When I woke up late the next morning, everyone else was already up. I could hear them chattering in the kitchen over breakfast. Only then did I realize that I'd left my boxers in Katy's room....
A mixture of panic, amazement and all-out erotic lust flooded my being in that moment. What the FUCK had I done! My satiated, flaccid cock gave a gentle twitch to remind me it had REALLY enjoyed last night's adventure with my 18-year-old cousin. My heart began beating heavily with juvenile infatuation (after all, I was just over 18 myself) with a person I could never really be with. But my head kept both of these organs furiously in check and drove home a single overriding command: get your boxers back NOW.
I threw back the loosely quilted blanket and sheet covering me only to realize that I was, of course, still mother naked. A glance down at my crotch showed me a tangle of pubic hair, slightly crusted with the combined fluids of Katy's vagina and my cock, further proof that I had recently performed an unspeakable act. But the thing was, the real amazing thing was, I might actually get away with it if I could only get my boxers back.
I separated the quilt from the sheet and wrapped it around my waist lest any of my family members decide to make a sudden appearance. I crossed to the door of the room I shared with my older cousin, Jack, and peaked out, listening: sounds still stable, random conversation in the kitchen. It was only a couple of paces across the hall to Katy's bedroom door. It wasn't fully closed, and I gently pushed it open and looked around. Unlike last night, where a dim erotic glow had given just enough illumination for me to see the body of my gorgeous cousin while I fucked her, the room was now bathed in bright sunlight that poured in from an oversized window. Last night's summer storm had cleared, and I squinted in the brightness, quickly glancing around for my boxers.
Couldn't find them.
I looked under the bed, all over the floor...nothing. That meant they could only be within the tangles of Katy's sheets and blankets. I tried to tell myself that there was no way she'd seen them, otherwise I wouldn't have woken up on my own this morning; I would've been dragged forcibly out of bed in a fury by Katy herself, or her brother or father. No, they had to be here somewhere. So I clutched the quilt around me with one hand while feeling desperately around Katy's bed with the other. In a couple of places, I felt the dried splotches of semen, either from me or Jack I couldn't tell. Despite myself, I couldn't help but become slightly aroused at the sudden image of my cock spitting copious amounts of white sticky cum into my cousin's mouth...
Christ, the fucking boxers weren't here. They WEREN'T here! How the hell—
My panicked thought was interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the hallway and the voice of Katy herself saying, "I'll get him, Mom."
I spun around, nearly tripping over the length of the quilt and causing it to slip very low down my slender hips, and jumped into the hallway, barely getting to Jack's doorway before I heard Katy round the corner of the hallway and come to a halt less than three feet from me. And I was giving her a very clear view of my half-exposed ass while I tried to pull the quilt back up.
"Whoa, cuz, now there's a tan-line!"
Blushing, I turned to face her, the quilt now gripped firmly and more modestly around me. As we were already about halfway through the summer, I'd developed a pretty nice tan, except for my ass, of course, so I'm sure it glowed in all its pasty glory compared to my bronzed back.
I could only stare at her, my beautiful cousin Katy. I hadn't even begun to think about how I would act around her, let alone what I'd say, when I saw her this morning. And here I was, facing my orgasmic cousin in the flesh after a night of secret love. She was barefoot, wearing simple cotton shorts and an old, faded t-shirt. In fact, it was the same t-shirt she'd worn to bed last night. Obviously, upon waking, she'd simply slid the shirt down over her beautiful boobs, thrown on the shorts and padded right out to the kitchen for breakfast.
But somewhere in that waking time, she'd found my boxers!
Which was why I could only stare at her, realizing that if the Devil was to be paid, he would most likely collect right now. But instead of bellowing fire and brimstone at me, my cute little cousin giggled. She grinned and said, "A little drafty?"
I traced her bemused gaze to my midsection, where my hands clutched at the quilt. I discovered then that while I had the thing wrapped around me twice, the loose pattern of the quilting still exposed small patches of my skin, including what could or couldn't be bits of my genitalia. I looked back up at her, blushed terribly, and clutched my hands tighter around my crotch.
All I could stammer was, "Err..."
"Look," she said, "don't let me get in your way?"
"What?"
"You're obviously on your way to the bathroom, right?" She gestured toward the bathroom door behind her then stepped to the side. "Just get your little white butt to the breakfast table before Mom hunts you down."
"Err...okay," I said. Realizing I'd just been handed an escape route, I quickly shuffled past her toward the bathroom. As I was closing the door Katy said, "Oh, and Tom?" I looked at her. "You might want to wear a bit more than your blanket before sitting down to pancakes."
When the door closed, I let out a huge sigh of relief. My pulse returned to a more or less normal pace, and I realized other parts of me needed relief. I dropped the blanket to the floor and stepped over the toilet, needing to breath and relax for a few moments before my semi-erection would settle down enough to allow my urine to flow. Letting human biology do its thing, I reflected on the little exchange that'd just transpired. For the moment, I was still 100% in the clear. But for how long?
I knew now that Katy and her older brother, Jack, were regular fuck buddies. From the almost automatic get-to-the-point way in which they'd started their lovemaking last night, I could only assume they'd been this way for some time. They were quite comfortable with the fact that they weren't just having sex, they were having incestuous sex! With this in mind, I thought back over the last couple of weeks I'd been staying with them, then back even farther to a year ago when I'd been here last summer. I thought about all the times we'd been hanging out together, doing all the activities teenagers do when they're out of school, with no real responsibilities. For the life of me I couldn't recall a single moment where it would ever have even randomly occurred to me that the two of them were lovers. Whatever the circumstances were that had emboldened the two siblings to initiate their taboo actions, they had clearly come to an understanding that they would never EVER hint at the secret nature of their relationship.
But that couldn't possibly apply to me! If Katy, upon finding my boxers, had realized that I was the one who'd fucked her that second time last night, not her brother, there could be no way she'd act so cool about it this morning. Even if she were in shock that she'd had my cock in her, how could she have been calm about it just now, even playful? I immediately dismissed the idea that she had actually enjoyed it. I mean, I know she'd enjoyed it physically (she'd cum at least twice) but what I mean is, she'd assumed it was her BROTHER, not me. She simply wouldn't have acted the way she had just now.
Conclusion: she didn't know it had been me the second time. For her, it was her brother again, back to give her the pleasure he'd been unable to give her the first time. And if this was true, then she could only assume the boxers were his.
The boxers were his!
I shook a drop of piss from my cock and flushed the toilet, a bit more confident than a few moments ago. I turned and grinned at myself in the mirror. It was a full-length mirror, and I looked at my body. I looked at the penis that had ejaculated into a beautiful girl's mouth only a few hours ago. "She thinks the boxers are his," I said to it cheerfully.
After wrapping the quilt around me THREE times this time, I went back out and into Jack's room, changing into my own set of shorts and t-shirt at last. As I cruised through the house toward a hearty breakfast I suddenly had a strong and intoxicating thought: I'm going to fuck my cousin again!
When I got to the kitchen, my uncle Jerry had already left for work. A healthy and cheerful man in his middle-40s, Uncle Jerry was a civil engineer with the county, helping them figure out how to make curvy roads less curvy or something. My aunt, Ellen, looking remarkably younger than her 42 years, had once been in the real estate field, I think, but she'd been a homemaker ever since I could remember. Jerry and Ellen's relationship had a very 1950s feel to it, like that movie Pleasantville. It was refreshing to see in the fast-paced world of the 21st century, and I couldn't help but admire them both.
Aunt Ellen smiled at me and offered my choice of breakfast items: pancakes, eggs, bacon...refusing to slide anything less than three portions of each on my plate. I was never much of a breakfast person, but as a guest in the house I couldn't refuse. As she poured a tall glass of orange juice for me, Aunt Ellen said, "Jack told me to tell you he'd pick you up after work. He's off at two." Jack worked in a local video store, an easy part-time job before he moved back to his college town in the fall. I'd snagged a no-brainer part-time job in the grocery store, but I had the day off today. The two of us were to hook up and head to the river in the afternoon.
I shoveled a forkful of eggs into my mouth and nearly choked on them when Katy suddenly entered the kitchen, still wearing her little cotton shorts on bottom but now clad only in her tiny new black bikini on top. Well, almost clad—she was holding the string in back behind her. "Mom," she said, "can you tie this thing for me?"
Ellen glanced over her shoulder, giving a disapproving look at the bikini. She shrugged, her hands busy with flipping more pancakes. "Have Tom do it, dear."
I dropped my fork. Katy walked over to me without a second thought and turned her back to me. She released grasp of the strings then cupped the bikini to her boobs, but not before I got a very nice glance at the sides, almost to the nipple. I had to stifle a grin, because I now knew exactly what they looked like, what the felt like...
"Tom, what's up?"
I looked up, Katy was glancing back at me, annoyed. I'd been staring. "Sorry," I murmured and reached up to tie them.
"Don't hesitate to go nice and tight," Katy said. "Gotta keep the girls in place."
"Katy!" Aunt Ellen chided. She wasn't too fond of her daughter's frank talk in the presence of her nephew. She would only now be realizing that this nephew was tying his cousin's string.
"Oh, Mom," Katy huffed. "I got these babies from you, so you know what I go through every day! One false move and I'm spilling out for all the world to see!"
I glanced over at Ellen and actually saw her blush. It was true, like mother like daughter, Aunt Ellen had a massive pair of breasts. I'd always noticed them, I suppose, but my aunt was always much more modest in her dress code and her slightly thicker her body helped absorb the proportion of bust to body, much unlike Katy, who's slender frame could do nothing but shout to the world that her tits were HUGE.
"Which is precisely why I don't like your new bathing suit," Ellen was saying. "Clearly it was meant for a woman with smaller..." She glanced at me, then back to Katy, "Who are not as...developed."
I finished the knot and Katy said, "Thanks." She had nothing more to say to her mother at that moment, or me for that matter, so she went back down the hallway. I ate quietly for a few minutes, watching my aunt work in the kitchen. She had her back to me, and Katy's comment about getting her attributes from her mother caused me to re-evaluate the wholesome woman before me.
She was wearing a pair of jeans but also a long t-shirt, probably one of Jack's or Jerry's that hung down below her hips, diluting any possibly appealing curvature there. She was about Katy's size, perhaps an in or two taller, but still somewhat petite. I'd mentioned that her body was thicker than Katy's but that was not to suggest she was fat. After two kids and now in her 40s, it would be foolish and unrealistic to expect this woman to look like some plastic TV model. But this whole family led a pretty active life, and the frequent camping, hiking, biking and skiing trips helped this wonderful woman put up a valiant fight against age. In fact, as I now examined her physical appearance with a more open-minded and objective way, I began to separate the "old Aunt Ellen" image from the remarkably attractive mature woman who could still serve well to someone's sexual appetite.
God, what was happening to me? Now that I'd fucked my cousin and had gotten away with it, I was feeling like the cock of the walk. It was as if I could do anything now. I had but to will it, and the flesh would follow!
Speaking of flesh, Katy was coming back through the kitchen, sporting a pink little tank top to cover her bikini and match her shorts. "I'll be at Shelly's, Mom," she said. She glanced casually at me, "Later."
"Will you be back for dinner?" Ellen asked.
"Doubt it. But I'll call." And with that, she was out the door, leaving just me and Aunt Ellen alone in the house.
I helped my aunt clean up after breakfast. While we tag-teamed on washing and rinsing the dishes, she said, "Do you still have a crush on Shelly?" I nearly dropped a dish, blushing, and Ellen smiled. "Wasn't she the one you liked last year?"
I smiled back. In fact, I'd been obsessed with only my cousin Katy for as long as I could remember coming up here, but of course that could only be a secret crush. So to appear more or less as normal as I could, I allowed my more overt attention to land on Katy's best friend, Shelly. So far, however, I'd gotten no where with her. I finally nodded to my aunt. "Well, I guess so. She's cute."
"And she's sweet, too. She doesn't take after Katy. I wish that girl would become a little less self-absorbed, then she'd finally attracted a nice boy...like you."
This time the dish did drop, but only into soapy water, which splashed up on our shirts. I swallowed, "Like...me?"
Ellen was glancing down at the front of her shirt; water and suds had soaked the right front part. She was flicking off the bubbles. She said, "Yeah, like you. You know...friendly. Generous, and above all else, a gentleman."
I stared at her, and after a moment I realized she didn't mean it like I'd thought it. After you've had sex with a member of your own family, any random reference could be made to sound like the rest of the world knew exactly what you've been up to.
"Why, thank you, Aunt Ellen," I said at last, allowing my smile to return.
She smiled back at me. "I mean, just look here. You could've easily found an excuse to run off and leave your old aunt with the dishes and other chores, but without being asked here you are helping me out."
With honest modesty I glanced down from her gaze, and in doing so I was able to get a very nice look at my aunt's right boob, which had become outlined and opaquely visible under the thin white t-shirt as the water soaked in. Her nipple was hardening. I quickly glanced away. Christ, she had nice tits, too. How had I not noticed before?
Some gentleman.
I turned from the sink to find some more dishes, something to pull me from my aunt's proximity. When I did, I heard her say, "Oh my," and glancing back I saw her removing a rubber glove and covering her wet breast. She said, "I'll be right back, Tom."
"It's okay, Aunt Ellen, there's not much left. I'll take care of it."
She hurried down the hallway, and I fussed about the kitchen a bit longer, putting away the rest of the things. I was trying not to think about the fact that I now had several hours alone in the house with an aunt to whom I'd just become very sexually attracted. Puberty was in full swing now; it'd taken barely a thought and a glance at Ellen's large, rounded breast to get the blood flowing into my loins. And in a sudden flash, I had a new desire, though very much on a common theme as of late: I wanted to see Aunt Ellen's boobs.
The thing is, I would have to act right NOW if I wanted a glance at anything in the realm of taboo skin. I threw down the dish towel and padded as swiftly and quietly as possible through the living room and down the hallway. I'd developed an erection that almost became painful; I'd thrown on shorts this morning without underwear, so there was nothing to help keep my rod stable.
Within seconds I was in Jack's room and pulling his bed from the wall. I needed to create just enough of a crawl space to be able to get to the vent behind his headboard. On another visit, when Jack's room had been arranged a different way, I noticed the metal grating of a heating vent on the wall. This was an older house, which had an old boiler in the basement, and the house had been designed with vents in strategic places to allow heat to circulate up through them. Jack's wall on one side was also my aunt and uncle's wall on the other, and the vents were placed so that prying eyes could actually look through to the other side.
I didn't give myself much of a chance of success, nor did I think the view would be very good anyway. But it was worth a shot. I dropped down to the floor and pressed my face to the vent, angling my head up and down to get the best possible view through the slats. I had the feeling that was already too late; I mean, how long would it take a woman to simply change into a dry shirt—
But there she was. And holy shit, she was topless! I'd timed this perfectly. It was amazing. My aunt was standing in the room, looking at herself in the mirrored panel on her closet door. But she wasn't just standing there—she was feeling herself up!
Okay, after the initial shock of my sudden and successful view of my aunt's tits, I was able to analyze the scene a little more logically: she was standing there, wearing only her jeans. They actually had a nice fit, and I realized that Aunt Ellen's ass was pretty shapely, definitely more pronounced than her daughter's, but no less squeezable and yummy. My immediate angle had me looking up and directly at Ellen's back, for she was actually facing away from me. I was able to see her tits through the reflection. Returning to her back for a moment, I noted with pleasure that it was straight and tanned, just like her daughter's. But unlike Katy, Ellen wore more modest one-piece suits, so her tan line was a little more old-fashioned.
But those boobs. Those glorious mounds. Like mother like daughter indeed! Aunt Ellen had amazing breasts, even slightly larger than Katy's if that was possible. They were beginning to take on the sag that I knew would effect Katy in another 20 years, but I was certainly not complaining. And I watched as my aunt hefted them in her hands. But she was frowning at them, at herself. I heard her mumble.
"'Gotta keep these girls in place.'" Her tone was slightly mocking. She was quoting her daughter. "'I got these babies from you.'" She squeezed them again. She pinched her nipples. So help me she pinched them. "'Got these babies from you....'"
She groaned slightly, making little-girl pouting faces, obviously lost in the moment. Could she really be that jealous of Katy? She never seemed to approve of her daughter, who'd always rebelled against Aunt Ellen's more religiously-based manners and modesty. I was now seeing a new side of my aunt. I smiled at the irony of my pun: I was seeing a new, naked side of my aunt, to be sure, but I was also getting a glimpse at a more sinister spirit within the church-going housewife. The question was, could it possibly be me, her nephew, that was having an effect on her, or was this merely a momentary lapse in morals?"Did you splash water on me?" Aunt Ellen was saying to her reflection, with that teasingly breathless tone again. "I'm going to have to change my shirt, you naughty boy, Tom."
Nope, it was me.
My cock throbbed, reminding me that it had been hard for several minutes now, and how dare I not take the thing out and stroke it into some relief! It was as good an idea as any, and as I squirmed to slide my shorts down, I was stunned to see Aunt Ellen let go of her tits at last and begin to undo her own pants. I got a couple of fingers around the end of my cock and I pulled gently as I stared through the slats at my aunt shucking her jeans from first one leg, then the other. In doing so, she had to bend over, giving me a ripe, sensual view of her plump ass, clad in a pair of clean cotton panties. They weren't anything too sexy in and of themselves, and I wasn't surprised. In fact, I quite enjoyed it, seeing this Gemini of a vixen being revealed before my lustful eyes: the sinner saint, the spinster slut.
Unfortunately, she stopped short of sliding her panties off, too. Although she did rub herself a little, shuddering deliciously with each stroke, as if a chill had entered the room.
So here we were: my aunt lusting after me in her room, me lusting after her in mine. The question was, if I walked in that room right now, would there be an instant nightmare, or the ultimate wet dream? I feared the former above all else. I remembered some shrink on a talk show pointing out the fact that although many women had sexual fantasies about rape, they would never in a million years want to ACTUALLY get raped. It was most likely the case with Aunt Ellen: I will lust after my handsome little nephew, but I could never let him touch me.
Perhaps test was in order. Again, I would have to act swiftly, before logic could settle upon anyone's mind. With a stifled grown, I carefully stuffed my aching penis back into my shorts and pulled them back up. I snuck back into the hallway and down toward the kitchen. From that point, I called out, "Aunt Ellen, I'm gonna grab a quick shower!"
After a pause, I heard muffled from her closed door. "Okay."
As I had mentioned before, this was an older house, and although it had three bedrooms, it only had two bathrooms, and only one of those, the one in the middle of the house, had a full shower/tub. The smaller bathroom, where I'd pissed this morning, had a shower, but it was tiny and at the far end of the house, and the water took forever to get hot. As such, it was in the larger bathroom where all of us almost always took our showers or baths. It was at one end of the hallway and had a door on either end, so that if you wanted to get to the kitchen, you could either steer right and pass through the living room, or you could walk through one door of the bathroom, through the door on the other end, and then into the laundry room that led right to the kitchen.
Early on in my visits, I discovered that it wasn't unusual for one to enter the bathroom for its usual uses but only close the hallway door since people rarely went into the laundry room. A couple of times, over the years, I'd been accidentally walked in on, and I'd accidentally walked in on others doing their business. Sadly, it was always either my uncle or Jack in these instances. In retrospect, it would've been nice to have walked in on Katy on the toilet, with her pants around her ankles, or her skirt bunched up around her waist....
Back to the task at hand, I went into the bathroom and closed and even locked the door from the hallway. I conveniently "forgot" about the far door that lead into the laundry room. The light was off in there, and it was easy to simply dismiss the fact that someone could circle around from the kitchen, pass through the laundry room and walk right into this bathroom...perfect.
I got the water going and stripped down. One whole wall above the sink area was mirror—lots of mirrors in this house—and I admired my body in all my horniness. I mean, what young stud hasn't gazed with pride at himself in the mirror while sporting a massive erection? I was hard and primed, very much pent up after watching my naked aunt. A dribble of precum glistened from the tip of my penis. I stroked myself, watching my body in profile. I knew I had a larger-than-average penis. I'd fucked two girls before Katy, and they always expressed surprise. And Katy herself had commented on it, thinking her brother had "seemed" to grow an extra inch or two....
Whoa, slow down, boy. Can't pop off too soon. Gotta stage a big test here. I let go of my cock and climbed into the shower. The sliding panels for the shower were glass, and although they steamed up quickly, it wasn't too hard to see who was in there if you were to stand there watching. I also kept the slider open just a crack so I could sneak peeks at the half-open door to the laundry room. All I could do now was wait...wash, and wait.
I lathered, rinsed and repeated twice before I finally caught movement at the doorway. I had to be careful, very careful. For me to pause and look would indicate awareness, so as I rotated casually under the jet of steaming water, I stole only quick glances. I had do to this a couple of times to confirm the truth: she was there. My aunt Ellen was there, in the doorway, watching me.
It appeared that she was still mostly in the laundry room, leaning just her head and a shoulder in, but growing braver and braver at my lack of awareness to her presence, and eventually leaning in a bit more. She had new clothes of, of course. Something red this time. I turned my face into the water and grinned with delight: Phase 1 was a success. It was now time for Phase 2....
With the water blasting into my chest, I leaned forward slightly and balanced by placing one hand up against the shower wall. With the other, I began stroking my cock again. I had actually grown somewhat flaccid with all the waiting and nervousness, so it took a minute or two to get fully hard again. It didn't really matter at this point, through the steamed-up glass, Aunt Ellen wouldn't really be able to tell my exact state of arousal, but the silhouette I was giving her, with my one hand moving up and down at my middle, gave an unmistakable image: her nephew jacking off in the shower.
I let out a couple of low moans—they certainly didn't have to be feigned at this point—and did my best to give a good, sensual show. A very careful glance through the very narrow opening of the slider confirmed for me that my aunt had now stepped almost fully inside the bathroom. To her vantage point, I was now lost in my own self-pleasuring, totally oblivious to anything else in the world.
So I stroked.
And as I stroked, it was time to initiate Phase 3: I moaned my aunt's name.
"Oh...oh, Aunt Ellen...don't call yourself...don't call yourself old. You're so...oh, you're so...beautiful."
I had to slow my stroking. Jesus, I was turning myself on too much. I didn't want to cum this fast. I actually released the tight grip I had on my cock and switched to simulated stroking for a little while. But I didn't let up my words.
"My god...Aunt Ellen...yes...please...stroke me...oh my god...I've always wanted you...please...."
Another covert glance through the opening. She had moved. She was leaning against the bathroom counter now, at the sink. I could now just make out that the red she was wearing had come all the way down. It was a dress, a red dress. But it suddenly became a short dress. She was pulling up the hem, then she was thrusting her own hand down those white panties of hers. I'm sure they were quite wet by now, as she thrust fingers into herself or rubbed her clit.
For my part, I had to be VERY careful about how I played with myself. This was so fucking erotic, so fucking wrong, that just the right squeeze would send my cum splashing across the shower. I just had to hold out a little longer, the final phase was almost upon us. It would all depend on whether or not I timed things just right in the next couple of minutes.
So with careful, mostly simulated stroking, I continued to moan and express verbally the fantasy I was creating for my dear aunt Ellen. I was able to watch her for longer and longer glimpses, because she was beginning to close her eyes a lot and throw her head back, furiously rubbing herself, timing the motions to my own strokes, feeling the heat of the moment precisely as I was. It was almost time to spring the trap.
"Aunt Ellen...oh, baby...my dear aunt...please keep stroking me...I can't take much more...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...fucking cum...I'm gonna fucking cum, Aunt Ellen...."
I got louder, and I began grunting. And I swear I could almost hear Aunt Ellen panting and breathing above the sound of the shower. She too was now totally and utterly lost in the passion of the moment. It was almost time, but the key to the whole thing relied on whether or not I could get her to—
"Cumming!" I grunted. "Holy Jesus I'm CUMMING, Aunt Ellen!"
And this time, so help me, I DID hear a gasp, and Aunt Ellen herself was cumming, but in reality I was NOT cumming but instead I was sliding the shower door open with a crashing bang, shocking my aunt to death in the midst of her own wracking orgasm, and before she could act I had jumped from the shower, my cock leading the way, and I was on her, grabbing her, tearing her hand from her soaked panties and then ripping those panties right off her in a single jerk.
"Tom! Tom, no!" she shouted. "Oh my god, NO!"
But it was too late for that. I had my aunt's ass now up fully on the counter, and her red dress was already pushed up beyond her waist, exposing her wet, bushy pussy in perfect alignment with my cock."
"Oh, Jesus, Tom, what are you—"
But the next sound to come out of her throat was a pure, clear, glass-shattering scream as I shoved with all my weight and penetrated my cock completely and to the hilt inside her contracting cunt. I didn't pull out, but I did give one or two more very strong thrusts to ensure that I was as deep as I could get and that there was no way on Earth she could slip off of me.
For a brief moment, we locked eyes, hers wide in shock, mine glaring with naked lust and determination. I could feel her pelvic bone against mine, her inner thighs sliding against my wet hips. I could taste her breath. My hair dripped and soaked the front of her dress. I glanced down and saw that her breasts bulged against the buttons running down the front. I had been gripping one of her legs and a hip, and keeping my body shoved hard against hers to hold her up, I took both hands and jerked harshly at the thin red fabric.
Ellen groaned and stifled another scream as plastic buttons flew and bounced throughout the bathroom, and there before me, now completely nude from the front, was my Aunt Ellen and her wonderfully colossal breasts. I squeezed one of them, using my other hand to grasp around her jaw and mouth, turning her back to face me with a jerk, because she had looked away in shame. Our eyes locked together again. Hers had become glazed with pure, unfiltered eroticism. Mine were determined, emboldened.
I thrusted.
She groaned. "Oh...my God....Tom..."
Thrusted.
"Tom..."
And thrusted again, faster now, moving into a regular rhythm of fucking. Strained, desperate gurgling noises bubbled up from my aunt's throat with each penetration of my penis deep into her pussy. Whether for or against our union she was now in it to the finish. For my part, I was once again on the verge of cumming. This was simply too erotic, too dirty, too hot, too wonderfully wrong and fucking unbelievable to last too long. But I wanted to last long enough, was desperate to last long enough to hopefully bring my beautiful aunt to another orgasm. An orgasm with me inside her. Not her husband, not her hand, but me, her 18-year-old nephew. The son of her sister.
I didn't have to wait long.
It seemed to begin in her toes, which curled up into balls as she slowly began to slide her legs up along my thrusting hips and across the small of my back, locking me in. Short, breathless gasps began emanating from her mouth. Her eyes screwed tightly shut, veins bulged in her neck, her nipples hardened into even tighter knobs, and with no more warning, I let out my own gasp as my aunt's long nails suddenly dug into my shoulders. Here eyes snapped open and as her entire body began to shake and vibrate beneath my body, and we once again locked gazes. We both knew what was happening.
Through her body language, her eyes, her grunts her contracting vagina, I knew that my aunt was now experiencing one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt. It was all too perfect, because with one final devastating thrust, I unleashed my seed deep, deep, devastatingly deep into her womb.
As one, aunt and nephew climaxed to such a degree that our mutual screams of pleasure reverberated throughout the bathroom, beyond the confines of the house, and echoed through the trees of the woodland that surrounded the property.
It seemed to last a solid minute. I lost count how many times I felt my scrotum contract and spit its sperm through my shaft. Whatever the count, it was enough to fill her completely and beyond, for as the last of my contractions of pleasure gripped my groin, I felt the warm combined fluids of our bodies ooze out from my aunt's labia and over my balls and her ass.
Finally, as we took a moment to breath and hold each other, Aunt Ellen broke her lustful gaze from mine and looked down at herself. I looked down too. Her breasts heaved and sparkled with shower water and sweat. Lower down her soft round stomach shuddered a couple more times as her own vaginal spasms continued. And further down, to where my stiff shaft was clearly and boldly poking deep inside that wonderful, tight pussy it had just fucked.
Looking down at the pool of cum forming between us on the counter, my aunt said softly, "Oh my God, Tom...oh my God..."
I breathed out through my teeth then leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "That was wonderful, Aunt Ellen...wonderful...."
She looked up at me again and smiled. "I have no words, my sweet Tom. None."
"I want to stay inside you for ever," I said. I truly meant it, at least in that moment. It was just so pure, so primal, to be standing here, my cock still inside my aunt, only just now beginning to soften.
"I know, baby," she cooed. "I know...but you must pull out. We shouldn't have done this, and you know it." She shifted her wait slightly on her buttocks, then winced. "Tom...you're so much...bigger than your uncle. It's...beginning to hurt a little...you must pull out of me."
We both groaned loudly as I slid, very slowly slid, my entire length from her vagina.
"Let me down, sweetie," she said.
I backed off a bit and gently helped her to settle back onto her own two feet. She gripped the hem of her skirt and held it up over her pussy, careful not to stain it with cum, but the back had slid along the pool, so it was too late. With a shrug, she dropped the ruined dress from her shoulders, and in that moment we were now standing before each other, completely naked to the world. Despite the powerful orgasm I'd just experienced, I felt my half-flaccid cock twitch.
"My dear boy," Ellen said softly, gazing up at me. "What have we done?" She leaned up and kissed my cheek, then brushed passed me and quickly went to the toilet, lifting the lid and sitting. "I'm sorry," she said, blushing. "I have to do this."
I watched with a strange sense of awe as my aunt urinated right before me. But at the same time, it seemed like we could now do ANYTHING in front of each other. We had crossed a line so bold, so previously impenetrable, that now it didn't seem to matter what we did. But there was a practical side to what she was doing, as she explained.
"Your uncle had a vasectomy shortly after Katy was born," she said over the sound of her urine splashing into the bowl. "I should never have let you ejacu—finish inside me."
I realized what she was getting at. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head, "No, it's okay. It's just that I've never had to be on birth control, not in eighteen years. There was no need, you see." She looked at my cock, then up to me, then back down at what she was doing. "I hope I was able to flush out most of it just now, but this of course is no guarantee." She stood slightly, wiped her vagina, then flushed the toilet. She was surprisingly calm, thinking clearly now. "I'll have to get a morning-after pill from the pharmacy. I just hope Mary isn't working there when I do; she knows me from church."
My aunt crossed over to me and we embraced. At six feet, I was much taller than her, the top of her head came only to about the middle of my chest. She turned her head and pressed her face against me. I placed kisses along the top of her head. It was strange, as much as I lusted after Katy, and as objectively as I had looked upon my aunt as almost a sexual experiment, I couldn't help but suddenly have feelings for her. I really and truly wanted something special to be happening between my aunt and me. It was a feeling I couldn't shake.
"I love you," I suddenly said.
She leaned back and then up at me. We kissed tenderly.
"I love you too," she said. "But...you know we cannot have this. Not like this."
I said nothing. It was true, of course. What was supposed to happen? How would we explain it to our family, to the world? An 18-year-old boy and his 42-year-old blood-related aunt do not just up and run off as lovers without leaving a path of devastation behind them.
But we did have one thing, we had this moment.
I said, "We at least have this," and hugged her tighter.
"We do," she said. "And I'm glad."
Another long moment, then Aunt Ellen spoke again, "Tom?"
"Yes?"
"Why did I find a pair of your boxers in Katy's room this morning?""Why did I find a pair of your boxers in Katy's room this morning?"
The words reverberated gently off the walls of the bathroom. Although the woman who'd uttered them was standing right in front of me, her voice sounded distant, as if through a tunnel, because the blood was racing from my rapidly beating heart and into my ears.
I could only stare at her.
The woman who'd spoken those words was Ellen, who up until this morning had been my modest, kind, church-going aunt. But all that had changed because I had just fucked her on the counter of the bathroom, where a small mixture of our genital fluids still pooled. We were both still naked, my lovely Aunt Ellen, an athletic and surprisingly attractive woman in her early-forties, and me, Tom Lenovo, her lithe and horny 18-year-old nephew. Aunt Ellen had just finished squatting on the toilet, trying to purge as much of my semen out of her vagina as possible; the dull throbbing of my penis, finally flaccid again, reminded me that I had just given her a particularly huge, unprotected load.
We had hugged after, and we had caressed quite intimately. I'd even told her I loved her. It was a strange, illogical sensation, but I'd meant it. She'd told me she loved me too, but despite the fact that we'd just engaged in a most incestuous act, I sensed that those words used by her had been more affectionate, still the doting and generous aunt.
"Tom?"
I blinked. She was expecting an answer. I studied her face, which was still flushed and coated with tiny beads of sweat from the powerful orgasms I'd given her less than five minutes ago. Interestingly enough, she didn't appear angry or accusatory. The fact that she'd decided to wait until AFTER we'd fucked was also telling. Nevertheless, I needed more time to think, so I said the only quick response I could muster.
"Boxers?"
"Yes. Your underwear. I found them in Katy's bedroom this morning." Her tone was even, simply informing me. As if she was saying, "I put your socks in the drawer for you."
But again I played dumb: "My underwear?" I think I even managed a puzzled look, desperately hoping it was masking the true feeling of horror and fear of having been found out about what I had done to my 18-year-old cousin last night. Here I had been worried that Katy would somehow realize that the second cock that had been inside her last night had been me and not her brother, but instead my naked aunt was the one bringing this incestuous tryst into light.
Or was she?
Because shortly after I'd made my last response and put on the puzzled face, Aunt Ellen seemed to mirror it. She furrowed her brow slightly and studied my face. She said, "You mean, that wasn't your underwear, Tom?"
I didn't think I could pull off the actual word "no" and effectively lie out loud, so I continued to look very puzzled indeed, then managed to shake my head slightly.
Aunt Ellen's eyes went wide at that point. "Oh my!" She looked down, thinking hard about something. Despite her suddenly serious thought processes, I caught her gaze stop on my penis right as a random drip of freshly post-climactic semen fell from the tip to the floor. I don't know if she was aware of it, but when the drop hit the floor, she licked her lips. Then she looked up at me and said, "Oh, Tom, I think something terrible is happening."
I knew she wasn't talking about what we had just done; in fact, it seemed like the whole matter of nephew and aunt fucking each other was already behind her, though we were still standing nude in the bathroom. But I wasn't quite sure exactly what the "terrible" thing was she thought was happening.
"What's wrong, Aunt Ellen?" I asked stupidly.
She took a step closer to me and placed her hand lightly on my chest. She leaned close to me, and when she spoke, it was in a whisper, though we were alone in the house. "I think...I think Jack might be...doing something with Katy."
"Doing something?"
She nodded. "I think...well, those must have been Jack's boxers if they weren't yours."
Suddenly I realized where her thinking had detoured. In response to Aunt Ellen's original question about the boxers (which were, in fact, mine) I had issued the most childish of responses to an authority figure catching a child dead-to-rights. My aunt had asked why my boxers were in Katy's room, I had given a stupid reply, but despite million-to-one odds, my aunt immediately accepted that they were NOT my boxers. It was about the same level of cleverness as asking a five-year-old why he took a cookie from the jar only to hear the kid ask "what cookie" though the crumbs were on his mouth, hands and shirt.
But it was working!
Perhaps I had fucked her so hard she was still dizzy and clouded. But as long as I was about to get off scott-free, I was happy to ride it out. Here were the facts, twisted as they were: Jack was my 20-year-old cousin, Aunt Ellen's son and thus Katy's brother. Though the boxers were mine, clear evidence that I had indeed engaged in sexual misconduct with my own blood-related cousin, it was also true that Jack had fucked his own sister, and he had been fucking his own sister LONG before I'd gotten my turn.
I know, my good friend, that it sounds surreal. I know it sounds quite bazaar to worry about my aunt discovering that I had slept with her daughter when I'd just fucked HER, but there you go. That strange feeling of love and connection was still welling up inside my heart, and so soon into what I had hoped could be at least a somewhat developed relationship with my aunt, I just couldn't bear the thought of her thinking of me as just some walking erection happy to stick myself into whatever vagina was available, whether related by blood or not.
Since I was on a roll with the guise of playing the total dummy, I asked, "Why would Jack's underwear be in Katy's room?"
Aunt Ellen looked up at me. "I think they may be doing something...with each other."
"You sure he didn't just drop them there somehow, perhaps when he was taking a load of laundry down the hall? Or maybe they got mixed in with Katy's laundry somehow."
She frowned. "I don't know...." Her voice trailed off, lost in thought again, and she seemed to stare through my shoulder. My last remarks were finally a little more clever. I mean, it certainly made more sense—seemed more likely—that the boxers had found their way into Katy's rooms by means much more innocent than an incestuous encounter.
After a few moments, my aunt broke her reverie and allowed her eyes to travel downward again, along my chest, my abs and finally to my crotch. Staring at it, she said, "We should take a shower."
While I digested that sudden change in subject, she turned from me and crossed to the shower, reaching in to turn on the water. When she did, I got my first truly unobstructed and up-close view of her ass. As I could tell when I'd last seen it covered in modest panties, it certainly wasn't the tightest of asses, but it was shaped in a wonderfully round and fleshy way, flaring out nicely but not too much at the hips. Her creamy skin was very smooth, and though I knew the flesh of her ass to be soft, it was not flabby, and there was no cellulite that I could see. I was realizing more and more that for an older woman Aunt Ellen was in excellent shape. My cock realized it too, and it gave a twitch despite having ejaculated less than ten minutes ago.
With the hot water blasting into the shower for the second time in twenty minutes, she turned to face me. "Oh, Tommy." She was reacting to the fact that I was growing hard again, my penis now at about half-mast. She said, "Listen, sweetie, we really do need to just take a shower and get cleaned up. I'll need to get down to the drug store as soon as possible for a morning-after pill."
I stepped forward, moving close to her.
She put her hand on my chest again and said, "Tommy, you need to know we can't be lovers. We did what we did, it felt really good, and now you know what it's like to be with me, so I don't really mind you seeing me naked now. But if you can't control yourself, I'll have to go use the other shower down the hall."
"I'll be good, I promise."
"Sweetie, you're completely hard now."
I blushed. "I'm sorry. It's just reflexes. I'll behave."
"Okay, just try not to poke me in the back with that big thing."
We both chuckled, amazingly comfortable with each other now, and we stepped into the shower. My cock was now throbbing at its proximity to the pussy it had just fucked yet could not fuck again. But above all things I respected my dear aunt. If I could still be here in the shower with her and see her naked body a little while longer, then it was worth the case of blue-balls later on.
For several minutes, we managed to behave nicely. We took turns standing under the water and passing the soap and shampoo back and forth. Once or twice the head of my penis grazed her side or tummy, but I begged pardon and she gave it, as civil as if I'd brushed against her on a crowded bus. It was during this cleansing process that Aunt Ellen suddenly picked up right where she'd left off about Jack and Katy.
"No, I think there's something going on between them, Tom. I've seen other signs. The boxers just prove it further."
It was a tremendous relief for me to know my aunt's theory was still that I was not the one fucking Katy, Jack was. Ironically, even though I had indeed banged my cousin last night, it was only the one time, and I knew that she and her brother were long established secret lovers. So I was honestly curious to hear about other "signs" my aunt was seeing, and I asked what they were.
"There have been nights," she said, "when I heard movement in the hallway, at strange hours. I thought at first Jack was just getting up to use the bathroom, but the sounds didn't seem to make sense." She turned and rinsed shampoo from her long dark hair as she spoke, and my eyes went straight to her enormous breasts as water poured down them.
Her nipples were hard.
She went on, "I mean, I would hear him out there at, say, two in the morning, but either he was getting up for the bathroom again just thirty minutes later, or he had gone somewhere in the house and not returned for a half-hour."
She caught me staring at her breasts, and she smiled.
I asked, "Maybe he was making a sandwich."
"No, I know he wasn't. One time I checked the fridge and pantry to see signs of him rummaging for food. No signs of that. Plus, that would mean several midnight snacks a week, and Jack can't possibly be that hungry every night. Could you hand me the conditioner, darling? Oooh, you poked me again."
"Sorry."
"That's okay, sweetie." When I backed up a bit, she looked down at my erection. She licked her lips again absently before continuing: "Anyway, Jack's got a small TV in his room, so I don't think he was watching it in the living room."
As I lathered up my body with soap, I had to resist the urge to stroke myself a little, just to relieve some pressure. Being this close to my aunt in the shower and not being able to do anything about it was proving to be more difficult than I'd imagined.
Trying to maintain composure, I swallowed a couple of times and said, "So, you're saying that Jack and Katy are involved...physically?" Wiping water from her eyes, my aunt nodded. I did my best to look amazed and surprised and said, "That's incredible."
"I know," she replied quietly, hard to hear over the sound of the water.
Still, I thought, weren't we the pots calling the kettles black?
She seemed to read my expression and shook her head. "I know...I know, it's completely hypocritical for me to have a problem with my two children having sex with each other when you and I are...well, we did what we did and we're here now in the shower together. It's just...I mean, I've heard of somewhat close relatives having relationships, even getting married, but never any closer than cousins." She reached up and caressed my face. "You and I aren't cousins...but more or less on the same level as aunt and nephew."
She took her hand away and looked down. Yes, my raging erection was still pointing at her, but she really seemed to be looking at her feet this time, and she continued, "The truth is, Tommy, I'm more bothered by the fact that I...I cheated on my husband than the fact that you are my nephew." She looked up again, her eyes somewhat pleading now. "But they are siblings, Tommy, siblings! That's just...it's just too close."
At this, she started to cry a little. Instinctively I stepped forward to give her a comforting embrace, but my hard penis poked into her belly and slid up between us as I went for the hug. I stopped with my arms halfway around her and leaned back, apologizing through gritted teeth because it had felt so fucking GOOD to press against her naked form again.
But my aunt suddenly pulled me toward her tightly, once again pressing my cock between our wet and naked bodies. She cried into my shoulder, "It's okay, Tommy, just please hold me, baby. Please hold me. I have to deal with this somehow, and I'm happy I can open up to you about this. Jerry would NEVER...oh God, he would freak out!"
I returned her hug tightly. I felt slightly guilty about the fact that I was experiencing such pleasure with my sexually aroused body pressing against my crying (but naked) aunt. I also loved her a great deal, and as good as this felt physically I felt equally compassionate about her dismay over what she believed her children to be doing with each other. It made me start to wonder what she would have thought had she been made to believe that it was me and only me sleeping with her daughter. I thought back to when she'd first asked me about the boxers, not thirty minutes ago. I had been horrified at the question, but I also remembered that she'd asked about it rather calmly. It wasn't until she'd begun to think they were actually Jack's boxers that she'd started to get upset. And just a few minutes ago, she clearly expressed a surprising casualness and even open acceptance of the possibility of relatives becoming intimate, so long as they weren't actual brother and sister.
I suddenly thought, My God, would Aunt Ellen actually have been okay with me, her nephew, having a relationship with her daughter, my cousin? For all I knew Katy didn't have the slightest romantic feelings for me whatsoever, but still, any possibility of such a thing would've had the blessing of my aunt! I had just thrown Jack under the bus to save my own skin only to have it backfire with my aunt freaking out over her children being lovers? How the hell was I going to fix this?
In this moment of turmoil, my thoughts were distracted again by physical feeling, because my aunt had slowly started moving her hands from the small of my back to the top of my ass. She was beginning to caress me as a lover again, not an upset woman. Her crying had stopped, or at least slowed to some quiet whimpering, and she did not shy away from my mirroring her hand movements by sliding my own down to the globes of her wonderful rear.
For several minutes, we caressed and moved against each other. As the warm steamy water cascaded down on us, I planted light kisses along her neck and shoulders. She being much shorter than me planted her own light kisses on my chest and neck. We spoke no words, and to my purely selfish delight I suddenly felt one of my aunt's hands move around to my front, where her slender fingers found and gently gripped the shaft of my penis.
"My poor little boy," she said at last, starting to stroke me lightly.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, and with my last ounce of willpower I croaked out, "Aunt...Aunt Ellen...you don't have to...don't have to do this."
As I got these words out, I actually felt her hand let go of my cock. Dammit! But it was only so she could reach up to my chin and gently angle my head down. I opened my eyes and saw her starting up at me.
She said, "I know, baby. But I want to now. You have been such a sweet gentleman, so patient with me. I love you so much, and if this is to be our one little secret morning of passion together, let's allow it to last just a little longer."
My response to this was to lower my head and kiss my aunt very deeply and hungrily for the next several minutes. She returned my kiss aggressively. Our tongues intertwined and explored one another. We hadn't really kissed much during our first hurried round of all-out fucking. This time we were going to make love, right here in this shower, and to that end we made out with all the patience in the world, allowing time to come to a stand-still within the confines of this shower stall.
My aunt had moved her hand back down to my cock, and she resumed her gentle stroking, causing just enough stimulation to bring me to a plateau of exquisite bliss. For my part, I moved me hands all around her, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass, her breasts again. I hefted them, molded them, and squeezed her nipples, drawing a quick and pleasurable intake of breath from her. Wanting to continue my exploration of these wonderful mounds, I broke my kiss and lowered myself further so I could get my mouth on them. Aunt Ellen threw her head back and allowed a long, low moan to escape from her lips as I licked and nibbled one of her nipples.
"Oh, Tommy," she said, "I am so...SO sensitive there...my God, baby, please don't stop!"
Encouraged, I moved to the other nipple and went to work. It was wonderful to feel the water splash all over us, pouring down our bodies, as I devoured each of her breasts in intervals. While I chewed on one nipple, to the sound of my aunt grunting, "Harder, harder, baby," I squeezed the other breast with one hand. With the other I went down to her crotch and began sawing my fingers back and forth along the lips of her vagina, extracting even more groans from my new lover.
Within minutes, and with two of my fingers now firmly buried inside her pussy and my teeth clamping down on her vulnerable nipple, I brought my wonderful aunt to a shockingly powerful orgasm. I felt her vaginal walls clamp down on my fingers, quivering internally as they did so, and her entire body began to shake with violent spasms of orgasmic energy.
"Oh Jesus, Tommy! Jesus, oh YES!"
I didn't know what surprised me more, how powerful my aunt's orgasm was, or how long it lasted. It got to the point that she could barely continue standing, and she allowed her weight to settle somewhat on my arm and hand that was inserted halfway into her pussy. With my other hand I let go of her breast and got a grip around her waist, helping to steady her. She reached her hands out to either side of the shower stall and finally started to come down from her orgasm. She took several deep breaths and thanked me repeatedly in a soft cooing tone I couldn't quite hear above the spray of the shower.
Although I was willing to stimulate her by hand a little longer, my aunt straightened up a little and gently coaxed my fingers from her pussy. Staring right into her eyes, I put these pussy-soaked fingers directly into my mouth and sucked, letting her know that I could stimulate her with much more than just my fingers.
Reading my mind, Aunt Ellen smiled and said, "That would be very nice, my sweet boy, but there's something I want inside me even more. But first let's make sure it's completely ready to go into me."
I could only stand there with my mouth hanging open and my eyes rolled back like a drunken fool as my aunt slowly worked her way down my body, tracing her tongue along my chest, down across my flat stomach and closer, oh so wonderfully closer, to the thing she wanted inside her even more. Her first tentative lick up the underside of my cock felt like an electric shock, and I suddenly went up on tip-to, grunting loudly. The next lick was right along the base of the head, the most sensitive part of my cock, and the fact that I didn't cum right there surprised even me. But with her hands now caressing my balls and the base of my cock, my aunt seemed to be much more in tune with the twitching and clenching of my muscles down there, and she was being very careful to make it last as long as humanly possible, just as she wanted.After a few more teasing licks and kisses, she finally engulfed my penis into her mouth, sucking it in about halfway and allowing her tongue lather it up within. I looked down at her as the shower blasted onto her hair and shoulders. When her bobbing head moved back, the water would hit my belly and pour down my body, keeping me warm and stimulated to the highest degree.
In the midst of this incredible and incestuous blowjob, I found myself at a crossroads. I was getting very close to cumming. I wanted to cum very, very badly. I also wanted it to last as long as possible. But above all, I wanted to be inside my aunt again. I wanted my cock to fill her pussy one more time, perhaps for the last time. A few minutes ago, it seemed like she'd been about to allow me this pleasure. But she was now really getting into sucking my cock. Was she hoping that I would just cum now, to get it out of my system, so we could finally end our little affair and move on with life?
Not quite.
Aunt Ellen took her mouth from my cock. She stood but still gripped the shaft lovingly. I smiled at her as she moved her jaw up and down, massaging her cheeks with her free hand. "I can't believe how big you are, Tommy. I'm sorry I couldn't do that better."
"Oh, Aunt Ellen, it was wonderful! You are amazing!"
She smiled and actually blushed a little. "Oh, please...I just haven't done that in a while. Jerry and I just aren't very...active these days."
"That is his loss!"
She shrugged, causing her breasts to jiggle nicely. "Guess so, but let's keep this about us for now, remember?" She let go of my shaft and it wobbled stiffly in the air. I don't think I had ever been more engorged than this, even when I was fucking my beautiful young cousin, Katy. But all further thought of Katy vanished right along with those of Jerry when my aunt made her next move. She turned her back to me, leaned over with her hands on the wall of the shower, just under the showerhead, then glanced back toward me with an eager grin.
"Come here."
I obeyed. I got right between her parted legs and guided my cock toward her ass. I bent me knees a little to angle my cock for easy entry to her swollen pussy, and as I did I felt the tips of my aunt's fingers on the head as she reached down between her legs to help guide me in. I let go of myself, placing my hands on her hips instead, and let her do the work as I touched the head of my penis to the lips of her pussy. Even that first light touch, without me even poking the head into her, caused a shiver to run right up and down my aunt's spine.
This was going to be good.
I gave a little push, a little thrust, and oh so fucking slowly I inched my dick deeper and deeper into the vagina of my own mother's sister. I was really inside her now, pushing myself hungrily right up to the hilt. The front of my hips slapped against the cheeks of her ass. I pulled back, then thrust again, causing another slap, and another. This whole time the water continued to beat down on us—how long would it stay hot—and a bunch of water would pool up on her angled back as I slapped up against her, only to splash down again at our feet when I pulled back. I maintained this rhythm for a while, but managed to thrust into her increasingly harder with each passing minute, curling my toes and clutching tightly on her hips to maintain control of my pending orgasm. For her part, Aunt Ellen dropped her head down, squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for some serious pounding, grunting "ungh-ungh-ungh" in time to the slap of my skin against her ass.
To see—and feel—what would happen I straightened my knees a little, causing the angle of my penis to shift measurably within her vagina. This actually succeeded in sinking my cock another half-inch or so further than it had been, and this last remaining length of cock was all it took to launch this sexy older woman through the stratosphere. Her little "ungh-ungh-ungh" sounds, barely audible over the sound of the water, immediately turned into repeated little mini-screams, and with each thrust the orgasm that unleashed itself within this woman's body seemed to increase on an exponential level. It was so passionate, so deeply moving, that it seemed to cross over to my own body, and suddenly I felt my balls begin to contract.
"Aunt Ellen!" I warned loudly.
"NO!" she screamed. "Do NOT stop, Tommy!"
I pounded away but I had about ten seconds left, if that, and she had been so worried about getting pregnant the first time we fucked, so I grunted, "But I'm gonna...I'm gonna—"
"It's okay!" she shouted back. "Just cum inside me, baby! I can't give you up yet! You can cum in me but DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"
That lustful exclamation was the first time I had EVER heard my aunt use a bad word, and this succeeded in giving me that final push over the edge. Only too happy to obey my aunt, I did NOT stop fucking her, and I fucked her HARD, even as my swollen balls began coughing up their potent contents. My powerful orgasm seemed to time itself so that each blast of thick semen ejaculated from my cock only during my deepest points of penetration: I would pull back, slam it in, then feel a jet of sperm leave my cock...pull back, slam it in, squirt...pull back, slam it in, squirt.
For her part, my aunt just kept screaming, completely engulfed in her most powerful orgasm of the day: "Deeper! Harder! My God, I can feel you in my guts! Tommy, give me your cum if you want but just please DO NOT STOP FUCKING ME!"
As the last of my sperm squirted deep into my aunt's unprotected womb, the post-orgasmic hypersensitivity of my penis caused my body to jerk involuntarily so that I could no longer maintain my deep and penetrating rhythm anymore. But Aunt Ellen was also, finally, beginning to come down from her earth-shattering orgasm, and she allowed me at last to slow my thrusting and lean over against her. Eventually, I stopped my last thrust so that I was still deep inside her, and I reached around and clutched her body tightly against mine. We both breathed heavily, feeling each other's rapid heart beats, basking in the moment.
At some point we realized that the water was finally beginning to cool. We must've been in the shower for well over an hour from start to finish, and our fingers and toes were completely pruned. When my softening penis finally slipped out of her vagina—both of us let out a disappointed groan—I reached over and turned the water off. Aunt Ellen turned her body within our embrace so that we faced each other, and for another several minutes we held tightly, dripping and kissing and calming down.
No words were exchanged between us as we stepped out of the shower and gently dried each other off with a couple of thick cotton towels. While looking down at her fluffy but neatly trimmed pussy, I noticed some of my semen beginning to dribble down the inside of my aunt's thigh. She followed my gaze and seemed only then to remember that I had once again injected a huge amount of sperm into her body, with nothing but odds to protect her from impregnation. She used a corner of her towel to mop up the dribbling fluid then crossed over to the toilet again. I continued to dry off as I watched my naked aunt sit and urinate as she had before. And like before she didn't have any problem whatsoever with her nephew watching her. I was standing much nearer her to her now, and I could even see the stream leave her pussy and splash into the bowl.
That strangely wonderful sensation of just complete and utter openness engulfed me again.
Openness...no, not complete openness, I guess. I had deceived my aunt. She had believed my deflection of the truth, and she was sure it was only Jack who was having sex with Katy. And there was the fact that if I could, somehow, start a relationship with Katy, my aunt would actually support it! Something would have to be done about this....
But not at this moment. My aunt had finished going to the bathroom, her second attempt to purge what semen she could from her body. She wiped herself and flushed the toilet, then moved close to me, whispering, "I feel like I can do anything with you, Tommy...anything."
"I hope so," I replied. "I definitely want to do more things with you."
She looked down, away from me, and said, "I wish we could, sweetie. You are so wonderful. Perhaps we can find a way...no...I don't know...but we're going to have to face reality eventually." She looked up at me at last. "You know that, don't you?"
I let out a long sigh. Then nodded.
We lapsed into silence again while we cleaned up the bathroom. From all the fucking and running around this little room, there was water everywhere, and I used the towels to mop up what I could. Aunt Ellen cleaned our bodily fluids off the counter and took all the used towels and dropped them into the hamper in the laundry room through one of the bathroom doors. I scooped up my clothes and she her torn dress (and loose buttons), and we both walked naked down the hallway to her bedroom. I got dressed back in my shorts and shirt then sat down on the bed while my beautiful aunt picked out a new outfit: another dress, a sun dress of a soft pastel cotton color. To my disappointment she put on a bra and underwear before slipping into the dress, letting me zip her up on the side. She then grabbed her torn red dress and tucked it deep in her closet under some shoe boxes, where it would remain hidden until she had a chance to pull it out again at some future point to sew back together.
During this quiet period of returning to a more normal existence with my aunt, I had a chance to contemplate the Jack-Katy situation a little further. It occurred to me that something would have to be done to fix the situation. I didn't know what my aunt's intentions were, but I knew it would completely disrupt the family if she was to directly confront her children about their sexual union. Even before I had fucked my cousin and my aunt, I truly loved coming here to visit, and I didn't want to see that opportunity disappear. And now that I HAD fucked my cousin and aunt, I most definitely wanted to maintain the status quo if only to possibly continue my sexual adventures.
So, bold action would have to be taken. I would have to come up with something very, very clever. I could no longer act like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. To continue this food theme, just how was I going to be able to have my cake and eat it too?
That's when the obvious question struck me. The question that had to be asked. Because the answer could very well indicate the next course of direction I'd have to take.
As calmly and objectively as possible, I asked, "Aunt Ellen, what if those boxers had been mine?"
She had been brushing her damp hair in the mirror over the dresser. She paused and glanced at me in the reflection. "I don't know," she said.
An odd answer. I pressed on, "What do you mean?"
She turned to face me and leaned against the dresser. "Well, Tom, when I say you are a gentleman and a very sweet boy, I really do mean it. And Katy is such a brat. I was also honest when I said earlier that I wish she could find a boyfriend like you, someone who might rub off on her and help her become more responsible, more considerate."
She seemed to be processing what she was about to say next, so I didn't say a word.
"The truth is," she said hesitantly, "the truth is that I found myself sort of secretly hoping that you and Katy might someday...well, fall in love."
I was stunned. I stared at my aunt, and she saw my reaction.
Continuing quickly she said, "I know that sounds incredible, and believe me, up until recently it was only a vague, completely crazy wish of mine. I think it was more about the fact that I want Katy to settle down and marry a good man someday, and because I admire you so much, Tom, I kept seeing you as a model of that perfect man."
I blushed. I was far, far from perfect, as you, my good friend, already know.
Aunt Ellen stepped over and sat down next to me. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "This is very strange for you to hear, I know. I'm sorry, Tom."
"No, no," I said with a nervous smile. "It's...okay." In truth, I didn't quite know what to think yet.
She said, "I don't think I originally pictured you ACTUALLY being that perfect mate for Katy. Like I said, you were just the model, the example. But the more I began to think about it...the more I became comfortable with the fact that two cousins could potentially fall in love and be together. I actually did a bit of research and learned that it's perfectly legal in this country and that it's actually more common than you'd think."
"So," I said, "when you found the boxers, and you thought they were mine...."
She nodded, "I thought that perhaps my wish had come true. And ever since I began suspecting of Jack and Katy to be involved, I began hoping more and more that it WAS true, because while our family—and society—could come to terms with cousins being together, it could never ever deal with two direct siblings."
"But when you found the boxers, and you suspected me—or hoped it was me—why did you allow...US to happen?"
Aunt Ellen nodded and gave me a confessing smile. "I guess it makes it even more wrong. It's bad enough that I have betrayed my husband Jerry, but in a way I realized I was betraying you with Katy as well...if you had actually been with her, that is."
I processed this for a few minutes. This was seriously heavy stuff. I could see the cloud of guilt and doubt beginning to hover over my aunt's head again, and I realized I needed to set her conscience at ease somehow. I said, "You have nothing to feel sorry about, Aunt Ellen. We are both adults, and we truly care for each other, no matter what happened. There should be no pain between us."
We took each other's hand and kissed lightly. She said, "You see, Tommy, that's what I'm talking about. No matter how bad we've been, you want to put people at ease. I guess that's what drew me to you...what allowed me to...give myself to you."
"I don't understand," I said.
She smiled again. "It's hard for me to understand, too, but I'll try to explain. You see, the more I worried about Katy, the more I hoped she'd find a great guy like you. And the more I thought about that, the more I began to secretly hope that you and Katy would fall in love."
"But why did you ask me this morning about whether I still liked Katy's friend?"
"I don't know...just nervous around you, I guess. Because that is the third part of this equation, Tom." She paused and scooted even closer to me, looking me square in the eyes. "My secret hope that you would become an intimate part of Katy's life became a strange obsession into you personally...and I began to fantasize about you being with...me."
This was incredible. I said, "How long?"
"I think it sparked two or three years ago, as I watched you develop into such an attractive young man. But I allowed it to consume my waking thoughts only this summer."
"But then...I have to ask again, Aunt Ellen...what if I had said yes, those were my boxers?"
She was quiet a moment, then said plainly, "I would have accepted it. I would have...encouraged it." My eyes went wide. She explained further, "I don't know how comfortable I'd be that the two of you were having actual intercourse...or I would have at least hoped you two would have practiced safer sex than...than you and I, but I would have accepted it."
"But Katy and Jack...."
She nodded and looked down at her lap. "I don't know, Tom. I don't know what I'm going to do about that." She looked at me, hopeful. "It has to stop, that I know."
"But you don't know if they're actually lovers," I said. I wanted to gauge her conviction on this.
She said, "Well, not so much as having seen them in the act, no...."
"And when they're around each other and us, they've never shown even the slightest indication that they're intimate on that level." My statement to this effect was true. Jack and Katy had never so much as hinted, whether accidentally or on purpose, that they had sex together. It was one reason why I'd been so shocked when I saw Jack enter Katy's bedroom with my own eyes, watched him proceed to climb into her bed and fuck her.
Aunt Ellen could only agree with my statement. "You're right, Tom, but even if they're foolish enough to commit incest, they're certainly bright enough to know they'd have to keep it the most strictest of secrets, betraying nothing to anyone."
This is when the kernel of a new scheme formed in my brain.
I said, "Well, maybe this is actually more one-sided than you think?"
She blinked at me. "I don't understand."
Yes, I was developing a very good scheme indeed. There as no better way to test it than to roll right into it. I said, "What if Jack is stalking Katy?"
My aunt recoiled at this, leaning back from me. "What do you mean, 'stalking?'"
"Well, not actually stalking, but...spying, lusting...obsessing over her."
"You mean sneaking around, taking peeks at her?"
"Exactly. Like a voyeur. We all know how soundly Katy's sleeps when she's finally out. What if Jack is taking advantage of this, sneaking into her room, looking at her...perhaps even...touching her?" She stared at me. I pushed further: "Boys can be very strange, you know, very perverted. Maybe he touched her last night, or at least himself, and left his boxers there as some strangely perverted signal, a kinky little gift...."
Aunt Ellen stood and began pacing, clearly disturbed by this. She definitely had different levels of tolerance. It was as if she could chalk up Jack and Katy being lovers to just some childish rush of hormones that needed to be tamed. But the idea of Jack being a sick voyeur secretly peeking at and touching his own sister was something completely hideous to her.
As I said, my good friend, I was far, far from perfect. And I was now ready to launch a scheme that could produce some very wonderful—and sexual—results. It was so genius, in fact, that I had to be very, very careful not to break into a very sinister grin.
With a suddenly renewed strength in self-control and determination, I said plainly to my aunt: "What if I could guarantee that Jack would never spy on Katy again, without causing the slightest scandal in this family?"
Aunt Ellen stopped pacing and turned to me. "How?"
It's possible that at this point the very slightest of grins formed in one corner of my mouth.
"You'll just have to trust me..."