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Aunt Lapine

By: Kitschshaman



I don't know how to explain how or why I first started loving my Aunt Lapine, but I have every since that rainy day in the chill of early April of my awakening year, and probably always will. 

She was there when Father was killed in the war in November and again for good the following April when Mother disappeared. The authorities dumped me on her door one rainy night, a skinny bedraggled boy of 18, shivering in the threadbare clothes I'd run away in and a cardboard suitcase holding everything I owned. 

She, like an angel with raven hair, took me in. I staggered into her front hall and sat down on the hardwood of the huge stair in the stupor of fatigue whilst she spoke to the policeman who had dropped me off. I heard the heavy door close and rain outside her parlor windows showing the world clean. I heard the click of her heels on the hardwood floor then felt a towel go around my shoulders and her hand on my arm. "Come on Honey; let's get some hot food in you."

She led me to the kitchen to sit at the long wooden table. I huddled, wrapped up in the towel, smelling the clean terrycloth as I clutched it around my neck and then a steaming bowl of hearty Brunswick stew and home made bread clattered on the table in front of me. I shoveled it down. Cold exposure to the natural world makes a body primitive and I didn't stop until the bowl was empty. After I was so tired I just could not keep my eyes open. I barely heard her, in my sleepy stupor, say 'You'll need a bath before you get into bed.' And she led me up to her bathroom, ran a steaming hot tub and turned to me. 

I was so tired I could not speak and hardly knew what she was doing as she removed my clothes. My shoes had come off at the door, so it was first socks, then trousers, then shirt, then she stripped my underwear from me. "Mmmm." She took my hand. 'Come on, Honey, get in.'

She led me over to the claw-footed tub and I stepped in and eased myself down in the hot sandalwood soapy water. I'd never felt a sea-sponge on my skin before, but in her hands it was something special. She soaped it up, ran it over my shoulders, chest and back, then down under the water to my bottom. The last felt especially good, for some reason, feeling her scrub me there felt so loving, so warm and I must have moaned just a little.

"You like that, do you?" She laughed, low and musical, and rolled up the arms of her blouse.

She always dressed in the same kind of clothing, loose simple blouses with long sleeves, loose calf length skirts that swirled when she walked and low simple shoes. I asked her once why she didn't wear high heels and she said she liked to keep her balance and her ankles intact, thank you very much. Her clothes were not 'revealing' but her healthy bosom and small waist made that simple skirt and blouse look like she belonged in line with the Rockettes.

After she rolled up her sleeves to above her elbows, she soaped up the sponge again and started work on my legs and worked her way up, slowly. I was so tired that when the sponge slowly rubbed and scrubbed my cock and balls, all I was aware of was how relaxing it was and how wonderful her hands were, how much love they contained. 

She drew me up, rinsed me off with the hand shower and dried me, then wrapped me up in a towel. She slid her arm around my waist, guided me out of the tub and into her bedroom.

"Come, nephew, come to bed."

She sat me on the bed, then took the towel from me, grasped my feet and slid me around under the covers. I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I awakened the next morning, to soft light and the sound of rain, and my body felt warmer than it ever had in the morning. Usually I awakened cold, shivering even under thick comforters. Then I felt arms around me and soft skin against my back. 

"Awake, are we?"

I lifted my head from the pillow and looked backwards over my shoulder. "Auntie Lap?"

"Yes, Darling." She hugged me, her arms wrapped around me, her body pressed against my back. I could feel her breasts, soft and smooth skin on my skin. "You seemed like you needed a little help warming up last night."

A warm shiver tingled my entire body. "I don't remember anything after my head hit the pillow." This was too strange and wonderful. I was actually feeling my aunt's naked body against mine, snuggled up and warm and my cock hardened immediately. "Umm ... thank you for the warmth."

"You're welcome. It was nice, actually, to sleep with someone again. Your Uncle Rubin was mostly a bit of a cold fish, but he did keep me warm at night. It's been years since I've slept with anyone ... I hope you don't mind?"

"Oh no, not at all. It's nice to wake up like this." Wake up like this indeed. My cock was growing by leaps and bounds and I was afraid it was going to touch where her arms were wrapped around me any second. I knew she was my aunt and she had kept her nephew warm last night, but my response to her was ... I was afraid that even though we were both naked that she would not respond well to my cock being hard, even if it was for her. I had no idea of her protocol; she was my aunt and I had no idea if she knew or would like the effect she was having on me.

"Wake up like what, Graham? Like this?" and her hands, both of them, slid down to my cock and gripped it.

I could not help but moan. "Oh, Auntie Lap ... I'm sorry I just couldn't help ... it's .... "

"I know, Darling." Her lips touched my ear as she whispered into it. "You're a young man and young men wake up with erections, don't they? Young men just wake up hard, it's a fact of life."

I was in no condition to argue, my cock throbbed as she gripped and squeezed.

She whispered into my ear again. "How long has it been since you've cum, Darling?" She drew a towel over me underneath the covers, tucked it in around my hips and resumed her stroking. "How long?"

Truth be told, it had been weeks, weeks that I'd been on the road, hiding in ditches, stealing food and huddling in abandoned houses for shelter, then in the youth services camp till they'd found my aunt, then the drive out. 

"It's been a long while." 

I couldn't believe this was happening, I was rapidly losing control, the cum rising quickly. I was so aware, my nerves wired to fever pitch to her breasts against my back, her long arms wrapped around me, her long fingers wrapped around my cock, but then her other hand reached down and gripped my balls. The exquisite pain stopped my rising cum, it eased off, but I moaned and could not help but moved my hips, grinding just a little into her hands.

"There, you're a good boy, let's take our time. Just lie back against me and relax."

I tried to reach around and touch her but she pushed my hands away.

"No, Honey. Let me. Always let me and do what I tell you. Shhh, lay quiet now, just lay quiet."

So I lay there, twitching, trembling, my cock hair-trigger ready to explode, paused on the edge of the abyss. 

She lay completely still behind me, not moving a muscle, hardly breathing, until my breathing returned to something like normal. "That's good, you are a good boy, just relax."

"It's kinda hard ... I mean to do."

"Yes, Honey, I know. Listen to the rain."

So I tried. Thunder echoed outside the window, rumbling in the distance. I had never heard the rain like this, I felt like I could hear every drop hit every leaf of every tree outside the window. 

"Listen to the rain."

And her hands once again reached around me and gently took my cock in her hands. She slowly slid her fingers around it and her other hand caressed my balls gently and oddly I thought of Captain Queeg from the Caine Mutiny with her hands rolling my balls around. 

"Put your hands underneath you, Darling, under your bottom so they won't wander around where they shouldn't."

I did as she asked. It prevented me from touching her, prevented me from putting my hands on her in any way and she seemed to enjoy that, she laughed, a low musical laugh as she ran her hand over my cockhead. "Oh Honey, you're very drippy, I like that at lot."

I had no words to answer her with, I could only moan and offer unintelligible primitive sounds, for I was too far gone in the throes of primal passion, my world had focused completely on how she felt behind me, how her hands felt dancing over my cock and how hard it was to hold back any longer. She seemed to know ... her hand gripped me harder, she pumped and I felt her lips against my ear. "Now, Baby, now ... let it go, give Auntie your cum ... give all of it, let it gush, yessss, like that."

And I did, I came like a fountain, coating my stomach, my chest underneath the towel, which kept my cum from flying all over the place, but eventually it subsided and it was all I could do was to lay back against her and gasp, my cock, now only half hard in her beautiful hand and tremble, my balls aching from being pressurized and then pumped dry.

She wiped me dry with the towel, held it to her face and drew in a deep breath, then smiled. "That's a good boy. I'll be back in just a minute. You sleep now, Darling."

With that she ran one hand along my cheek, kissed my forehead and slid out of bed. 

I slept, but I dreamed of her. Little did I know that in the next few weeks the dreams and more would become very, very real. 

Aunt Lapine Ch. 02



I stayed with Auntie Lapine at her mountain farm for a few years. I'd missed my opportunity to go to college, but she ran a quite successful herb and vegetable farm and I slowly learned not only how to dig in the earth and care for living things, but the business, how to handle customers and how to work.

That's not all I learned. 

As an eighteen year old hard bundle of lusts, I'd never had an outlet for passion. I was horny as they came and every girl I'd come in contact with seemed to sense that and had avoided me like the plague. The girls I had known were expert in giving hints of promises, but when the flower of desire they had teased bloomed into full blown lust they had run like startled deer. 

That first early morning I had arrived, a suffering, skinny, and hungry eighteen year old kid, she had stroked my cock and was warm-hearted and tender and accepting at how I felt. After such blessed relief I had finally slept, dreaming of impossible pleasures with her. 

I awakened long after. I heard, out the screened window, a stream tumbling over rocks. Though the rain of the night before had stopped, the scent of rain lingered in the air.

As I tried to think about what had happened, her touch on my cock felt more and more like a dream. I'd never felt such acceptance and frankly, didn't know how to handle it. That kind of acceptance was so far out of my experience that the only possible thought that made any sense was that she had probably caressed me out of pity. That meant I had no right to ever expect it was to ever happen again. A one-time deal. I was such a pent-up bundle of lust that I thought that no female could or would ever truly accept it or take joy in it. I resolved to take care of my own passions, to take my unrepentant cock in hand. I could dream of my sweet Auntie Lap in my youthful lust, but not to burden her with it.

She proved me wrong. 

So very wrong. 

Clothes were laid out for me on the chair beside the bed. Jeans and work shirt, but no underwear. I'd always worn underwear, but there was nothing else in the room and no sign of my other clothes. I pulled on the jeans. It felt a little strange not to have my briefs holding everything tightly in place. Good, but strangely cool and free and my cock swelled a little. No, I thought, I cannot think like that, I can't go around with a hard throbbing cock in front of Auntie Lap all the time. I forced my mind away from lust and padded barefoot downstairs to the living room. 

Her house was a two story rustic log cabin, filled with strong furniture and warm furnishing. A stone fireplace dominated the room and books lined the walls.

I followed the sound of her voice into the kitchen. 

She was leaning against the kitchen counter, talking on the phone. "Yes, Jean, we have plenty of rosemary for you, just finished weeding it today. Now much do you need?" She smiled at me then turned and leaned over the counter to write out details on an order pad.

My heart stopped in my throat at the sight of her bottom stretching the material of her work jeans and her full breasts swinging under her loose thin shirt. She was backlit from the sun streaming in through the windows behind and I thought I could see her nipples lightly dragging against the countertop. 

I couldn't breathe. I'd never seen anything like her; she had the loveliest figure I'd ever seen. Beautifully curved hips, tiny waist encircled by a wide leather belt and the thin work shirt, shirtsleeves rolled up just past her elbows. 

My heart started jumping so hard I thought my chest was going to explode. I didn't know ... or didn't want to admit to myself ... that I had just fallen deeply in love.

She turned to me and smiled, her eyes dancing. "Hi there, Sleepyhead. Come on in and sit down, your eggs are ready."

I padded over to the table and sat. "What time is it?"

"After ten, Honey. I've already been up and fed the animals and weeded the rosemary." She reached over and rumpled my hair. "You're gonna earn your keep around here y'know."

When she brought me the eggs and leaned over me to set down the plate I could not help but look down her open shirt collar at her full smooth breasts, hanging free, her nipples standing and perfect. My cock immediately throbbed and I was glad to be sitting down at the table with it safely hidden from view. I could smell the rosemary on her, breathed deeply and remembered, actual tactile memory of her touch, how her hands had felt that morning, how she had squeezed my cock. 

"Graham?"

"What?" I jerked up out of my reverie and looked at her, which could have been a mistake, because I was instantly lost in her deep blue eyes. 

Her dimples appeared. "This morning wasn't enough for you, was it? Not enough to diminish your desires?"

"I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do with it." I looked down, ashamed. "I just don't know what to do."

"I'll just have to teach you then. The eggs will keep." She grasped my hand. "Come on."

She led me back up the stairs and up the second set of stairs out to a sleeping porch on the top floor. It was an open screened room, complete with bed and desk and chair.

I stepped up behind her and slid my arms around her slender waist but she grasped my hands and pushed my hands back, and held them back behind me. "No, keep your hands behind you. Let me, Honey." She released my hands then turned and smiled. "Always let Auntie."

My heart swelled at her smile, but I was confused as I'd ever been as she leaned back against the table. She looked at me, up and down, her eyes coming to rest on my tented jeans. Her hand rubbed her stomach. 

I could not take my eyes off her. 

"I was going to wait until tonight, but since you very apparently need more attention than you got this morning, this will be your first lesson."

"Lesson?"

"Yes. You see, Honey, there's nothing wrong with the lust you feel. I feel it too, it's just that ... " her hands unbuttoned her thin cotton shirt, "you just need a little training." Her hand slid under the thin material and hefted her breast. Her fingers slowly passed back and forth across her nipples and they grew larger under her touch. "You need ... private lessons. You must do exactly as I say, how I say to do it and when I say to do it. I won't hurt you in any way, though you may be ... frustrated at times. And no one must ever know. Understand?"

"No." I shook my head. "But I'll do as you say."

"Good boy. Now take off your trousers."

"But I don't have on any underwear. There wasn't any on the chair this morning."

"There wasn't supposed to be." Her voice dropped half an octave. "I'm sure you noticed ... I never wear any. You did notice, didn't you?"

It was true. I had seen her full curves and beautiful nipples when I'd looked down her blouse. I nodded, slowly.

"Good boy. Now, take them down. I want to watch you. It's not often I get a leggy young lion like you to watch. Take them down." She inhaled and I saw her nipples push hard against the blue cloth of her shirt. "Take them down now."

I fumbled at my belt, let my jeans fall and stepped clear of them. My cock stuck out hard, rampant and already dripping. My face was, I'm sure, as red as it could be, because I felt it burning hot at my Auntie Lap's eyes glued to my cock. 

She unbuttoned the front of her jeans and slid her hand down the front. Her fingers dug down between her legs. "Now, sweet boy, take that hard cock of yours in hand. I want to watch you, do you understand that? It excites me to watch you, hard, in all your glory, standing up like that because I know it's for me. Look at me, Darling. Don't take your eyes off mine, just ... grip your cock and look at me."

I did. An involuntary moan escaped my lips at the sight of her eyes boring into me, her eyes lit and burning as her gaze traveled down to my hand on my cock. 

She dug deeper with her hand and moaned. "Yesss, that's my young man." Her hips ground at her fingers as she watched me. "There will be times when I'll make you stop ... make you hold back until you think you just won't be able to stand it ... " her voice took on a quiet husky ethereal quality. "Times I'll make my young man hold back his cum until he thinks he's going to explode. Times like," Her eyes half closed as she gazed at my cock. "Now. Stop. Stop and grab your bottom. Grip it hard."

I moaned but I did as she asked. My cock stuck out, rampant. Clear sticky liquid oozed from the head and dripped on the wooden floor.

"Oh yes. Stay like that, stay just like that." Her voice trailed off and her fingers dug in deeper and her voice hardened a bit. "Graham honey ... such a beautiful sight, your hard cock dripping on my floor ... but I should not torture you too much too soon ... so," she lifted her eyes to mine, "I want to watch you cum."

I gasped, not believing what I was hearing.

"But I want you to cum ... in this." She sat in the chair at the desk, reached into the drawer behind her and drew out what I can only describe as a device. It had a squeeze bulb, a conical funnel and a bottle attached to it. She squeezed the bulb on it. "It's originally made to express milk, to suck milk out of a woman's breasts ... " she held the funnel part up to her breast to illustrate, "I even use it on myself sometimes, but ... I've found it useful for ... young men ... who are eager to give me their cream. You are eager, aren't you, my Graham?"

A stone statue would have nodded then. "Oh yes, Auntie. Where ... how ... do you want me?" My voice croaked, undependable.

She smiled. "Right in front of Auntie. Come here, stand right in front of Auntie and pump your hard young cock. And," she almost purred as she said it, "make sure you tell me when you're going to cum."

I did just as she asked. I stepped up close to her and squeezed my cock right in front of her face. 

"Oh my, Graham. You are growing into such a ... fine man." Her hand between her legs dug deeper and her hips ground into her own fingers. "Yes, that's it, my young one ... pump your cock for your Auntie Lap."

I did. I gripped and pumped and moaned. My balls slapped against my hands and thighs, clear liquid oozed from the head of my cock. I could feel cum boil in my balls. "Oh Auntie, I'm so close ..."

"Now stop. Hold you hand very, very still. Squeeze him real hard right behind the head, don't let go but don't move." 

I stopped and gripped my cock as hard as possible. I could feel the precum slick on my fingers. I could not catch my breath; my moans came out in short primal staccato bursts. 

She smiled at me, her hand stopped moving and I could see her nipples pushing out strong against the blue fabric of her shirt. "Just feel that, baby. Feel the edge, feel how good that feels just to hang there on the edge with all that beautiful lust coursing through your body."

"Oh god, Auntie ..." were the only words I could gasp. I burned inside, liquid lava bursting in my balls all the way up through my stoppered cockhead.

She smiled more widely, lifted the pumping device up to the head of my cock and pumped the bulb. Suction pulled at my cockhead.

"Now baby ... put your hands behind you and grip your bottom." She gripped the head of my cock herself to hold it to the funnel while she pumped the bulb again. "Now cum for me ... give your cum to Auntie ... you can cum now." Her eyes bored into mine. "Now, Graham. Now."

I let go.

It surged from me, gushing into the bottle. She pumped the bulb as hard as she could but some of it still dripped down onto her jeans. She pumped harder, gripped my cock harder to maintain the seal.

I moaned, long and loud, the flow a fresh fountain streaming, coursing through and out of me. After more spurts and pumps than I could count, I ran out of cum, out of energy ... and sank to the floor.

She gracefully slid of the chair and followed, still gripping my cock, still pumping until there was no more flow.

Then she laughed. I had been laughed at by girls before, but this was different, so different. I could tell from the delicious musical sound that it wasn't at me: it was not a laugh of ridicule. It was a laugh of pure joy. "Oh honey, we are going to have lots of fun, you and I. See how much you came?" She held up the bottle and swirled it. My white cum slid thickly around the bottom of the jar. "You have quite a capacity, my young nephew. I'll bet you've been pumping yourself for a long time, haven't you? When was the first time? How long?"

"I ... don't remember. I mean ever since I can remember."

"I'll just bet you have." She rubbed my spilled cum into the denim on her jean clad knees, then licked the tips of her fingers. "But now, you need breakfast." She swirled my cum in the bottle again. "And now that I have cream, I need coffee," She smiled wide, brilliant and beautiful and caressed my cheek. I could smell something sweet and exotic and realized it was her juice on her fingers. Even drained as I was, my cock still throbbed at the scent. 

"I have a lot of work for you to do, young man. This isn't the only exercise you'll get around here. Come on, let's get to it." She stood, closed up her clothes and strode out of the room. 

I was satiated, so empty I could barely manage to stumble to my feet. This living with my Auntie was going to either make me stronger and happier than I'd ever been ... or it was going to kill me. 

I couldn't wait to find out which.