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Four Aunts in Autumn Pt. 01

By: TheArchemist



Part 1: Bess

(Author's note: Please comment with your thoughts and criticism. This is my first erotic story.)

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I was born under the oppressive Floridian sun, a place where your thoughts get muddied by the heat in dangerous ways. When I was fairly young, my dad's job took him up north to Michigan, where I learned to think clearly. Real seasonal weather, nearly six months of it being cold, forces your mind and body into fervent, calculated action. I thought the move had marked the end of those muddied, irrational thoughts.

In the Fall of my nineteenth birthday, my family decided to take a trip back down to the sunshine state, to visit some family.

Here, some background is needed:

I have four aunts, three on my dad's side and one on my mom's. Since our family had been pretty close, physically and socially, I spent a lot of time with them when I was very young. I figure that's probably why, as I went through puberty, I began to have increasingly sexual thoughts about each of them. They're all extremely beautiful women, none of them much older than forty, and they've been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies for as long a I've *had* masturbatory fantasies.

Bess, Suz, Raini, and Viv--those are their names.

Anyway, the real story began when I sat in my room in Michigan, packing for the flight later that afternoon. As I thought about the trip, my thoughts had obviously wandered across my four aunts, and as I sat there, cross-legged and contemplative, the strangest thought entered my mind. What if... I asked myself. What if I actually formulated some sort of plan that would allow me to have sex with one or more of my aunts? I'm a reasonably smart person, and I've always been pretty good at manipulating people through careful suggestion...

That was the first recurrence of the muddied thoughts of my youth, and though I recognized it as such, I couldn't help but think: what would such a plan be?

In a flash of irrational inspiration, I had it! I would write up a cleverly-worded sex questionnaire and present it to each of my aunts under the guise of a school project! I was a Classics major, but for all they knew I could've majored in Psychology or Social Studies, which would make the story all the more plausible.

So, with this somewhat ridiculous plan in hand, I actually set about writing up the questionnaire. I won't get into the guts of it here, but suffice it to say that it contained some rather incisive questions about personal sexual preferences and technique. When the thing was finished, I had a good laugh and masturbated, fantasizing about what it would be like if my plan actually worked. Afterward, I finished packing my things. I even stuffed the questionnaire in there, albeit with no intention of actually *using* it...

The following is an account of exactly how that simple flight of fancy took over my mind and body, and forced me into one of the greatest Autumn vacations of my life.

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FOUR AUNTS IN AUTUMN, PART 1: BESS __________________________________________________

The flight from Detroit to Orlando takes a good two or three hours, so I had plenty of time to sit and run little simulations in my head. I mostly did this to reassure and convince myself of just how stupid my little plan really was. There were so many things that could--no, *would*--go wrong. Any woman in her right mind, presented with such an inappropriate set of questions from her own nephew would surely reject him and scorn him, maybe even tell his parents...

And yet, as you have surely deduced, astute reader, I could not let the idea go.

After our plane landed, the first order of business was to rent a car and get to my grandmother's condominium, which was about an hour's drive further south. Without incident, we arrived at about midnight, pulled into the underground parking garage, and took the elevator up to the nearly two-million dollar condo.

Now, my grandparents were currently on a cruise halfway around the world, so it wasn't them who greeted us and let us into the place. Instead, it was my aunt Bess.

Once again, a little background is in order:

My aunt Bess is my mom's older sister, and her only sister. There had been some bad blood between them at one time because aunt Bess had married an ex-boyfriend of my mom's. As a result, mom didn't let her come around much during my adolescence, which probably just served to intensify my sexual passion and desire for her. However, that guy had recently kicked the can, so things were strangely cooling off between the two sisters.

Lucky for me, because aunt Bess' presence at the condo turned out to be the catalyst for some of the most irrational yet inspired decisions I have ever made.

My immediate family, as you can imagine, were pretty tired at this point, and decided to hit the hay. I myself, however, being a nineteen-year-old powerhouse of energy, wasn't anywhere near ready to go to sleep. Instead, I grabbed some grub from the kitchen and laid myself up comfortably in the spacious living room, watching some late-night anime.

As it happens, aunt Bess was apparently not tired either, and after changing out of her formal work-jacket and attachments, entered the living room clad in a rather revealing set of borderline-lingerie pajamas.

To further set the scene, I should describe her appearance at the time in detail:

Her hair was straight and cut up to her chin, a slightly darker brown color than my mom's, and framed a set of gorgeous grey eyes. Her facial features, while also similar to my mother's, had a certain fullness and amiable sexuality about them that is difficult to describe. Her body was reasonably fit, though not without a healthy amount of weight to it that a comfortable life afforded her. Her breasts, clearly defined underneath her black-and-purple pajama bra, were full and without even the slightest sign that gravity was taking its toll. Probably her most defining sexual feature in my mind however, was her large, round, firm ass. Her sleek, curving back somehow melted perfectly into one of the sexiest hind-ends I have ever laid eyes on.

Anyway, back to the story.

As I sat there in my plain t-shirt and cargo pants, laid-back in a recliner in front of the big-screen TV, I saw her come in the room. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her outfit, and I'm amazed that I didn't haul off and cream my pants right then and there. I did my best to keep cool and focus on the show.

(To make matters humorously uncomfortable, the show playing was the episode of Cowboy Bebop entitled "Jupiter Jazz, Part 2." If you're at all familiar with the show, you'll recall a scene in which Faye confronts Gren in the shower, only to find out a little secret of his. Sexual tension abounds.)

Then, the strangest thing happened that took me completely off guard. From behind me, I heard aunt Bess say, "Hey, you."

As the show went to a commercial, I turned around to face her. "Oh! Hey, aunt Bess," I said, acting as if I hadn't seen her enter. She was sitting on a large sofa behind me, legs crossed sensually. She sipped at what looked like a martini, smiling amiably at me.

"It's been a long time since we've chatted," she went on, not making even the slightest indication that she'd noticed my discomfort. "Y'know, just the two of us. How're ya doin' kiddo?"

I gulped dryly in an idiotic betrayal of my inner turmoil. "Oh, you know," I began, unsure of what to say. "This and that."

"This and that, hmm?" She took another sip and kept on grinning. "Hey, why don't you come over here," she said, patting the couch.

Like a man possessed, I got up wordlessly and sat where she indicated. As I did so, she draped an arm round my shoulder, sending bolts of lightning down my spine. When I worked up the courage to look her in the face, I was met by that same maddeningly sexy smile. I turned my gaze back to the TV as smoothly as I could manage.

"How's Michigan treating you?" she said, once again breaking the ice.

"Not too bad," I said.

"Made any good friends?"

"Not really."

"Really? Not even a girlfriend?"

My back stiffened at that sentence. Aunt Bess laughed and said, "You don't have to get so embarrassed!" When I didn't respond, she went on, "Well, I'm sorry to hear you haven't found anyone you can connect with yet."

As she said this, I turned to look at her again. Her expression had turned very maternal and empathetic. Somehow, in that instant, I was able to relax.

Noticing my sudden change in composure, she smiled again and said, "How's college going?"

That was it. Something deep inside my ego snapped as she spoke those words, and any doubts I may have had were dashed away. I was going to do it.

"Actually," I said, rising to walk over to my bag, "I've got a little project I'm supposed to do for Psych class that you might be able to help me with."

Intrigued, she cocked an eyebrow and asked, "What, like a survey?"

"Something like that," I replied, retrieving the questionnaire and a pencil from my bag. I walked back across the room and sat next to her again, handing her the paper and pencil.

She laid her martini down on the glass coffee table in front of us and began to read the thing. My heart beat at a thousand miles per hour and I spoke to alleviate the sudden rush of adrenaline: "I thought it was kind of inappropriate, but I'm supposed to have women fill it out, and you're one of the few--"

She raised a hand to let me know it was alright, though her expression grew increasingly amused as she read on. I sat in silence after that, waiting as she checked off various things. I couldn't believe it. She was actually doing it! She was actually filling the ridiculous thing out! She hadn't even shouted at me or scolded me for being so forward.

She bit her lip as she reached the last question, apparently deep in thought. Then, she lowered the paper and looked at me.

I gulped and said, "W-what is it? If you think it's too raunchy you can tear it up and we'll just forget I--"

"No, it's not anything like that," she said, a little hint of a smirk on her face. "It's just that, well..." For the first time that night, she was the one struggling with her inhibitions. I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. Finally, she started back, "It's just..."

"What?" I said, perhaps a little too eagerly.

She looked me straight in the eye now, biting the bullet, and said: "This last question, 'what is your favorite position?' is sort of hard to answer."

Hearing her read that question instantly solidified my erection.

"See," she went on, "Even when Daniel was alive, we didn't really *do it* that much. He didn't really have any passion for that sort of thing, y'know?"

I tried to appear as understanding as possible, what with my raging hard-on and all.

"So I really don't remember if I even *had* a favorite position. But..."

"But what?"

"Well," she said, blushing deeply. "Your parents are way off on the other side of the condo, and I sort of...locked them in for the night."

My eyes widened. She smiled that same sexy smile and gave me a little wink.

"So instead of answering this last question on paper," she started, leaning a little closer to me with each word, "I think I should just show you."

In that instant, our lips collided. All of my fears had been whisked away, and I was completely taken into the moment. We kissed each other deeply. I rested my hands first on the back of her head and neck, then worked my way down to her bra straps. She pressed her breasts against my chest, as if to tell me to go ahead.

I did. I had never unfastened a bra in my life, but this one came off before I even knew what I was doing. Our tongues continued to dance around each other, only pausing so she could pull my shirt off over my head. I continued to remove what little clothing she had on by slipping her panties off while continuing our kiss. She removed my pants and underwear in kind, and before I knew it he was giving me the sexiest, wettest, deepest blowjob I had ever imagined.

She was unperturbed by the untrimmed hair around the base of my cock, and proceeded to work her tongue around the head in circles as she took me into her mouth, over and over again. Eventually, once she had sufficiently lubricated things, she ran my dick between her breasts, pressing them together around my aching manhood.

As she did this, she spoke in the most sultry voice I had ever imagined she could produce: "Yes, baby, aunt Bess is sucking your cock! Can you believe it?"

I shook my head, not daring to speak.

"Well, you'd better believe it," she said, laughing ecstatically, stroking my dick in one hand while running her other hand across my abs. I wasn't particularly muscular, but she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

After what seemed an impossibly long bout of slobbery cock sucking, she rose to kiss me again. This time I took charge and laid her down on the huge sofa, sliding the underside of my cock along her unshaven pussy. I kissed her face and her neck and worked my way down to her tits, fondling and suckling at them like a child. She giggled and wrapped her legs around my shoulders and I kissed every inch of her, all the way down to her pussy, where I began licking and sucking at her clit.

As I wet down on her, she instructed me in that sexy voice of hers as to just what she liked. Following her guide, I licked and fingered her into oblivion. I would have been concerned about the sound of her moaning and screaming if the condo wasn't quite as big as it was.

Since the place *was* as big as it was, she could scream and curse and laugh and grunt to her heart's content.

"Lick my clit, baby! Fucking make me cum! Oh my God!" she was saying, among a thousand other things that drove my cock insane.

I obliged her in the end, and as I brought her to a climax her pussy gushed fluid all over my face and hands. I rose back up to her eye level as she convulsed with ecstasy and wrapped her arms and legs around me once again.

Once she regained her composure to a certain degree, she leaned her forehead against mine, and whispered: "Baby?"

"Yeah?" I said, panting.

"I want to ride your cock until you cum."

I kissed her deeply, and without another word, she flipped me over on my back and slid my dick into her pussy, burying me to the hilt.

I was balls-deep in her soaking-wet pussy juices, and fucked upward as she came down on me. She slid up to the head and all the way back down to the base with every stroke. I felt her orgasm several more times as we went at it like animals. Sweat dripped off of her bouncing boobs as she pumped her hips back and forth, squealing and moaning with pure ecstasy.

I was thoroughly amazed at just how long I'd lasted. It must have been the nerves, or my intense desire to pace myself and perform like a champ that had kept me going for over an hour.

Finally, as she writhed through another orgasm, pressing her tits against my chest and kissing me all over while her pussy continued to bounce up and down on my cock, she said, "I want your jizz inside me, darling!"

I hesitated for an instant. She went on, "Don't worry; I won't get pregnant. I want you to feel your fucking essence plow its way through me! I want you to feel like I've felt a hundred times tonight!"

That was all the encouragement I needed. As I felt my load swelling up inside me, I wrapped my hands around that perfect, tight ass of hers and fucked her pussy like there was no tomorrow, like she was the sexiest woman in the world. And she was, that night.

As I pounded her pussy like never before, stroking her sexy, bouncing, jiggling ass, we both came together. My cum shot out out of me and into her pussy like a fucking blowdart. It was the single best orgasm I had ever had up until that point in my life, and I was amazed that it didn't split her in two.

Her pussy juices flooded down over my cock as she salivated and kissed me as deeply as ever.

"I love you, baby. I fucking *love* you for this," she muttered, breathing heavily.

We lay there together for the rest of the night. Keeping each other warm with our combined body heat, we lay there watching TV until we both fell asleep.

I felt her kiss me the next morning as she woke, but wasn't quite fully awake myself. A little while later, she kissed me again, and this time it stirred me completely.

"Hey, you," she said, winking at me. She had her normal everyday jacket and skirt on now, and I could smell cinnamon coming from the kitchen. "You hungry?"

As I rose to eat breakfast, I noticed that she had put my shirt and pants back on.

"Oh," she said, noticing that I'd noticed. "Yeah, I didn't feel right waking you, you were sleeping so soundly. Your parents got up to go to some waterpark or something, so I just slipped those back on you and told them they'd better let you sleep."

She smiled and winked at me again, presenting me with a plate full of cinnamon rolls. I thanked her profusely, for everything. She just smiled and blew me a kiss from across the table.

We made conversation for the rest of the morning, but my thoughts were elsewhere. The plan had been a success, moreso than I had ever fantasized. That meant, in a week, when we headed off to visit aunt Suz and her family...

I could barely contain my excitement.

Four Aunts in Autumn Pt. 02



Part 2: Caren and Suz

(Author's note: Yeah, I know how long it's been since I posted the first part. Sorry 'bout that. I went on an actual Fall vacation (no, it did not involve passionate lovemaking with my aunts :P) and that kinda ate up a lot of time. It was fun, though! ^^

Anyway, this next part, as you may have discerned from the title, actually includes two sex scenes. One of them involves aunt Suz, as promised, but the other has to do with someone else. It still counts as incest, if that's what you like in your erotic stories, but I just thought I'd warn you in case you only want to hear about Suz. She's in the second half.

As always, comments and constructive criticism are appreciated.)

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FOUR AUNTS IN AUTUMN, PART 2: Caren and Suz

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The rest of the week had passed, and we were getting ready to head out. My parents had already gathered up their stuff and were waiting for me in the parking garage. I had lagged behind a bit purposely, to thank aunt Bess again for her hospitality, and to give her a proper farewell.

Many women had kissed me goodbye before, but this was the first time the kiss had lasted more than a fraction of a second.

When we were finally able to pry ourselves apart, she handed me a roll of papers. I unfurled them to see what they were, and was momentarily confused. She had made me three clean copies of the survey. When I realized what this meant, I started to speak, but was cut off.

"You don't have to say anything," she said. "Your parents are probably getting impatient."

Slightly stunned, I walked away, toward the elevator.

"Good luck!" she called after me, with a sly grin on her face.

I spent the several hour long drive to aunt Suz's house with a feeling of new found confidence. I wondered if everyone felt this way after their first time with a woman, or if it had to do with the personal conquest my own first time had entailed. In any case, I was eager to present one of the clean copies of my survey to aunt Suz. To pass the time, I scribbled my guesses as to what she would answer in small handwriting under each question. I was more than ready for this.

Finally, we pulled into Suz's neighborhood.

I gazed out the window as we rumbled down the dirt road, eager to catch a glimpse of my dad's youngest sister. She had been known to walk around wearing nothing but a revealing bikini on hot days like this.

One time, when my buddy Jamal and I had been swimming in her pool, she came out in one of her sexiest swimsuits to tell us something. As she left, the two of us watched her walk away, her perfectly tanned ass jiggling as she went. Jamal had turned to me and gave me a look that clearly said, "What I wouldn't give to tap that ass..."

I had responded with a look of my own, that said, "I concur, good sir."

Back in the present, I spotted Suz coming out of her house to greet us. As I expected, she wore nothing more than a tight-fitting blue bikini. Her breasts, while not as large as Bess', were well proportioned to her body, and her bikini top barely covered her nipples. She brushed long, brown hair out of her face as she came to tap on my window.

"Hey, y'all!" she said, as I rolled the window down. She had a thick southern accent, which I won't try too hard to faithfully reproduce here. "Wow, Tony. I barely recognized you. You want me to give you a haircut?"

I had expected a comment like that. She ran a little hair salon business out of her house, and I had grown my hair out fairly long since she had last seen me.

She laughed and thumped me on the chest, saying, "I'm just messin' with ya. Looks good on you."

It wasn't unusual to get comments like that from any of my aunts, but her enthusiasm, coupled with that accent of hers, always turned me on. When her eyes momentarily locked with mine, it almost felt like she could read my mind, and persuse the many and varied fantasies I had been having about her.

We got all the usual pleasantries and greetings out of the way without incident. She led us into the house and showed us where we'd be sleeping. As usual, my parents would occupy the single guest room, and I would sleep upstairs, in the entertainment room.

Now, Aunt Suz and her husband had two kids together. Their son was named Benjamin Johnson, or B.J. for short, and their daughter was named Caren. B.J. was about twelve or so, and Caren had just turned eighteen the previous summer.

It was partially because of this that I took notice of how much of a young woman Caren had become.

We first ran across each other on that first day, when she came home from a friend's house. I was lounging about in the family room, watching TV and snacking on some corn chips, when Caren walked in. She feigned a double-take at the sight of her older cousin.

"Tony! Wow, you've changed," she said, hugging me.

She wore a tight-fitting t-shirt which accentuated the curvature of her body, and a short miniskirt. When she hugged me, her breasts pressed against my chest, sending tingles down my spine. They were oddly full and large for her age, probably a symptom of good genes from her mom.

She sat down next to me, and I draped an arm over her shoulders, affectionately.

"Not in a bad way, though," she continued, flashing me a pretty little smile.

I grinned back, saying, "You too." I ran my hand down her back, gently.

"Don't get too weird, Casanova," she said, lifting my arm away.

Unphased, I went on: "You've really...filled out."

She blushed slightly, punching me in the shoulder. "You're such a goofy guy," she said. "But thanks... I think."

We sat watching TV together and catching up on each other's lives. Any time she looked at the TV, I looked at her. Everything about her--from her tight little ass, to her sleek figure, to the freckles on her face leftover from the summer--seemed to be screaming at me, begging me to make love to her.

She caught me staring once and gave me another good punch. She seemed to think I was just kidding around, which was just as well.

Later, we went swimming.

My parents were in the house, chatting with my aunt and uncle, while us kids went for a swim in their above-ground pool. When I had first come out on the deck and spotted Caren floating on a raft in the middle of the pool, wearing a swimsuit as skimpy as her mother's, I dove in immediately to hide my erection. If B.J. hadn't been swimming with us, I don't know if I could have kept myself from pulling her into the water and fucking her right there.

As it was, I had to satisfy myself in smaller ways. Eventually I did pull her in, and we had a splash fight, which turned into underwater wrestling. She and I grappled with each other, not really trying to accomplish anything in particular. I don't know if she ever noticed the tent I was pitching, but it seems impossible that she couldn't have. At one point, when I attempted to grab and dunk her from behind, my dick ever so slightly brushed the crease of her ass. She didn't seem to notice, though I almost hoped she had and was just playing it cool.

When aunt Suz came out to tell us dinner was ready, the sight of her just about pushed me over the edge. I had to swim around in the cold water alone for a while, to allow my dick to calm down a little, before I went inside to eat.

When she finished her meal, Caren subtly motioned for me to follow her into her room. I took a little extra time to clean up my dishes before doing so, to make it seem less suspicious.

I entered her room with that same strange confidence I'd had since last week. Caren was still wearing her swimsuit, as was I, and she patted the bed next to her. I sat where she indicated, fully expecting her to bring the sexual tension between us out in the open. What she actually said threw me for a loop.

"So, Tony," she began, gazing at me frankly. "What's the deal with you and my mom?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She smiled wryly, shifting her weight to rest on one arm. "You know damn well what I'm talkin' about. You've been ogling her boobs all day, trying to hide that stiffy you've got."

I looked down at my pants, where my bulging dick was clearly visible underneath. I thought about crossing my legs in another attempt to hide it, but realized how pointless that would be.

"Look, if you've got a thing for her, that's fine," Caren went on. "But what the hell do you think you're doing, being so obvious about it? Most people are gonna think you're really weird!"

A sly grin spread across my face.

"What?" she said.

"One sec," I replied, leaving her room. I went upstairs and retrieved one of the survey copies--the one I had scribbled on. When I returned, Caren was where I had left her, waiting impatiently.

"Come on!" she said. "What is it?"

I showed her the paper and told her about my plan, and how it had worked on Bess. It felt surreal recounting it like that, but she and I had always been close. I felt safe in telling her, as weird as it was.

My hard-on became all the more intense as she read my guesses at what her mom would answer, snorting or giggling every so often. Her face was flushed red, and her tits bounced up and down as she laughed, just barely held back by that tiny bikini bra of hers. When she finished reading, she regarded me with a look that was simultaneously embarrassed and impressed.

"Wow..." she said, running her fingers through her long, black hair. "I'm not really sure what to say besides that. Score?" She laughed nervously again.

"So do you think I have a chance?" I asked.

"Huh?" she said, distractedly.

"I mean, with your mom. Do you think this'll work on her?"

"Oh, Jesus, Tony," she said, glancing around the room. She seemed to consider her answer for a long time before saying, "I dunno if you'll even *need* this thing. She's been checking you out all day, too..."

This gave me a burst of confidence, to top off my already brimming supply.

Before I could say anything else, Caren went on: "...and, I mean, you've really turned into a nice looking guy. I bet..." With that last sentence, she turned her gaze back to me, earnestly. "I bet she'll break her pelvis spreading her legs for you."

The whole time she had been talking, I had leaned in closer to her, allowing my arms to move around behind her. By the time she finished her last sentence, I had one hand on her waist, and another creeping up the back of her neck. She realized what I was doing, and began to breathe heavily. She made no move to resist as I stroked her back and neck sensually.

Before I could do anything more, however, she rose up and initiated the kiss, jamming her tongue into my mouth. She ran her fingers through my hair as we made out on her bed, moaning all the while. Our lips separated, and I began to kiss her neck and face all over.

"Oh, my God," she said, breathless.

I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, fondling it. She wasted no time in removing her bra, revealing a set of sexy, firm, freckled tits. I couldn't help but dive down and help myself, sucking, licking, and kissing every inch of them.

As I did this, she stroked my cock through my swim trunks with one hand while tickling up and down my back with the other. She moaned and squealed as I worked my way up her chest and neck with my tongue. When her moans became dangerously loud, I snatched her up by her rear-end, allowing her to hang on with her arms around my neck as I flipped her onto her back.

I slipped her panties down, and she grabbed a pillow into which she could scream and groan all she wanted.

I started work on her sexy little pussy, sucking and licking at her clit furiously. This drove her wild, and it was all she could do to contain her screams to the pillow. She kept her public hair trimmed short, though I wouldn't have cared one way or the other. I couldn't wait to fuck her.

Eventually, when she also couldn't wait any longer, she spread her legs just as she said her mom would do, and smiled up at me, blushing deeply.

"Please, baby," she said, panting.

I tore off my swim trunks in an instant, and brought the head of my cock to touch her pussy. I had no idea how much sexual experience she had, if any, so I knew I shouldn't just start fucking like a madman, as much as I wanted to. I slid my cock up and down against her clit for a moment, before slowly sliding it into her. She squealed and stuffed her face in the pillow again.

She was incredibly tight, but somehow didn't seem to be in pain. On the contrary, she was salivating into the pillow now, completely out of her mind with pleasure. Apparently I hadn't needed to take it as slow as I thought, because she began thrusting her hips back and forth furiously. I needed no further encouragement, and met her thrusts with my own. We were fucking like we had never fucked before, her pussy juices flowing out onto my cock as she reached even more intense levels of arousal.

Eventually, she came, twitching and writhing on her bed as I continued to fuck her. She rose up and kissed me, wrapping her arms and legs around me. Our lips parted, and she stared me right in the eyes, her face centimeters away from my own. Her eyes were unbelievably green, and seemed to glow beautifully as she spoke.

"I wanna--" she said, panting, "--I wanna be on top."

I answered her with a kiss, and flipped her over without extracting my dick from her pussy. She swiped her hair out of her face as she started to bounce up and down on my cock. She moaned loudly again, and had to lay on top of me with her breasts pressed against my chest, face buried in the sheets next to my head. I stroked the small of her back as her perfect little ass bobbed up and down on my dick. She was working her hips like I'd never seen a woman do before, sliding her pussy all the way up an down the length of my cock with every stroke.

I listened to her moan into the sheets. "Fuck. Yes. Baby. This is unbelievable." She kissed me again, passionately.

Just then, I heard someone walking down the hall just outside Caren's bedroom.

"Hey, Caren?" I could hear aunt Suz saying, though the door.

Caren didn't stop riding my cock. On the contrary, she seemed to be fucking me even harder at the sound of her mother's voice.

"Yeah-huh?" she said, struggling to keep her own voice normal.

"Have you seen Tony?" Suz asked. "I need to talk to him about something."

Caren gave me a mischievous look and kissed me again, before saying, "I think he went to sleep upstairs."

I stared up at Caren in earnest. She gave me a reassuring wink.

"You okay in there, hun? How come your door's locked?" Suz asked.

Stifling a laugh, Caren had to press her face into the sheets again, to muffle her ecstatic panting and moaning. When she recovered, she said, "I'm just changing outta my swimsuit. But, uh... you better let Tony get some rest up there. He's had a long day."

There was silence in the hall for a moment, then Suz replied, "Whatever you say," before walking off.

Just in time too, because Caren had creamed herself all over my cock, and was groaning loudly into the sheets. When she regained control of herself. She sat up again and beamed down at me.

In that moment, she appeared so beautiful, so sexy, looking at me like that, that I could no longer hold back the floodgates. I could feel a gigantic load of cum welling up inside me, and pulled my cock out of her pussy just in the nick of time. Ribbons of white fluid shot out of me, splattering all over Caren's belly and my chest. Some of it even reached her tits.

She laughed sexily, scooting back and leaning down to lick my still-throbbing cock. She worked her way toward my face with her tongue, slurping up jizz on the way.

When she reached eye-level, she floated there above me for a moment. "You," she said, pausing for effect, "are my favorite cousin."

"I think you're mine, too," was all I could reply, laughing exhaustedly.

She laughed again and pressed her lips against mine, this time making it last. As we kissed each other, she drew her bed's covers over us, snuggling up next to me.

***

I slept as soundly as I ever had that night, only stirred once by Caren. She kissed me before heading off to work in the morning, reminding me that I'd better sneak upstairs before anyone else got up.

I did, and ended up watching TV for the rest of the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep once the thought of aunt Suz had entered my mind again. I kept playing back Caren's words in my head:

"She's been checking you out all day, too... I bet she'll break her pelvis spreading her legs for you."

The rest of the day passed without much incident. We had a good time, swimming and cooking out and watching movies together. Caren and I did our best to keep some distance between us, so as not to arouse any suspicion about last night. All the same, she kept giving me sly looks whenever she spotted me checking out her mom, which was quite often.

Later that night, when everyone else was singing karaoke in the entertainment room, I masturbated furiously in a bathroom not twenty feet away from aunt Suz. If I hadn't, I doubt I could have kept my hormones under control as I watched her sing and dance with the rest of us.

Finally, sometime past midnight, the whole crew decided to hit the hay, leaving me and B.J. to watch TV in the entertainment room. A few minutes later, Suz came upstairs and told B.J. to go to bed.

"Tony needs to sleep, too," she was saying.

"Nah, it's alright," I said, out of courtesy. "He can hang out as long as he wants."

Suz smiled at me. "That's real nice of you, but the squirt'll never get up tomorrow if he doesn't get to bed soon."

She ushered B.J. downstairs, leaving me alone with the image of her stuck in my head.

Later, just as my hand was creeping its way into my pants, I was startled by Suz's voice.

"Hey, kiddo?"

I turned around and saw she wasn't quite at the top of the stairs yet, which gave me time to recompose myself.

"Yeah?" I said.

She slid over the back of the couch and sat next to me. "Mind if I hang out in here for a while?"

"Nah," I said, doing my best to keep cool.

She fiddled with her bikini top for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of her shapely, tanned tits. I quickly looked away, but the image of her was burned in my mind. It was no wonder Jamal had wanted to fuck her; it was like she gave off an aura of sexuality, sitting there next to me.

After a while, she sighed heavily and leaned her head back on the couch. She stretched her arms out as well, placing one of them behind my head.

"What's up?" I said.

She turned to look at me, still leaning back lazily. "Oh, nothin'," she said.

"It doesn't sound like nothing," I said.

After a moment's hesitation, she went on, "It's just... having your dad here always reminds me of when we were kids."

I looked at her quizzically. "That's a bad thing?"

She shrugged. "Well, not really. I don't know... It's self-centered of me, but I just always remember being the youngest--the runt, y'know?"

I nodded as understandingly as I could, being the oldest child in my family.

She rubbed her eyes, leaning back on the couch again.

"It really sucked, huh?" I asked.

"It's not like your dad and Viv were that mean to me," she said, with more emotion creeping into her voice. "It was more like our parents always gave me the short end of the stick. I always got the least attention..."

She turned to look at me once again. "One time, when we all got the flu, your dad and Viv got all the medicine they could afford, and I got nothing."

"Wow," I said, not quite sure how to respond to that. "That...sucks."

This was the moment.

"Hey, I bet I've got something that'll entertain you," I said, walking over to my bag.

I retrieved the copy of the survey I had written on, and brought it to her. She took it, intrigued, sitting up.




Four Aunts in Autumn Pt. 02



Her eyes widened as she started to read.

"What *is* this?" she said.

"Thing for school," I replied, smoothly. "I'm supposed to get women to fill it out."

"And, did you..." she started, cocking an eyebrow as she read further. "Did you guess what I would answer?"

"I was bored in the car," I said, shrugging and sitting back next to her.

When she finished reading the thing, she set it down on the futon. "If you think I'm going to fill that out," she said, turning to face me, "you're wrong."

For the first time in the past week, my nerves returned. What had I done? I had gotten careless and greedy, that's what I done...

But before I could start with the apologies and the backpedaling, Suz went on:

"*You're* gonna fill it out, once I've given you the right answers."

She lunged forward aggressively, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me as sexually and with as much passion as I had ever been kissed.

She only broke away momentarily to say, "What're you waitin' for? Aren't you gonna undress me?"

I obliged her, and tore off the skimpy bikini bra she had been wearing, setting those perfectly-proportioned, tanned, erect tits loose.

With the same speed and fervor with which she had flung herself on me, she tore my pants and underwear off in a flash. Before I knew it, she was sucking my dick with the same passion as she had been kissing me. She took the entire length of my cock into her mouth and throat, slobbering all over it as she sucked at it furiously.

"Jesus, aunt Suz," I said, struggling to keep myself from cumming.

She let out a maniacal growl of a laugh and cut her eyes up at me, grinning and she jacked her hands up and down my dripping-wet cock. She pressed it between her tits and continued to suck at the head of it as I fucked her breasts.

Eventually, she rose up to my eye level, allowing my dick to slide along the length of her chest and belly as she did so.

Brown eyes staring into my green ones, she kissed me, then said, "Now, I want you to make me cum. I don't care how you do it."

She kissed me a few more times, moaning and stroking her pussy underneath her bikini bottom.

"And after you do that," she went on, speaking excitedly, "I want you to cum, as much as you can, inside of me."

Following her directive, I took charge. I picked her up by her ass--much like I had her daughter the previous night--and laid her on her back on the futon. I sucked at her dripping-wet tits for a moment before kissing my way down the length of her sexy, tanned body. I slid her panties off as quickly as she had removed my pants. She kept herself trimmed similarly to Caren, and had a tattoo of some kind of flower right above her clit. I wasted no time in going to work on her.

It was extremely easy to make her cum; after no more than a few minutes of my licking and massaging, she squirted all over the futon, writhing in ecstasy.

When she was back in control of herself, I slid my cock into her cum-drenched pussy. She took the whole length of it into her, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her.

She grunted and squealed into my mouth as we swapped saliva, only stopping to swallow momentarily. Her legs wrapped around my waist as her screams became more intense. It was a wonder we didn't wake the whole household.

With our bodies completely intertwined like that, her breasts pressed against my chest, her lips and tongue interlocked with mine, her arms and legs wrapped around me and her pussy swallowing my cock whole, I couldn't hold out any longer.

With a growl of orgasmic passion, I blew the biggest load I had ever felt pass through my cock, deep into her pussy. The sound and sensation of my cumming must have tripped Suz's arousal switch, because she came again shortly thereafter, spewing ejaculate fluid all over my dick.

We continued to kiss deeply as we both slowly calmed ourselves.

"That, right there," she said, panting and laughing, "is why we southerners fuck our kinfolk."

I laughed with her as we lay there with our bodies tied up in a knot.

After a while, we untangled ourselves. She let my cum drip out of her pussy, cupping it in her hands, and slurped it up hungrily.

I chuckled and said, "Wow, you and Caren have the same cleanup method."

She looked at me in surprise, then laughed again. "I knew something was up last night."

She kissed me again, then laid down on the couch, drawing a blanket over her naked body. She held it up, making a space for me.

I laid down next to her, with my warm body pressed against hers.

As she stared at me, fiddling with my hair, she said, "You think you got enough info to fill out your survey?"

I grinned slyly and replied, "Probably, but we might have to go over some of those answers again before I leave."

She giggled and brought the blanket up over our heads, kissing me again.

"You feel better now?" I whispered as we rustled around under the blanket.

"Oh, fuck yes," she replied.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3: RAINI