5 comments/ 52800 views/ 12 favorites Incestory: Reunions By: sex2xs2 She was standing on the edge of Hilton's pond, a figure caught in a sunbeam - her form illuminated by a single ray of sunlight that broke through the branches of the towering Oak that seemed to loom over her. She gently swayed back and forth beneath it, clinging onto the ropes of a swing someone had hung from the lowest branches many years ago. He didn't need to see her face to know who she was - the long thick red hair cascading down her bare lightly-freckled shoulders was a dead giveaway - his mother had the same rich shade of Auburn. As he approached, he boggled at the magnificence of her thin body outlined by the sun through the delicate material of the long sundress she wore. When he was close enough, he could hear her whistling a tune that he recognized over the soft murmur of the late summer forest ... an old Irish Jig his Grandfather liked. "Hello, Aunt Mary," he called to her when he was a few paces away. She didn't startle as he'd expected but turned her head and showered him with a bright smile over her shoulder instead. "Hello, Charlie!" Her makeup was very fashionable. Her lips were bright scarlet but her eyeliner and mascara were dark shades of purple, giving her a sultry and exotic cast, like a movie star. His Mother considered the look garish but it was all the rage in the cities like Manchester and London. She was tall and extremely thin, compared to most women Charlie knew, but her exotic thick sultry lips and full breasts evoked the countenance of Bardot more than Twiggy. "I was expecting you," she informed him. "You were?" He hadn't expected to see her. She'd run off to London a few years ago for reasons unknown ... at least for reasons unknown to him. She hadn't been seen by anyone in the family for quite a long time. "Aye, as a matter of fact," she turned entirely towards him, "I knew that you'd find your way here eventually." Seeing her now made his head swim with a strange excitement that he didn't quite understand. "This was your favourite place to hide from the old mothers and the barmy old da's... here with me and this old spirit." She reached out and touched the ancient gnarled Oak and fixed him with a look meant to taunt, "All ye all ye outs in free, all ye, all ye, in come free!" "I'm grown now!" Charlie informed her, pulling himself up straight to show her how tall he was. "You're but a babe!" Mary laughed. His fondest memories were of playing with his aunts and uncles in this wood ... this tree and the swing had been their meeting place every year. It was the only place the younger generation of their giant clan could find any solitude in the entire park. Mary was closest to him in age ... and always his favourite. "You're not much older than I am," he chided her, "You weren't so mature then either!" "Charmer!" she grabbed the ropes of the swing and allowed herself to spin a few times, the dress flared around her, exposing her long lovely legs to the knee ... her calves were sleek and muscular, her ankles were thin and delicate. "Mind you, you are never too old to play!" " She was the youngest of seven, his mother being the eldest. Mary could only be ten years older than he was at the most - still, she'd become as beautiful as any woman Charlie'd ever seen regardless of age. She was a long way from the gaunt, freckled, and akward girl he remembered. "It's been too long; really ... it's good to see you!" Charlie offered, at a loss as to what to say next and too awestruck by the form revealed to him to think clearly. She tilted her head and smiled. He held her gaze but visibly blushed. She had to know he could see her figure with the sun at her back. "Did you really miss me so?" she asked as if surprised and swished her hips side to side nervously. The material of her dress clung to her hips and the movement provide him with another chance to see her legs. "That is a lovely dress!" She laughed an amused little laugh and brushed a fringe from her brow. "I'm happy you think so," she stated. "How long are you staying this year?" Charlie asked, attempting to regain his composure to a degree, suddenly concerned that he must truly appear quite childish to her after all. "Only for the party," she glanced back the way he had come. "I'm expected in London tonight." "They said you'd been swanning about 'Swinging London' these days - a fashion magazine, isn't it?" "Very fashionable!" she insisted. "Join us at the party?" "I'm afraid not," she turned her back to him again. "Next year, perhaps." "Why not?" he asked surprised. "You haven't visited for a long time." She wrapped her arms defensively around herself, her hands on her shoulders, as if she'd suddenly caught a chill. "I can't, Charlie." "Will you come again next year then?" he asked hopefully. The glade fell silent, as if every cricket and frog in the wood reached a pause in their song at the same exact moment ... almost as if awaiting her answer as well. "If I do," she announced, and looked around quizzically, noting the sudden silence, "It shall only be to not disappoint my charming Nephew." The forest song resumed. "I shall wait for you then!" he promised like a love struck crooner, "At the rope swing." "A rendezvous is it?" she asked tilting her head quizzically. Charlie cringed in another pang of teenaged awkwardness. He stiffened in his trousers and had to reach in his pocket to make sure she didn't notice. "Why not?" he managed. The last rays of the sun fell below the trees on the other side of the pond just then - casting them both in shadow; no longer revealing her body to him. "Run along!" she cried. "It's getting dark - and the forest is haunted!" "Leprechauns and fairies, is it?" he teased. His Mother shared the same folksy Irish superstitiousness and he'd always found it amusing - although occasionally he'd find himself avoiding cats and absently looking for Shamrocks himself. "Don't invite their attention, Charlie, even in jest!" she warned. "Then I suppose you'll be in need of a courageous escort!" he held out his hand with a gleam in his eye, "I am prepared to duel any unruly gnome who dares to cross your path!" "Aye!" She fanned her face mockingly, "You have grown!" He stepped forward still holding out his hand. "Wait!" She cried, "I nearly forgot!" She ran to the swing and grabbed the ropes for balance as she bent over to retrieve something from behind the Oak. Charlie literally drooled as his entire mind focused on the contours of his Aunt's magnificent long legs and her soft round bottom as she bent and twisted. She turned around swiftly, with a guilty look on her face, the dress swirling around her body, unable to hide the large wine bottle she held behind her back. "Good as drink is, it ends in thirst!" she giggled. "You're pissed!" he accused. She nodded and uncorked the bottle. "To yer health!" she toasted and drank. "Can I get a taste?" he asked, smiling. "It's rather warm this evening." "Aaaah, Little Vagabond!" she giggled, "Tis your new name ... Little Vagabond ... and no you may not!" "I should have known better than to try to separate an Irish lass from her bottle!" She strolled across the grass and held out her long dainty hand like a proper Lady. "I was going to make a present of it," she looked down guiltily and admired the label, "It is a rather good year and a superb vintage as well. Alas, I waivered for just a moment and gave in to the temptation! " "Temptation," he echoed her and took the proffered hand, "I can understand that." She beamed at him and he felt his heart race again. "You may escort me to my car now, my Little Vagabond!" ***************************** "Why is it that Aunt Mary never visits us anymore?" Charlie asked his parents as they drove home that evening. His parents looked at each other for a moment and Charlie surmised they knew something they were sure he shouldn't know. They always shared that look whenever he asked troublesome questions. His mother turned around in her seat and put on a smile. She was an older version of Mary and he felt his heart beat erratically for a moment. Their similarity was beyond obvious and he imagined she must've been as beautiful as Mary once - though now that he'd let the thought cross his mind - he realized that his Mother was fairly attractive still. It suddenly seemed odd to him that he'd never noticed how pretty she was, not until this very moment. Then another thought crossed his mind; maybe it was odd that he was noticing it now. "Your Aunt has decided on a career that some might think is improper," she stated. His Father harrumphed loudly in agreement. "I think it's so modern of her to be a working woman - she even drives her own car!" Charlie announced, knowing his Father would disapprove. The freedom being demanded by the youth of his generation was still only a dream compared to the reality of the conservative folk in his county. His father "harrumphed" again: "She's consorting with longhairs and hippies and the like!" Charlie's Father obviously didn't appreciate his generation's tastes in fashion either. "Free love and the Beatles, not to mention all of that American ... what do they call that rubbish?" "Rock 'n' Roll?" Charlie offered. "Right! That bloody nonsense," his Father bellowed. "Rock 'n' Roll means 'to shag' does it not?" "Henry!" his mother gasped, neither of them had ever heard that sort of language from Charlie's borish father before, "Shame!" She turned in her seat to look back at him. He could read her face, she knew now that he'd seen Mary and obviously wasn't pleased about it. She could see the effect his Aunt had on him. "You best avoid her if you spy her, Charlie," his Mother warned quietly, slipping unconsciously into her Irish lilt, "Mind you, there's things more treacherous than Unseelie in the wood at twilight." "Sound advice, Lad!" Charlie's Father chuckled looking sideways at his wife. "I believe that's how I found myself ensnared!" "Henry!" Charlie suddenly found himself admiring his Mother a bit more than he had in the past. She had a quality very much like her Sister's ... maybe his Father couldn't see it ... but he could. ***************************** Charlie lay as still as he could manage, his only movement the slow steady squeezing and tugging of his hand and the rhythmic rising and falling of the sheets between his legs as he daydreamed of his Aunt Mary. He imagined her in the pond with him, naked, embracing him, her thin arms wrapped around his shoulders as he lifted and lowered her body onto his rigid knob as he sucked on her soft white tits. Just as he'd found his pace, his Mother's footsteps resounded down the hall. He had plenty of warning and rolled over onto his side with his back to the door just as she entered. "Lazy Bones!" she chided. "Its summer!" he whined. She didn't continue to nag him and remained silent, standing behind him just inside the doorway. "What?" he asked, rising up on an elbow to look over his shoulder. His Mother was dressed for a social event. He gasped at how elegant she looked. Normally she wore baggy and comfortable clothes; apparently they did much to hide her pleasant hourglass shape. She was a fuller and more robust version of Mary but the foundation of beauty the sister's shared obviously wouldn't allow her to age badly. The knee length, one piece, silver satin dress she wore hugged her thighs and wide hips, outlined her curvy waist and pushed her large soft breasts up, emphasizing their generous proportions. Her hair was done up in bun and she wore modest diamond and sapphire earrings and a matching necklace. Charlie realized that her full thick hair did her a disservice when she let it down - it hid her pleasant face and high cheekbones. She looked gorgeous and he imagined that if he was his Father ... he might be a little uncomfortable around other men tonight. "You're Father and I are to attend a dreadfully boring garden party this evening and I expect you to be up and about before we leave." Something shifted in his mind at the moment. He realized very suddenly that his mother was a woman ... not the woman that a boy imagines his mother is - a sexless drone that caters to her children and her husband's needs - but a woman with breasts and a vagina. A woman who had sex - and possibly liked it. He stiffened so quickly at the thought that he had to lift his hip a bit from the mattress to make room for his cock to grow. "I will, Mum!" he promised, hoping she'd leave before she figured out what he'd been up to. She spun on her long heels and sauntered out of the room, her aspect and walk a bit more ladylike and sensual than usual. Charlie gasped when he saw that her back was exposed nearly to her wide generous bottom. Charlie was sure that it was an extremely risqué dress to wear out, at least for his parent's circle of friends and social acquaintances. It was bound to be a scandal. She must have sensed his gaze and stopped. "Get out of bed, Charlie!" she ordered before pulling his door shut behind her. Charlie rolled onto his back and wanked on himself furiously ... Aunt Mary and his own Mother, on their knees before him, hungrily kissing each other and twirling their tongues together - like the girls in the French movies would do, giggling in pleasure and moaning as he ejaculated on their faces. ***************************** "Hello, Little Vagabond," Mary called to him from the tree line. He turned and smiled widely, absently dropping the flat round rocks he'd selected to skip across the pond as he waited to see if she'd actually keep their arrangement. She smiled and Charlie gaped at her. Her hair was a bit shorter this year. She wore it with whispy fringes framing her face. Her outfit was a cream two piece skirt and knee-high leather boots. The loose thin-strapped top was barely material and the skirt almost too short to qualify as mini. The boots were very Mod and Charlie loved the affect. "Hello, Aunt Mary," he exclaimed, "I've been looking for you!" "You have?" she asked incredulously, taunting him again. "It's good to see you!" Charlie offered, "I mean - you look fantastic, magnificent, amazing ...!" "Well, I'm so very glad you approve," she smiled her wide pretty smile and curtsied dramatically. He smiled daftly and let his eyes roam over the exposed parts of her body as she bowed before him... "Don't catch flies!" she warned him, her pale eyes glinting up at him from behind her auburn fringes. He snapped his mouth shut and grinned impishly in embarrassment at being caught leering at her. "How long are you staying this year?" he asked. "Only for the party," she glanced back the way she had come as if someone might have followed her. "Can't you stay another day?" He whined. "Come, come, give us a kiss," she mocked, deflecting his question, holding her arms out. He rushed to her and hugged her tightly, taking the opportunity to press her body into his. She laughed at his exuberance and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. "You've grown even taller!" "I am a man, now," he informed her. "Quite so!" she acknowledged. They stepped back from each other politely. "How is 'Swinging London'?" "I've been on a lot of projects ... I work with a magazine as you are aware." "You're so lovely, you should be on that new dance show!" he suggested. "Are you leading me a dance?" she asked, smiling at her own wit. Charlie took her thin hands in his, spun her, and caught her in his arms so that the skirt rose up her thighs to expose her exquisitely long legs again. She giggled and relaxed into his arms before she could stop herself. "Let me go you big ape!" Mary cried, though she didn't make any effort to extricate herself from him. "Only if you promise to join us at the party," he challenged her. "I'd rather not," she stiffened in his arms and Charlie chastised himself internally for ruining the moment. He reluctantly turned her loose. "Alright," he said, "Then I'll have to miss the party as well." "Wait!" She pulled him towards the rope swing by his hand, "I've an idea!" She let him go, ran behind the tree, and pulled a giant bottle of foreign wine from the edge of the water. "I can't believe I didn't see that there!" he exclaimed. "I was going to give it to your Mum," she held it out so he could admire it although she knew that he wouldn't have a clue as to what its value was, "But you're so charming I'd rather share it with you this evening!" ***************************** They sat and listened to the crickets and frogs who sang around the edges of the pond, his back to the Oak, Mary nestled under his arm, the bottle between his legs. A buzzing sound began as a low chorus in the woods and gradually rose to a deafening cacophony before fading away again to a low murmur. "Cicadas!" she squealed, "I can't believe it!" She sat up and grabbed his arm. "Do you realize how rare they are? I thought they were extinct in the Isles!" "Good riddance!" Charlie laughed. "Honor the muse," she warned, "The Cicadas are watching." "I fear I will never understand you!" She shut her eyes and reveled in the insect song. She hummed as if imitating them. He let his eyes wander over the contours of her profile: the button nose; the high cheekbones kissed with light freckles; big pale brown eyes that seemed Amber in the evening sunlight; thin delicate patrician jaw line; full lips formed perfectly into a bright pink cupid's bow; a tangible hint of savage Hibernian beauty - all framed magnificently by her lush fiery red mane. "I can't believe you're not married," he said, sipping the half empty bottle. She looked at him quizzically. "You need more practice." She slid her leg overtop of his pressing her soft breasts into his chest and forcing the skirt to rise accordingly, baring her long sexy legs nearly to the hip. "Tell me how much you like my ensemble again!" "No!" he laughed, "I meant that ... it's just that you're so posh!" "Well," she sighed, "You can't marry me for my money, so don't ask." He jerked as if a load of bricks had suddenly fallen on his chest. With a start, she realized the effect her taunts must have had on him this time. "I didn't mean to imply ..." he stammered. "Would you?" she asked curiously, "If you could?" "Marry you?" he asked, momentary confusion gripping him. "Aye," she giggled nervously. "I think my father would disown me if I married another Irish lass into the family!" "Stop it! He adores your Mother ... God bless him!" He sucked in his chin and puffed out his chest in imitation of his Father: "You can't kiss an Irish girl unexpectedly, Lad, You can only kiss her sooner than she thought you would!" She chuckled and smacked his chest playfully. He gripped her hand and held it so she couldn't pull away. "We could elope!" he offered, "I could marry you ... in Egypt ... I'm sure of it!" "'To-night I go to Egypt,' said the Swallow," she sighed into his shoulder, "The perfect honeymoon." "I can assure you it wouldn't be for your money," he said sincerely and pinched her bottom playfully. "That's better!" she took the wine from him and moved his hand from her bum to her hip, "but I think you've had enough." He grabbed the bottle back. "Not nearly!" She pulled the bottle back away from him again. "I've been around enough bladdered lads in my life to know where you're going with all of this sweet talk." He arched an eyebrow at her; she was being naughty. Incestory: Reunions "Perhaps you've had enough!" he argued. "And I'm old enough to know that we can't marry." "Perhaps ... I have had enough," she said quietly relinquishing the bottle to him. He smiled wryly at her. She couldn't resist the temptation and kissed him lightly on the lips to wipe away the grin. "We can still ... enjoy each other's company, can we not?" he ventured. "Chancer!" she squealed in a high-pitched voice, like she was chastising a small child. "And you should be kinder to your Mum ... you resemble her more than a little." "As do you!" he laughed. She rolled off of him abruptly, found the cork, and stopped the bottle. "Is that why you pursue me?" she asked over her shoulder, her eyes taunting him again. "The lassies in my family are particularly ravishing!" "Hah!" she laughed, "You've been found out, Scoundrel!" He bowed in defeat: "You have me now!" She sensed he was staring at her again. She looked at him sideways and smiled nervously: "Why do you keep staring at me like that?" "I want you - even if I can't marry you," he stated emphatically. "What? You're mad!" She laughed nervously, "I'm your Aunt!" "I want to be with you ... whenever I can, I don't care what I have to do," his eyes held a longing that she'd seen in many a man's eyes but it shocked her to realize that, this time, it was her own Nephew professing his love to her. "Charlie ..." "I've been waiting a year to see you!" "Enough!" She barked at him and he froze, a flicker of anger replacing the lust in his gaze. He jerked away from her and tried to stand - she grabbed his wrist to stop him and he relented; letting her pull him back to the soft earth at the base of the tree. "Forgive me; I've been a Tart," she admitted, handing him back the wine, "Tis only a stepmother would blame you." The Cicadas began their song again and Mary used the chance to run her fingers through his sandy-brown hair ... to soothe him until the Cicadas exhausted themselves. "Would you?" he asked her, "If you could?" "Marry you?" she asked. He looked down to avoid her gaze; she put her forehead to his. Her scent was intoxicating, exotic, and something Continental - it only made her closeness seem more unbearable. "Not this year," she admonished, realizing as she did, that she'd just made a reply he might perceive as an offer. "To Next Year!" he toasted, throwing back his head and gulping from the bottle. She considered rescinding but stopped herself ... perhaps letting him have a fantasy about her would be okay? It thrilled her a little to think it might. He offered the bottle to her to share in the toast - to seal the pact. She hesitated for a moment, indecision gripping her, then she took the bottle from him and gazed into his eyes as she drank. Perhaps, she thought to herself, he wasn't the only one who needed the fantasy. She set the wine down in the grass and laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly - like a lover. "You're done with school then?" she asked meaningfully, as if it mattered. He ran his fingers through her hair in his turn, admiring the ratios of the shades of light brown, blonde, black, and bright red strands that blended together into her exceptionally rich auburn. "I've been considering going to University," he replied. "There's been some interesting breakthroughs ... a whole new field has developed in Biology recently. I'm sure a man could find great success in such pursuits." "A man who would see an end to our dear Cicadas?" she asked incredulously. "Yes," he replied, admiring her hair again. "I believe I find humanity's biology much more interesting these days." ***************************** He was reading a science journal in the backyard, the sky was cloudy and threatening rain but he ignored it, too engrossed in the minutiae of scientific concepts he hoped would someday be his field of study, to notice. His Mother strolled into the yard through the French Doors behind him. He turned in the lawn chair to see her. She wore a sunhat and sundress very similar to the one Mary had been wearing the first time they'd reunited. She wore gardening gloves and carried a small pail filled with various gardening implements. She caught his gaze and smiled. "Don't catch flies," she warned. He turned back around abruptly and attempted to resume reading his journal but found he'd suddenly lost all interest in it. He tried to read the words and symbols over and over but their meaning jumbled into a meaningless mess compared to the rush the adrenaline coursing through his veins at the site of his Mother in a sundress caused him. "What's gotten into you, Charlie?" his Mother asked, a concerned tone in her voice. "What?" he stammered, and sat up on the chair so that he was at least partially facing her as they conversed, "What do you mean?" She set down the pail and put her gloved hands on her wide hips. "You've been like this since the Reunion," she walked to him and knelt beside him. The dress slid above her knees and her large alabaster breasts threatened to pop her buttons, "What've you been up to?" He set down the book on the chair and looked down at his hands. "Charlie ... Dear?" his Mother said quietly, "You can talk to me about anything, you know that, right?" "No," he replied, "I can't." She balanced herself by placing her hands on his knees. "I know you've been ... been talking to my Sister," she said accusingly, "despite my instructions." "Yes," he responded, "What of it?" "Charlie, you really need to understand that she's a bit mad! And she's done terrible things -she's a right Tart ...!" "Shut your mouth!" he barked at her. She jerked back in shock and surprise at the ferocity of his reaction. "She's not mad!" he countered, "Maybe it's you and Father - and all of the rest of the fucking geezers in this ..." He saw the fire in her eyes a moment before she struck him, he never had time to react, and the blow was so fierce it nearly knocked him from the lawn chair. Though he was far superior to her physically, he had no wish to strike her back, he'd have let her bludgeon him to death first - but he wasn't about to let her insult Mary without defending her. "Striking me doesn't change a thing!" he spat. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" she cried out and stood so that she seemed to tower over him, "You mean to be her lover?" Charlie looked up at her in shock - just as surprised at the obvious truth of her words as she. "I do love her!" he admitted. His Mother buried her face in her hands and sobbed. "Get out of my sight!" she screamed at him "Go to your room!" ***************************** Charlie watched his Mother through the dirty window of his bedroom as she worked in the garden just below him. From his vantage point he could see most of her large freckled breasts filling the top of the dress and most of her thick white legs as the dress bunched around her wide hips. Before he realized it, he was reaching into his trousers, caressing his hardening knob, watching her as she struggled with replacing the weeds that had sprouted along the foundation of the house with flowers. He slowly increased the speed of his hand up and down his shaft, imagining his Mother was as naughty and free spirited as her Sister, imagining himself planting himself between her generous fat tits, imagining her white gloved hands wanking him as he came on her face. She turned her attention to another bed of weeds along the trellis directly below him and now he could see the contours of her wide bottom jiggling beneath the clingy material of her dress. He imagined fucking her, mounting her, burying his cum deep inside her. She turned her head up and caught his gaze through the glass just as he came in his hands - images of his Aunt blending with the images of his Mother in his mind as his cum overflowed his palm and dripped onto his leg in thick streaming globs from between his fingers. ***************************** "Hello, Aunt Mary!" "Hello, Little Vagabond," she called to him. "I've been expecting you!" She wore tight white Capri trousers and a button-up blouse tied up to bare her sexy flat navel. She struck a pose; her hips canted, long gorgeous red hair flowing over her shoulders, the button-up shirt all but unbuttoned so that he could see nearly all of her breasts - all but the nipples. "You have?" he asked. "Aye, as a matter of fact." He let his eyes trace the contours of her thin alabaster abdomen and the curve of her hips, the lines of her long legs, the sexy sandals with straps that wrapped around her ankles. "You haven't complimented me yet?" she admonished. "You look wonderful, beautiful, utterly amazing!" "Charmer!" she clapped and giggled, happy that he'd demonstrated that he still wanted to play their game. "Join us at the party," he insisted. "I'd rather not," she stated. "Alright, then," he waved and turned as if to leave. She folded her arms across her chest and pouted: "You can't be serious!" He stopped and smiled back at her. "Alright," he said as if in resignation, "Then I'll have to miss the party too." She ducked behind the tree, emerging from the other side with a gigantic bottle of wine cradled under her nearly bare breasts - a wicked smile on her lips. ***************************** She sat in his lap on the swing, the half-full wine bottle between her knees. Charlie held her face and kissed her, finding her willing, her soft tongue yielding to his. "I don't think that a woman of my age," she protested as he ran his palms over her sexy abdomen, "should be consorting with such a young man." "It's immoral," he whispered into her ear, "You shouldn't!" She guided his other hand between her legs and swirled her hips so that his palm pressed into her. "I am wrong to let you do this." Charlie pressed his fingers into her engorged mound as if he was willing to tear the Capris to get at her. The bottle tumbled to the ground and rolled a few yards away. "The wine ..." he started to say but she silenced him with a passionate kiss. "More concerned with wine than your woman, Vagabond?" she laughed. "Weren't you asking me to stop?" "Yes ... you must stop!" she purred into his lips. Charlie noted the remaining wine didn't spill out and relaxed enough to resume kissing her back. She swayed and moaned with the movements of his hand. The rhythmic swirling of his fingers pushing and pulling the tenderest part of her in different directions. "I'm sorry," she put her hand over his again. "I can't let you!" She guided his hand into the top of the capris. She was trimmed, her short dark-red hair a guide for his hungry fingers. "You shouldn't put your hand there!" She squeezed her legs together as their probing digits worked their magic on her throbbing clit. "Don't touch me like that," she whispered, "or put your fingers in me!" She pushed his middle fingers into her cunt. "I love you!" He sighed. She turned her face to his and kissed him urgently as she swirled her hips to his thrusting hand. She could feel his cock pressing into her and if she had to guess, she'd guess that it was as large as she'd hoped it would be. They found her spot together and she guided him in the art of pleasuring a woman. After a few more moments she was shivering in the throes of a small trembling orgasm. She let his hand loose from between her locked thighs and pulled it to her mouth, kissing and licking each finger in turn, until they were clean. Charlie ground into her bottom, eager to find his own release. "Don't make me do this, Charlie!" Mary murmured as she slid off of his lap and onto the grass so that she was between his knees. "It's just too wicked!" "Mary," he gasped, "I really do love you!" She looked up at him with a satisfied grin. "I mean it!" He looked down at her with a serious expression, "I've never been with anyone but ... I'm still a virgin!" "Hah," she laughed. "What?" he asked in sudden embarrassment. "Tis irony, is all!" She looked up at him, barely restraining herself, "I'm Marry and you're the bloody virgin!" "Not for long I hope!" She unzipped him and discovered that she had trouble freeing his enormous rock hard knob from his shorts. She lost patience and yanked them down, freeing him, grabbing him to guide the tip to her lips. She took him in her mouth and smiled. He leaned back in the swing, dug his heels into the grass, and moaned as the primal sensation of a hot warm mouth and probing wet tongue around his dick for the first time overcame his senses. The fact that she was his beautiful aunt only made his balls swell more. She wrapped two fingers around him to wank him into her mouth. He pulled her head away from his cock and into his lap, sliding his less sensitive shaft over her lips to try to hold back a few more moments. "I can't stop!" he gasped. She looked up at him, catching his eye as she ran her tongue from the base of his balls back to the tip of his twitching penis. When she put her lips on the tip of his cock, she squeezed his shaft and tugged, forcing a generous glob of precum out of him and onto her lips before she whisked it away with her tongue. He gaped at her and moaned in pleasure. "Are you sure you can manage this?" she asked, a warning tone in her voice. "Since I was old enough to toss off," he replied. "You did not!" she laughed and kissed his tip again, catching another small spurt of precum on her lips. He just nodded and smiled. "You are really going to enjoy this then!" "Are you sure you won't mind?" She smiled wickedly and took him slowly back into her mouth, spreading the precum on her lips around the head of his cock to lubricate it. "Aaaaah!" he grunted as the cum surged out of his nuts, filling her mouth so fast that her cheeks puffed before she could swallow it. He lunged with every squirt, she caught each in her mouth as he bucked and rolled his hips in ecstasy until eventually, the spurts wound down to a trickle. She continued to wank on him until he was completely drained. She looked him in the eye and opened her mouth to show him the creamy pool of cum she'd collected. He could only stare in amazement at the display. She tipped her head back and gulped the load of cum down like an oyster, wiping her chin dramatically with her long ivory tipped fingers. "Cor!" Charlie gasped, sweat pouring down his face. "Where'd you learn that?" He realized his error immediately ... even before anger twisted her features. "Bastard!" She pushed him away, forcing him to stand up or fall out of the swing, and turned her face away from him in shame. "I'm sorry!" he blurted, "I didn't mean ...!" "Fuck off!" Tears welled in his eyes and he felt like he would literally die. "Mary, please!" She put her hand on his chest but still wouldn't look at him. "Please!" he begged again. He sat stiffly in the swing and pulled her chin up so that he could see her face. She kept her eyes turned away defiantly. "I am very sorry ... how can I prove it to you?" he begged. She sniffled and a tear ran down her cheek. "Please, tell me!" She finally looked back at him. "Kiss me then," she challenged, "If you truly love me." He leaned in and kissed her with every bit of tenderness and love he could muster. He could taste his salty hot cum coating her tongue but he persevered, determined to prove he would do anything for her forgiveness. She put her thin hands to his chest and pushed him away gently. "Well done, Little Vagabond," she said and stood, "I shall forgive you this once." ***************************** His Mother was leaning against his car in the car park when he emerged from the wood. He'd left a few hours before they were due to leave so they'd travelled to the Reunion separately - and he'd failed to make an appearance. She'd come looking for him. She wore a simple but elegant one piece sleeveless dress that fell about mid thigh, with a thin belt and plain sandals. The dress emphasized her breasts but hid the rest of her form down to her thick thighs. Her hair was in a loose updo that seemed ready to fall at a moment's notice. Her eyes were steady and appeared calm but her jaw was clenched in anger. "Mum," he acknowledged. "You're drunk!" she observed. He held up the bottle for her to see. "To yer health!" he drank from the bottle and offered it to her. Her eyes flicked from the bottle back to his eyes and back again a few times before she finally reached out to take the bottle from him. "We need to go somewhere," she stated and tipped the bottle, "to have a talk." "I don't want to talk about anything," he protested. "You will," she promised. ***************************** He sat on the hood of his car; his Mother leaned into him, her back to his chest, between his legs. He rested his chin on her bare right shoulder and combed her beautiful red hair over her left with his fingers while she watched the moon set over the moor and bared her soul to him. She was nearly as pissed as he was, the wine bottle now empty and discarded. She'd told him about her childhood ... and Mary's as well. Her words were slurred and the more she drank, the thicker her accent became, nearly to the point of unintelligibility. Despite the alcohol, she'd managed to tell him how her Father had taken a liking to Mary when she was very young. How his Mother had put herself between the man and the child to protect her youngest sibling. She'd sacrificed her dignity - and her virginity - to protect Mary's maidenhood. She wasn't enough for him. He'd been insatiable, and when Mary had come of age, he'd taken her too despite her best efforts. Mary enjoyed being their Father's favourite just as she had. She'd reveled in the attentions and the gifts he'd proffer for her services. After Mary had shared his bed, he never rewarded Charlie's Mother with anything more but a rough shagging, bending her over his chair or pulling her into his lap and tossing her aside when he was finished ... but Mary ... well, Mary was treated much differently from then on. "She was the one he loved," she pulled Charlie's hands around her soft thick waist so that her full breasts rested on his arms. "He told me that she was the one that they'd been tryin' for ... the one with all the right qualities - I didn't understand." "I don't understand," he admitted. "I wasn't good enough for him," she sobbed, "I wasn't what he wanted." She put her face in her hands and cried softly. "And the worst of it is ... I wanted to be the one he wanted more than anything!" Charlie held her more tightly to himself in an attempt to calm her. "She took him from me and now he's gone and ...," she wiped her eyes but the tears wouldn't stop, "Now, she's gotten at you." "Mum," Charlie said softly into her bare white neck, "I want you ... and Mary." She tensed and gripped his arms. "I know, Charlie," she admitted, "Don't think I haven't noticed ..." He abruptly pulled her over his leg and onto the hood of the car beside him, rolled on top of her, spread her legs with his body and gently kissed away her tears. "I need you," he said with an intensity she'd missed seeing in young men's eyes. "Just this once," he kissed her full pouty lips tenderly, "This one night - you and I." She gripped his face in her hands and kissed him back hungrily for a moment before pulling his head away enough so that she could speak. "Just this once?" she asked, "Will you swear an oath to me?" His heart pounded and sweat formed on his brow. Incestory: Reunions "I'll never give up Mary," he warned her, "Don't ask." "Aye," she let go of his face and pulled her dress up over her hips, "I know." He looked down and gasped in shock when he saw that his Mother had foregone panties, her thick auburn bush glistening with her juices. "I want you to marry next year ... and you will never speak of this night." She freed his thick engorged cock from his trousers. "Will you swear it?" she asked. He ran the spongy tip through the auburn bush between his Mother's legs, searching eagerly for the entrance to her sopping cunt. "And who'd you have in mind for me to marry?" he asked as she took him in her grasp and guided him. "Your Cousin Katie comes of age this fall," she offered. "Are you mad?" he laughed, "Can you imagine the scandal?" "No worse than this," she said as she thrust her hips at him so that he sank into her and unwittingly took her Son's virginity in the process. Charlie froze in ecstasy, the enormity of the moment not lost on him, too overwhelmed by the unbelievable sensation of his Mother's steaming hot vagina to even take a breath. "She's removed from you enough," she thrust at him again, slowly building a rhythm as he moaned over her, "and she's desperately in need of a man to make her happy!" He finally managed to recover his senses and promptly began to pump into her so hard that his car literally bounced on its springs, creaking in time with their movement. "Are we agreed?" she panted. Charlie came in her just then, splashing his cum over his Mother's womb, fulfilling a need in himself in a way he would never be able to describe to anyone. She clawed his back and whimpered as the sensation of her Son's hot sticky semen filling her sent her over the edge as well. "Are we agreed?" she begged him as he rocked himself on top of her and she rolled her hips to maximize her orgasmic pleasure, his cum dripping out of her and onto the hood of the car. "We are," he promised and kissed her tenderly. "Thank you," she sniffled, the tears welling in her eyes again. ***************************** "Hello, Little Vagabond." "Hello, Aunt Mary," he said, "I've been looking for you!" "You have?" "It's really good to see you!" Charlie offered, "I mean ... you look fantastic." She wore jean shorts rolled up at the hem to make them even shorter, platform sandals, and a very revealing tan v-neck top that stretched taught under her sexy round breasts but flared around her waist. "Well, I'm glad you approve," she said and curtsied. He let his eyes roam over her body. "How long are you staying this year?" he asked. "Only for the party," she glanced back the way she had come. "I have to be back in London tonight." "What are you doing in 'Swinging London' these days?" "I've been on a lot of projects ... I work with a magazine as you know." "Join us at the party?" "I'd rather not." "Alright," he said, "Then I'll have to miss the party as well." ***************************** He sat in the swing and watched her sway between his legs, her long fingers guiding her soft freckled tits up and down his throbbing shaft, the top bunched around her waist. "That's nice, Mary," he wrapped his arms in the ropes to maintain his balance, "but I'd rather ...!" "Patience!" she sighed. "I'm as bloody patient as a man can get! A few hours a year with you is all I have!" "Patience is a virtue," she giggled, "and virtue is its own reward." "I'm ready for my reward then!" She laughed and slid down to take his cock-head into her mouth. She lubricated him ... increasing the speed of her tits along his shaft. The tree branch above him creaked in protest as he pulled on the ropes and matched her pace with the rocking of his hips. She watched his face as he worked his way through the motions until she could see the orgasm in his eye. She managed to spit him out just in time. He grunted and came in massive spurts, coating her neck and chin. She was surprised by the volume and tried to turn away but several arcs still splattered across the bridge of her nose and freckled cheek. She let her tits drop and grabbed him, aiming the rest of it to coat her hard pink nipples, where it gathered for just a moment, before dripping to the grass at his feet. "So much!" she exclaimed, "Are you sure you've any left?" "More than enough!" he laughed through his attempts to regain his breath. She stood slowly and spun so that her legs were together between his and her beautiful bottom was in his face. She ran her fingers between her thighs and looked over her shoulder at him. The smoky eyes peering through the loose strands of her whispy fringe and the thin lithe body undulating before him held an invitation no sane man could possibly ignore. "Do you need instruction?" she teased. He leaned forward to reach around her hips to tug the jean shorts down. She stood upright to let them fall. He pulled her down onto his lap and hugged her around her sexy navel as his cock throbbed between her legs. She tensed at his lack of grace but forgave him almost instantly ... this was their first time together after all. "Hold still!" she ordered and slid her panties down. She reached back and guided his twitching cock into her, slowly and gently, until she was back on his lap, his entire length inside of her. The rope swing creaked and moaned in protest but it held out as she leaned forward, put her hands on her knees, and proceeded to slide herself vigorously up and down his long solid shaft. Charlie moaned and wrapped the swing's ropes around his hands and pulled each time she thrust back onto him so that he was propelled forward into her, the sound of their incestuous lustful grunts, the creaking of the swing, and the smacking together of their bodies echoing off of the dark water around them. She leaned back into him, reached up and pulled his face to hers. She kissed his brow and pulled his arm around her waist. "You have your reward," she moaned into his ear, "Are you satisfied?" He orgasmed then, his balls furiously tensing as he prepared to ejaculate. "Fuckin' Hell!" he cried and leaned back to bury himself completely in her, not caring a bit about the risk of impregnating her. "Pull out!" she cried sensing he was about to cum in her, "Quickly!" She just managed to pull off of him before he came in her. "Oh!" she gasped, feeling the hot splashes across the back of her thighs as her Nephew moaned in ecstasy beneath her. She pulled him down into the soft grass on top of her. "I love you," he stated, hovering over her, holding her gaze, glowing with the energy of his release. "Oh, Charlie," she said sadly. "Please, don't make this out to be more than it is." "How can you say that?" he asked with a hurt tone in his voice. "You naughty boy!" she admonished, smearing his dripping cock over her sexy alabaster navel "Look what a mess you've made of me!" ***************************** They held each other propped against the tree, the wine bottle discarded a few yards away. He sang to her an old Irish tune they'd sing together as children do ... only now he better understood the meaning of it. ***** "Ah then, Mary, you're my heart's delight my pride and only care, It was your cruel father would not let me stay there. But absence makes the heart grow fond and when I'm o'er the main May the Lord protect my darling girl till I return again. ***** And I wish I was in Sweet Dungloe and seated on the grass And by my side a bottle of wine and on my knee a lass. I'd call for liquor of the best and I'd pay before I would go And I'd roll my Mary in my arms in the town of Sweet Dungloe." ***** "Horrible!" She spat into his chest. "It's not!" he protested, "I carried it well I thought?" "Not the song, Charlie!" she cried, "Me!" She put her hands to her forehead, "What have I done?" She pushed off of him and stood, stumbling a little when she walked. "I'm an old fucking Slag!" she cried. He jumped to his feet and grabbed her arm to steady her. "Hold on!" He ordered her. She spun and smacked him so hard his ears rang ... by the time he recovered his wits she was already bolting away through the wood. ***************************** He caught her before she could make it to the car park. He grabbed and spun her around so they both fell sideways into the grass. She struggled but he held her easily. She pounded her thin fists into his chest and cried into his shoulder until; finally, she'd exerted all of her energy and melted into him, rubbing her face on his chest, sniffling quietly. ***************************** "You're too young to understand, Charlie," she rubbed her eyes with the back of her arm, "You know we can't be together!" "We have today!" he laughed, "And we can have every year ... this day ... for us!" "Do you think that this is what I want to be?" She tried to push away again and he let her go, satisfied that she was calm, "Your annual shag?" He pulled her back to him and kissed her passionately: "Yes." "Charlie!" she cried, one last vain attempt to discourage him though she'd been the one to carelessly open doors for him he'd never be able to step back through, "I'm your Mum's Sister!" "I don't care!" "But you should!" She grabbed his hands and held them between hers. "I look like her - you said so yourself!" "I suppose that's because you're both Fitzgeralds!" He laughed, "What are you on about?" "Whistling jigs to a milestone!" she sighed in frustration. He took her chin, tilting her head so that she was forced to look into his eyes. "Precisely," he stated. An amused smile played across her lips and she let him pull her back to him. "What would you have me do then, Charlie?" she asked seductively, her fingers tracing the growing bulge in his trousers. He guided her head to his lap. "I love you Mary, I really do," he said as he placed his cock against her lips. "Charmer," she giggled. ***************************** His Mother looked wonderful at the wedding. Father swore she was as beautiful now as on her own wedding day - and everyone agreed. Her elegant long tube dress left nothing to the imagination and Charlie found himself staring at her nearly the entire ceremony, his eyes burning with his need. ***************************** His Mother came to him during the height of the celebration and pulled him away from Katie, down a hall, and into a dark cloakroom in an empty part of the Inn. She pushed him down on the hard tile and sat astride him as she freed her breasts from the top of the dress and pulled his face into them. He took a nipple in his mouth and nursed on her as she freed him from his trousers and slid her panties aside. "I thought we had an agreement ..." She placed her fingers to his lips to silence him and slid herself slowly down his shaft until her clit was pressed into him and he was buried completely inside of her. "This is a gift," she whispered into his ear, "for being so good to your Mum." He concentrated on enjoying the luscious soft mounds of white flesh topped with her perfect little pink nipples pressed into his face, his Mother's arms holding him tightly to her, smothering him between her tits, as she vulgarly ground herself against him. When she was finished, she slid down his body and swallowed the entire length of his cock, furiously wanking him until he was bucking beneath her, his fingers twisted in her thick hair, his cum draining down her gullet. ***************************** "Hello, Aunt Mary," he called to her from the tree line. She turned and showered him with a bright smile over her shoulder. "Hello, my Little Vagabond!" she exclaimed, "I've been looking for you!" "It's really good to see you!" Charlie offered, "I mean ... you look fantastic." "Oh, really?" she teased. "How long are you staying this year?" Charlie asked. "Only for the party," she glanced back the way he had come. "I have to be back in London tonight." "How is London these days?" he asked. "I've been on a few projects." "Join us at the party?" "I'd rather not." "Alright," he said, "Then I'll have to miss the party as well." She stepped around the tree and when she emerged from the other side - she had a bottle of wine in her hands. ***************************** He pressed her body into the Oak with his, her arms over her head holding onto several small lower branches for balance ... the empty wine bottle at her feet. His lips travelled over her thin neck and collarbone, a string of light kisses making a path to the top of her freckled breasts. He noted more than a few grey strands starting to lighten the hair flowing around her shoulders and felt a sudden sadness overcome him. She was starting to show the signs of aging ... a slight softening of the waist and hips. It only seemed to somehow make her precious to him - precious because it made him a bit sad ... like seeing the first red-fringed leaves of late summer did at times. He concentrated on pleasing her and tried not to dwell on the fact that the years were slipping away ... one after another. Her shorts were bunched around her boots, her legs spread at the knee to accommodate his big knob sliding in and out of her. "I've missed you so much!" Charlie grunted. "I always miss you." "Married now, Charlie?" she challenged, pulling his hand from her hip to look at his wedding ring, "I see how much you've missed me!" He cursed himself for forgetting to remove it. "I married Cousin Katie," he admitted. "And, so you know, she is ... expecting." "Bastard!" Jealousy made Mary's voice hoarse and she pushed him away, letting her legs drop so that he fell out of her. "I'm the only Colleen you ever fucking needed and she's a horrid little slapper, besides! How could you?" "She'd never have married otherwise, I assure you. I'm doing your brother a favor." "What happened to Egypt, Vagabond?" she pushed his chest angrily, "What of us then?" "You had your chance, mind you," he retorted, "but say the word and it's off to Egypt tonight! Otherwise, you will have to settle for being my mistress for the rest of your life." "Your mistress?" she laughed and wiped away the tears that threatened to run down her cheek with the back of her hand. "I suppose I don't have a say in the matter." "No!" he laughed, "Of course you don't!" "I won't be young forever ... and I'll never find a man who would have me as a wife now ... what shall I do then?" "I'm always going to be here, Mary!" he promised, "Every summer." "Will you care for me when I'm dotty?" "Of course," he nuzzled into her neck and guided himself back to her hot wet entrance, "Although, if someone were to ask, I'd have to say that you've always been a bit dotty!" "I suppose you're right," she sniffled. "I've set aside a fund for you." "What? You didn't?" she cried, letting him press himself back into her. "I did," he smiled into her teary eyes, proud that his income and the grants he received from the Americans for his genetic research would be sufficient to support her as well his own new family. "'It is not to Egypt that I am going, said the Swallow'," Mary sang out to the glade, "Tis alright, though," she said quietly, as if to herself, "we have this place for ourselves." "Every summer," he added. He slid back inside her and rocked slowly so that they found their pace again. "I want a child as well," she said insistently, "I won't be a barren old maid while my Niece enjoys my lover and his children!" He looked down at her quizzically for a moment but didn't answer. "What say you, Little Vagabond?" "Next year," he replied. "Next Year?" She laughed through the sudden tears she couldn't restrain this time. "Are you sure about that?" She lifted herself and wrapped around him so that he was forced to hold her or drop her. She arched her back and rocked her hips so the full length of his cock pistoned in and out of her hot cunt, her whole body completely devoted to pleasuring him. The grip of her velvet snatch overcame him and he lost control of himself; he moaned and thrust deeply, spurting his thick cum into his Aunt's quivering body, her pelvis swirling to milk his knob in time with his thrusts and ejaculations so that each was as deep in her and as close to her womb as she could manage. When he was finished cumming in her, she let go of the branch and forced him down onto the grass so that she straddled and laid over him, her breasts pressed into his chest, his cock still twitching inside her, his senses reeling. "A good start," she whispered in his ear. "I do love you," he reminded her, "I can't imagine that ... I really hope that the love I feel for you isn't punished somehow." She gasped and put her fingers to his lips to silence him. "Mother Nature is really rather cruel!" he warned her. "Bí ciúin!" she whispered harshly. Magpies broke into chatter from the Oak's branches above them. They both looked up into the branches, startled at the sudden clamour. The birds alighted noisily from branch to branch in the tree until they lined up in a row on the lowest, the one that supported the swing. "One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy!" she exclaimed laughing, "Tis a boy then!" "They're just birds!" "Now's the time to say you love me!" she replied. "What?" he asked, "Of course I do!" "Say it!" she insisted urgently, "Before the sun sets!" "I love you!" he laughed. "I love you too, my Little Vagabond," she told him as the glade's last shadows finally won the day. "You are mad, after all," he chuckled into her soft hair, "Surely, you know it." "Aye," she sighed and rested her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, "Perhaps we all are."