Nilsa's chiding words made Siobhan feel at once still and stiff as stone and light and weightless as a feather born aloft but a warm summer's wind. The fact that they were followed by such a lavish compliment only made her feel all the more like she was in heaven. "Not often..." Siobhan admitted softly, timidly and tenderly before adding an almost inaudible, "... enough ..." The addition was a gently cheeky admission of how important Nilsa's attentions were to Siobhan, and a back handed demand for more of Nilsa's company. A silence grew between them as Siobhan waited with bated breath to hear Nilsa's response to her words while Nilsa used the time to admire the color that rose so becomingly on her niece's cheeks.<br/><br/>Then Nilsa reached out to Siobhan and her touch made Siobhan tremble as she found herself meeting Nilsa's gaze hidden from the rest of the world behind a curtain made of jet black locks and golden curls. Nilsa's words played over her ears like the caress of velvet on cool skin and her every reassurance made Siobhan feel special and precious... and naughty. Especially when her aunt issued such an open invitation and then spoke of punishing her for her failing; somewhere in the hidden parts of her heart, mind, body and soul a deep and undeniable desire grew in Siobhan, an ember was lit that Nilsa was fanning, most expertly, into a hungry, fiery blaze. As Nilsa leaned forward, unhurried and oh so sensual in her grace, she stole a gasp from Siobhan as her fingers played through her niece's raven black tresses. Siobhan heard all she said... no, everything her aunt promised ... and she felt a primal kind of base, carnal pleasure wash through her, especially when she caught sight of the wicked delight in her aunt's smile.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="http://www.duhaime.org/LegalDictionary/V/VolentiNonFitInjuria.aspx" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">"Volenti non fit injuria,"</a>Siobhan whispered with devoted adoration in her voice; ever the polyglot, even when she was quickly becoming a slave to passion. The way Nilsa's finger trailed down her skin, at first light and tender, becoming more and more intimate, invasive, possessive and thrilling... it made Siobhan whimper with joy and need of more... that Nilsa denied her by drawing her hand from Siobhan's body and returning to an innocuous part of their earlier conversation. Still trembling, Siobhan blinked and tried to master herself and managed to muster the tiniest bit of self-control and reason as she worked to follow her aunt's thoughts.<br/><br/>"Anything you wish," Siobhan stammered with feeling and blushed again as she heard how desperate and slavishly devoted she sounded... and yet... it felt... right and good to be so with Nilsa. She clapped happily, always having loved her aunt's fashion sense... and her shoe collection... so her offer to share the blue heels was greatly appreciated... as, Siobhan found suddenly, the notion of being Nilsa's little plaything to be dressed up, and down, as she wished. "... and... what kind of pictures would you like, Auntie?" Siobhan asked with a low and lusty tone in her voice as she surrendered to her desires and her realization that she had no further wish to be anything but honest with Auntie Nilsa... she was HER creature to command and use as she saw fit, in any and every way she desired. A realization that became crystal clear as she watched her aunt stretch and preen, the beauty of her curves straining against the fabric that hid them from view.<br/><br/>Fearing she'd been too bold, Siobhan let loose a deep sigh and nodded as she heard Nilsa speak of dinner time, hearing it as a dismissal. Then, unexpectedly, Siobhan felt herself drawn to her aunt's body, their bodies meeting, melding into each other reigniting that voracious flame inside her body. She clung to her aunt, nestled her head in the crook of Nilsa's neck and planted a series of hot, quick kisses onto her sweet aunt's skin. "Yes, please, sweet Nilsee, please, yes," she begged wantonly, not caring how low and whorishly lust-filled she sounded as she agreed to be anything, everything, Nilsa would allow her to be for her. She groaned low and deep in her breast as Nilsa's lips teased her cheek then her teeth nipped and pleased her throat. She laughed low and lusty at hearing of her 'punishment', and she wriggled and wiggled against the sensual delight that was her aunt before biting her lower lip and offering Nilsa her honey stained panties.<br/><br/>"Not 'sass'... but... can I give you this? You've made me such a hot little hungry minx... ready for anything you want to do to me, auntie," Siobhan purred as she swayed her shoulders so that her breasts and their hard nipples teased over Nilsa's to make it clear she was speaking nothing but the truth before Nilsa dismissed her. Siobhan shivered at Nilsa's playful caress as she teased her nose, her body a live wire of pleasure, pulsing with love and lust. Laughing saucily, she spun from Nilsa's side so her pleated skirt flounced upwards and outwards flashing her aunt her bare ass and bald pussy. "I'll go... since you have no further use to put me too," she said in SUCH a coquettish and coy tone she HAD to be baiting Nilsa as she made her way slowly to the door of her office. Her tone promised 'trouble' if her aunt let her out of her sight... but then again... was that actually a bad thing?