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Recruiting fresh young meat

... from Angie's forehead. "Why do you think your Mommy wouldn't like them, sweetheart?"

Angie, looked embarrassed, and her long eyelashes batted demurely as she said. "Because they are, well, they are sort of... sexy."

"And your Mommy doesn't want you to look sexy?" Helen enquired casually placing her hand on the bed the other side of Angie.

"No." Angie said softly, a hint of sadness tingeing the solitary word, before explaining. "She says that girls that dress sexily are just sluts, the sort of girls she says who touch themselves."

"Touch themselves?" Helen queried with a raised brow.

Again Angie couldn't look Helen in the eye as she said with a nod of her head. "You know; touch themselves; down there."

"Oh." Said Helen, "and you don't touch yourself do you, sweetheart."

"No." replied the young girl biting her bottom lip before continuing. "Well I did once, when I was in the shower." She looked up at Helen through her long lashes, the perfect picture of innocence as she continued. "I didn't mean to, Aunty Helen. I was just washing myself and I touched my pussy and..."

"And what, sweetheart." Helen encouraged, her hand drawing back to rest on Angie's silk covered hip.

"It felt funny and I wanted to keep touching it, but I thought about what Mommy said and I stopped." Angie all but whispered, and then a look of fear stole across her sweet features and she pleaded. "You won't tell her will you, Aunty Helen? Please, Aunty Helen, I didn't mean to, but ...

... Mommy would be cross and... punish me." By the end of the sentence Angie's voice held the prospect of imminent tears.

Helen smiled reassuringly, her hand sliding gently up Angie's hip as she said, "No, Honey, I won't tell your Mommy."

Once more the lashes batted as Angie said. "I do love you, Aunty Helen."

"And I love you, Honey." Helen replied gently. "That's why I bought you these pajamas. You are such a pretty little girl, and you are growing up so fast, you ought to know what it is like to feel sexy, to feel loved. It's not slutty to touch yourself, sweetheart. I do it all the time."

Angie looked shocked and stammered. "Y... you do?"

"Whenever I can." Helen said with a conspiratorial wink. "I suppose I'm something of an expert."

Angie giggled, a sound like water babbling over stones in a brook. But the laughter stopped as she felt the tips of Helen's fingers brush across the top of her mound. "Please don't, Aunty Helen."

"Don't what sweetheart?" Helen asked as her hand slipped inside the open fly of the young girls trousers and started to trace small circles in the soft downy hair with her long red fingernails, drawing a gasp from Angie. "You mean, don't do this?"

Angie just bit her lower lip and looked up at her aunty. "It’s alright, sweetheart." Helen assured her. "Your Mommy won't find out. Does it feel nice having Aunty Helen stroke you like this?"

Barely above a whisper Angie replied "Yes."

"And do you really want me to stop?"

Angie ...