7 comments/ 61523 views/ 11 favorites Aunt Karen By: Thruxomatic ** Part One ** I went for years thinking I'd never get married and found myself surprised when it did. Then, after the whirlwind marriage, so-called normal life was the standard and I found myself surprised again when I was back out and single, with that empty side of the bed and empty side of the closet reminding me of the hole left behind. Don't tell anyone else, but I poured a lot of myself into that marriage. I really wanted it to work, for some reason. For a loner, that's something meaningful, at least to me. I know my ex-wife saw it very differently. She didn't realize the mental effort it took in me to get riled up enough to care. I tried to tell her, in so many ways, that she was the sunshine that split through the clouds, but I don't think it ever really sunk in. I can't count how many poems I wrote trying to capture the feelings I had when I saw her, but nothing really fit. The words just weren't enough. When she walked, she said she wasn't angry, just sad that I had never really connected. I was mystified. It was the first time I felt alive; I had never been so connected with another human being in my life. So, I cashed out. I sold the place, quit my job, sold some investments and with that all-too-tiny kitty of cash, decided that it was high time I drove across the country. I'd done it once before by bus in my youth, but the trip was a pastiche of beer, lots of faces of lots of girls that never amounted to much, and a handful of pictures that lost all meaning outside of their original context. I don't think you appreciate place that much when you are a kid. It's either land you have to cross to get somewhere or a generic destination that simply holds your real goal. It's a shame that we lose that, in a way. The bike got tuned up before I left and by mile 10 I was feeling really good. I love riding that old Triumph. There's something about the old TR120s, rattletraps that they are, that get me excited. I loved that I did all my own maintenance, even though it meant maintaining a network across the east coast of suppliers for parts. It was like a ritual whenever I tuned her up. Piled high, with my tent and all my gear (and abundant spare parts), she was my mule. We'd make it to the other coast if it killed us, she and I. Of course, I named her after the wife. Sara. I laugh, sometimes, when I question which was more reliable, the person or the bike. I'm not going to go into the road, because this isn't a road story, it's a sex story, even if it didn't start out as one. The country, by way of an aside, is beautiful. The people, less so, but even they are beautiful in their own way. I'm not so far gone from the human condition that I can't see the value of a person, even if I don't much appreciate them myself as much as recognize what they mean to others. I'm an observer, I guess, and my job is to be neutral. God, if he's up there, made me damn good at my job. The money had all but run out by Idaho, so when I rolled into Washington and the vague feeling of the sea was back upon me, I was damn good and broke and the bike had my last tank of gas in her. A stranger in Spokane got me another tank - bless her soul - and it pushed me through to Seattle, but just. I'd never been to Seattle, but I knew my mother's sister lived there: Karen, with her husband and two kids. I'd always wanted to explore the Seattle underground because I'm kind of a history nut that way. The idea of entire blocks of the old city preserved underground from the 1800s just turned my crank. Add in some opium, some prostitution, and I'm hooked. Real history, with real people getting really drunk and stoned and fucking. That's history to me. The book stuff is just too damn dry. First things first, though, a roof and food. Real travelers know this is the order, too. Starving is possible for a great many days, but one night out in the elements and you are instantly miserable. I called my Aunt Karen up, largely on a whim. I hadn't heard from her in over a decade, so it was a bit awkward and we had to do a lot of catching up before she realized that I had even gotten married, let alone divorced. Initially, her daughter Chloe answered in her bubbly teen tone, but she didn't even know who I was and handed me right off. I'd last seen her as a baby, so that's no wonder at all. Her Mom was more taciturn, matter of fact, but she was kind of like my sister: kin was kin. I knew that and that's why I'd even made the call. So she said she'd let me crash and I spent the better part of an hour tracking her house down in the winding streets. When I got there, it was a large two story with a three car garage ... she'd obviously done well by herself. Last I had checked, she had been a small-time producer for commercials and local news, but that had obviously changed since I saw her last. Her husband, Jim, did construction or something like that. Maybe he was an architect. I never really cared, which you can probably guess, and so I didn't care enough to remember. All I knew was that he was tall and had a mustache. I felt it made him look older and stodgier, in a way. By the time I got there, Chloe was gone - she'd skipped back to university. She'd only stopped by to do some laundry and grab some home cooking. She was off to a party that night and despite her Mom's entreaties, had no desire at all to hang out in the near suburbs when there was drinking to be done and boys to be had. Other than my Aunt, the place was empty. As I dragged my bags in off the bike, apologetic for the dust and dirt on them, I resisted the urge to ask about Jim, assuming he was off on some business trip. I seem to remember him doing a lot of those. "You ever think about making that thing into a cafe racer?", Karen asked. She was by the window, limned in the light. I'd forgotten just how pixie-like she was. Tiny bob, black hair, and not even 5' high. I laughed. "I didn't know you even knew anything about bikes! I've thought about it, definitely. If I could find an old featherbed frame I'd make a Triton, but that's a project for when I'm old and gray." "Yeah, like me." No, not like you. Aunt Karen was never beautiful, but she was definitely cute. She had a button nose and a wide, endearing smile, and the smallest hands I'd ever seen on an adult woman. Her face laughed, even if her phone manners didn't really show it up, and there was a reason she ended up in the media. Quietly competent and much more motivational than most of the men she competed with for positions, her people loved her. We'd had a chat about parenting once and she surprised me with how open-minded her ideas were. Her kids were well-adjusted kids and she was a big part of that. I admired her for it, even if I never got quite around to telling her. "Bah, you're not old, not by a long shot. At least that old crate held up to here. I had to do some tricky work on her in Minnesota, but that's the kind of thing you expect from an old bike like that. Parallel twins rattle like the dickens and they shake loose a lot of stuff over time." "I had an old mono-BSA when I was a kid, so trust me, I know rattle." "No shit?" "No shit." "Aunt Karen, you just jumped about ten ranks on my cool factor scale. I won't lie, that might just get you into my underwear of the month club.", I grinned. "Underwear? Who the hell wears underwear anymore." Karen laughed, and I laughed with her, not quite getting the joke. She made me dinner, which I wolfed down because I was starving, and we talked about the family more than anything. I told her about my sister's kids, my brother's kids, and how I'd even lost touch with them over time. She filled me in on Chloe and her new boyfriend, about Keith and his long-term girlfriend he was living with out of town. There was something else there and it took me getting into my divorce before she really opened up. As I was describing the empty I felt when Sara walked out the door, she nodded and in that grim look I could see that she had been where I had traveled. "Jim?" It was all I needed to say. "Yeah, he's decided that he prefers younger models these days." "How much younger?" "Oh, about 20 years younger. She's just a surveyor, but she worked enough projects to catch his eye, I guess. Faced with me or a 20 something hard body, who wouldn't choose the 20 year old?" She looked hurt, like admitting that had cost her something. She went to her junk drawer and hauled out a picture. It was Jim in a tuxedo with his arm around his wife on one side and his other arm around a good looking blond, clearly at some work-related function. The girl was kind of pudgy like young girls are these days, but you could see the attraction. "See? The bastard even introduced me." She ripped the photo from my hands and jammed it in the drawer. "I should have just fucking torched the thing." She stared away and couldn't meet my eyes. Still fresh, then. "Well, I have this theory ...", I began, as I got up to do the dishes, "I think that people reach a certain point in their lives, where they have to transition from looking for all the normal biological imperatives - fertility and its physical signs in youth - to being with their lover because they actually care about them as people. Even if Jim loved you as a young woman, he loved you at least partly because you represented fecundity to him just like he represented virility to you. As you both transition out of your child-bearing years, you both have to change perspective." "Holy cow, someone's been into the sociology texts, again.", Karen laughed out loud, sipping at her wine in between chuckles. "No, seriously. Hear me out. There's phases to life, which isn't any kind of revelation, but the shift from one to the next is pretty hard and takes a lot of mental re-organization. Not everyone makes that shift. You did, clearly, but your husband didn't. I think it's a lot more common than we allow for." "Well, if my girlfriends are any indication, it's an epidemic. Some of them have gone so long without sex they have taken up with each other." I turned from the sink and cocked one of my eyebrows at her and she reddened to the core. Some, indeed. "You think too much. Is it too much to as that for the duration of your visit we refer to my soon to be ex-husband as The Asshole?" I couldn't really tell if she was serious, but her eyes were joking above the rim of her wine glass. "I think I can accommodate you. I always thought his mustache was some 70's porn relic, anyway.", I quipped. She snorted, only just holding the wine in. We retired to the living room with drinks, but it was too hot and so we ended up on the back deck. Karen's place was huge, with a deck that had to be a 1/4 acre if anything, and I wandered around while we chatted looking at her cutting edge gas barbecue, her sauna and her hot tub. The Sun was still up, but was sinking into the waves, so everything had that orange gold look to it. In the light, I could see the fingerprints on the stainless steel of the barbecue. "So, your wife didn't cheat?" "No, I think she just got tired of me. I can be a bit much to take. I like my alone time and not everyone is willing to give it to me. I probably should have talked more." "I think you converse just fine. You just don't do it with your mouth. Ever see that old French black and white called La Dernier Combat?" "What?" "It's a post apocalyptic film from the early 80s. I think it's set after a nuclear war, but for some reason there's not only no women, but the men you see can't speak. The entire film is silent except for one scene where two characters use a gas to get a single word out: bonjour. If you watch that film, you can see how they talk with their bodies and faces. The plot is actually pretty easy to follow, even without dialog." "Sounds really interesting." "You even kind of look like the main character with that bit of a beard you've got." She hesitated, then began again, "You know that the last time I saw you was when you had just graduated university? You've kind of come into your own. You used to be so gawky and moody, but now you just seem wiser than your years. You've filled out pretty good, too." I caught her eye and she winked, so I laughed. "It must be pretty lonely here without anyone around ..." "I work all the time, so I'm never here. I took the day off to try and catch some time with Chloe, but you can see how well that worked." She spread her arms to indicate the vast expanse of empty around her, "I can't stand the echoes, so I stay at the studio. I'm doing documentaries, now, by the way. I've got a grant, so I'm on hiatus from the station." "Good for you. It sounds like fun." "Oh, it is a lot of fun. I'm covering 18th century prostitution in the Underground, in fact." "Are you serious?" "Yes, why?" "I read an article about it before coming and I wanted to make a point of going to see it. There's supposed to be a tour or something." "You are NOT going on that stupid tour. Half of it is bullshit, anyway. The guy is a natural storyteller and exaggerates everything. I've got unlimited access, so I'll take you tomorrow night if you want." "You can show me the real deal?" "About as real as it gets." "I'm in." We talked like that for another hour or so until the Sun went down. The boats in the bay had their running lights on and I watched them criss cross the bay. Behind me, I could hear Karen get off her chaise and pull the cover off the hot tub. It was still pretty warm, so I wondered what she was up to. I looked over my shoulder and she was stripping down, right there in front of me. She realized I was looking at her and laughed. "I don't have the heater on. It will be warm, but it won't be hot. I like to sit here in the dark, sometimes, and watch the ships. You're welcome to come in if you want." "Uh ..." She rolled her eyes. "Remember that big cabin at the lake we used to go to? All us kids used to skinny dip together all the time. The cousins, the siblings, the second cousins. The place was a madhouse of kids, so no one cared. You didn't have room or time to be shy, so you just changed where you could. Even your Mom did it. Besides, it's nearly dark. No one is going to see you but me, and even I'll only see a bunch of shadows." What I had seen hadn't been shadows, so I knew she was lying a bit. All the same, the ride had been hot, especially when I had to stop at lights. Motorcycle gear is pretty protective, but you sweat like a dog. I turned and stripped off my t-shirt and wriggled my way out of my biking pants, my knees catching on the built in armor. "Jesus, you look like Darth Vader in that stuff." "Got to protect this beautiful, fish-belly white body of mine." "It is beautiful. I like the undead look, myself." As I slid in, the water felt tepid at best and all the sweat in my crevices started to ebb off in the water. She was right: it was wonderful. I sat back and stared up at the stars for a while, just letting it all soak in. "There's a tanker going up to Vancouver. You can see it if you slide over here.", She pointed out into the ocean where a giant black bulk of a ship slid past. Just as she pointed, the ship fired its horn, which echoed out into the night. I live in Chicago, so you don't see too many ships. There's a few that ride the great lakes, but nothing like an ocean-going tanker. I slid in next to her to see it, her body a wriggling white eel in the ripples. As I sat back down, she leaned her head sideways into my shoulder. "I miss your Mom." "I miss her, too. When I moved, I didn't really get to say goodbye. She's pretty much all alone, now." "That seems to be the fate of the Burton women these days." "Mom's gone to seed, though. I doubt she cares about anything anymore. Kind of a shame I inherited it because I'll be a lousy old man. You, on the other hand, look fabulous. Living on the coast suits you." "Yeah, I thrive in the rain, I guess. I just have to watch not to work myself to death." It was the truth, too. She was still in pretty good shape. A tad bigger on the bottom than the last time I saw her, but then again, she was 42. She'd always been a tiny-breasted, tiny-hipped woman, so she had kind of filled out to curves. I'm average height at best, but I felt like a giant next to her. The top of her head was barely up to the tip of my shoulder. I glanced over and she was staring at me, her eyes huge in the darkness, just specks of light dancing in the larger black. "What?" "You are pale. Very. I can see almost your entire face in the darkness. In fact, I can almost see your whole body, too." She glanced down, squarely into my crotch and I could feel the heat rise in my face. Against my will, my cock started to twitch. I fought to keep it down but it rose of its own volition and in a moment, I had a raging hard on. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that someone likes that his Aunt finds his body attractive." "I'm sorry. It was kind of involuntary." "God, it's certainly not the only erection I've seen. Well, lately they've been in short supply, but at one time I saw quite a few of them. Besides, I'm kind of flattered in a way. Had I had known I had this kind of effect on you, I would have flirted more. I kind of like teasing like that." With that she dropped her tiny hand on my thigh. My cock throbbed, the chilling water more frankly cold on it than the rest of me. Each subtle shift in the current in the tub was like a tiny shock. She clenched her fingers, as if she was pulling her hand forward and she inched ever so slowly toward my dick. "This," she said, and tapped her fingers on my leg for emphasis, "is normal for me, but something tells me that your Mom didn't tell you anything about what went on at the lake, right?" "Huh? What went on at the lake?", I said, my voice a bit shrill. I knew what she was aiming at, but I wanted to hear her say it. It was absurd and surreal at the same time, but I was excited all the same. And with that, she put her hand around my cock, a tiny ring of cold fingers against the heat. My breath caught in my throat. "Think about it.", she whispered, "There were nearly thirty of us, all roughly the same age. Our parents were all constantly drunk and we more or less knew they were all sleeping with each other. Hell, your Mom's father isn't your Grandpa, it's his best friend. Why do you think Grandpa treated her so poorly? He didn't like that she wasn't his own." "You are blowing my mind, Aunt Karen. I'm thirty freaking years old and I'm just finding this out, now?" "I told your Mom to tell you. She insisted that it be kept secret, though. I think she was more than a bit ashamed." "No kidding. Aren't you?" The ring moved down, pulling the skin of my cock tight. A thrill of pleasure ran back into my spine. "We were just kids, but if those summers taught me anything it's that alcoholism sucks and that you take your pleasure where you can get it when you are the children of a bunch of drunks. As long as there's no repercussions, it's all just sex. It wasn't like there was anyone else for us to do it with, because the entire lake was nearly all related to us. It's the only avenue we had." Just as I tried to answer that almost everyone else in the world just fantasized and jerked off, she rolled her fist up, engulfing the tip of my cock, her thumb swirling the hole. I gasped. "Holy shit. This is nuts.", I stammered. "But it feels good, doesn't it?" "Yes." "Then shut up. The whole world is nuts. If you want me to stop, though, just say the word. I'll be honest, though. I don't want to you stop me." She hesitated, but when I didn't answer immediately, she started to jerk me off, frankly, with a kind of rolling motion in her hand, rotating it around my cock. She couldn't quite get her hand around it and the idea that this tiny little ring that felt so good was her hand kind of thrilled me. The sheer rawness of it all engulfed me. Aunt Karen Ch. 01 I kept noticing how great my Aunt Karen looked in the neon green bikini she was wearing. Let me describe her to you. She is about 40 years old. She weighs about 125 lbs and is about 5'7". She has a full 36 C cup, that are very perky. She has large nipples that will poke out with the slightest breeze. She has a wonderful round arse. She has a neatly trimmed but very fat pussy. She has those full dick sucking lips. The kind that make you want to shoot your load all over her face. She was sitting on the edge of the pool with her legs slightly open and the bikini had worked itself in between her fat pussy lips. She noticed me checking her out and kinda gave me a wink to let me know she noticed me looking at her fat pussy. She quietly asked me to go for a walk on the beach with her, just the two of us. We walked about a half of a mile and sat down on some beach chairs and started talking about what I was looking at in the pool. She asked me if I liked what I saw. Of course I said yes. She asked if I wanted a close look and grabbed my hand and guided it to her pussy. She was already wet and very hot. I gently massaged her clit and we kissed ever so gently. It became more and more passionate until I worked my hand under her bikini and slid my first two fingers into her wet juicy pussy. I tickled the entrance to her arse. She moaned as I finger fucked both holes. She began to rub my already erect cock through my bathing suit. I dropped to my knees and moved her bikini to the side and began to lick her clit while still fucking her with my first two fingers. I moved back and forth from her arse to her pussy. She was moaning and grabbing the back of my head forcing my mouth over her entire pussy. I licked and sucked her clit and pussy until the first orgasm came and her cum was all over my face. I sucked all of her cum out of her pussy and swallowed every drop. I licked the cum off of her arse and tongue fucked her arse. She then got on her knees and swallowed my entire 7 inch erect cock. Her tongue gently worked circles around the head of my swollen cock. She sucked on my balls rolling them around in her mouth. She licked under my balls and tickled my arse. She sucked the pre cum from the end of my dick and swallowed me whole again. She slowly stroked my cock while continuing to suck the head of my cock. She then rose to her feet and told me to fuck her right here right now. She laid down on the chair and spread her legs for all to see. I removed my bathing suit a slid my rock hard cock into her wet pussy. I started off slow working my cock in and out of that hot 40 year old pussy. She took all of my 19 year old cock and then she screamed "FUCK ME HARDER!" We began to fuck faster and harder. I pounded that pussy so hard you could hear my balls slapping her arse. She worked in unison forcing my cock deeper and deeper. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her harder and harder. I cock slid in and out with ease. Her pussy was so wet and so hot. I could feel that my cock was about to erupt inside of her. I told her I was about to cum. She then told me she wanted to tasted my cum. So I pulled my cock from her pussy and shoved it into her mouth. I fucked her face just as hard as I fucked her pussy. The head of my cock was deep in her throat and then back out again. My cock erupted into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked and sucked until my cock was completely limp. She licked her lips and complimented the taste of my cock. I then dropped back down and sucked her cum out of her pussy and licked it clean once again. She then told me she wanted more and to meet her in her room at 2:00am. She wanted more and this time she wanted it in both holes. To be continued... Aunt Karen Shows Me Off! A couple of months had passed since my aunt Karen had taken my virginity, and things were pretty great. Any opportunity we were left alone in the house we would have sex, if we went for a walk along the river on an evening we would have sex on the river bank. She taught me how to please a lady. I must have been doing great as she couldn't get enough of my cock. I was still 18 when my parents and sister Laya went on vacation for a week. I was way too old to go with them now besides, i wanted to be at home with Aunt Karen. It was a nice sunny Sunday afternoon and Aunt Karen suggested we have a picnic. We could take a drive out to the Lake District. Her friend Justine from work was going to join us too. We got the food and drinks packed away in the hamper and set off to go and pick Justine up. I was a little nervous as i had never met her before but, Karen assured me she was a great person and a great friend to her. She was sure we would get along. They had both got divorces at the same time so being work friends i guess they talked about things, and became great friends and could talk freely to each other. We pulled up outside Justine's flat and she came out, Karen got out to greet her. They had a quick hug and Karen introduced us. Justine was very well spoken and looked the same age as Aunt Karen, 32. She was an attractive woman too, she had long blonde hair, a slight sun tan and from what i could see from the shapes under her maxi dress a great body. We set off and headed for the lakes. Aunt Karen and Justine sat in the back of the car so they could talk while i drove. All through the hour of my driving they talked and laughed and, took photographs of our journey on their phones. We arrived at our lake, parked the car and set off walking to find a nice spot for our late picnic lunch. After an hour we found a great place, just off the beaten track about 30 meters from the path in the shade under the trees right upon the lake, slightly secluded but you could still see the odd person from afar through the trees walking by. We set up and had our lunch talking about all sorts of things. Aunt Karen and Justine talked about how their single lives were going. Karen and Justine had a little wine too which made the talk flow well too. It was a warm afternoon and i was wearing knee length denim shorts and a denim shirt, i looked cool but, too warm. I went for a cool down in the lake. I stripped off to my underpants and had a swim. I never paid much attention but every so often i would hear them giggling. I could hear Justine saying "Wow, really, oh my god!". I got out of the water and walked back up to our blankets on the ground. By now some more wine had been drank and a they were very relaxed. Aunt Karen had shorts on and a t-shirt, but she had taken the t-shirt off. I was looking at Karen and her large 36 dd boobs in her bra and i knew i would be sucking them tonight when we got home. I was putting my shorts back on when Justine looked at me and said to Aunt Karen "Wow Karen! I see what you mean, there is a good sized package in Lee's underpants! You lucky thing!". Karen replied to Justine and looked at me and said "It's OK Lee, i have told Justine about you and i seeing each other. She is cool with it and will not say a word to anyone. I mean she was a little shocked because we are Aunt and Nephew but understands we are attracted to each other and thinks it is sweet that we make love, in a naughty kind of way" I said it was OK as long as it stayed between just the three of us. We got settled down and were just laying on the blankets talking, listening to the music. By now Aunt Karen and myself were laying next to each other, now and again we would share a kiss. Justine kept rolling her eyes at this! One of our kisses got a lot more passionate and i could see Justine just watching us, she never said anything for a good few minutes. I guess she was getting turned on she said "Hey you two, if you are going to get horny can i watch? It's turning me on" "It's OK with me, it will be sexy if she watches us Lee. It's up to you honey" Karen said as she was putting her hand in my shorts. I looked at Aunt Karen beneath me as she played with my cock, i looked at Justine watching her do it and agreed "Yeah, i am fine with that. You can watch, i like the idea of it!" Karen and i continued to kiss and feel each other, my cock was rock hard in my shorts. Karen got up, unhooked her bra to show off her beautiful breasts, took off her shorts and knickers and said "I want you so much Lee. I have wanted that big cock of yours all day. Get your cock out, let Justine look at it". I couldn't wait. I took off my shorts and underpants. Karen and i where standing there naked in front of Justine. We began to kiss again my arms around her, she had one arm around me and the other was below as she was stroking my cock. Justine came closer to us on the same blanket and sat there watching. She lifted up her maxi dress to show she had no knickers on, she started to rub her vagina. She then pulled down the top of her dress and unhooked her strapless bra and knelt beside us as she touched herself. She was looking at my cock and said to Aunt Karen "You two are so into each other, Lee your dick is fucking big! Karen you have a hot body. Can i join in? I've never had a threesome before". We both just looked and we just held out our hands. Justine stood up, took off her dress and started to kiss and touch our bodies. I kissed Karen then i kissed Justine. Then Karen and Justine giggled and kissed each other, that was so exciting to see. We naturally all got on the floor and Karen lay on her back opened her legs and said "Lee, let Justine see how you fuck your Auntie Karen". I got on top of her and she eased my cock inside her and wrapped her legs around me. I started to buck her hard and fast. Justine started to suck Karen's tits laying next to us fingering her own vagina. Aunt Karen was moaning with pleasure saying "Oh my god, this is so good. Its fucking hot, my nephew's big cock giving me a good seeing to and my best friend is sucking my tits" "I want a good fucking too Karen, let Lee fuck me, i have never had a dick that big in me before" Justine giggled. I pulled out of Aunt Karen and told her to sit against the tree and let Justine lick her clitoris as i gave it to Justine doggy style, we quickly got into position. Justine was licking Karen as i started to enter from behind. Justine had to stop, she gave out a moan and purred "Oh wow i love that dick in my fanny, i love the thought of that big young cock bucking me". Justine began to lick Karen's vagina again as i bucked Justine hard. Karen was looking at me, smiling and encouraging me to keep going saying "Keep going honey, buck Justine hard, buck her like you do to me. You are our stud today, make the most of it!". They then got next to each other, kneeling in front of me and both suck sucked their fanny juices off my cock, looking at each other giggling. They both said "This is so hot and fucking naughty, who is going to get Lee's spunk!". They both enjoyed riding me cowgirl, Aunt Karen had a big orgasm, this turned on Justine more and she begged Aunt Karen "Please let Lee fuck me missionary, like when he ejaculates inside you Karen. Like how you told me. I know he is special to you but it's been a long time since i felt a cock explode inside me". Karen agreed and said "OK Justine but he has a lot of spunk!" I got on top of Justine and i mounted my cock inside her and started to fuck her hard, after all she wanted it. Her legs were wide apart in the air. I was loving it! Karen was watching and encouraging me, saying "Good honey. Give Justine what you give your Auntie Karen. You can ejaculate inside her, like you do with me i don't mind". Justine and i got closer in our hold. Her legs and arms wrapped around me. I was holding my arms around her too. "I am going to spunk right inside you soon Justine, do you want my spunk in you?" I asked. "Tell him what you want Justine, you naughty kinky bitch. Fucking my nephew! Look at your big tits bouncing! Do you want to be his Auntie too? Getting a naughty taboo fuck" Karen joined in. Justine was getting more horny with this dirty talked and started moaning more, her hands on my buttocks forcing me in harder "Oh my god i am going to cum! I love this dirty talk, breed with me Lee, give me a baby!" she begged. I found this hot, and i started to cum inside her. For a good 10 minutes after we had finished we all lay on the blanket getting our breath back, gently caressing one another. I was tired, but we agreed to do this again sometime at Justine's flat in a couple of days. Karen drove home and i sat in the back seat with Justine. When we arrived at Justine's home she wanked my cock and sucked me off until i came into her mouth, she leaned over to the front seat and kissed Aunt Karen full on the lips and passed my spunk into her mouth, Aunt Karen swallowed it. "See you two here in a few days, we can make a whole night of it, our special sleepover! I love the dirty talk about making babies, you can breed with me again Lee. Karen i want to see Lee cum inside you too!" Justine told us. Karen and i drove back home. We had a bath together when we got back home, got dried and off and slept together, we could as our family was on vacation. It felt like we were turning into a couple. Aunt Karen "God, you're so hot against my hand. Your cock has to be ten degrees hotter than the rest of you. It's very sexy." "Jesus." "I'm not the religious one. Your Aunt Lorna is ... but she did all of this right along with us. She probably says a dozen Hail Mary's every night thinking about it. I'll bet you wanted her, too, didn't you?" She had shifted around to face me, changing hands, and was standing on one leg, the other kneeling on the curved plastic of the seat. She leaned in, whispering. "I'm going to kiss you now, and from your breathing, I can tell you are going to come when I do that. I want you to." She was right and as her face neared mine, just a black oval against the sky, I could feel the build up that signaled I was going to come, soon. I gasped and as our lips touched, I reacted in a way I hadn't expected at all. I pushed her off of me into the center of the hot tub, probably more roughly than I should have. She went under for a second then popped back up, spitting and snorting, with her hair matted down onto her head like a helmet. "For fuck's sake, it's just a hand job!", she spluttered once she was able to. "I can't ... do this." I clambered back up onto the edge of the hot tub and doing my best to cover myself with my hands, I reached for my clothes. When I had gathered them, I climbed out fully, my cock jutting out and bouncing with each step. As I got to the patio door, she called to me, exasperation in her voice. "Fine! You can use Keith's room. There's towels in the closet at the end of that hall. Mop up any water you spill on my hardwood floor." As I slid the door closed, I looked out, and she stood there, staring at me, nothing but a shadow. While I watched, she slid back down into the tub and turned to the ocean. --- Keith's room was a pretty typical college aged boy's room. There were some kid things he had kept, like the glow in the dark stars on the roof, but mostly it was just dark and enclosed. I suspected he was a Goth or an Emo kid. His computer was ancient, an old beige Mac, and I laughed that it still had a floppy drive. I hadn't seen one of those in ages. It sat on a dark, little desk that was clearly a kid's desk. Keith was huge, like his father, so the mental image of him pecking away on that computer, at that desk, was pretty comical. I was thinking of these things, on purpose, because I didn't really want to think of what had happened. My world view had just been rocked, and what was so mind-fucking about it was that it had been done so nonchalantly by my Aunt. She wasn't kidding when she said this was normal for her. It made me question what the fuck normal meant in this house. Mom, my Uncle Mike, Aunt Lorna, Aunt Karen, all the cousins ... good Christ, the whole damn family fucking and sucking away in that cabin. I could see her point about proximity and the age, but I vacillated in my head between understanding and blaming them, back and forth like a pendulum. Millions of other kids are raised in similar situations without this happening. What went wrong with us? Were the parents involved with the kids? Did they know and just let it happen? Were they that drunk that they were completely oblivious? The biggest question was this, though: what the fuck was she thinking? I hadn't seen her in a decade except for the odd phone call and all of those had been just chit-chatty calls. Just a nephew and his aunt catching up. To go from that dynamic to jerking me off in a hot tub in only a couple of hours was just astounding. She was good looking, but I'd never once thought about her that way. Well, no more than normal, at any rate. Guys fantasize about everything at one time or another, so she slipped in on occasion, for sure, but nothing out of the ordinary. She had to be doing it for shock value. That's the only thing I could think of. While I mused, I could hear a gentle tap on the door. I could see feet silhouetted under the door and I was of half a mind to just pretend to be asleep. As it was, I turned my back and half-mouthed a word. I'm not even sure what I really said. Aunt Karen opened the door and the room got suddenly brighter. I could see Keith's bookshelf and I tried to focus on the titles. Molecular biology, Harper, 7th edition. Physiology. Plato's Republic. I could hear her stepping lightly over the rug toward the bed and then, eventually, I felt her weight settle on the bed behind me. "Duncan, I'm sorry." I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. "I'll try my best to explain, so you can just sit there. You don't need to say anything. First off, it only happened a couple of times. I know I implied it was happening all the time, but it really didn't. We fooled around a bit, the odd time, but nothing serious. Secondly, it never happened between the adults and the kids, just a couple of cousins and us. Thirdly, it doesn't happen in this house, which is probably the first question you thought about. Chloe and Keith don't know, so of course I'd like you to keep it to yourself. Jim knew and he got pretty angry about it and wanted to charge the cousin I fooled around with. That's why he stopped coming to the family reunions; he thought he was going to take my cousin's head of once he had a couple of drinks in him. I don't think I ever really convinced him that I was a willing partner. I was only 14 and to him, that means naive, innocent girl. If he only knew what Chloe was up to by 14, he'd shit." I hadn't noticed him missing from the reunions, maybe because I hadn't been invited to the reunions. It stung, but I understood. No one likes a drag. "Anyway, I know I came on a pretty strong, but Jim just walked out a couple of weeks ago ...". She trailed off into silence. I sat and waited. "You ever feel ... old?", she continued, sounding distant. "Not yet, no, but I'm sure I will." "I do, all the time. I see it around my eyes, on my tits, in my ass. Even my skin feels different, like it's thinning into rice paper. I keep imagining that it will get so thin I'll be able to see my muscles and veins. I think, sometimes, that's why Jim left, because he could see right through me." "If it makes you feel any better, I think Sara left because she found out I was empty. It's kind of the same thing." "Maybe this is how all jilted people feel?" "Maybe. Maybe there's just nothing more to people than this. We're all invisible in reality. We just throw clothes on so everyone can see us and we hope they don't look any further than the surface." She paused for a bit, then said, "You really have grown up." "Thanks, I guess." "And here I am revisiting a past most families would be ashamed to admit. I'm supposed to be the wiser one." She got up and I could hear her pad her way back to the door. Her shadow was long, rising up into the wall to the dark of the ceiling. I rolled over and looked. She was wearing a t-shirt, threadbare, and the light from the hallway was silhouetting her body in it. It was quite large, so it was probably Jim's. I could see the curve of her hips, her breasts and the tip of one nipple as she turned back in. "Aunt Karen, I want you to know that it's not because I don't find you attractive." "Yeah, so you say. Fuck, you're thirty, in the prime of your life, probably swimming in hormones, and even you don't want me." "I never said that." "You didn't have to." She closed the door without saying goodnight and I felt terrible for her. Living in a house three times the size of our old family home, with probably a couple of million in the bank, her kids all grown up and out of the way - she would be prime dating material for guys her age. Hell, for guys MY age. And yet, she was the most miserable person I knew. Even more miserable than I was. --- The next day she left for work early, so I humped around the house for a bit, played the piano (which was a beautiful baby grand), watched some TV and then hit the deck with a six pack to watch the gulls. It was a misty day, threatening to move to rain, so I was pretty wet after only a half an hour or so. I liked it, though, and it was warm, so I stayed out as long as I could. By late afternoon, it had dropped a bit in temperature, so I popped back into the hot tub, this time with the heater on, and just rode out the afternoon dozing and listening to the ocean sounds. I hadn't actually just sat like that, with no agenda and no plan, since I started working. Having no future was kind of freeing, in a way. I was still there when Karen came home and I could hear her calling me through the house. She realized I was out on the deck and came out to stand above me, staring out into the ocean. She had black jeans on and a black leather jacket left open. It had enough buckles that I thought it must be a motorcycle jacket, but I couldn't be sure. Underneath the jacket she had on a black turtleneck. With her pale skin and black hair, she looked terrific. "So, back at the scene of the crime, huh?", she said, not looking down. "Yep. It's not so bad by the light of the day. The heater kicks ass. It could rain and I'd be perfectly fine." She glanced down. "Fuck, you're naked." "And somewhat drunk. In my defense, I didn't plan on still being out here when you got home. I kinda got sleepy." "Jesus, you like playing with fire, don't you?", she laughed. "I'm feeling the freedom. No job, giant house, full sized commercial fridge full of food, an exceedingly well stocked liquor cabinet. I could live for months like this before it all ran out." "You can if you want. It's not like you'd break me." "I'd have to go home, eventually." She looked at me oddly, then, and it made me kind of uncomfortable. Even under the foam of the tub, I felt exposed. "Why?", she said, in a matter of fact tone, and turned to go inside. --- We ate at the counter, just some whipped up veggie burgers, and skipped off to check out the Underground. It took us a while to get to Pioneer Square, fighting all the traffic leaving the downtown, but Seattle has some pretty good radio stations and we sang along to a bunch of 80s tunes to keep us occupied. The Underground was off the interstate, which kind of threw me for a loop because I had expected it to be the center of the city, but I guess cities grow and move over time. It probably was the center at one point, just not now. When we got there and clambered down to where the official tour starts, I noticed no one was around at all, which seemed odd. The article had mentioned it was a pretty big tourist attraction for the city, now, and the old ruins had been actually renovated as a result. My aunt led me in by the hand, my eyes still adjusting to the darkness, and started to do her version of the official tour, walking me through the saloon, then the various shop fronts of street and then finally to the gift shop, which was closed. There wasn't a soul in the entire place. I'd love to go on about the buildings, which were amazing, but again, this isn't a tourist story, it's a sex story. Which is where we'll end up. At the gift shop, we turned to go back to the entrance when we heard someone off in the distance. We'd left the door open and someone else had followed us in, inadvertently. They were calling for the tour guide. My aunt pulled me down and whispered into my ear that she pulled some strings during the day to get us access alone and giggled. From their accents, the people were Germans or Dutch and they were clearly afraid to come in, though to their credit, they inched forward tentatively, working their way along the street and calling out in accented English. My aunt grabbed me roughly and dragged me into this little nook of an alley by the gift shop, not much wider that a closet and dark as pitch. She pushed me against the wall of the building and leaned into me. I could feel her breasts against my stomach and her head against my chest. Again, she pulled down my head to her level, which was actually kind of painful. She whispered harshly in my ear. "This is one of the alleys where they would service their clients. Five feet from the street, with people walking right on by. Just that little hitch at that corner hid them from view. The men would hie up under their dresses and drape it around them like a sort of curtain. Some of the women would do a dozen in an hour if they were pretty. I'll bet it stank like sex in here all day long. Sometimes, they'd even share the space if it was busy. Can you imagine four people in here?" I honestly couldn't, but when I tried to tell her that, Karen shushed me and put a hand over my mouth and we both listened. The Germans, surprisingly, hadn't left. The husband was still calling and the wife was dutifully trudging alongside him. You could hear both their sets of feet on the stone. They were about halfway down the street, coming toward us. As she leaned on me, I started to feel her body heat and her breathing, each breath arching her breasts into my stomach, nearly at my belt line. Her hair was up under my chin and I could smell her shampoo. Almost reflexively, I slipped my hand in under her jacket, sliding it along her side to her back. Because she was so short, I brushed her breast on the way through ever so slightly, and I could hear her breathing change. Instantly, I was hard and she noticed it immediately. It's hard not to when it is damn near staring you in the face. I rubbed her back with my right hand, pulling her to me slightly. I could hear her moan and a looked down to see her staring up at me, hungrily, her eyes wide. Her hand dropped from my mouth, slowly. For some reason, I just wanted to kiss her, to take her frigging breath away, so I leaned down and did it. Her mouth was tiny and hot and as we kissed, I could feel her hand on me through my jeans, squeezing. When I felt her tongue, it was my time to moan, and I cupped her breast with my free left hand. She started to work at my zipper with both hands and after a flurry of activity, she had my cock out of my jeans and in her mouth, silently sucking at the tip while she worked the bottom with her hand. I leaned back against the way and looked up, loving every second. Her tiny tongue darted here and there, into the hole, around the edge of the tip and with each change of direction, I thrilled. I was so excited, I had to work to keep from coming. And through it all, those damn Germans kept on coming. Maybe they heard us, maybe they were just stubborn, but they kept on walking and calling as they came. I took my Aunt's head and pulled her off of me, squatting down so that my legs were on either side of hers. I worked her shoes off and then wriggled her jeans down and ultimately off. Her turtleneck hung low past her waist and it was dark as hell, anyway, so I couldn't see anything, but I slid my hand up her thigh until I found heat and wet and slid a couple of fingers in. Unlike girls my age, she didn't shave, and I loved the feel of her bush on my palm as I slid my fingers into and out of her, rocking against her pubis. She had her arms around my neck and her face buried there, gasping into my ear, and was driving herself onto my fingers. As the Germans neared, I picked her wholly off the ground, swiveled around, and pinned her against the wall. Inch by inch, stroke by stroke, I lowered her onto my cock. Like I said, she's a tiny woman and I could tell it hurt her some, so I took it slow. By the time the Germans hit the gift stand, I was in her to the hilt and we were back kissing to keep ourselves from making noise. We whimpered and moaned into each other's mouths, rocking against each other. As the shadows of the tourists from the tiny pot lights began to be visible, I could feel her legs clench against my lower back and she began to come. I did my best to keep her quiet, but in a second, I was coming, too, and everything just swam together. I damn near buckled and dropped us both, but I pushed against the wall with my hips and kept us up. As we sat in the alley, the twinges of our orgasms ticking down in intensity, the shadows turned and fled, a more rapid ticking of their feet echoing down the street on the stones. When the looks on our faces told each other it was safe, we burst into laughter. --- On the ride home on the interstate, I kind of clammed up. I stared out the window and just listened to the music and watched the city roll by. It was a nice night. The mist had cleared and you could see all the buildings of the skyline pretty clearly. Traffic was lighter, now, and the city was winking with a thousand lights. I imagined it as a miniature of the milky way, rife with stars. "I think I know what you meant about Sara." "Huh?" "You haven't said a word since we left. If that's how you were after you guys had sex, I can see why she got a little concerned." I turned to look at her. "That's not my intention. I'm just thinking, is all and when I do, my thoughts kind of drift around a bit. I have a whole world in my head that no one knows about." "That's my next doc: Inside Duncan's Head, a Voyage into the Damned!" When she said it, she laughed, and that laughter sounded like music. She was happy. We drove like that for a bit more and then she said it. I could stay, if I wanted to. It wouldn't be a bother and I could take my time getting a job. In fact, I wouldn't even need to, really. I looked out the window again and thought for a bit. Far away, a ship hooted its horn and I loved the sound. Seattle really is a nice city, when you get right down to it.