Uncle

They were in the grass. They were in the grass because evening activity was over, and the whole group was just lounging around in the grass, looking at the stars. Well, not the whole group. The group that was composed of Xion and Namine. The rest of the group was off doing sporty things, tag and volleyball and things like that. But Xion and Yuna were enjoying lying on the grass and watching the stars, as they were not as athletically inclined as their cohorts.

Yuna nudged Xion gently with her foot, mainly out of boredom. She was surprised when Xion giggled.

“Are you ticklish, Xion?” Yuna’s voice was wicked, as was her face. It was unusual for the normally sweet tempered counselor to be so very devilish, but the night air brought out Yuna’s playful streak, and they were all trying to get Xion to be less… touch sensitive.

“Noo…,” Xion said in a denying-only-not voice, peeking at Yuna over the swell of her breasts in the dull light. She could only barely make out Yuna’s eyes.

“I think you are!” Yuna sat up, poking Xion’s soft, pudgy belly. She was rewarded with a squeak.

“I’m not!” Xion was giggling as she stared up at Yuna, still flat on her back.

“You are!” Yuna moved closer, until she was almost straddling the girl, her knees on either side of her ribs. “You’re ticklish, Xion!”

“I am not!” Xion was cackling as she stared up at Yuna, wriggling. There would probably be grass stains, but that was summer camp for ya. At least it was a green shirt. The shorts were a bit more of a problem, but denim was practically supposed to be grass stained.

“I’m gonna prove you wroong,” Yuna sing-songed, beginning to run her ribs up and down Xion’s ribs through her shirt, just enough to tickle her. She was rewarded with more cackling and squirming.

“N-never,” Xion panted, still giggling deliriously. She squirmed madly, her whole body shaking with her laughter.

“You’re laughing,” Yuna giggled herself, actually sitting on Xion’s thighs and going for her sensitive underarms. In leaning forward, her tank top hung off of her rather skinny frame, and it gave Xion a view right down the front of her shirt.

Xion swallowed, squirming more as she felt a familiar… twitch, between her legs. Only this time, no Rikku to fix it…. Xion swallowed and squirmed, feeling Yuna settle her weight on top of her. Oh boy….

“Is that a cry of “uncle?”” Yuna went for Xion’s sensitive underarms, causing the girl to squawk and buck up against her. Yuna felt something vaguely familiar but… Xion was too young for that, wasn’t she? Of course, Yuna knew about Xion’s physical… peculiarities. All of the counselors did. But Xion was too young for that type of thing.

“N-n-no,” Xion stuttered, giggling harder. She liked this. Really liked it. And she’d tell Yuna that she’d had enough as soon as it got to be too much, right?

Yuna grinned, her fingers tracing delicately along Xion’s belly through her shirt as the girl wriggled under her, laughing so hard that she was gasping for breath, her breasts heaving and her eyes streaming tears. It wasn’t often she let loose like this, but then again, it wasn’t often that Xion did either. As isolated as they were, so far away from everybody else, and that was releasing in its own way too. Yuna didn’t know Xion too well - the girl was quiet and kept to herself, more or less. She was Rikku’s camper, mainly, and she was Rikku’s favorite camper, so Yuna did hold some affection for her. And, well, Xion was cute. In that adorable way that made Yuna want to cuddle the little girl, steal her away and hold tea parties with her, stuffed animals and all.

Xion was laughing, so hard that she wheezing, her eyes dripping tears. Her erection was pressing up against Yuna’s bottom, and she rocked her hips up against Yuna experimentally. Oh… that felt good. She closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip and starting to rock.

“Say uncle,” Yuna was laughing as well now, her fingers dancing across Xion’s belly, her ribs, under her arms. She noticed that Xion’s hips were moving in a noticeably… rocking way. So now what to do?

Xion had stopped laughing - she was giggling a bit, but not the loud cackles of before. She was more focused on the tingling in her groin, tingling and warmth. It was the thing with Rikku, but… not.

“You okay, Xion?” Yuna paused in her tickling.

“Yeah,” Xion mumbled. “I’m not ticklish!” She added as an afterthought, squirming as her hips went up, because if she didn’t she was going to just explode, her whole body shaking as she felt it get closer and closer, although what she was getting closer to, she wasn’t sure what it was, but if she didn’t get there soon… well, she wasn’t sure what would happen, but it wouldn’t be good.

Yuna sat still as Xion squirmed, feeling her jerk against her. She could feel the hardness between Xion’s legs, throbbing against her through her panties and her jeans.

Xion covered her face with both hands, panting hard, as something inside of her… spread, from her belly to spread out under her skin, making her start to shake and whimper, then gasp as her cock twitched and spit more of that wet… something all over her panties, soaking through her jeans. She whispered something, so quietly that Yuna, distracted by Xion’s face in the throws of her orgasm, didn’t hear.

“What’d you say?” Yuna leaned forward, well aware of the dampness under her bottom.

Xion lolled her head back, still giggling quietly. ‘Uncle,” she whispered, covering her mouth with both hands and blushing.

Yuna smiled and kissed Xion on the forehead, ruffling her hair. “C’mon.” She stood up, offering Xion her hand.

Xion took it. “So, um….”

“You spilled water in your lap,” Yuna said easily, picking her water bottle up and casually dumping water into Xion’s lap.

Xion squawked, but she was grateful. “Uncle,” she said again, half jokingly.

Yuna just smiled.