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God, she was sexy. \"Uh, Aunt Sherry, that's the...\" I stopped myself, remembering which continent I was on, blushing and smiling awkwardly, moving to the other side. A chuckle later, we were both sitting in the hot car, the black ragtop over us, barely letting us breathe in the trapped heat.\n        \"Forgot we weren't in America, huh?\" Sherry said, pushing her key in and turning the ignition. I blushed.\n        \"Heh, yeah.\" I said. She wasn't looking at me, but I was looking at her. She had dressed in a gray T-shirt that seemed to hug her body, boobs in perfect profile. Below, she wore jean shorts that wrapped that ass of hers perfectly, too. Nothing was tight; it was all just right for her. She threw on the aircon and rolled the windows down, throttling the engine. It was loud and rumbled below us like an angry beast. Awesome.\n        \"So, how 'bout that convertible, huh?\" Sherry said, flipping a switch near the driver's seat. The sun pierced through the immediate crack and soon my head was blasted by more of the sun's rays as the ragtop dropped behind us. The heat of the inside escaped, beginning to comfort us from the vents and the cool mid-morning Sydney air. The top down, it was like the city opened up around us. Sherry put us into gear and we rolled out from the street. The radio was just under the passing outdoors and my ears twitched, attempting to hear it. Sherry noticed, smiling wordlessly at me and adjusting the volume. She turned it up and switched around some stations. She landed on what sounded like a Gorillaz song. Yes, I thought, this was Gorillaz.\n        Passing that park we opted out of yesterday, right by the harbour, I watched grass, boats and blue water zoom by at differing speeds. I could see the Sydney Harbour Bridge just beyond some houses and trees, its two spires no longer glowing gold. 'That's what looked like golden bricks last night.' I thought. Of course, it was all pretty scenery, but being in the left-side passenger seat, I had to look past Aunt Sherry to see any of this.\n        Aunt Sherry, her brown hair whipping gently in the wind as we cruised down toward the highway, continued to look forward, her eyes staring ahead just behind her shades. With her watching the road, I thought, I can look at Sherry's body all I want. We slowed down at an intersection and I saw a sign, a single detail really catching my eye: M1. We were gonna get on the M1. Had a proper name for a highway, I thought.\n        \"So, Tay,\" Sherry said despite the sun in my face, blinding me, \"tell me, what grade are you in now? I squinted and my eyes watered a bit. The scenery was still spectacular. I tried to think of the answer.\n        \"Er, uh, well, we're on winter break right now, so--\"\n        \"Come on, now, Tay. You know what I mean; don't give me a run around answer.\" Sherry said, chuckling.\n        \"Well, I'm, uh, 12, so...\" I stammered. What fucking GRADE was I in?!\n        \"Oh, it's just a simple question! Don't you know right off the top of your head what grade you're in?\" Sherry yelled over the rushing air as we increased speed. 'Simple question, ha! Not with such a beautiful distraction such as you, Aunt Sherry.' I thought.\n        \"Sorry!\" I squeaked. Wow, how manly a squeak it was, too.\n        \"Your sister's right; you ARE a butt sometimes.\" She said, turning left onto the M1 on ramp. I felt so small; why'd she have to say that? She smiled in my general direction. \"But you're cute regardless.\" she said, sweet smile extending with a gently ruffle of my already windblown hair. This caused some part of me to grow again, heh.\n        As our speed increased, our conversation dwindled. I thought about the conversation and a blurry image from last night struck me. Not that I had forgotten what happened, but it wasn't in the forefront of my mind until at that moment. What normal conversation we were having, right? We were essentially alone in this car. Even with the top down, there'd be no possible way for anyone to hear anything said, or even somewhat shouted, which I felt was becoming more and more necessary to say anything at that point, riding fast. Finally alone, why was she not talking about it?\n        We passed over a high point where I could see the harbour by craning my neck backward. It was a bit tough, but I saw little points of the bridge, the... water...\n        \"Hey, kiddo, don't break your neck, now.\" Sherry said, just audible over the rush.\n        \"I got it, Aunt Sher-ree....\" I strained.\n        \"No, Tay...\" Sherry said, gently guiding my neck back to resting position zero and continuing. I was about to object when my eye caught the harbour, easy. \"It's right over there; just turn to your right, silly.\"\n        \"Oh...\" I said. I wasn't sure if she heard me. Would it be more or less embarrassing if she did? Luckily, turned this way, she couldn't see my blush. I hoped she was paying more attention to the road than her dumb nephew anyway. The harbour and bridge and most of that part of Sydney disappeared as we descended into a large turn inland. I sat straight in my seat, looking out at the rest of this part of town.\n        Neck a bit sore, Sherry's voice rang in my head. Sure, it was dumb that I could have just turned to the right, but it reminded me of something else weird about me and Sherry's conversation. Not only was she not talking about what happened last night, but she didn't seem awkward or nervous about it. What was with that? Did it REALLY happen? Was it just an awesome dream and I drooled or something on my shirt, crusting it up? Maybe I did paw off and imagined Sherry doing it for me and I came and just fell asleep, imagining the whole thing.\n        We merged onto another highway, A1, according to the signs we rushed under. The sun glided over different parts of the car, and over Sherry. The sun lit up that brown hair for a second and I wished it stayed; so pretty. It looked almost red in that sunlight. I smiled, if I wasn't already smiling. She was a really cool adult--no wonder she would always hang out with us kids; she's as cool as us! I figured she'd make an amazing mom.\n        Then my memory struck again--I felt it all over my body in a moment of sadness as I remembered: her and Uncle Roland couldn't have cubs of their own. If they DID ever have kids, they would get in the way of all the cool stuff we older kids had been getting to do with her; she'd just be too busy with her own cubs. Even when dealing with Missy and Buddy on occasion, she would be too occupied with the little ones; they need so much attention. What about us older kids?\n        I thought about my own Mom; she was a cool adult and never too busy to spend time with us kids, but then I remembered that Izzy and I were once little kids, at the same time. I couldn't imagine how we could have sucked away her time. Thinking about my Mom and Aunt Sherry, now that I was all hot over her, was weird, so I forced my mind to shift gears just as Sherry's car did under us, bringing our speed down as we headed for an off ramp. I looked at Sherry again, smiling. Maybe Aunt Sherry was just good being a sexy girl.\n        Air rush dampening, Sherry's hair began to settle, though it was more frizzed out. She was still very pretty though. I kept looking at her, but felt afraid she'd catch me staring. I felt aching in my crotch and all the questions flooded my mind again: Did it happen? Would it happen again? How could I bring it up so maybe I'd get some more from her? I really wanted more. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. I felt it in my bones and under my skin. I found the shape of her tits in my view, the shirt gliding over the side. God, she was so sexy.\n        We approached the first stop light after exiting the A1 and I made a decision: I would say something. Once we stopped, I would say something to her. Maybe she'd get it, maybe not. I would say something. Behind this bold voice in my head was another, sneaky one. It reminded me that, despite how real last night felt, Aunt Sherry hadn't given me an INKLING of indication that she was even interested. Nothing, that was, except for managing to get me alone for a bit, and back to HER house. She applied the brakes. I was nervous beyond nervous. I wanted to impress her. How do you impress? Make laugh? We stopped, her brakes slightly whining.\n        \"Uh... 7th grade.\" I said, staring forward. I could feel Sherry turning to me.\n        \"What?\" she said, on the verge of a chuckle.\n        \"You wanted to know. I'm in 7th grade.\" I said, still not looking at her. She chuckled.\n        \"Cute.\" she said, just as the light turned and we took off. I felt like a million bucks. We turned. \"7th grade, huh? What grade would that be here?\" I shrugged.\n        \"You mean you have different school grades in Australia?\" I asked.\n        \"Yep! 7th grade... now, that's the 7th year after you were in Pre-K, right?\" she asked.\n        \"Yeah.\"\n        \"You're 12 now, so... yeah, it's still Year 7 here.\" Sherry finished talking with a big smile on her face. \"Year 7 is tough, I remember very well.\" she continued.\n        \"Yeah?\"\n        \"Yeah. Girls your age can be horrible, well, to other girls. Your sister ever have any problems with other girls in school?\"\n        \"Nah; we got lotsa the same friends, and one of our friends protects us! She can...\" I stopped talking. Sherry looked at me briefly.\n        \"She can what?\" Sherry asked. I wasn't about to talk about Becky and her powers, so I thought real quick.\n        \"She's real good at settling problems and arguments and things.\" I felt my little tidbit of info was severely underwhelming. I felt dumb again. Thank, Becky. We turned again. I looked at my aunt. Shades still on, hair blowing slightly, she was captivating.\n        Finally, we arrived at Uncle Roland and Aunt Sherry's place. We were just here the other day and it looked the same. Walking in, I could tell the place was empty; there's just that sound of an empty house that Sherry's place certainly had. More echoey or something. My boner acted up again; it was just us two. Absolutely no one else was there.\n        \"Thirsty?\" Sherry asked, removing her sunglasses and revealing those eyes again; I blushed--they certainly went with her tits. I nodded. Sherry smiled at me and led me to the kitchen. \"Okay,\" she said, opening the refrigerator, \"we have water, tea, or delicious passion fruit juice!\" I laughed.\n        \"Trying to sell me on the passion fruit juice again?\" I said, recalling when we were last there, I refused to drink the juice as it was 'weird' to me, but right before we left for Grampa's, Izzy had me try a sip; it was amazing! I wanted more, but both Sherry and Izzy poked at me and my pickiness, saying I should have had some the night before.\n        \"Hmm... maybe.\" Sherry said.\n        \"I'll totally have a drink of that yummy stuff then.\" I chuckled. Sherry laughed and poured us each a glass. Standing there in the kitchen, we drank silently.\n        \"Ready to work?\" Sherry said. I flinched at the word. I nearly forgot the reason we were here.\n        \"What're we doin' again?\" I asked.\n        \"Well,\" Sherry stared, putting her hair up in a ponytail, \"we gotta get the grill and some charcoal Roland's got and other things like chairs and such.\" I took my last sip of the awesome juice.\n        \"Can all that fit in the car? I mean, it's a convertible.\" I said.\n        \"Eh, we'll make it work.\" She said, finishing her drink. \"C'mon, it's all out in the garage.\"\n        I followed Aunt Sherry to the garage, where the stuff was kept in a corner near some tiki lamps and lawn chairs.\n        \"Need any of these?\" I said, pointing them out.\n        \"Nah, Dad's got some of those already. Let's just get the grill and the charcoal.\" She said. We gathered stuff, me grabbing the grill, her the charcoal, and loaded them into the car before Sherry thought maybe we should grab the chairs and tiki lamps, in case she'd remembered wrong. Wouldn't matter; there was plenty room in the car.\n        The only thing I felt mattered was the heat. It was still midday and working just about any amount of time in that heat was sure to make anyone sweat and long for water, ice, aircon on full blast. Each time we passed Sherry's pool, I just wanted to jump in. I'd even jump into the jacuzzi, unless it was on full heat, of course.\n        All done, we met up in the kitchen, sweating and glad to be indoors. Sherry offered another drink. I took two glasses of what ended up being the last of the passion fruit juice. Sherry downed her second glass of tea and looked at me that way Mom did whenever she was about to deal some parental advice.\n        \"Tay, you should really drink some water now. Sure, that juice is yummy, but you need proper hydration; this heat is nothing to sneeze at.\" Sherry said, washing my glass out and pouring water.\n        \"Sure.\" I said, wincing at the bland taste of the stuff. Sherry sighed heavily and stretched.\n        \"Boy, we're super sweaty, huh?\" She chuckled. I laughed and nodded in agreement. \"I totally need a shower. Can't go back to Dad's being all salty and stinky.\" She drank one last half glass of tea and all I could do was shake some, thinking of the possibility of sneaking a peek at naked Aunt Sherry showering! Finishing and washing the glasses, Sherry turned to me. \"Okay, let's go!\"\n        \"Go?\" I asked. \"Go where?\" Sherry smiled at me.\n        \"Well, you gotta shower, too, y'know.\" Sherry said, walking by and ruffling my hair. I smiled and felt giddy. \"You can use the guest shower upstairs. C'mon, I'll get you some towels.\" Sherry led me across the living room to the master bedroom.\n        \"Wouldn't the guest bath have towels?\" I asked.\n        \"Not since you guys stayed the night; I haven't laundered and replaced them yet.\" Sherry answered. \n        We walked into the master bath, which was a very wide and carpeted space. In the corner was the tub, larger than our tubs back home and with ledges built into the walls. The showerhead was a fancy detachable one like Mum and Dad had in theirs, though. The back wall of the shower was one of those glassy foggy ones, bluish green tones spilling through, indicating the trees on the other side. Sherry opened the large closet where rows of colorful towels laid folded in columns. \n        I was barely paying much, if any, attention to the bathroom as Sherry's tight ass was right in front of me, bent over, her tail swishing side to side. I wanted to reach out and squeeze, oh, I wanted to squeeze so hard. Sherry groaned, standing up straight, paws on hips, frustrated. She looked around the bathroom, turning to me.\n        \"Well... it looks like we'll have ta...\" Sherry started, finally walking over to the bathroom door, closing and locking it. I watched like it was on TV or something; no way did something like that just happen. My heart skipped, I think. Sherry turned to me, smiling, but this smile was different; it felt devious, like a kid about to try something crazy. \"Let's take a shower together. What do ya say?\" Instaboner, bonerizing any boner amount that I may have ever bonered before. My legs felt weak; I nearly fell down, or fell over, or maybe even passed out. What was happening?\n        \"W-what?\" I said, surprisingly calm.\n        \"Wanna shower with me, Tay?\" She said, blushing probably half as hard as I was. I was shaking.\n        \"Um... well... is... is that okay?\" I asked. WHY QUESTION THIS, MORON?! Sherry turned to the bath, starting the faucet. OF COURSE I stared at her ass. My mind raced, faster than the car, faster than the M1, or the A1. A thousand miles an hour. Or was it kilometers?\n        \"I don't care, do you?\" Aunt Sherry said, looking back at me. I shook my head, nervous. Holy fuck. Sherry tested the water with her paw a few times, and a few adjustments later, she stood, swatted her paw dry and approached me, smiling. She reached out to me, eyes staring right into mine, \"Besides...\" she said, grabbing my paws, getting closer, \"...last night...\" she placed my paws on her waist, looking down at me, smiling big and sweet, \"...was hot.\"",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'><div class='align_center'>Taylor Ryan McIntosh and Sherrilyn Marie Foresythe<br /><br />in<br /><br />Auntcest, Vol. 1<br /><br />Chapter 4<br /><br />M1A1, Thousand Miles An Hour<br /><br />by the kzx</div><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Hot damn!&quot; I exclaimed, looking at Aunt Sherry and Uncle Roland&#039;s car: an apple red convertible. &quot;I never rode in a convertible before!&quot;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Is that right?&quot; Aunt Sherry said, paws on her hips, standing next to me, smiling past her sunglasses. &quot;Well, I guess you&#039;re about ready, eh?&quot; I nodded eagerly back at her. She lifted her shades and looked right at me. &quot;And, Tay, I don&#039;t wanna hear such language from you again, understood?&quot; she said, smile gone. I gulped and felt small.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Yes, ma&#039;am.&quot; I said. Sherry rested her sunglasses back on her nose and smiled, rounding to the, uh, passenger side. I watched her pass me--those legs, that butt. Though she was shorter than Mom, her legs still gave off a feeling of length. God, she was sexy. &quot;Uh, Aunt Sherry, that&#039;s the...&quot; I stopped myself, remembering which continent I was on, blushing and smiling awkwardly, moving to the other side. A chuckle later, we were both sitting in the hot car, the black ragtop over us, barely letting us breathe in the trapped heat.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Forgot we weren&#039;t in America, huh?&quot; Sherry said, pushing her key in and turning the ignition. I blushed.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Heh, yeah.&quot; I said. She wasn&#039;t looking at me, but I was looking at her. She had dressed in a gray T-shirt that seemed to hug her body, boobs in perfect profile. Below, she wore jean shorts that wrapped that ass of hers perfectly, too. Nothing was tight; it was all just right for her. She threw on the aircon and rolled the windows down, throttling the engine. It was loud and rumbled below us like an angry beast. Awesome.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;So, how &#039;bout that convertible, huh?&quot; Sherry said, flipping a switch near the driver&#039;s seat. The sun pierced through the immediate crack and soon my head was blasted by more of the sun&#039;s rays as the ragtop dropped behind us. The heat of the inside escaped, beginning to comfort us from the vents and the cool mid-morning Sydney air. The top down, it was like the city opened up around us. Sherry put us into gear and we rolled out from the street. The radio was just under the passing outdoors and my ears twitched, attempting to hear it. Sherry noticed, smiling wordlessly at me and adjusting the volume. She turned it up and switched around some stations. She landed on what sounded like a Gorillaz song. Yes, I thought, this was Gorillaz.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Passing that park we opted out of yesterday, right by the harbour, I watched grass, boats and blue water zoom by at differing speeds. I could see the Sydney Harbour Bridge just beyond some houses and trees, its two spires no longer glowing gold. &#039;That&#039;s what looked like golden bricks last night.&#039; I thought. Of course, it was all pretty scenery, but being in the left-side passenger seat, I had to look past Aunt Sherry to see any of this.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aunt Sherry, her brown hair whipping gently in the wind as we cruised down toward the highway, continued to look forward, her eyes staring ahead just behind her shades. With her watching the road, I thought, I can look at Sherry&#039;s body all I want. We slowed down at an intersection and I saw a sign, a single detail really catching my eye: M1. We were gonna get on the M1. Had a proper name for a highway, I thought.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;So, Tay,&quot; Sherry said despite the sun in my face, blinding me, &quot;tell me, what grade are you in now? I squinted and my eyes watered a bit. The scenery was still spectacular. I tried to think of the answer.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Er, uh, well, we&#039;re on winter break right now, so--&quot;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Come on, now, Tay. You know what I mean; don&#039;t give me a run around answer.&quot; Sherry said, chuckling.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Well, I&#039;m, uh, 12, so...&quot; I stammered. What fucking GRADE was I in?!<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Oh, it&#039;s just a simple question! Don&#039;t you know right off the top of your head what grade you&#039;re in?&quot; Sherry yelled over the rushing air as we increased speed. &#039;Simple question, ha! Not with such a beautiful distraction such as you, Aunt Sherry.&#039; I thought.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Sorry!&quot; I squeaked. Wow, how manly a squeak it was, too.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Your sister&#039;s right; you ARE a butt sometimes.&quot; She said, turning left onto the M1 on ramp. I felt so small; why&#039;d she have to say that? She smiled in my general direction. &quot;But you&#039;re cute regardless.&quot; she said, sweet smile extending with a gently ruffle of my already windblown hair. This caused some part of me to grow again, heh.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As our speed increased, our conversation dwindled. I thought about the conversation and a blurry image from last night struck me. Not that I had forgotten what happened, but it wasn&#039;t in the forefront of my mind until at that moment. What normal conversation we were having, right? We were essentially alone in this car. Even with the top down, there&#039;d be no possible way for anyone to hear anything said, or even somewhat shouted, which I felt was becoming more and more necessary to say anything at that point, riding fast. Finally alone, why was she not talking about it?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We passed over a high point where I could see the harbour by craning my neck backward. It was a bit tough, but I saw little points of the bridge, the... water...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Hey, kiddo, don&#039;t break your neck, now.&quot; Sherry said, just audible over the rush.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;I got it, Aunt Sher-ree....&quot; I strained.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;No, Tay...&quot; Sherry said, gently guiding my neck back to resting position zero and continuing. I was about to object when my eye caught the harbour, easy. &quot;It&#039;s right over there; just turn to your right, silly.&quot;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Oh...&quot; I said. I wasn&#039;t sure if she heard me. Would it be more or less embarrassing if she did? Luckily, turned this way, she couldn&#039;t see my blush. I hoped she was paying more attention to the road than her dumb nephew anyway. The harbour and bridge and most of that part of Sydney disappeared as we descended into a large turn inland. I sat straight in my seat, looking out at the rest of this part of town.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Neck a bit sore, Sherry&#039;s voice rang in my head. Sure, it was dumb that I could have just turned to the right, but it reminded me of something else weird about me and Sherry&#039;s conversation. Not only was she not talking about what happened last night, but she didn&#039;t seem awkward or nervous about it. What was with that? Did it REALLY happen? Was it just an awesome dream and I drooled or something on my shirt, crusting it up? Maybe I did paw off and imagined Sherry doing it for me and I came and just fell asleep, imagining the whole thing.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We merged onto another highway, A1, according to the signs we rushed under. The sun glided over different parts of the car, and over Sherry. The sun lit up that brown hair for a second and I wished it stayed; so pretty. It looked almost red in that sunlight. I smiled, if I wasn&#039;t already smiling. She was a really cool adult--no wonder she would always hang out with us kids; she&#039;s as cool as us! I figured she&#039;d make an amazing mom.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then my memory struck again--I felt it all over my body in a moment of sadness as I remembered: her and Uncle Roland couldn&#039;t have cubs of their own. If they DID ever have kids, they would get in the way of all the cool stuff we older kids had been getting to do with her; she&#039;d just be too busy with her own cubs. Even when dealing with Missy and Buddy on occasion, she would be too occupied with the little ones; they need so much attention. What about us older kids?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I thought about my own Mom; she was a cool adult and never too busy to spend time with us kids, but then I remembered that Izzy and I were once little kids, at the same time. I couldn&#039;t imagine how we could have sucked away her time. Thinking about my Mom and Aunt Sherry, now that I was all hot over her, was weird, so I forced my mind to shift gears just as Sherry&#039;s car did under us, bringing our speed down as we headed for an off ramp. I looked at Sherry again, smiling. Maybe Aunt Sherry was just good being a sexy girl.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Air rush dampening, Sherry&#039;s hair began to settle, though it was more frizzed out. She was still very pretty though. I kept looking at her, but felt afraid she&#039;d catch me staring. I felt aching in my crotch and all the questions flooded my mind again: Did it happen? Would it happen again? How could I bring it up so maybe I&#039;d get some more from her? I really wanted more. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. I felt it in my bones and under my skin. I found the shape of her tits in my view, the shirt gliding over the side. God, she was so sexy.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We approached the first stop light after exiting the A1 and I made a decision: I would say something. Once we stopped, I would say something to her. Maybe she&#039;d get it, maybe not. I would say something. Behind this bold voice in my head was another, sneaky one. It reminded me that, despite how real last night felt, Aunt Sherry hadn&#039;t given me an INKLING of indication that she was even interested. Nothing, that was, except for managing to get me alone for a bit, and back to HER house. She applied the brakes. I was nervous beyond nervous. I wanted to impress her. How do you impress? Make laugh? We stopped, her brakes slightly whining.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Uh... 7th grade.&quot; I said, staring forward. I could feel Sherry turning to me.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;What?&quot; she said, on the verge of a chuckle.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;You wanted to know. I&#039;m in 7th grade.&quot; I said, still not looking at her. She chuckled.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Cute.&quot; she said, just as the light turned and we took off. I felt like a million bucks. We turned. &quot;7th grade, huh? What grade would that be here?&quot; I shrugged.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;You mean you have different school grades in Australia?&quot; I asked.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Yep! 7th grade... now, that&#039;s the 7th year after you were in Pre-K, right?&quot; she asked.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;You&#039;re 12 now, so... yeah, it&#039;s still Year 7 here.&quot; Sherry finished talking with a big smile on her face. &quot;Year 7 is tough, I remember very well.&quot; she continued.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Yeah. Girls your age can be horrible, well, to other girls. Your sister ever have any problems with other girls in school?&quot;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Nah; we got lotsa the same friends, and one of our friends protects us! She can...&quot; I stopped talking. Sherry looked at me briefly.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;She can what?&quot; Sherry asked. I wasn&#039;t about to talk about Becky and her powers, so I thought real quick.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;She&#039;s real good at settling problems and arguments and things.&quot; I felt my little tidbit of info was severely underwhelming. I felt dumb again. Thank, Becky. We turned again. I looked at my aunt. Shades still on, hair blowing slightly, she was captivating.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally, we arrived at Uncle Roland and Aunt Sherry&#039;s place. We were just here the other day and it looked the same. Walking in, I could tell the place was empty; there&#039;s just that sound of an empty house that Sherry&#039;s place certainly had. More echoey or something. My boner acted up again; it was just us two. Absolutely no one else was there.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Thirsty?&quot; Sherry asked, removing her sunglasses and revealing those eyes again; I blushed--they certainly went with her tits. I nodded. Sherry smiled at me and led me to the kitchen. &quot;Okay,&quot; she said, opening the refrigerator, &quot;we have water, tea, or delicious passion fruit juice!&quot; I laughed.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Trying to sell me on the passion fruit juice again?&quot; I said, recalling when we were last there, I refused to drink the juice as it was &#039;weird&#039; to me, but right before we left for Grampa&#039;s, Izzy had me try a sip; it was amazing! I wanted more, but both Sherry and Izzy poked at me and my pickiness, saying I should have had some the night before.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Hmm... maybe.&quot; Sherry said.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;I&#039;ll totally have a drink of that yummy stuff then.&quot; I chuckled. Sherry laughed and poured us each a glass. Standing there in the kitchen, we drank silently.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Ready to work?&quot; Sherry said. I flinched at the word. I nearly forgot the reason we were here.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;What&#039;re we doin&#039; again?&quot; I asked.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Well,&quot; Sherry stared, putting her hair up in a ponytail, &quot;we gotta get the grill and some charcoal Roland&#039;s got and other things like chairs and such.&quot; I took my last sip of the awesome juice.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Can all that fit in the car? I mean, it&#039;s a convertible.&quot; I said.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Eh, we&#039;ll make it work.&quot; She said, finishing her drink. &quot;C&#039;mon, it&#039;s all out in the garage.&quot;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I followed Aunt Sherry to the garage, where the stuff was kept in a corner near some tiki lamps and lawn chairs.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Need any of these?&quot; I said, pointing them out.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Nah, Dad&#039;s got some of those already. Let&#039;s just get the grill and the charcoal.&quot; She said. We gathered stuff, me grabbing the grill, her the charcoal, and loaded them into the car before Sherry thought maybe we should grab the chairs and tiki lamps, in case she&#039;d remembered wrong. Wouldn&#039;t matter; there was plenty room in the car.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The only thing I felt mattered was the heat. It was still midday and working just about any amount of time in that heat was sure to make anyone sweat and long for water, ice, aircon on full blast. Each time we passed Sherry&#039;s pool, I just wanted to jump in. I&#039;d even jump into the jacuzzi, unless it was on full heat, of course.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All done, we met up in the kitchen, sweating and glad to be indoors. Sherry offered another drink. I took two glasses of what ended up being the last of the passion fruit juice. Sherry downed her second glass of tea and looked at me that way Mom did whenever she was about to deal some parental advice.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Tay, you should really drink some water now. Sure, that juice is yummy, but you need proper hydration; this heat is nothing to sneeze at.&quot; Sherry said, washing my glass out and pouring water.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Sure.&quot; I said, wincing at the bland taste of the stuff. Sherry sighed heavily and stretched.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Boy, we&#039;re super sweaty, huh?&quot; She chuckled. I laughed and nodded in agreement. &quot;I totally need a shower. Can&#039;t go back to Dad&#039;s being all salty and stinky.&quot; She drank one last half glass of tea and all I could do was shake some, thinking of the possibility of sneaking a peek at naked Aunt Sherry showering! Finishing and washing the glasses, Sherry turned to me. &quot;Okay, let&#039;s go!&quot;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Go?&quot; I asked. &quot;Go where?&quot; Sherry smiled at me.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Well, you gotta shower, too, y&#039;know.&quot; Sherry said, walking by and ruffling my hair. I smiled and felt giddy. &quot;You can use the guest shower upstairs. C&#039;mon, I&#039;ll get you some towels.&quot; Sherry led me across the living room to the master bedroom.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Wouldn&#039;t the guest bath have towels?&quot; I asked.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Not since you guys stayed the night; I haven&#039;t laundered and replaced them yet.&quot; Sherry answered. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We walked into the master bath, which was a very wide and carpeted space. In the corner was the tub, larger than our tubs back home and with ledges built into the walls. The showerhead was a fancy detachable one like Mum and Dad had in theirs, though. The back wall of the shower was one of those glassy foggy ones, bluish green tones spilling through, indicating the trees on the other side. Sherry opened the large closet where rows of colorful towels laid folded in columns. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I was barely paying much, if any, attention to the bathroom as Sherry&#039;s tight ass was right in front of me, bent over, her tail swishing side to side. I wanted to reach out and squeeze, oh, I wanted to squeeze so hard. Sherry groaned, standing up straight, paws on hips, frustrated. She looked around the bathroom, turning to me.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Well... it looks like we&#039;ll have ta...&quot; Sherry started, finally walking over to the bathroom door, closing and locking it. I watched like it was on TV or something; no way did something like that just happen. My heart skipped, I think. Sherry turned to me, smiling, but this smile was different; it felt devious, like a kid about to try something crazy. &quot;Let&#039;s take a shower together. What do ya say?&quot; Instaboner, bonerizing any boner amount that I may have ever bonered before. My legs felt weak; I nearly fell down, or fell over, or maybe even passed out. What was happening?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;W-what?&quot; I said, surprisingly calm.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Wanna shower with me, Tay?&quot; She said, blushing probably half as hard as I was. I was shaking.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Um... well... is... is that okay?&quot; I asked. WHY QUESTION THIS, MORON?! Sherry turned to the bath, starting the faucet. OF COURSE I stared at her ass. My mind raced, faster than the car, faster than the M1, or the A1. A thousand miles an hour. Or was it kilometers?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;I don&#039;t care, do you?&quot; Aunt Sherry said, looking back at me. I shook my head, nervous. Holy fuck. Sherry tested the water with her paw a few times, and a few adjustments later, she stood, swatted her paw dry and approached me, smiling. She reached out to me, eyes staring right into mine, &quot;Besides...&quot; she said, grabbing my paws, getting closer, &quot;...last night...&quot; she placed my paws on her waist, looking down at me, smiling big and sweet, &quot;...was hot.&quot;</span>",
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