1 comments/ 38983 views/ 5 favorites A Tease Too Far? By: English Gentleman They had it all going for them. Firstly they had the looks. Lyndsey was blonde, with beautiful curly hair which fell down to her pert, voluptuous breasts. Her rear more than matched her delightful chest and gave her figure a sexy, feminine look. Vicky, with straight blonde hair, was more slight than her friend, but with a figure to die for and a model's face she more than matched Lyndsey for attractiveness. Secondly they had the dream jobs. Both girls worked in the fashion industry, jobs which afforded them the latest designer clothes, the city apartment and, most importantly, invites to all the best parties the city had to offer. Finally they had their little 'trick' to ensure that they always went home with the high class men they deserved. Whilst both girls were truly heterosexual, neither having had any desire to experiment with same sex relations, they were not afraid of cashing in on the 'lipstick lesbian' craze that was sweeping through the media. Both girls knew how a man's mind worked, and that even a hint of 'girl on girl action' would gain them plenty of male attention. The party began like any other. A few glasses of wine to relax and seats in the centre of the bar; partly to be noticed but mainly to keep a good lookout for their target for the evening. It didn't take them long before they spotted him. In a designer suit with an expensive watch he obviously had money. On top of that were the looks of a film star. With a wink to each other the two girls walked to the dance floor hand in hand. The music was sexy and in no time they were dancing closely together, their hands running over each others body, their lips inches apart as they laughed and giggled together. By now every male pair of eyes in the room was on them, including their wealthy target. With a glance to check he was watching, they pulled each other close and embraced, their lipstick clad lips pushed together, tongues probing each others mouths, hands caressing bodies. When they were sure they'd aroused his attention sufficiently they parted and glanced at his table to find it empty. Disheartened, they returned to their table to find him already there, holding a bottle of finest champagne and three glasses. 'I hope that show wasn't all for me ladies?' he asked, with a smile that told them he knew exactly what they were trying to do. Both girls were impressed by his confidence and spent the rest of the evening using their best flirting techniques in competition to see who would take home their 'prize'. As the evening drew to a close he suggested that, since both girls had impressed him so much, they should both come back to his apartment. They left the bar and climbed into the waiting cab, which took them to the classiest area of town. Still flirting and getting very friendly, the three of them entered his apartment. After fixing drinks for everyone he sat down and took in the sight of these two beautiful girls giggling, partly from the alcohol and partly in wonder of what was to happen next. 'So, do I get my own private show now that I've got you alone?' he enquired. The girls looked at each other. 'Why not?' they thought as they turned face to face and, without breaking eye contact, ran their hands over each others body. Vicky's hand moved to Lyndsey's breasts, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her full bosom encased in a delightful black lace bra. At the same time Lyndsey had found the zip at the back of Vicky's dress, and was slowly zipping it down, before slipping the dress of her friend's shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Soon Lyndsey's skirt had joined the dress on the floor and both girls stood before him wearing only their finest lace underwear and their stiletto heels. He was impressed. In fact both girls could see how impressed by the clearly visible bulge forming between his legs. The sight of his obvious pleasure served to encourage the girls as they returned their attentions to each other. This was further than either girl had gone before, but the wine and the atmosphere pushed them onwards. Now their caresses were more sexual and needy, and they pulled each other closer for a passionate kiss. 'Very nice ladies,' he exclaimed, smiling. 'Very nice indeed. But I believe you have teased me enough. Perhaps it's time I returned the favour?' 'But who do I choose?' he thought out loud. Both girls pouted playfully at him as he made his mind up. 'Lyndsey, would you be so kind as to make yourself comfortable over there,' he said, gesturing at the large four-poster bed. 'And Vicky, you can be my beautiful assistant,' he whispered seductively, reaching behind himself for four silk ties from his top drawer. Vicky smiled, sensing immediately what he had in mind. It took Lyndsey a little longer, but she too smiled as she saw the two of them advancing towards her with two ties apiece. Taking a wrist each, the two of them held Lyndsey's arms apart and secured them to the two top corners of the bed. Lyndsey squirmed playfully, testing the strength of the bindings, which held firm. She squirmed even more as they ran their hands down her outstretched body till they reached her ankles, which were pulled apart and bound to the bottom posts of the bed. The two of them met at the bottom of the bed and admired their handiwork. Lyndsey lay spread-eagled on the bed, securely bound and feeling ever so slightly exposed and at their mercy. 'So Vicky, how would you like to play with your friend now?' he asked. 'I'd rather play with you,' she replied, seeing her advantage over her friend as she stepped up to embrace him. He returned her kiss passionately, twisting Vicky around and pushing her against the bed post. 'Hey, what about me?' asked Lyndsey, feeling a little left out. 'Oh, don't worry,' he replied. 'I haven't forgotten about you.' With that, he lifted Vicky's arms above her head with one hand and with the other produced a further silk tie, with which he proceeded to bind her wrists high up to the bed post. Without pause, he dropped to his knees and bound Vicky's ankles together, securing her legs to the bed post with another tie. Vicky protested at this treatment, and his reply was to place a knotted tie in her mouth which, once tightened behind her head, prevented her displeasure from being heard. Once he was sure that Vicky could neither move nor make a sound, he returned to the bed. 'I'm glad you've finally seen sense and chosen me,' Lyndsey said, smiling. 'On the contrary,' he replied. 'I've grown tired of your silly games and believe it's time to teach you both a lesson.' Just as Lyndsey realised her predicament and made to protest, he bound her mouth to match Vicky's. From his desk drawer he produced a large knife. The two girls looked at each other with fear in their eyes as they fought to escape. However, his intentions were not to hurt them. Instead he used the knife to cut the elastic holding together Lyndsey's lace knickers. Forcibly he removed her torn underwear and the bra with it, and within seconds had done the same to Vicky, leaving both girls completely naked save only for their high heeled shoes. By now, both girls were pulling franticly at their restraints, fearing what he had planned for them and feeling very exposed and vulnerable. He stood facing Vicky and then carefully removed her wrists and ankles from the bed post, whilst still leaving them bound. He picked her up forcibly, carrying her to the end of the bed between Lyndsey's legs before holding her upright and attaching her hands to a hook concealed high above her head. Then he unfastened Vicky's ankles. He easily dodged her wild kicks as he took one ankle and attached it to the same bed post that Lyndsey's wrist was tied to. He repeated this with her other leg, then stepped back to look at the girls, examining their behaviour to see if they had any idea what he had in store for them. Neither seemed to have any clue until he released Vicky's hands and proceeded to pull her down the bed over her friend's prone body. With Vicky's hands tied to the opposite bed posts in a spread-eagled manner the two girls were in a perfect '69' position. Vicky's crotch was positioned over Lyndsey's face, and her head was forced between her friend's legs. Both girls now felt distinctly uncomfortable. They were both looking directly at each other's most private area, and each girl could see a glistening of moisture between spread pussy lips from the evening's exploits. They tried to move away from one another, however, he didn't help matters as he placed further bindings around the top of each girl's thighs, which were fastened to the relevant arm of the other girl. Now the girl's bodies were forced closer and both could detect the aroma of arousal. He stepped back to admire the sight of these two girls bounds securely and struggling in their restraints. Each girl could feel her partner's warm breath on her own pussy. Occasional drops of saliva would escape from Vicky's gagged mouth, running down her chin before dripping between Lyndsey's exposed pussy lips, adding to the moisture already there. Eventually the girls grew tired of their frantic struggling and remained still, muscles still taut to avoid too much contact with one another. It was now that he decided to turn up the heat. Returned to his desk he produced a large vibrator, shaped so as to remain inside a pussy without the need for support. Standing behind Vicky he switched the toy on and a quiet buzzing filled the room. Both girls jumped at a sound they, of course, recognised. He ran the vibrator down Vicky's arched back, between her buttocks and up and down each thigh. Teasingly he placed the toy just inside her exposed pussy. She moaned through gagged lips as he slid the vibrator fully inside her moist cunt. She bucked wildly in her restraints as her pussy lips were stretched uncomfortably by the widest section of the toy before relaxing noticeably as her cunt closed over the tapered end, holding it firmly in place. However, her relaxation was short lived as he increased the speed of the vibrations until they were coursing through her body. 'Now ladies,' he whispered over the muffled vibrations. 'I'm going to remove your gags. If you're good girls and don't cry out I may release you from this little predicament....sometime. If you scream then, well, I'll have to think of a different and more degrading way of enjoying you, and don't worry, I have an excellent imagination! Oh, and as an afterthought, these wall are very well insulated (I don't want the sounds of the city keeping me awake at night now do I?), so no one will hear you anyway! Do you understand?' he asked. Both girls nodded and he proceeded to remove their gags. Once done, he sat back to enjoy the show. For a while the room was quiet. Vicky's mind, however, was fighting an internal struggle. The vibrations in her pussy were arousing her considerably and she struggled in her bonds to try and bring about the orgasm that would release her from this teasing. However, without stimulation on her clitoris she could not make herself cum. By now her breath was coming out in ragged gasps and her legs shook with the build up of desire she could find no release for. 'I'm sorry babe,' she managed between gasps as she felt the moisture drip from her pussy and onto her friend's face. 'I can't take it any more, I need to cum.' 'Vicky, please stop,' sobbed Lyndsey as her friends pussy juice ran over her lips and cheeks. 'I don't want to do this,' she cried, tasting her friend's arousal on her lips. 'I....can't....help....it!' cried Vicky as the feeling inside became unbearable and she forced her pussy onto her friend's face. Lyndsey's protests were muffled as Vicky, overcome with desire, pushed herself onto Lyndsey's face, rubbing her cum soaked pussy over Lyndsey's lips, nose and even her chin. 'Oh God, I'm cuming!' cried Vicky, thrashing wildly as she buried her own head between Lyndsey's legs. A change had come over Lyndsey, a sort of primeval urge brought on by the sight and feel of her friend's orgasm and the submissiveness of her restrained position, so that she welcomed the attention she was receiving. Vicky, shaking from her earth-shattering orgasm and sobbing uncontrollably kissed and licked between Lyndsey's legs, all the time whispering, 'I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry.' 'Don't stop now!' was Lyndsey's reply as the orgasm built inside her. Vicky redoubled her efforts, the continuous vibrations in her pussy bringing on another orgasm. Lyndsey twisted and pulled at her bindings, trying the force her pussy up closer to Vicky as she had a huge climax. Just as had begun to calm down Vicky was thrusting her crotch in her face, in the throes of her second orgasm. And so a vicious circle was created, with each girl forcing the other to cum. Both of them thrashed about wildly, not caring any more, just overcome by desire, each girl covered in cum, saliva and sweat. They lost count of the number of orgasms they had and also how long they remained in this state. Eventually both girls collapsed with exhaustion, their heads between each other's legs in a semi conscious state. Seeing that the show was over, he rose from his seat and approached the girls. He ran his hand over their prone bodies and brushed back their hair, which was sticky with cum. Then he gently untied Vicky's arms and, whispering goodnight to them both, left the room. Once she had recovered her strength, Vicky realised her arms were free and proceeded to tenderly untie her friend. She prised her sweat soaked body from Lyndsey's and gentle removed the vibrator before completing the untying. Neither girl spoke. In fact, they tried not to catch each other's eye as the realisation of what they had done hit them. Both girls cleaned themselves up separately, each spending a long time in the shower as they tried to come to terms with what had happened. Yet neither girl could deny the tingling sensation they felt as they ran their soapy hands down their bodies. Had it taught them a lesson? Would they continue to tease men the way they had before? Who knows, but it was certainly a night neither girl would forget. A Tease Too Far Chapter 1 It was the wee early hours of Friday morning -- 12:20 AM to be precise -- when I finally threw in the towel and slipped from the bed, grudgingly accepting that sleep was not going to come easily. It usually didn't when my husband was out of town, as he currently was and would be for another week. Oh, well. I had a good book in the family room. Better to read a few chapters then spend the next several hours tossing and turning. I went to the closet, grabbed my old terry cloth robe, slipped it over my teddy and made my way out of the room. Moving furtively so as not to wake Nathan -- my nephew -- I crept down the hall, descended the stairs and made my way through the kitchen towards the family room. The first thing I noticed was a light coming from the family room door. "That darn kid," I muttered under my breath, thinking he'd gone to bed without turning off the lights again. It wasn't until I rounded the corner of the family room that I realized he was still awake. Then, even as I was opening my mouth to speak, my eyes glanced over to the television and caught sight of a well endowed young woman down on all fours -- doggy style -- with a large cock stuffed up her pussy. I gasped slightly, not out of shock or disgust, mind you, but out of surprise. After all, my nephew watching porn in the family room wasn't exactly what I'd expected to see. I must have stood there several seconds before I realized that he hadn't yet seen me and, with a little luck, I could sneak out of the room without him even knowing I was there. So, with as much care as I could manage, I turned and eased from the room, making my way carefully back through the kitchen. It wasn't until I reached the stairs that I stopped short and asked myself that one little question that would change my life . . . 'You're not really going to let him off the hook just because he's your sister's son, are you?' Okay, before I go any further, a bit of background seems to be in order. My name is Brandi Waters, I'm 35 years old and people tell him I'm quite attractive. I've always taken real good care of myself, doing my best to maintain a body that's been turning male heads -- and a few female ones -- since well before I graduated from high school Understand, it's not that I'm conceited or stuck on myself or anything like that. The simple truth is I'm hot, I know it and I love flaunting my assets whenever the opportunity presents itself. As a matter of fact, it was the flaunting and teasing that helped me land my husband. Ted -- he's my husband -- is ten years senior to me and very high up the ladder of a large multi-national corporation. The bad part of his job is that he travels a lot, often on extended trips, like the four week trip to England he's currently on. The good part is we get to attend a large number of social events and parties, as well as do a considerable amount of entertaining on our own. And let me tell you, in my book partying ranks right up there with flirting and teasing, and you already know where I stand on that. Now you might think this a bit strange, but Ted was never bothered by my flirtatious nature. In point of fact, he encouraged it, knowing full well how beneficial the perfect mate could be to a man's career. And if I do say so myself, I have no doubt that Ted owes at least a portion of his success to my innate ability to know just which buttons to push, and which people to push them on, if you catch my drift. All in all, things were just about perfect . . . until Nathan came along. Okay, maybe that sounds mean. I mean, was it his fault his parents got killed by a drunk driver? And was it his fault that his Uncle Ted and Aunt Brandi were his only living relatives? Still, there's nothing like a 13 year-old suddenly showing up on your doorstep to put a real damper on things. But that was over 5 years ago and if truth be told, I recovered quickly enough, finding out that it really was possible to raise a kid and leave the party light on. Even so, Nathan and I were never really all that close, we just kind of tolerated each other, coexisting when we both knew we'd be happier if the other wasn't around. And that brings me back to the present, and an opportunity to really get under Nathan's skin. * * * So there I was, standing at the base of the stairs, wondering just how inappropriate it would be to actually go back to the family room and lay a bad case of embarrassment on my nephew. I almost talked myself out of it. I mean after all, he wasn't doing anything really evil, just watching a bit of porn. But then the devil in me took over and I realized that it simply wasn't in my nature to let him off the hook without inflicting at least a little pain. Call it tough love, call it a life lesson, or just call it mean, I don't care. All I knew was it damn sure beat the hell out of tossing and turning in bed! I made my way back through the kitchen, pausing at the entrance to the family room. I peeked around the corner to make sure he wasn't jerking off or anything -- I'm not completely heartless, you know. Finally, satisfied that everything was appropriately under wraps, I took a deep breath and entered the room. "My, my, my. What have we here?" I teased as I entered the room, chuckling to myself as the boy scrambled desperately for the remote control. As you might imagine, in spite of all his scurrying and rushing, it still took nearly ten seconds to stop the DVD and switch to a regular channel. "Aunt Brandi?" he gasped, his whole body tensing up as his face turned several shades of red. "I thought you were in bed? I didn't hear you come down." "That's quite obvious," I replied, trying to keep my voice on the lighter side. After all, I didn't want to torture the poor boy, just have a bit of fun with him. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. I could see his chest expanding as he drew in a deep, calming breath. "Sorry," he finally managed in a quiet, but no longer completely shocked voice. "I guess I shouldn't have this stuff in here, huh?" "Probably not," I replied, chuckling softly as I shook my head from side to side. Since I'd been hoping for a bit more shock and embarrassment than my young nephew seemed to be showing, I decided against letting him off the hook like I'd originally planned, and instead quickly improvised a new attack. I made my way to the back of the sofa, lowered my hands to Nathan's shoulders and began squeezing them gently. "You know," I said in a soft, purposefully throaty voice as I worked his suddenly tense shoulders. "It's not really anything to be ashamed of. All guys watch it, it's not a crime." I hesitated a moment, then lowered my head towards his. "Even I like to watch it," I whispered, making sure to blow just a hint of breath into his ear. "Jesus, Aunt Brandi," he gasped, instantly jumping to his feet and turning towards me. And just like that, all the nervousness he seemed to have under control a moment earlier returned. And a smug, satisfied little smile slid across my lips. "What can I say, it's true," I said, shrugging my shoulders. Then I eased around to the front of the sofa, lowered myself to the cushions and patted the seat beside me. "Come, we'll watch it together." "What?" he said, looking a bit incredulous as he lost what little was left of his composure. He was so shaken, in fact, that I could actually feel the horror coursing through his veins as he realized that, if he couldn't come up with something quick, he might actually end up watching porn with his mean old aunt. "Why not," I replied without further hesitation, knowing I couldn't tarry if I wanted to set the hook before he bolted from the room. "You're still up and I can't sleep. And besides, I feel guilty about interrupting you." And with that I reached for his hand and pulled him down to the sofa beside me. Then, when he tried to slip towards the far end of the sofa, I scooched over next to him so the side of my left thigh was immediately next to, but not quite touching, his right one. And then I turned sideways, leaned across his lap and retrieved the remote control from the end table, making sure to 'inadvertently' press my left breast against his right arm in the process. And when I felt a shiver shoot through his body, even as a lump was magically forming in his pants, I knew I had him. I kept my face neutral, not letting on that I was even remotely aware that any inappropriate contact may have happened. I was also very careful to not let my gaze fall to his rising bulge. "So, what's happening?" "What?" he said, squirming slightly as he tried unsuccessfully to disguise his somewhat aroused state. I laughed lightly. "The movie. What's happening in the movie?" I tell you, you should have seen his face as it burst out in the brightest shade of red I think I've ever seen. He squirmed some more, trying without success to gain a bit of separation from me. When he finally managed to open his mouth, all he could do was stammer a few unintelligible sounds. "Okay," I said, dropping my hand to his thigh and shaking my head in an amused sort of way. "Tell me this, does it have a plot or is it just a fuck-fest?" Just a second ago I would have bet money that the young man couldn't possibly become any more embarrassed and befuddled than he already was. That's a bet I would have lost, as no sooner had my hand settled onto his thigh and the phrase 'fuck-fest' left my mouth than his entire body went rigid -- all, that is, except his eyes, which dropped immediately to my hand. He held his eyes there a bit longer than appropriate, then lifted them towards mine and swallowed the lump that had developed in his throat. "It's a fuck-fest, I guess," he squeaked out in a barely controllable voice. I nodded my head matter-of-factly. "Fine. We'll just start it from right here, then." Then I gave his thigh a light squeeze. "No sense in you having to watch it all over again, is there?" He didn't answer, and I chuckled lightly as I turned towards the TV and turned on the movie. The girl I'd seen earlier reappeared instantly. She was still down on all fours and still had a cock buried in her pussy, only now she also had her face buried in another woman's cunt. I allowed the scene to play for several seconds, pausing it suddenly when a closeup of the cock sliding into her pussy appeared. Then I shifted my gaze back to Nathan. "Just so you know," I started. "Next time, I'd really prefer to see something with a bit of a plot. Okay?" I could almost hear his silent scream when the words 'next time' slipped from my lips, and I could all but feel the churning that had to be going on in the pit of his stomach. Still, he actually managed to nod his head slightly and croak out a weak 'okay,' which, I have to admit, was more than I'd expected. I turned back to the movie and pressed play, watching as the still image sprang back to life. I allowed things to progress in silence for a couple of minutes, aware that a gradual lessening of my nephew's tension was taking place. I didn't make my next move until the scene shifted its focus to the woman and the pussy she was eating. I shifted myself in the seat in such a way that my robe parted just above the knees. Then I crossed my right leg over the left, allowing the opening to spread to more than halfway up my thigh. And then I turned towards Nathan, finding his eyes glued right where I knew they'd be, on my now mostly bare thighs. "So, do you like the girl on girl stuff?" I asked over the moaning and grunting of the movie, almost as if it were the most natural thing in the world for an aunt to ask her not quite 19 year-old nephew. "What?" he gasped, jerking his head back upright. I reached for the remote and paused the movie. "I asked if you like the girl on girl action. Most guys do, you know." "I . . . er, I mean . . ." I could see him struggling to deal with the question, trying desperately not to allow his eyes to be distracted by my thighs. And for the most part he succeeded, allowing them only a couple of brief, wayward dips before he finally stammered his lame answer. "I guess so," he said in barely more than a whisper. "Hadn't really thought about it." I couldn't help but laugh. "Hadn't really thought about it?" I challenged. Then I leaned closer, again pressing my left breast against his right arm as I lifted my lips closer to his face. "You're sitting here watching a gorgeous young woman eating another woman's pussy, and you tell me you haven't really thought about it? Please, do I look like I was born yesterday?" I held my position for another couple of seconds, seconds that saw him trying unsuccessfully to come up with a response, before I finally took pity on him and withdrew my breast and face. Then I turned back to the TV and resumed the movie. The scene played itself out over the next several minutes, culminating in a triple orgasm with the guy spewing his seed over both of the girls faces as they fingered themselves beneath him. And you just know I couldn't possibly let that scene go with pausing the movie just as a close up of two cum covered female faces took over center screen. "Is that how you like it, Nathan?" I asked in my throatiest voice. "Do you like cuming all over a girls face or do you prefer dumping your seed inside her?" A white, ghostly sheen spread quickly over my nephew's face as I awaited his answer. "Please, Aunt Brandi," he finally managed to croak. I sighed softly. Okay, maybe that one was a bit much. But really, you should have seen his face! "Sorry, Nathan," I said softly. But before I moved back to my original position, I couldn't resist giving his thigh one more squeeze. Then I restarted the movie. The next scene was pretty straight up man/woman stuff. Nothing really special, just two beautiful people going at each other in just about every way you could imagine. But as the scene played out, the only moves I made on Nathan were an occasional squeezing or light rubbing of his thigh. The final scene was a bit different, not your typical boy/girl or girl/girl stuff. It took place in a dark basement made up to look like a dungeon in an old castle. The set included multiple pieces of what I'll call medieval torture equipment, including everything from whips and floggers and canes to stockades and neck, wrist and ankle braces. The players consisted of two young bimbos with big boobs and shaved pussy's, and one big, ornery looking guy in black tights and a mask. Now I've got to be honest, the scenery was rather uninspired, the acting -- what little there was --was seriously lacking, and the sex was nothing more than you'd expect from a scene like that. Still, there was something about the way the man dominated the women and the way they willingly surrendered to his every whim that managed to capture my attention, and it wasn't long before I was paying more attention to the movie than I was to Nathan. I watched the scene work its way through the various torture sequences, covering everything from floggings and canings to spankings. And while there were several scenes that captured my attention, the one that truly snared me was the one where the two bimbos were side by side in the stockade with gag balls filling their mouths. Despite my best intentions, I found myself getting caught up in that final sequence. I watched the henchman as he ran his grubby paws over the blondes, and as he squeezed their fanny's and breasts, and then pinched their nipples. I continued watching as he fingered their pussy's and assholes, and as he unleashed his flogger on their behinds. And finally, I watched as he slammed his monster cock into their dripping cunts over and over and over. In truth, as I watched that scene unfold, I really did lose track of not only where I was, but who I was with. I was completely unaware that the hand I had left resting gently on Nathan's thigh was now squeezing it firmly, even as the rest of me was squirming uncomfortably on the seat, my hips rolling forward and backwards in a slow, yet somehow anxious rhythm. And even though my mind was now completely oblivious to everything except what was playing out in the movie before me, my pussy was very much aware that a hand had slipped stealthily onto my thigh and was inching its way ever so slowly nearer and nearer to my womanhood. The gasps and groans coming from the man on the screen began getting louder, and the thrusts of his cock into the women's pussy's began growing more animalistic. My hips were rocking quicker, more desperate, even as my pussy was rubbing against the hand that was now positioned immediately against my damp panties. It wasn't long before I was rocking myself violently back and forth, screaming out as my pussy exploded in orgasm, even as the henchman was exploding all over the blondes backsides. The scene faded to black, followed an instant later by the credits beginning to roll across the screen. I closed my eyes and pulled myself back to the present. Then I took a series of long, slow breaths to calm myself. It was then that the cold hard reality of where I was and who I was with came back to me, and it was then that I realized that the warmth I felt on my left thigh pressing against my womanhood was my nephew's hand. I fought the urge to open my eyes and jerk his hand away. After all, now was the time for damage control, not some wishy-washy female knee-jerk reaction. And damage control, it just so happens, is something I am very, very good at. I allowed a calmness to return to my face, then I eased my eyes open and slowly turned towards Nathan. "So, I guess I found out what you like," I said, a smile easing across my lips as I lowered my eyes to my thighs. I must admit that, while I covered my surprise well, I nearly lost it when I realized that virtually all of my thighs were exposed and Nathan's baby finger was literally resting within my panti-clad pussy lips, and a rather large damp spot was surrounding the entire area. With a calmness that betrayed the true state of my frazzled nerves, I reached for his hand and lifted it from my thigh. Then I rose to my feet and sauntered out of the room, making sure to give my hips a little extra swing for the eyes I knew were watching. I made my way directly to my room and closed the door behind me. My robe was in a heap on the floor before I was halfway to the bed, with my teddy joining it a second later. Finally, I kicked off my panties and fell onto the bed, spreading myself open on top of the covers as I shoved my fingers deep into my pussy. And as I'm sure you've already figured, I came fast and I came hard, and I passed out shortly thereafter. * * * It was already daylight when dreamland grudgingly began giving way to reality. I breathed in deeply, not trying to rush the waking process so much as trying to embrace the last few seconds of sleep. A slight chill was in the air, and a series of goosebumps began spreading across my body. I rolled onto my back, opened my eyes and looked down across the totally naked body spread out on top of the comforter. A soft chuckle left my throat as I dropped my head to the pillow and covered my face with my arms. "Oh shit!" I whispered as thoughts of the previous evening's events came back into focus. "I hope I didn't traumatize the poor kid too much." But in truth, it wasn't thoughts of a poor, traumatized young man that were occupying my mind right then, it was thoughts of the tease I'd tried to play on my sister's son, and how Nathan had not only overcome the humiliation and embarrassment I'd originally inflicted on him, but even managed to throw it back in my face, leaving me squirming beneath his touch like a lust-crazed schoolgirl. And without even realizing I'd moved, I found my fingers slipping into my pussy and my pelvis beginning to rock against them. A Tease Too Far * * * Hey, guys, Nathan here. Listen, I know this is Aunt Brandi's story, but there's a few things I'd like to comment on, and this seems to be as good a place as any to jump in. To start with, my aunt's right about our relationship -- we're not really enemies, but we certainly aren't the best of friends. When you think about it, that's actually pretty understandable. I mean, here were two people -- Uncle Ted and Aunt Brandi -- who'd made a conscious decision not to have children. They had a pretty good idea what they wanted out of life and had gone a long way towards achieving it. And then I came along. Face it, I just wasn't part of their master plan. Still, we're family. And when I really needed them, they came through for me, even if it might have been a little grudgingly. Okay, now you know where I stand on that issue. Now let's talk about last night. So there I was, minding my own business and watching a little porn when Aunt Brandi, my mom's younger sister, comes flying in. I gotta tell you, she startled the crap out of me. Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I thought I was doing anything wrong, it's just that porn's not really the type of thing you want your aunt to catch you watching, know what I mean? Anyway, she caught me, and then went about putting the screws to me. Now, I've seen Aunt Brandi in action enough times to know that she's definitely the playful type. Quite a little cock tease, actually, and certainly not the type who'd let a person off the hook without putting them through at least a little pain and humiliation. And I have to admit, she did a damn good job of making sure I didn't get off scot-free. Like when she massaged my shoulders and leaned down to whisper that even she liked to watch porn. She even blew in my ear! I gotta tell you, that really freaked me out. And then she sat down on the sofa and offered to watch it with me, even going so far as to pull me down beside her. And when I slid to the end of the sofa to create some space between us, she scrunched up next to me. I mean, this is my aunt, man. It was just plain weird! After that she started talking about the movie and expecting me to talk about it with her. I mean, really! I'm going to describe a girl getting fucked doggy style to my aunt? Or I'm going to tell her that, yeah, I actually do like watching girl on girl porn . . . a lot! Or tell her what a power trip it is to watch your sperm spew all over a woman's face and tits! I gotta admit, Aunt Brandi certainly knew which buttons to push. And push them she did, right up to the point where the BDSM scene came on. To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen a person go through such a complete transformation so quickly. I mean, one minute she was in control of everything, keeping me in a constantly shifting state somewhere between confused and just plain desperate, and the next minute it was like she was in a hypnotic state, powerless to do anything other than watch the drama play out on the little screen in front of her. I could tell she was getting into it. I mean it was pretty obvious, wasn't it? Her breathing was getting heavier, she was fidgeting more and more on the sofa. She was even actively playing with my thigh, squeezing it and rubbing her hand up and down its length, even brushing against my cock on a few occasions. But even though I knew she was totally zoned out, it still took several minutes for me to get up the nerve to get myself involved in her little game. After all, this wasn't just any old horny female, this was my mother's sister, for Christ sake. My first move came when I leaned into her, pressed my right arm ever so slightly against her breast, and then withdrew. It happened just after she brushed her hand against my cock for the third time, and while it may have been a trivial transgression on my part, it was a transgression that Aunt Brandi didn't seem to notice, and that gave me the courage to take the next step, which was to lay my right hand on her bare thigh. Now that transgression she noticed, acknowledging it with a sharp intake of breath, even as her own hand squeezed harder on my thigh. But to my amazement, she didn't rebuff the advance. She did, however, begin gyrating her hips forward hungrily as she slid her hand back against my rock hard cock. A moment later I matched her advance with one of my own, sliding my hand back against her exposed panties and rubbing my baby finger up and down between her panti-cover lips. I gotta tell you, the way her body responded to my touch sent shivers shooting through my body, easily stripping away any last vestiges of reluctance I may have had. And so, while keeping my right hand pressed firmly against her now wet panties, I reached across her body with my left hand with every intention of slipping it under her robe and onto her breast. It was at that precise moment that her body erupted in orgasm, no more than a handful of seconds before the movie came to an end. Quickly, I withdrew my advancing left hand, even as I allowed my right hand to hold its position against her pussy. Well, you know what happened next. Aunt Brandi awakened from her lust induced stupor, made a smart-ass comment to demonstrate how 'in control' she was, then removed my hand from her thigh and walked away. But even though my body was groaning in pain as she left me high and dry, my mind was churning through the events that transpired that evening. And when it finished digesting all the information it had observed, it came to the following conclusion -- If I could somehow find a way to get Aunt Brandi to watch porn with me one more time, there was a very real possibility I could push her over the edge again. And if I could do that . . . And with that thought firmly in mind, I rose to my feet slowly, then made my way to my room and one of the most intense masturbation sessions I've ever had. Anyway, that's all I have for the moment. Now I'll let you get back to Aunt Brandi. * * * Chapter 2 It was 7:45 AM when I finally managed to pull my hands away from my pussy and climb to my feet. Then, still in my birthday suit, I made my way to the bathroom to take care of my morning duties with thoughts of Nathan still very much on my mind. The first thing I had to deal with was the obvious one -- had I, as Nathan's aunt, let things go too far? The truthful answer to that question was yes, and I knew it. The problem was, I wasn't much in the mood for truth, and the reason why was really quite simple -- last night had been a major turn on, and be it right or wrong, I simply couldn't get it out of my head. Now, as I've already told you, I love to flirt and I love to tease. And if I do say so myself, I'm quite adept at both arts. But the thing is, in normal situations the game is played verbally or visually, using suggestive banter with sexual undertones, or by flashing a little bit of leg, freeing an extra button on your blouse, or adding an extra little wiggle to your walk. And while actual contact can certainly be part of the game, we're talking about a casual touch on the arm or back, or maybe a pat on the fanny or an 'accidental' bumping of a breast . We're certainly not talking about the side of your nephew's finger rubbing against your panties and slipping between your hungry, puffy lips and bringing you to orgasm! The simple truth was, when it came right down to it, I hadn't been prepared for what transpired last night. I hadn't been able to maintain control of either myself or my nephew. And while I knew deep down that the appropriate course of action was to walk away, to pretend last night never happened, to do everything in my power to avoid a repeat performance, I also knew that that wasn't the way it would play out. Simply put, last night I had a near sexual encounter with my sister's son. We flirted with and then crossed the line that separates acceptable from taboo. It had been one of the most unbelievable turn-ons I'd ever experienced, and someway, somehow, I was going to have a repeat performance. And before you start screaming about incest, understand this -- this time I'd be the one calling the shots, and this time I'd most definitely be ready. And other than some flirting, teasing and a little light petting, nothing -- and I do mean nothing -- was going to happen, . . . at least not until we were each back in the safe, private confines of our own bedrooms. I was still clad in naught but my birthday suit when I exited the bathroom and retrieved my panties, teddy and robe from the bedroom floor. I then went to the walk-in closet, where I tossed the panties in the general direction of the hamper and hung the robe and teddy on a hook on the back of the closet door. After that I moved to the back of the closet, slipped a short, silky white robe -- the one I reserved for only the most special occasions -- off its hanger and exited the closet. Knowing that Nathan only had one class on Fridays, and that not starting until 11:00 AM, I knew I had more that enough time to 'stoke the fire,' if you catch my drift. So, without feeling the need to rush, I tossed the robe onto the bed, turned to my dresser, opened the top drawer and pulled a small, snug fitting pair of lace trimmed white panties from the back corner. Then I closed the drawer, took a half step backwards and stepped into the panties. Positioning myself sideways in front of the mirror, I took a long look at my scantily covered derrière. I stuck my ass back slightly, then arched my back to accentuate my curves. Then I ran my hands slowly, almost longingly, over my hips and up my sides, before easing them onto my chest to caress my naked breasts. After retrieving the robe from the bed, I slipped it on, tied the sash around my waist and returned to the mirror, where I went through a series of maneuvers, twisting first to the left, then to the right, then stretching my hands above my head and rising onto my tiptoes before turning my back to the mirror and bending at the waist. And through all these maneuvers I kept my eyes glued to the mirror -- or more specifically to the reflection of my ass -- as I made sure that each move put the appropriate amount of skin and panties on display. Satisfied, I turned towards the mirror and leaned forward, noting how that pose put a very large part of my breasts on display to anyone who might happen to be looking in my direction. And as a wicked little smile crept across my face, I straightened myself up and gave my nipples a firm little pinch through the thin fabric of my robe. Then I turned for the door and headed downstairs. I paused when I reached the kitchen door, took a slow, deep breath and straightened out the front of my robe. Then I eased into the kitchen, making sure to give my hips just a little more wiggle than normal. As expected, I found Nathan sitting at the breakfast table, sipping his coffee while reading the sports page. He raised his eyes nonchalantly when I entered the room, then shook his head and did a double take when he saw what I was wearing. "Morning, Nathan," I smiled, sliding over to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup. "Sleep well last night?" "Morning, Aunt Brandi," he replied hesitantly, not quite certain what to make of my scanty, revealing attire. "I slept fine, thanks. And you?" I took my cup, moved over to the center island and set it down. Then I lowered my forearms to the island top and pressed them against the sides of my breasts as I leaned forward. Once I was certain that Nathan was aware of his unobstructed view of my cleavage -- a view he dare not take advantage of with me staring right at him -- I answered his question. "I slept marvelously. Better than I've slept in ages." I held my position for several moments, torturing the poor boy with the forbidden view, before finally turning my head away, ostensibly to check the time, but actually to give him an opportunity to sneak a quick peek down the front of my robe. "I'm going to get myself a bowl of fruit. Want some?" I asked, turning back towards him just as he was turning his head away. "What?" he replied automatically before managing to pull himself back together a bit. "Oh, no thanks," he replied, unable to keep his eyes from dropping ever so briefly back my cleavage. "I'll get myself a bagel on the way to class." "Suit yourself," I smiled as I pushed myself up from the island. I went to the cupboard, opened the door and raised my arms to grab a bowl. Even though I only had to reach to the second shelf, the slight increase in airflow I felt around my ass confirmed that the bottom of my panties were almost, but not quite in view, just the way I'd planned. I held this position several seconds longer than necessary, ostensibly fumbling to grab hold of a bowl, but actually making sure Nathan had an ample amount of 'peek time.' After placing the bowl on the counter, I turned to the refrigerator, which conveniently put my backside facing directly towards Nathan. I opened the door, then bent at the waist until my upper body was nearly parallel to the ground, giving him a wide open look at my panti-covered ass while I fumbled with the fruit bowl. Only after giving him sufficient time to get a good look at my assets did I straighten up, close the door and move back to the counter. I took my time dishing up the fruit, then returned the bowl to the refrigerator, repeating the show I'd given him just a few moments earlier. Then I grabbed a spoon and made my way to the table, choosing the chair beside Nathan instead of my normal chair. I then turned the chair at an angle so I'd be facing partially towards him while still allowing myself to use the table. Satisfied that everything was positioned just so, I lowered myself to the chair, making certain that my thighs were exposed almost to the edge of my panties. "So," I said, offering the sweetest, most caring smile I could muster, "do you have any more porn?" * * * It was shortly after 7:00 PM and I'd just finished putting the dinner dishes in the dishwasher. "So, what time is the show?" I asked Nathan, who was sitting at the kitchen table looking through one of his text books. "I need to look through this for a bit," he responded without lifting his head. "How about in an hour?" "Perfect," I replied with a smile. "That'll give me a chance to change into something more comfortable and relax a bit." And with that I turned and made my towards the kitchen door, stopping just before rounding the corner. "Would it bother you if I wore the white robe I wore this morning?" I asked with a smile as I turned back towards my nephew. "It's really the most comfortable thing I own, but if it'll make you uncomfortable . . ." And I let my voice drop. I could see Nathan take a deep swallow. "No,' he managed to utter, trying desperately to keep the smile from sliding across his lips. "Whatever you're most comfortable in is fine." "Great," I smiled. And with that, I turned and made my way out of the room, knowing full well that my nephew's eyes were glued to my blue jean covered ass, even as his mind was dreaming about once again seeing me in the skimpy little robe that only barely covers my assets. I went directly to my room, retrieved the robe from the closet and then grabbed another pair of lacy, tight fitting panties from the drawer. Once I was changed I made my way to the living room, where I sat quietly and thumbed through a magazine while Nathan finished his studies. It was barely past 7:30, a full half-hour sooner than he'd originally said, when he popped his head around the corner. "I'm almost ready, Aunt Brandi," he announced, his look confirming that he was very pleased with my choice of attire. "I just need to run upstairs for a minute." "Take your time," I replied nonchalantly. "I'll wait for you in the family room." And with that I rose to my feet and made my way to the family room, taking my seat in the middle of the sofa and adjusting my robe so that most, but not quite all, of my thighs were uncovered. It was barely three minutes later when Nathan stepped around the corner in a pair of cut off sweatpants and a plain white tee-shirt, a single DVD in hand. He made his way to the DVD player without speaking and slipped the disc in, then slid onto the sofa beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his presence, but not so close that he was actually touching me. "I couldn't find anything with much of a plot, Aunt Brandi, but this is sort of similar to scene you seemed to like last night," he smiled. "I see," I responded guardedly as Nathan picked up the remote and started the movie. And in spite of myself, a shiver of nervous anticipation shot down my spine as I thought back to the one theme from the previous night that I liked above the others. Then, remembering that that was the scene that almost got me in trouble, I made a mental note to not let things get out of hand again. 'Play all you want,' I told myself, 'but always, always under control.' And then, as another shiver shot down by back, I slid my hand onto Nathan's thigh and gave it the softest of squeezes. Game time! The first scene opened with a brunette in her mid-thirties -- more or less my age -- slowly pacing from one end to the other of what appeared to be a family or great room. A silky, lilac colored robe with a sash tied loosely around her waist covered her from shoulders to mid thigh. Although I couldn't put my finger on anything specific, there was something about the way the woman was walking, something about the manner in which she was carrying herself that caught my attention. And despite the vow I made a few moments earlier about keeping a firm handle on things, I found myself shifting anxiously in my seat, much more intrigued by the woman on the screen than perhaps I should have been. I watched intently for nearly a minute as the woman walked first one way, then the other, back and forth, over and over and over until my concentration was broken by Nathan's hand sliding onto my thigh. I turned towards him and smiled sweetly. Then, after lifting my left hand from his leg, I removed his hand from my thigh and returned it to his lap. Then I returned my hand to his thigh, gave it a soft squeeze and turned my attention back to the movie. Score one for me, I thought smugly. The woman's pacing continued for several more seconds, coming to an abrupt stop when the sound of a slamming door filled the room. With an expectant look on her face, she turned towards the entrance of the room and waited. Several seconds of silence ensued, followed by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps coming her way. And then, there he was, stepping around the corner and entering the room as if he owned it. I couldn't help the gasp that slipped from my throat as two things became instantly clear. First, this clearly was not going to be an affair of equals. It was not going to be a scene where two lovers throw themselves into each other's arms and grind their bodies together in near equal parts of love and lust. Nor would it be a scene where some sweet Sir Galahad would sweep the woman off her feet, carry her to the bedroom, lay her down, and then kiss her softly and make sweet, tender love to her all night long. No, what we were about to see was a man taking what he wanted. We were about to see a man toy with a woman, tease her, maybe even punish her. And then we were going to watch him take her in any and every way he desired while the woman gave herself completely and whole-heartedly to his will, allowing him whatever spoils he desired, and in whatever fashion he chose to take them. The second thing that became instantly clear was, that while the woman was nearly my age, the man couldn't have been a day older than Nathan. And as Nathan's hand slid onto my thigh for the second time, I was forced to acknowledge the obvious -- score one for Nathan. And a small shiver shot through my body. A Tease Too Far I managed to pull my eyes away from the screen and lower my gaze to the hand that was once again resting on my thigh. As I had the first time, I removed my left hand from his thigh, moved it to his right hand and returned the trespassing hand to his lap. And then I returned my left hand to his thigh. Only this time, I did not offer his thigh a consolation squeeze, and this time, I did not allow my eyes to meet his. Steeling my resolve, I returned my eyes to the screen in time to see the young man begin easing closer to his prey, one tiny step at a time. At first the woman held her position, watching as her young Master approached. It wasn't until he drew within three feet that she began backing away. And she continued moving backwards, matching his approach step for step until she backed into a somewhat large expanse of open wall. And then, as Nathan's right hand came to rest on my thigh for the third time, the young man on the screen took one more step, completely closing the distance between them. It was quickly becoming clear that Nathan had no intention of backing down from his aggressive attacks on my thigh. It was also becoming clear that these attacks, when combined with the sultriness of the movie, were beginning to have an effect on me, making it more and more difficult for me to continue to rebut his aggressiveness. I was even beginning to acknowledge that if I wanted to continue playing our little game, I needed to do something to slow his assaults, and I needed to do it while I still had sufficient will power left. So, with as much bravado as I could muster, I took hold of his hand and lifted it from my thigh. But instead of returning it to his lap, I lifted it over my head and draped it across my shoulders. Then I lifted my eyes to his. "Behave yourself, or I'll have to leave," I threatened. But when I heard the deep, quiet throatiness of my voice, a chill ran down my spine. That, I thought to myself, was not the voice of a woman who's still in control. And before my mind had a chance to question the sanity of my actions, I turned my head back to the movie and settled back against my nephew's arm. For several seconds, the young man stood before the woman, staring into her eyes like he had all the time in the world. And why shouldn't he take his time, I thought, instantly submerging myself back into the movie. After all, he owned her. You could see it in his eyes, and you could see it in hers. When the young man finally did make his move, he did it with near agonizing slowness, easing his left hand away from his side and lifting it to her neck, slipping it just under her chin, then lifting slightly as he eased her head back against the wall, all while the woman offered no resistance at all. Next, he eased his right hand to the base of her neck, drawing the fingertip of his index finger ever so slowly down her chest until it slipped into the valley of her bosom. He hesitated there, sliding his finger first one way, easing it up the side of her fleshy orb, then reversing his direction and sliding it up the other. Then, after returning his finger to the center of the valley, he began easing the finger downward again, leaving a trail of exposed skin behind until he finally reached the sash. With his left hand still pressing the woman to the wall, the young man slid his right hand over the loosely tied sash and began easing it open, pulling it away from her body until the ends came free and fell to her side. When the front of her robe fell open it separated enough to reveal that other than the robe, a tiny pair of black thongs was the only article of clothing that adorned the woman's body. And another chill ran down my spine as I realized just what a dangerous game I was playing, and that if I wasn't very, very careful, the woman on the screen would be me, and the body the young man was unwrapping would be mine. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as, despite my growing weariness, I sat there mesmerized, my eyes riveted to the screen as my buttocks began shifting uneasily on the sofa. I quickly became so engrossed that I wasn't even aware of Nathan turning towards me until he'd already slid his left hand under my chin and turned my face towards his. Paralyzed, I looked at my nephew like a deer caught in the headlights. I watched him as he tilted his head slightly to the side, and I watched as he began easing his lips towards mine. I tried to turn away, to scream out, to do anything other than sit there helplessly. But I couldn't, and the next thing I knew his lips were brushing lightly across mine, only to pull away a second later, leaving me staring into eyes that were now mere inches from my own. And as I wondered why it was that I'd never noticed the quiet strength in those eyes before, he began lowering his lips back towards mine. And the next thing I knew I was sinking deeper into the sofa and closing my eyes as I accepted his tongue into my mouth. I could feel myself surrendering to him, falling further under the erotic spell he was weaving. And I could feel myself squirming hungrily as his right hand began sliding over my shoulder, down my chest and onto my right breast, massaging the heavy orb through my robe, squeezing and caressing it even as his tongue was continuing its assault on my mouth A few moments passed before I felt his left hand abandon my chin, sliding down my neck to start the slow journey down my chest. I could feel the digit working its way downward, tracing light little lines on my upper chest before slipping lightly into the valley of my bosom. I felt him easing his finger to the left, slowly making his was under the edge of my robe and up the fleshy mound that lay hidden beneath, even as his right hand was still busy fondling the other side. It wasn't until just before he uncovered my left nipple that the realization that my plight was on the verge of matching that of the woman on screen fully hit home. And as a shiver shot through my loins, the thought that I might actually be losing myself to my nephew was enough to give me a small foothold in reality. And that was enough to allow me to slide my hand against Nathan's chest and push him away. I sat there almost panting, my hand still on his chest. And although his right hand had slid back to my shoulder when I pushed him away, his left hand was still perched at the edge of my robe, nearly all the way up my left breast. He watched me as I dropped my gaze to his hand, then returned it to his eyes. And with reluctance written all over his face, he withdrew the hand and returned it to his lap. I felt an unexpected mixture of relief and disappointment as I pushed him back into his seat and allowed my eyes to again fall to my chest and the area his hand had just abandoned. I could plainly see that most of my left breast and a fair amount of my right were on clear display, and that the robe had parted enough below the sash to bring my clearly damp panties into view. But in a move that even now amazes me, I made no attempt to get up and leave. I did, however, pull my robe closed in front and re-cinch the sash. But after that I returned my left hand to my nephew's thigh and turned my attention back to the movie. By the time I returned my eyes to the screen, the young man had just finished positioning a straight-back, armless chair in the center of the room and was in the process of sitting down. Once seated, he looked briefly at the woman -- who was now completely naked -- and then lowered his gaze to his lap. Just as he knew she would, the woman understood his unspoken command perfectly and moved to obey, stepping first to the side of the chair, then dropping to her knees and bending over his lap. Once she was positioned over his thighs, the young man slid both his hands onto her, allowing the hands to glide gently over her naked back in small little circles, circles which slowly moved closer and closer to her quivering rear end. And when at last his hands reached those bare buttocks, he eased them onto the peachy globes and gave them a tender, almost loving squeeze. And then he slid his left hand to the small of her back, pulled his right hand away and delivered a very firm SWAT!!! to her right cheek, eliciting a loud yelp as his reward. Now I have to admit that the firmness of the blow caught me completely off guard, and the gasp that left my own throat was nearly the equal to the yelp of the woman on screen. Further, I had no doubt that the blow was real, as opposed to some trumped up movie trick -- the nice pink mark on the woman's cheek gave proof to that, not to mention the fact that the sound I heard and the reaction I saw were not something that could be easily faked. Still, despite the obvious pain that the blow had inflicted on the woman, it still managed to elicit a very definite reaction in my pussy, a reaction I not only hadn't expected, but one that, quite truthfully, I wasn't quite sure how to handle. After all, unlike the movie with the two blondes and the ornery henchman, the scene I was watching now not only could happen in real life, it undoubtedly had on many, many occasions and in many, many households. And if I wasn't careful . . . As my mind was absorbing what I'd just seen and trying to deal with my reaction to it, the young man on the screen withdrew his hand again, hesitated briefly, then delivered another blow -- SWAT!!! -- a blow easily the equal of the first one. This time, however, the blow was to the woman's other cheek, and as a new pink spot came into view, another tingle began reverberating through my loins. That was the precise moment my nephew chose to launch his next attack. Now it wasn't as if Nathan came at me in a flurry. As a matter of fact, in the scheme of things, this attack came on relatively slowly, starting with a gentle nudging of his side against mine, followed by his hand slipping over my shoulder and easing down my chest. But when it came right down to it, it really didn't matter if the attack was slow or quick. The point was that it was an attack, and as with all the other attacks he'd launched, it needed a response. So without pulling my eyes away from the TV, I addressed my nephew. "Nathan, behave yourself," I said in a voice that was meant to be quiet, yet stern, thinking that would be enough to back him off for another few moments. After all, he'd backed off each and every time I'd confronted him before, why would this time be any different? But as it turned out, this time was different, which became quite obvious when he failed to return his hand to my shoulder, choosing instead to let it continue its slow trip down my chest. Startled by this new event, I quickly drew my eyes away from the spanking the young man in the movie was still delivering to his woman, and lowered them to my chest. Then I lifted my right hand from the sofa, took hold of my nephew's invading hand and pulled it to the side. Only when that task was complete did I turn my head toward Nathan. "This is as far as it goes, Nathan," I said, trying my best to reestablish control of the situation. But as you might have guessed, my nephew paid my words no heed at all, ignoring them completely as he slipped his right hand from of my feeble grip, then used that same hand to pull my hand to the side and hold it there. A panic quickly swept over me, paralyzing both my mind and body. It was a panic that was so strong that even when I saw my nephew's left hand lift from the sofa and move towards my lap, the only response I was able to mount was to draw my eyes away from my nephew and move them to the newest point of attack -- the sash of my robe. Unfortunately for me, eyes alone would prove no deterrent to Nathan, and for the life of me I couldn't seem to make my arms or voice work. So, with my one hand still resting unrestrained on his thigh and the other held loosely to the side, I watched his hand begin working to free my sash. And as a giant wave of terror washed over me, I watched the knot come free. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion and a giant cocoon was covering my body, holding me prisoner, barring even so much as a peep of protest. It was while in this stunned, catatonic state that I watched my nephew take hold of the right side of my robe and peel it to the side, then move to the left side to repeat the process. And before I could truly grasp hold of what had happened, I was staring out over a body that, except for a tiny little pair of panties, was completely exposed to my nephew's eyes. For several seconds the world seemed to stand still. I found myself completely unable to do anything other than stare down at my nakedness in disbelief while my nephew sat calmly beside me, his hesitation no doubt meant to emphasize both his authority and my helplessness -- something he was succeeding at quite nicely, if you must know. Anyway, it seemed like an hour passed before he finally made his next move, releasing my captive right hand, then easing his own right hand behind my head, intermingling his fingers with my hair, taking possession of the back of my head and turning my face towards his. And the moment our eyes met, his left hand slid onto my stomach, causing a shiver to shoot down my spine, even as goose-bumps were breaking out across my body. I closed my eyes instantly, unwilling -- or was it unable -- to face my nephew. I could feel his hand drifting slowly across my body, first tracing little lines around my tummy, then broadening out to my sides. My body jumped instinctively as his fingers slid across my tickle spots, causing little tickling sensations to follow his fingers up and down the sides of my torso. A moan slid from my throat as his fingers began circling my breasts, first working their way round and round the left one, then sliding across my nipple and moving to the other breast for an encore performance. By the time the palm of his hand slid onto my right breast and squeezed, all pretenses of resistance were gone. He had me, and we both knew it. Even though he realized how far over the edge I was, Nathan continued to work me patiently, easing his hand over my torso, squeezing here, pinching there, all while I writhed helplessly beneath him, my squirms and moans becoming louder and less inhibited with each passing moment. It wasn't until a particularly hard squeeze of my breast elicited a loud, lustful gasp that he decided to take the game to the next level, sliding his hand down the center of my stomach and easing it towards my now damp panties. When I felt the hand working its way towards the center of my womanhood, I did what any woman would have done in the circumstances -- I spread my legs wide and arched my pelvis upwards. Then, as the hand finally slid over my panties and onto my hungry mound, I moaned and groaned like a bitch in heat, pushing myself wantonly against him. We continued like that, him rubbing my aching pussy while I squirmed helplessly beneath him, until that fateful moment -- the moment he eased his hand away from my mound, slid it up towards my belly-button, and then slipped it under the waistband of my panties. When I felt the panties begin to stretch downward my instincts took over. Without conscious thought, I lowered my ass to the sofa, reached across with my right hand, grabbed hold of his wrist and stopped the attack. Then, for the first time since he'd launched his latest assault on my exposed body, I opened my eyes. If my actions were meant as a protest -- which I really can't say with any certainty -- it was a brief one, as the moment our eyes made contact I melted, surrendering myself to the strong, steely eyes I'd only recently discovered. I released my nephew's wrist without further hesitation, then quickly moved my hand back to my side. Then, after spending several seconds staring helplessly into his eyes, I eased my fanny off the sofa and allowed him to uncloak my final modesty. He removed the panties without further incident and then lifted them up to my face. And as he began rubbing the tiny wet garment across my nose and mouth, I gasped audibly, shocked at both the strength of my scent and the dampness I'd given off. And then, as another groan echoed through the room, I eased my eyes closed and surrendered . But humiliating me with a panti-facial was not what Nathan had in mind, as became evident when he quickly tossed my undies aside and slid his hand directly back to my cunt. Then, with me squirming and writhing desperately beneath him, he rammed his fingers into me and began his assault in earnest. To this day I can't believe the feelings that were shooting through me. I was out of control -- more desperate, more needy and wanton than I'd ever been before. I pulled my right hand from the sofa and lifted it to his back of his head, then snaked my left arm out from between us to join my right. And then I pulled his mouth down hard on my right nipple, even as I pushed my chest upward to greet him. I ground my breast hungrily against his eager mouth, even as I was grinding my pussy against his hand like a wild animal out of control. I pulled his mouth from my right tit and relocated it to my left, then continued my lust-crazed horizontal dance. Finally, at the precise moment he bit down on my nipple and gave my pussy an extra hard ram, my body exploded, and wave upon wave of ecstasy the likes of which I'd never before experienced exploded within me. It took several minutes for my breathing to begin to subside, and even longer for the fog to begin to clear my mind. The first thing I remember was the euphoric feeling that didn't just fill my head and loins, but somehow seemed to have found its way into every living cell in my body. Strangely, I was also aware that the movie I'd been watching was no longer playing, but I let that thought drift away without paying it any heed at all. Then I remember surrendering to the euphoria that was engulfing me, seemingly willing to spend the rest of my life lying their blissfully, my nearly naked body pressing up against . . . 'Nathan!' The thought hit me like an oncoming freight train, totally shattering the moment. 'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'What have I done?' More an instinctive reaction than rational thought, I opened my eyes, pushed myself away from the back of the sofa and slid quickly to the front edge. But before I could push myself to my feet, a hand grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me up short. "Where do you think you're going?" I turned my head back towards my nephew, realizing in the process that my robe was splayed out behind me on the sofa and my body was still completely exposed. Instinctively, I moved to cover myself, but Nathan held my left arm firm while my right hand couldn't quite pull the robe around efficiently enough to do much more than partially hide my right breast. With a sigh of exasperation I gave up the effort and refocused my attention on my nephew. "No," I said in little more than a whisper, shaking my head slowly from side to side. "This isn't right." But in spite of my reaction, and in spite of my words, I couldn't deny that I was still very much intoxicated with memories of what could only be described as the most erotic experience of my life. And I also couldn't deny that, after everything that had already happened, sitting there in a nearly completely exposed state while my nephew maintained a firm, unyielding grip on my arm was doing a damn fine job of keeping those memories churning. "Isn't right?" Nathan countered, interrupting my confused thoughts. "I'll tell you what isn't right, Auntie dear," he continued, using that derision of my name for the first time ever. "It's when a woman that's more than fifteen years a guy's senior -- a woman who's supposed to be responsible for seeing that he's raised properly and morally -- decides that it might be fun to play a little game of sexual chicken with him. A Tease Too Far Joel paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow. They had finally reached the shade of the trees on their woodland walk and he was glad of the break from the sun's rays. His wife, Kelly, looked back but didn't stop. "Come on, slow coach," she called back. She looked beautiful. Even without making an effort she still managed to look sexy. Her dirty blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, the white strappy top clung to her slim frame and her shorts perfectly outlined her fine arse. Joel stared at it as she walked away. It was firm but had just enough wobble to it to drive him crazy. In their late 20s, they had been married for less than a year and were enjoying their first holiday since the honeymoon. A week in the wilderness had sounded great but they'd spent most of that time in their hotel room. Finally they had escaped the lure of the bed and booked a guided tour of the local woodlands. They had been expecting a huge group, a coach trip traipsing around. Instead they had Daryl as a guide and his younger brother Scott as the only other walker. Daryl was younger than them, maybe mid 20s. He was average height and build but had an air of confidence that put them at ease that he knew what he was doing. Scott, on the other hand, was awkward and nervous. They had learnt he was visiting his brother after being dumped by his girlfriend. As a gangly, pale-faced 18 year-old, Joel wasn't surprised he'd been dumped. "Are you coming or not?" Kelly shouted back. As Joel caught up with the waiting group, he noticed Scott staring at Kelly's arse. "He was looking again," he whispered to her. "Oh, let him look. What harm can it do?" "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Kelly didn't answer. She shook her head with a smile and continued on. Further into the forest, they reached a small hill which they needed to climb up. Daryl went first to show the correct path. "Do you want to go between me and Daryl or me and Joel?" Kelly smirked at Scott's question. "There's an interesting choice," she teased. Scott was horrified when he realised what he'd said. "Sorry, I meant..." "She know what you meant," Joel interrupted. "You go next." Scott was halfway up when he got stuck, unsure where to put his hand. "It's this hold here," Daryl pointed. "I can't reach," Scott answered. "I'll give you a push," Kelly offered from beneath him. From the bottom, Joel could see that Scott was able to see right down Kelly's top. She had a strapless bra on that barely clung on to her ample breasts. Scott nearly slipped at the sight. She didn't wait for a reply. She reached up and placed a hand on his thigh, sliding it up to his arse and then shoved him upwards. He clambered up and then reached back to pull Kelly to the top. "Thanks," she said. "I'm better at going down," Scott said. "That'll make you popular," Kelly teased. Joel reached the top and made sure he was with Kelly out of earshot of the others for a moment. "Cut it out." "Cut what out?" "The teasing." "He's the one saying things," Kelly protested. "Jeez, lighten up." She made a point of walking off ahead of Joel, deliberately close to Scott. About an hour later, deep into the forest, Joel was walking alongside Daryl, with Kelly and Scott behind them. They had been getting on well, discussing Joel's work and comparing it to what it was like to like in a remote community. Daryl made it clear that the single life wasn't as lonely in that area as it may appear. "Get a lot of ladies coming this way then?" Joel asked. "Between you and me, these guided walks are normally gold. There's normally groups of girls looking for adventure." "And you provide it?" They both laughed. "You must be disappointed today then," Joel said. "I wasn't until I saw the ring," he joked. Joel wasn't too sure how to take it so just smiled. "Can I ask you something?" Daryl glanced back to where Scott and Kelly walked behind them. "Sure." "Is your wife always this...flirty? I mean, it's not a problem for me it's just Scott's going through a difficult patch." "Well, she's..." "Have I said something wrong? Look I'm sorry if..." "No, no. It's just she's not normally like this. I think it's being away from people she knows. I'll try and have a word with her." "Cheers, I'd appreciate that." Joel dropped back so that Kelly and Scott caught up with him. He made sure to manoeuvre himself between them. "How are you guys getting on?" "Fine, thanks," Scott stammered. "Good, we're just talking about how nice it is to be in a remote place." "Oh, I think Daryl wanted to ask you something," Joel told Scott. "OK, thanks," he said and went off to his brother. "What was that all about?" Kelly asked. "Nothing." "Nothing? You're being weird." "Daryl's noticed it too," Joel looked at her as though she should understand. "What?" "The teasing. He's just worried about Scott after his break-up." "Bollocks. He's probably jealous more like." "He's not jealous." "Oh really? Watch this then. Guys!" she called out to Daryl and Scott, "can you wait a moment, I've got something in my shoe." Kelly leaned down and untied her shoe. Then she turned away from them to tip the imaginary stone away. Bending over, she took a long time to retie her laces. "Well?" she said to Joel as she stood. He sighed. "Both of them were looking." "Told you." "That's not the point, you're my wife so you shouldn't be teasing other men," Joel protested but it fell on deaf ears. The hike continued and so did the teasing. Kelly seemed to be doing it at every opportunity, becoming more overt with it in defiance of her husband's protests. She had bent over in front of them to examine bugs, given them views down her top each time her laces had mysteriously come undone again, as well as needing help from them both over every tiny obstacle. Despite his earlier requests, Daryl had been just as willing to lend a helping hand as Scott had been. If anything, he was flirting back with her as though Joel wasn't there. "Shall we stop for a rest over there?" Daryl asked, pointing to a glade. They all agreed and walked over to the clearing. Joel dropped his bag on the grass and sat down next to it. Kelly was about to sit down alongside him when Daryl made a suggestion. "There's a few rocks over here, if you'd prefer. All depends on whether you'd rather sit on something soft or hard." He spoke as though it were an innocent phrase. "What girl can resist something hard?" Kelly giggled. Joel rolled his eyes and Scott tried to hide his embarrassment as he sat on a fallen tree. Daryl took a seat on one of the rocks near Kelly. "It's such a nice feeling to be this far away from civilisation," Daryl said. "Aren't you ever worried about getting into trouble?" Kelly asked. "Don't worry, you've got three men to take care of you," he teased. "Only three of you?" Kelly walked from her rock over to Joel, bending down to reach into the bag. Joel watched the men as they stared at his wife's arse. "This is my last warning," Joel said. "Pack it in or there'll be trouble and I won't help you." Kelly lifted the water bottle from the bag, peering over her shoulder to see the men eyeing her up. "I don't need your help. You just look after the bag. Let me worry about handling them." She walked back to sit next to Daryl on the rock. She took a sip of water and then leaned her head back, tipping the water over her face. "That's so refreshing," she said. Joel could see what she'd done, they all could. The water had doused her top making it almost see-through. Her cold nipples were poking through the material. Daryl slipped his t-shirt over his head to reveal his almost hairless chest. There were hints of muscles there but it wasn't the toned body Joel had expected. It didn't seem to bother Kelly though. "You guys are lucky. When you get hot you can just take off your shirt." "So can you. Joel's seen it before and I can assure you that Scott and I don't mind." Joel shook his head at Kelly but she took little notice. "I don't think that would be appropriate. I'm a married woman after all." She shifted uneasily where she sat. "That hasn't stopped you before," Daryl said in a firmer tone. "Excuse me?" "Joel, you saw what she was doing. All that bending over, teasing us." "Well yes..." Joel confirmed. "Why did you do that?" Daryl questioned Kelly. "It was just a bit of fun," Kelly replied as she moved further away from him. "Tell them Joel." "Hey, I warned you about it before." "Were you doing it to turn us on, was that it? Thought you could get us hard and then leave us without a woman to satisfy us?" Kelly stood and barely took two steps towards Joel before Daryl grabbed her upper arms, pulling them behind her. "You feel that? That's what you've done to me with all your teasing." He pressed himself into her so that the bulge in his shorts pushed against her lower back. "I think it's time you showed us those tits of yours." "Fuck off," she shouted. "Joel..." Daryl had linked his left arm through hers, allowing his right hand to clamp over her mouth. He nodded to Scott, who glanced at Joel. Joel looked at his wife, anger in his eyes, and did nothing to stop the teenager. Scott moved closer but Kelly kicked out. Daryl hooked his legs around hers until she was unable to fight back. Scott's hands shook almost as much as Kelly as he reached up and slipped the straps over her shoulders. He pulled them down, the wet material rolling over her skin to reveal her breasts as they rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. "Undo the bra," Daryl ordered his brother. Scott reached around and fumbled with the clasp. He felt her shallow breaths on his chest as he finally undid it. Pulling it free, he dropped it to the floor as her tits swung free in the air. For a few minutes, Scott played with her tits. He was an unskilled lover, pawing at them, tweaking the nipples. All the while Kelly struggled and Joel simply watched. "Now for that arse of yours," Daryl said, spinning her around and forcing her down. Her face was pressed to the ground, hands still held behind her back. She was on her knees so that her arse stuck into the air. Scott knelt behind her, pulling at her shorts but not managing to get them to move. "Undo the buttons," Joel said over the screams of his wife. Scott found the button fly and popped them open, one by one. He then hauled the shorts until they rested on her thighs. Her arse was still partially covered by her knickers. Joel saw that she had worn a pair with a lace frill, maybe intending for the two of them to sneak off together. Scott's fingers slipped under the waistband of her knickers. Slowly he peeled them down, relishing every moment as her arse and pussy were exposed. He stared at it, shaved and smooth, a straight line waiting to be parted. "Lick it," Daryl told him. Scott leaned down and Joel saw his tongue extend to lick his wife's pussy. At first it gently traced the lips but with each passing of his tongue it delved deeper into the folds. "No...stop...please...no.." Kelly's protests were ignored by them. Scott's tongue continued it's licking. Circling her clit as it hardened, slipping in and out of her pussy, rising up to tease her arsehole before returning to the wetness beneath, "No...fuck...no...please..." "She likes it," Daryl said. "No...I...don't...stop him..." Round and round her clit. In and out of her pussy. Round and round her arse. "Your wife's about to cum." Joel watched, a mixture of emotions. The anger inside him wanted her to suffer. The husband wanted her released but the growing feeling in his cock wanted her to cum. "Stop..please..oh..fuckk..nooo..mmmmmhhhhhmmmmmm." She shuddered as the orgasm raced through her body. Her limbs went limp for a few moments and it allowed her tormentors to take control of her. She was knelt upright, Joel behind her holding her arms. In front of her stood Daryl and Scott, their cocks exposed and hard, pushing at her face. "No..fuck off." "Suck their cocks, you fucking tease," Joel commanded. "No.." she twisted her head away from Scott's dick, "Noommffhhh," and straight into Daryl's. He pushed his hard cock between her lips until he reached her tongue. Holding her head, he began fucking her mouth. Kelly resisted, making no attempt to move her tongue, instead pushing back against his hands. For a brief moment her mouth was empty but only as her head was forcibly turned. Scott's cock soon found it's way inside. He was gentler, slower. "She's licking me," he stammered. "Let's feel that tongue," Daryl said as he pulled her head back to face him. His cock slipped into her mouth with less resistance. "Oh yeah, that's it. Lick the head." One cock replaced another. Scott, Daryl, Scott, Daryl. The longer it went on, the more Joel could see his wife's tongue becoming more eager. Her cheeks showed that she was sucking. "Lick the shaft," Daryl ordered her as he held his cock out of her mouth. Her tongue ran up the length to the head and back down around his balls. "Now Scott's." She did the same with the teenager's dick. Joel had placed his hand on her head to guide her, allowing Daryl to grope her tits as she sucked them. Scott's cock was in her mouth as Daryl pushed the head of his dick alongside it. She was made to take them both into her mouth at once, stretching wide and lapping at them with her tongue. Daryl pulled his cock free and Scott copied his older brother. Daryl reached down and stuck his fingers into her pussy. He looked up at Joel. "Your wife's ready to fuck." "No, please," Kelly protested. "On the rock," Joel said as he lifted her to her feet. "Please, not that. I'll suck you again." She was bent over the rock, Scott pressing down on her shoulders to keep her in place. "Please, no. Joel, don't let them fuck me. I'll make them cum any other way." Joel leaned down so that his mouth was next to her ear but he spoke loud enough for the others to hear. "I warned you about your teasing and you didn't care. You didn't give a shit how it made me feel. You didn't care how it made them feel. I warned you there would be consequences so you'll have to pay the price." "No, pleasmmffhh." Scott had shoved his cock into her mouth. He held her head with one hand and her shoulder with another. Joel held the other shoulder and watched as Daryl kicked his shorts away and stood behind her. His dick was rock hard and he stared down at her pussy. Joel reached back with his left hand and pulled on her arse cheek, spreading her open. "For all her protesting, this bitch is dripping wet." He positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed her hips forwards. "ooohhhhhmmmmmmffffhh" Slowly, Daryl withdrew. Joel saw his wife's pussy juices all over his cock. "You like that?" Joel asked her. "mmmmffffffhhh," she moaned onto Scott's dick. "Oh, she likes it," Daryl assured him. His movements were slow at first but soon picked up pace. Scott began to ease the grip on her head as she was pushed up and down on his cock with each of thrusts. Joel released his grip as he felt his wife's resistance wane. It gave him a chance to remove his own clothes. As he cast them to the floor, he took a good look at his wife. Daryl's cock was slamming in and out of her wet pussy. Her mouth now welcomed Scott's dick, her tongue licking the shaft and head as she tried to take it in. Her moans got louder and louder. Scott's cock fell from her mouth as she turned her head slightly. "I'm...I'm gonna..oh fuckkk..I'm gonna cummmmmm...oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." "Fuck, her pussy's twitching on my cock. I'm gonna shoot my load in her." "Noommmmm...please not in.my......pussssssmmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooohhh" Daryl grunted as he shoved his hips as far forwards as he could. After five or six moans, he slowly withdrew from her. Joel saw a drop of cum appear at her pussy and begin to slowly trickle down her leg. His view was obscured when Scott moved into place. His cock was smaller than his brother's but he made up for that in enthusiasm. He plunged it into Kelly's pussy and hammered in and out of her. Joel moved to his wife's head and presented her with his cock. To his annoyance, she seemed reluctant to take it in her mouth. He grabbed her jaw and shoved his cock inside. "Suck it, you fucking slut. Suck my dick while he fucks you." Scott continued to pound away at her pussy while Daryl watched them. "Yeah, you're a real slut, aren't you," Daryl taunted her. "Getting all the guys hard with your teasing. Well this is what happens to prick teases. Eventually they get fucked like the sluts they are. You'll be full of cum by the time we finish with you." Scott's groans indicated she was about to get some more cum. Joel moved round to watch the end of the young man filling her pussy with his load. Scott's buttocks squeezed together as he got every last drop from his cock. He pulled out and a stream of cum was added to the trail down Kelly's leg. Joel immediately lined his cock up for her well-fucked hole. "I'm gonna fuck you like the slut you really are." He slammed his dick into her sopping wet hole as hard as he could. He fucked her with real anger. His fingers pushed into the flesh on her arse as he rammed his dick in and out of her. As he fucked her, Daryl continued his insults, "slut," "slag," "whore," "cum-slave." Joel was so turned on he barely lasted a few minutes. "I'm gonna cum in you, you fucking tease." His moans of orgasm were matched by Kelly's as he added his cum to the rest. Four or five jets shot into her pussy before he finally slipped out, his cock followed by more cum. Joel collapsed back onto the grass and he watched Daryl help Kelly down from the rock. Scott was sat alongside him and he turned s he heard the familiar sounds of a hand on a cock. Scott was hard again. Daryl guided Kelly to where Scott was seated, turned her to face away and lowered her down. Joel saw the teen's dick disappear inside his wife once more. As she was leaned back against Scott, her pussy continued to open. Cum oozed down Scott's dick. Daryl reached down and began pushing his fingers into her pussy alongside Scott's cock. There was no resistance from Kelly. Joel saw nothing in her eyes but lust. Satisfied, Daryl removed his fingers. He knelt between his brother's legs, coating his cock in the cum from her pussy. Joel watched, stroking his own dick, as Daryl pushed his cock into her pussy. The feeling of two dicks in her pussy at the same time must have been incredibly intense for Kelly. "Ohh...mmmm...yeeeaaaaahhh...mmmmmm.....ooohhhhh." Scott began moaning too. Joel could see Kelly's pussy spasm around their dicks. She started to cum hard and it almost drowned out Scott's own moans. His second climax shot more cum into her pussy. Daryl didn't stop fucking her. Scott's softening dick slipped out and cum poured down from her pussy onto his balls. Daryl's violent thrusts into Kelly's gaping pussy made the cum froth around her lips as she cried out in an almost endless climax. Joel's hand furiously stroked his cock as he watched his wife fucked like she never had been before. As Daryl pulled out to shoot his final load of cum over Kelly's belly, Joel's cock erupted, sending streams of cum onto his own chest and stomach. It took Kelly a long while to gain the strength to walk back. The others aided her all the way but they talked about her, not too her. Joel looked back at the incident with regret - but only that it hadn't lasted longer.