10 comments/ 83852 views/ 12 favorites A Weekend with Auntie Brenda Ch. 01 By: All Red "Auntie Brenda," I called, "Are you there?" "Auntie Brenda...." There was no reply. I slowly made my way through her home to the back door. This beautiful little thatched cottage has a surprisingly large garden and I knew that if my aunt was outside she wouldn't have been able to hear my calls. Standing by the door I could indeed see her half way down the garden, gathering in her laundry. The sun was shining and there was a slight breeze making this the perfect English summer's afternoon. I hadn't planned to arrive this early, in fact auntie Brenda wasn't expecting me until late in the evening but an earlier connecting train had been delayed allowing me to save almost four hours on my journey. Auntie Brenda was my mothers older sister. She was nine years her senior but standing side by side they looked as though they could be twins. Not identical but you would have a very hard time trying to tell which was the elder. Both looked much younger than their true age, neither looked a day over 40 but today was Brenda's 53rd birthday. I watched as she continued to gather in her laundry, oblivious to the fact that I was standing there. She is very slim, about five foot five inches tall and has all of the family traits, light red hair, blue eyes and virtually no breasts. Both my mother and I are built the same although I am about two inches shorter. She took a bed sheet from the washing line and carefully folded it leaving just her underwear pegged to the cord that was knotted to a tree at either end. I was quite surprised by what I saw hanging there. Not the frumpy undies that you would expect a woman of her age to wear but a range of delicate garments that I would feel excited having next to my skin. I watched as she carefully removed them from the line, folding each garment and gently placing it into her old wicker basket. She moved a few steps further away and turned so that her back was to me and reached up to remove a particularly sexy pair of lacy panties. As she did so she stepped out of the shadow of a large apple tree and the sun shone through her light, short summer dress. As she reached up her body struck a pin sharp outline beneath her dress. She stood with her legs slightly apart and the shadow cast by the sun gave the appearance that she was naked beneath. Her slender legs met her tight round bottom perfectly. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of the shape that formed at the top of her legs. She really did have the body of a woman many years her junior. Her dress was so short I thought to myself that if she stretched any higher I would be able to see if she was indeed wearing any panties. This vision of Brenda came as a bit of a shock to my system. I had never imagined her as anything other than sexless. I hadn't ever known her to have any special men friends. There certainly hadn't been an uncle in my lifetime although from what little snippets of information I had gathered during my eighteen years there was once a husband. What happened to him I had never been told. He had never knowingly been mentioned in my company and I had grown to realize that it would be unwise to ask any questions on the subject. I found the sight of Brenda and her sexy undies a little bit of a turn on. With the sun revealing her bodily charms I had certainly seen her in a new light. I continued to watch as she moved further down the line, each garment made her reach slightly higher as they progressed further from the ground. I wondered why she didn't take the line pole away so that they were easier to reach but was enjoying the sight too much to care. She finally came to the last piece of her underwear, a rather gorgeous lacy black bra. Like all of the women in our family she didn't really need to wear a bra but I suppose she felt the same as I, although not really needed, a nice bra does feel nice against the skin. They certainly don't aid support because there is nothing in them to need supporting. I watched as she made one last stretch to reach this garment and as she did so the hem of her dress rode up to reveal the slightest glimpse of a pair of lacy pink panties. So, she wasn't naked beneath her dress after all. "Auntie Brenda" I called, "Hi, I'm here." She swung round with all the agility of a young ballerina, her stretched legs rotating around the points of her tipped toes. "Hello Suzi, sweetheart" she replied as she started to trot toward me, clutching the bra in her hand. "You're early, I wasn't expecting you until this evening." She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek before giving me a big, loving hug. I put my arms around her and returned the welcome. I told her the story of how I managed to catch an earlier connecting train and as she stepped away she took my hands into hers and instantly realized what she was holding. "For me?" I jokingly asked, "You shouldn't have. It was my birthday last week and you have already given me my present." We both laughed. "And thank you," I continued, "It was really lovely." "I'm glad you liked it so much. It was one of the prettiest necklaces I have seen and I thought that it would look perfect on you." "It does look super. You always did have an eye for the most prettiest of things." We walked to the cottage and Brenda told me she thought my coming to stay for a couple of weeks while my mum accompanied my dad to an interview in New Zealand was a wonderful idea. I had only finished school the previous day but would have the rest of the summer holiday to share with my parents. I had been invited to join them but I don't much like air travel. Anyway they haven't had a holiday on their own since I was born so as well as an opportunity for my dad to further his career they were going to use the trip as a second honeymoon. Brenda helped me take my cases up to my room and we opened them on my bed. She opened the wardrobe doors and drawers in the bedside chest and asked if I wanted a hand to put my clothes away. I told her that would be nice and she started by taking my dresses and skirts from the big case. "Oh, this is nice." she remarked as she took my favourite pink dress from the case. "It's almost transparent. I bet you have to be careful what you wear under this." I took a pink bra and panties out of the other bag and told her that these were what went with the dress. "Not as sexy as your undies." I told her and I'm sure she blushed a little but she didn't make any comment, she just smiled. "It would look super on you." I told her, "You should try it on." "It looks as though it would be very short on you," she replied, "It would look disgustingly so on me." "I still think you should try it on." I said. She smiled. "Maybe I will, later." We put the rest of my clothes away and I made my way to the window and looked out over the garden where I had earlier seen Brenda gathering in her laundry. "Such memories." I said. "I used to love coming here for my summer holidays. Gavin and I used to spend all of our days playing in that garden. I remember us both running around naked, splashing in the paddling pool that you used to have. Mind you I was only four or five then. I miss him so much." Brenda stood behind me and put her arms tight around my waist and placed her chin on my shoulder. "We all miss our little Gavin." she said. "We all miss him." Gavin was my brother, eleven months younger than me. He had died of childhood leukemia when he was just ten years old. It seems like only yesterday he was with us, nowhere like the seven years that it really was. Then Brenda surprised me. Still with he arms around me she asked, "Do you still like playing in the garden naked? I remember we used to have the devil of a job getting the pair of you into clothes." I turned. Brenda had a broad smile on her face. "Auntie Brenda!" I exclaimed, "Fancy asking me that!" "Well?" she asked. I paused for a moment. "I don't get the chance any more." I answered. "It was okay in the old house. The gardens were secluded like this one but since we moved a couple of years ago we are now overlooked by the neighbours." I didn't really want to say much more but before I could change the subject she continued. "It's okay, I know that your mum and dad liked to get unclothed when the weather was nice. That was why I was surprised when they moved to your present house with its lack of privacy. I just wondered if you shared their liking for nudity." It was my turn to blush. Being ginger haired even the slightest blush looked bright red. Brenda brushed her hand through my long hair and placed her palm on my cheek and lifted my face. She planted a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose. "Sorry honey, I didn't mean to embarrass you." "That's okay. It's just that you caught me unawares. That was the last thing I was expecting you to ask me." She smiled again, a sweet innocent smile. "Well?" she said, after a long pause, "Are you going to answer my question. I'm curious. Aunties are allowed to be curious when it comes to their favourite nieces." "But I'm your only niece." I answered. "But you would always be my favourite, even if there were a dozen others. We are so alike you and I." We looked at each other "Well?" "Yes I do like to be nude with the sun on my body. In fact I love it. But of course, that's all in the past now." "It doesn't have to be. You are welcome to use the privacy of my garden if you want. Just let me know and I will keep away if you wish. Just be who you want to be these two weeks and do whatever you want to do." I smiled to Brenda. "Thank you auntie." "That's okay. I want you to enjoy your stay and if you want to walk round the garden naked and soak up the sun then feel free to do it. I promise that you won't be disturbed." "What about you?" I asked. "What about me what?" "Do you like to feel the sun on your naked body?" She laughed. "Well, do you?" "I haven't done that for years. But yes, I used to. Like you I loved it." "Why don't you do it now? After all you've said that no one can see you in the garden." "Well my love, in case you haven't noticed, I'm no longer a young girl. Fifty two, sorry fifty three year old women don't do that sort of thing. Mind you, if I were younger....." "Well, If I do take you up on your offer then I hope you'll join me. It's so much nicer if you aren't doing it alone." Brenda smiled. "We'll see." Brenda walked out of the room saying that she would prepare tea and asked if I wanted a bath. I said that I would so she told me that she would run one. I enjoyed my long soak. I had a bit of a neck ache after dozing off on the second train with my head at a funny angle. A couple of jolts as the coach passed over some points left me with a dull ache. I thought the soak in the bath might help, and it did, but I could still feel it. I knew that I would be alright after a good nights sleep in a comfortable bed. We had a cold meat salad for tea and then Brenda suggested that we took a walk to the village pub for a drink or two to celebrate our birthdays. I gave her a present from myself, a small bone china cottage to add to her ever growing collection as well as a gift from my parents. I didn't know what it was only that it was in a small box tied up with a pink ribbon. As we talked Brenda quite openly told me about her former husband, how he continually cheated on her and how my mum and dad comforted her in a very special way and how they gave her the support she needed to walk out on him. I wondered what she meant by them comforting her in a special way but decided to wait until later to ask her. It was a very sad story and I didn't interrupt her, I just let her tell me what she wanted to. She told me that she went to live with mum and dad for almost a year before she moved back to the village where she still lives now. After the divorce she was left with the cottage and a small sum of money and she invested this in a friends business venture that, after a few years payed off handsomely. She was now in a position where she could easily live off the profits of her investment. "Suzi," she said as she brought yet another round of drinks to the table, "I have just realized that you haven't told me about any boyfriend. Do you have one?" "Not at the moment." I told her. I went on to tell her about Rob, my last, and if I was truthful my only real boyfriend. I told her that he kept pestering me to let him make love to me but I just didn't feel comfortable with the thought. Something deep inside told me that it wouldn't be right. I told her that I'm no prude but I didn't want to loose my virginity to him. I felt safe telling her. It was kind of strange but I have never been able to discuss things like that with anyone before. She felt more like an older sister than an aunt who was almost three times my age. "Did he ever see you naked?" she asked. "Auntie!" I replied. "What's with all the questions about me being naked?" "Just the thought of him seeing your tight little body. He couldn't help but to get aroused if you were naked in front of him." "No he didn't. He wanted to on many occasions but I always said no." As I finished she went to get even more drink. We had started the evening drinking cola and fruit juice but by now had moved onto red wine. I thought we were about to receive our fifth but Brenda came to the table clutching two unopened bottles and announced that as it was nearing closing time we would take them with us and continue our little chat at home. When she said home I thought yes, her little cottage with its nice big garden really did feel like home. We walked the few hundred yards idly chatting about the family and what would happen to me if mum and dad did move to New Zealand. I told her that I hadn't made up my mind if I would join them. The job was only for five years and they had said that they would be keeping the house for when they returned. If dad did get the job the wages and end of job bonus were such that he could retire at the end of the contract. It didn't take us long to reach the front door and after a few seconds of fumbling in her handbag Brenda found her keys and we entered. The evening was warm and I was wearing a short skirt and blouse. Brenda was in a light summer dress similar to the one she was wearing when I arrived but much longer. This one fell to well below her knees. Her hair is a slightly darker red than mine and she has it cut quite short, where I wear mine long. It flows well over my shoulders. I had often contemplated having mine cut and styled like Brenda's. I thought it looked quite sexy but at the same time I loved my long hair. I sat on a foot stool which was pushed against the wall and eased my shoes off while Brenda went to the kitchen to get some glasses. When she returned she switched off the main light and using the light from the hallway she made her way to a big armchair opposite me and switched on a small lamp on the table beside. She then returned to the hallway and switched off that light. She closed the door and made her way back to the chair. She had placed the bottles of wine and the glasses on the table beside the lamp and then proceeded to open a bottle standing between myself and the lamp. The light shone through her dress as the sun had during the afternoon and again I could see the outline of her body. I felt a slight twinge as she stood there facing me trying to uncork the bottle while, for some reason I was trying to focus on the shadow that the light was revealing. In too short a time she had opened the bottle and filled two large glasses. Passing one to me she then picked up the other and sat in her chair. Over a couple of glasses we chatted about my family and the last couple of holidays that we had spent in France. Along the way I let slip that mum and dad had chosen the place we stayed because there was a nudist beach close by and we had the chance to sunbathe naked. Brenda quickly picked up on this and she loved talking about it. She had surprised me a few times during the day and evening but she was about to shock me. "Is your daddy's cock still nice and juicy?" she asked. "Pardon?" I replied, sure that I had heard her wrong. "Is your daddy's cock still nice and juicy?" she repeated, leaning to fill my glass again. As she leaned over I could see down the front of her dress. My heart skipped a beat. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed." she continued. "If you've been on a nudist beach with him you couldn't help but notice it, it's so big. It must keep mummy happy on a lonely winters night." Then she laughed. "And when it's erect I'm surprised it will fit in mummy's mouth, let alone her pussy." I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Excited but uncomfortable. For some reason I could feel my nipples harden a little. Oh yes, I had noticed daddy's big fat cock I thought to myself, and I had to agree that is did seem enormous when he had an erection. I remembered the day when I walked in on them when they were making love. They were in a sixty-nine and mum had his manhood right in her mouth. They were so involved they didn't notice me and I made a hasty retreat to my bedroom. I lay on my bed and played with myself, thinking of them downstairs before my thoughts turned to imagining myself joining in with them. How I would love mum to kiss my pussy. "I think both your mum and your dad have beautiful bodies and you my darling take after your mum. When she was your age her body was just like yours." She looked me in the eye and continued, "Doesn't it excite you to see daddy with an erection? Don't you just want to go over to him and take it in your hands and feel it swelling, and to slowly move them up and down his shaft and watch the reaction on his face. " Brenda could see that I was uncomfortable with the path the conversation had taken. "Sorry sweetheart." she said. "Let me change the subject." And she did. We talked for a while about what she had been doing in the two years that we had last met. She told me a lot about Molly, her friend who lived a few doors away. She had moved into the village eighteen months previously and they had become quite good friends. She had just turned twenty and like Brenda was single. They had become such close friends that they were planning on going on holiday together at the end of summer. I sipped the last of my wine from my glass and held it out to Brenda for a re-fill only to discover that we had consumed both bottles. "Not to worry, I've got another bottle in the kitchen." she said, as she left the room. Considering how much we had drunk that evening she walked remarkably straight. Although I was feeling slightly light headed I wanted more. During the few seconds before she returned with another, larger bottle I thought about what she had said a little earlier, about my dad having an erection and remembered the other time a few months back when I came home early and saw both he and mum naked on their bed. He lay on his back and she was sitting beside him with his enormous erection in her hands, very slowly masturbating him. He reached out with his hand and she lifted her bottom from the bed and he placed it beneath her, cupping her pussy. He started caressing it before she lifted herself up slightly and I saw him slip a couple of his fingers inside her. She started to slowly raise and lower herself over his fingers. At that point I again left before I was discovered and crept to my bedroom where I lay on my own bed, removed my knickers and had a nice long play with myself. Brenda returned to the room with the wine, opened it and filled our glasses. I sat back and leaned against the wall. I realized that my knees were parted and when I looked up at Brenda I noticed she was looking straight up my skirt. Normally I would have been shocked and would have closed my legs but the thought of her looking at my panties made me feel warm. I don't know if it was the drink, I suppose it must have been, but I found myself parting my knees a little further. I was feeling so warm that I undid the top two buttons of my blouse. A Weekend with Auntie Brenda Ch. 01 "Feeling warm Honey?" she asked. "Very." I replied. She was still looking up my skirt. I looked over to her. Her face was so relaxed. In fact, her whole body was totally relaxed. She undid a couple of buttons on her dress. "Yes, It is very warm tonight." she remarked. I took another long sip of my wine and she leaned over to fill my glass again. This time as she leaned over the front of her dress fell open revealing that she was wearing the sexy bra that she had earlier held in her hand as she hugged me. I could see the nipples of her flat breasts poking into the skimpy material. I moved my head from side to side, trying to ease the ache in my neck that had returned. "Still aching angel?" she asked. "Yes, a little." I replied. She sat back in her big armchair and pulled the bottom of her dress onto her lap. "Come over here and sit in front of me." she said, "Let's see if we can't ease it a little for you." I didn't hesitate. I stood up, walked over to my auntie, placed my drink onto the table, turned around and slipped onto the chair in front of her. As I sat down she opened her legs and I sat between them. She placed her drink on the table beside mine and gently started to knead my shoulders with her hands. It felt wonderful. The ache started to fade in an instant. She kept this gentle kneading going for a few minutes, slowly working around my aching neck muscles and down onto my shoulders, all the time the ache being replaced with a feeling of calm and the more she did it, the more I relaxed. "That's a good girl, just relax, let auntie Brenda make you feel all nice." she whispered into my ear. "Look in the mirror, doesn't that look nice?" I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. In the reflection I could see auntie Brenda massaging my neck and shoulders, and also noticed that my skirt had ridden up. With my knees a few inches apart my panties were also very visible. I opened my knees a little further and re-closed my eyes. "Oh, auntie Brenda thinks it looks even nicer now sweetheart." I felt my nipples start to swell. I opened my legs a little further. I felt Brenda's hands slip over my shoulders. After a second or two I could feel her start to undo the remaining buttons on my blouse. I offered no resistance. "That's right Honey, just keep relaxing. Let auntie Brenda take this off. It will feel so much better if she can massage your aches without having to do it through your blouse." I leaned back gently to make it easier for her. As she slowly made her way down the row of buttons my breathing deepened and my heart felt as though it was beating faster. She finally released the last button, gently slipped my blouse down my arms and dropped it on the floor beside the chair. She then started to massage my neck and shoulders again. It felt wonderful. Her hands were doing magic things to my ache and it had all but disappeared, but I didn't want her to stop. She started to widen the path of her movements and quickly reached my shoulder-blades. She massaged those with her thumbs and moved her fingers forward, catching the sides of my bra. She continued the massaging for a while before gently moving me forward. I could feel her carefully undoing the clasp on my bra. It took her several attempts because of our positions but eventually it jumped open. She gently slipped the straps off my shoulders and lifted my bra forward, revealing my tiny breasts. I lifted my arms for her to help with the final stage of removal. My bra joined my blouse on the floor. I opened my eyes, I wanted to watch the reflection of Brenda massaging me She continued to massage my shoulder-blades and the sides of my rib cage before finally giving in to her desires as she slipped her hands around to caress my breasts. My nipples immediately became rock hard and swelled like I had never known them to before. I closed my eyes again. "Look in the mirror now Honey, doesn't that look beautiful?" she whispered. As I opened my eyes she kissed my neck before moving onto the area behind my ears. I could see her hands cupping my breasts. Her fingers started to play with my nipples, circling them delicately with her fingers. She was an expert. She put her chin onto my shoulder and looked at our reflection. "Open your legs a little further my Honey." she requested. I did as she asked. "Now, what could look better than that?" she asked. "Auntie Brenda comforting her Suzi." She kissed my neck I could hardly speak. "Tell auntie Brenda what could possibly look better than that." "You tell me." I replied. "No," I paused for a second, "you show me." Brenda smiled. She slipped her hand onto the top of my skirt and undid my belt. Then she undid the clip on the side and slipped down the zip. I closed my legs and lifted up my bottom from the chair as Brenda slipped my skirt to the floor. I kicked it away before sitting back down. Brenda's hands immediately went back onto my breasts and she resumed her caressing. "Open your legs nice and wide for auntie Brenda." I opened them as wide as I could. "That is perfect Honey." she whispered as she resumed kissing my neck. Caressing as she went she slowly slipped her hands onto my tummy. My pussy was aching to be touched. As they reached the top of my panties I put my hands onto them and stopped their progress. She looked at my face in the mirror. "I want you to go there." I told her. "I want you to go there more than anything in the world. But I want you to do something else first." "What's that sweetheart." She said. "I'll do anything you want." "Take your clothes off." I told her. "I can't do that. I'm too old. You don't want to see my old body." "Oh but I do." I said as I slipped off of the chair. I turned around and faced her. She seemed to be a little nervous. I reached up and started to undo the buttons on her dress. She placed her hands onto mine in a vain effort to stop me. "You'll be disappointed." she said. "You won't like what you see. I'm old enough to be your granny." I put my knee onto the chair and lifted my body up, leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She seemed very surprised by my action. I leaned forward and kissed her again. She responded. I moved back down and continued to unbutton her dress. I slipped it off of her shoulders and reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. As I pulled it forward her huge engorged nipples came into view. Her breasts were as tiny as mine. I leaned forward, took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked it, running my tongue over its tip. Brenda let out a loud moan. I worked my tongue round and round, slowly increasing the pressure while gently sucking. I put my hands under her bottom, grabbed handfuls of material and pulled both her dress and panties forward and off. I slipped them to the floor and put them on top of my previously discarded garments. She was now sitting in front of me totally naked. Her body was perfect. Not a wrinkle or blemish in site. And those tiny tits, they were georgous. I pulled her bottom forward, placed my hands on her knees and opened her legs. She did nothing to stop me. Her pussy was covered in a thick mat of light red hair, her soaking wet pink lips poking through, the tip of her excited clitoris just visible in its hood. I filled her glass with wine and passed it to her. She drank it in one go. I filled my glass with the remaining liquid and followed suit. I told her to sit back in the chair before resuming my previous position. I leaned back onto her. I could feel her nipples digging into my back. I opened my legs. She immediately put her hands onto my covered pussy and started to caress it. I involuntarily lifted my bottom from the chair forcing her hands hard onto my pussy. "I want to see your pussy" she whispered. "Call it my cunt." I told her. "I can't. That's a horrible word." she said. "If you want to see it, that's what you will have to call it." I replied. "I don't think I can say that. I've never said that word in my life." "I want you to say it. Say, Suzi, let me see your cunt." "Suzi, let...... No I can't." There was a long pause as she continued to get me even more aroused with her playing with my pussy through my knickers. Then she said it, making me shudder as she did so. "Suzi, let me see your cunt. Please let me see your cunt. I haven't seen your cunt since you were but a babe when you used to play naked in the garden. I really want to see your cunt." I was desperate for her to touch my naked pussy but I loved hearing her calling it a cunt. Until this day I had never before heard her utter even the mildest of swear words. To hear her say the worst one of all was really turning me on, especially knowing that she was as desperate to touch me as I was to feel her doing it. "What do you think my cunt looks like?" I asked her. "Do you think it looks anything like your cunt?" "No, my cunt is old, your cunt is young and sweet." "Your cunt is wonderful, such a wonderful cunt that I'm going to play with it all night." I told her. "Do you think my cunt is hairy like your cunt, or maybe still as bald as when you last saw it?" Her hands moved faster over my pussy, increasing the pressure. She was obviously getting as turned on as I was. I didn't think that I would be able to hold on much longer before I let myself come." "Please don't tease me any longer. Please let me see your cunt. I'm pleading with you, please let me see your cunt." I took her hands away from my pussy and closed my legs. I slipped her thumbs into the waistband of my knickers and she pushed them down my legs. I kicked them off to the floor. She placed her chin back onto my shoulder and sucked my ear lobe. She looked into the mirror and said, "Open you legs nice and wide for auntie Brenda, let her see her real birthday present. Let auntie Brenda see your beautiful cunt." I watched the reflection of auntie Brenda's face in the mirror as I opened my legs as wide as I could get them, stretching them so wide I hung my legs over each side of the chair. I whispered to Brenda, "Well, do you like my cunt?" She frantically kissed my neck, darting her head from side to side as she lifted her hands onto my breasts and squeezed them. Then she looked into the mirror again as she gently fondled my tits and said, "My darling, your cunt is absolutely perfect. I'm so glad you've followed the family ways and kept it natural. You have so much hair, and it's so fine. Your cunt is just like your mother's, nice, pink and gaping when it's excited. I'm sure it will taste just as wonderful and sweet as hers." I was stunned. "Tell me, have you tasted mummy's cunt?" She kissed my neck again and again, her deep breaths between kisses like a fan heater on my neck. "Dozens of times honey, hundreds of times." She carried on kissing and licking my neck. Her reply made me feel even more horny. She moved her hands onto my pussy and started to caress it. It felt indescribable, like nothing I had experienced before. "Now darling, you tell me. Have you tasted mummy's pussy yet?" I found myself getting even more excited with the very thought. "Have you darling. Tell auntie Brenda, have you tasted mummy's cunt yet?" "No." I replied. She continued gently stroking my stretched pussy making me feel as though I was in another world. "And does the thought of tasting mummy's pussy turn you on?" As she asked my whole body jolted. "I think that answers my question" she said, "So, mummy hasn't ever played with Suzi's pussy either?" "No." "Would you like her to?" My body jolted again "Mmmmmmmmm" Brenda said. "It's okay sweetheart, it won't be long now. Mummy will soon please her little Suzi. She's wonderful with her tongue. All the girls in our family are good with their tongues, but your mummy is the best there has ever been. And what about daddy? Wouldn't you like daddy to play with your georgous little body? I'm sure he would love to play with his Suzy." Her fingers were expertly playing with my pussy, keeping me just on the edge of orgasm without tipping over that so very fine point. I wanted to cum but was just being held off." "You talking to me about mum and dad playing with me is really turning me on, but do you really think that they would even want to?" "Pick up that box sweetheart, the one that has my present from your mummy and daddy." I leaned over and picked the box from the table. Brenda's fingers still working on my pussy. "Open it darling." I opened it. It contained a small folded envelope. "Unfold it and read it." I did as I was told. It said 'To Brenda. remember all the good times. A very happy birthday. Your present is inside." Brenda said, "Open the envelope Honey." I opened it. It contained a small piece of paper. On it, written in my mothers handwriting it said, "Your present is in Suzi's panties. Kiss it for me xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Love Chrisie and Geoff." Dad had written his name himself. As I put the letter down Brenda increased the movement of her fingers. I stretched my legs ever wider and she pushed two fingers inside me. She caressed my clitoris with the finger and thumb of her other hand and started nibbling and sucking on my neck with her mouth. I pulled her mouth tighter onto my neck. Her hands kept playing with my pussy, faster and faster until I could take no more and I then experienced the most violent orgasm of my life. I lay there for a few minutes. Neither of us said a word but Brenda started to caress my breasts again. I looked into the mirror. "Let's go to bed auntie." I said. "It's my turn to play with you." I slipped off of her lap, turned to face her and reached out my hand. "Come with me" I said as I took her hand in mine and gently pulled her from her chair. I led her out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom. As we passed through the door I turned on the light. I wanted to see her as I played with her and I wanted her to see me. I pulled the duvet down and climbed up on the bed, still holding auntie Brenda's hand I pulled her with me. I lay her down onto the bed, leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded by putting her hands behind my head and returned the kiss with interest. I reached down and placed a hand on her pussy and softly started to caress it. I couldn't believe it, I was actually masturbating my own auntie. She was soaking wet and pushed her pussy hard onto my hand and darted her tongue into my mouth. Within a few seconds her bottom raised from the bed and she came, her pussy hard into my hand. This wasn't what I was expecting. I wanted to play with her well into the night. I lay beside her and put my arms around her and pulled her close. We kissed again. "I'm sorry my angel" she said as she put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers again, "I was just so excited I couldn't stop myself from coming." I lay beside her. "Lets rest a while" she said, "Then we can play a little more. There is so much I want to teach you." I kissed her again and she opened her lips slightly, inviting my tongue to explore her mouth. Her arm went around my waist and she pulled me closer. Her legs opened slightly and I slid one of mine between them, gently pressing her pussy with my thigh. The kissing intensified, our tongues darting between our mouths. She started moving her leg, using it to caress my pussy. I followed her lead and before long we were both getting hot again. I broke the kiss. I needed to come up for air. I started to kiss her neck and behind her ears and fondle her breasts with my hand. Her nipples were rock hard. I moved my lips down onto one of them and started to caress it with my tongue. I took my leg from between hers and turned my body to right angles with hers. I slipped a hand onto her inner thigh and gently slid it up and down. I moved my mouth to her other nipple to suck and caress it. She was breathing heavily. I took my mouth from her nipple, looked her in the eyes and said, "Spread your legs auntie, I want your pussy." She raised her knees and opened her legs wide. A mass of pubic hair surrounded a pair of very wet pink lips topped by her clit clearly visible poking out of its hood. My heart was beating nineteen to the dozen and the combination of the earlier alcohol and the smell of her ripe pussy made my head spin. I had never tasted pussy before nor even thought about it, but nothing was going to stop me from doing so now. I placed a hand onto each of auntie Brenda's thighs and pushed them down. As I did so her hand made contact with my leg and she tried to pull it towards her. My heart started beating even faster. I knew what she wanted me to do. I moved my body back beside hers and lifted my knee, she placed a hand on it and lifted it over her head and let it gently rest on the bed. She then moved her hands onto my ass cheeks and lifted her head toward me. Her tongue licked my asshole and a shiver like a lightning strike shot through my body. I plunged my face onto her pussy and sucked her lips into my mouth, my heart was pounding. Her ass lifted from the bed as she pushed the tip of her tongue into my ass. My tongue slipped deep into her pussy and I caressed her clit with my fingers. I wanted this moment to last forever but auntie Brenda slipped her hands down to my face and lifted it away from her pussy. She then lifted my leg and slid out from under me. "Why did you stop auntie?" I asked her. "I wanted you to make me come with your tongue and you to come with mine." "So we will sweetie," she answered, "many, many times, but not tonight. Tonight I have a special surprise for you. It was going to wait until the morning, but I don't think it can wait that long." She turned around and plumped up the pillows at the top of the bed and opened the drawer on her bedside table. She pulled out a pink silky scarf. She moved up the bed and sat against the pillows. "Come here honey, come and sit in front of me like you did earlier. I did as she asked and sat on her lap with my back to her. She placed the scarf over my eyes and tied it up behind my head. My closed legs were on top of hers before she opened them with her hands pressing on my inner thighs. She then lifted her knees and, hooking my legs spread hers. My ass lifted about eight inches from the bed and my legs were spread wide. Her hands came around my body and placed themselves on my breasts. As she started kissing my neck her hands started caressing my breasts making my nipples rock hard again. I felt a cool breeze blow onto my pussy but after a few seconds it stopped. As she gently caressed my breasts she said, "I want to ask you about your mummy and daddy, will you talk to me about them?" "Sure" I panted in reply, I was so high I could hardly talk. "If mummy was here now, would you play with her?" "Oh yes, I'd love to play with mummy." "Would you like to play with her gorgeous little titties?" "Mmm yes." "And suck her huge nipples and lap them with your tongue?" "Mmm" She had moved one of her hands onto my pussy and was carefully stroking it whilst still caressing my breasts with her other. This, coupled with what she was saying was taking me higher and higher." "And what about her pussy, would you like to play with that?" "Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes." "What about daddy, would you like him to watch you and mummy playing with each other?" "Would he want to?" "Oh yes honey, he'd love to watch you and mummy." "I want him to watch." Her hands were still carefully massaging my body. "And how would you like him while he was watching, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room?" A Weekend with Auntie Brenda Ch. 01 I felt the bottom of the bed go down slightly. "No, I'd like him to be standing by the bed beside us, naked, with his erect cock in his hand playing with himself." Auntie Brenda took her hands off my body, leaned me forward and removed the scarf from my eyes. Sitting on the bottom of the bed wearing a very sexy nightdress and obviously very aroused was mummy, and daddy, dressed in a shirt and boxers was standing behind her. Mummy was looking at my stretched open pussy. I should have reacted with shock but I didn't. I just wanted mummy's mouth on my pussy. Auntie Brenda placed her hands back onto my body and started the gentle caressing again. "But, but, I thought you were on your way to New Zealand." I said to mummy. "Not until Wednesday my darling." she replied. "We arranged this long weekend with auntie Brenda to see if you wanted to become our Princess. Do you want to be our Princess of pleasure honey?" Brenda's hands were driving me wild. "Oh yes mummy" "Then enough talking sweetheart, we can do that later, much, much later. We have a whole night of loving in front of us first. To be continued...