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Renaissance of the Heart

By: epiphany65



It was the third of February on that night when the police officer came to our house. My tenth birthday had been three days earlier. Even now, decades later, the memories are still vivid in my mind. Some nights I still have nightmares about it. 

My parents, George and Diane, had gone out that night to celebrate his parents' thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. My father loved his parents very much, and was excited about marking this milestone with them. He had even named me after his father, Douglas, although everyone called me Doug, or sometimes Dougie. They had driven to my grandparents' house in Ingleton, about an hour's drive from Welton, the town where we lived. It had been raining all day, but it got cold that night. I remember hearing the sleet and hail batter the windows. It sounded like the claws of a hungry monster trying to get in to devour me.

I was in the living room, sitting on the couch with my babysitter, Penny, watching "The Six Million Dollar Man". It was my favourite TV show when I was a kid. When we heard a knock at the door Penny got up to answer it. I kept watching the television, oblivious to the muffled voices in the kitchen. When Penny came back in the room a while later she looked ashen. She was shaking a little and she seemed like she was going to cry, or maybe throw up. She turned the TV off and sat down beside me on the couch. She just looked at me for a minute, hands trembling, before she said anything.

Penny reached out to hold my hand. "Dougie, I have some really bad news to tell you," she began in a halting voice. That's when I saw the tears start to run down her cheeks.

Neither Penny nor the rest of my family told me everything they knew about what had happened that night, not for years anyway. They thought I was too young and fragile to deal with hearing it all. They were probably right. It was only when I was a teenager that I was given the rest of the details. But essentially what I was told that night was that my parents had been in a horrific car accident while driving home. The roads had become very icy, and their car had skidded on a bend in the road and was rammed by an eighteen-wheeler in the on-coming lane. Dad was killed instantly. I also later found out that they tried to save my mother at the hospital -- that she was still conscious and asking for me -- but there was nothing they could do. By the time the sun rose the next morning, I was an orphan.

That night my mother's parents came and took me to their house, a few miles from where we lived. I stayed with them for almost a month, until other arrangements were made. My grandparents loved me dearly, but they had already raised three children of their own, and at their ages they were not prepared to care for another. What was eventually decided was that I would go live with my Uncle Wayne and Aunt Lisa in Walker Valley. They would be my new parents, my grandmother explained.

I cannot overstate just how tumultuous this period of my life was. Almost literally in the middle of the night I was taken from the only home I knew, then later uprooted from the town I grew up in, had gone to school at, and where all of my friends lived. This, on top of coping with losing both of my parents.

Aunt Lisa was Mom's younger sister. They also had a brother, Uncle Kenny, who was the youngest of the three siblings. He was single and considered too irresponsible to be a parent at his age, so my Aunt Lisa and Uncle Wayne were the logical choice. They lived in Walker Valley, almost two hundred miles from Welton. Like most everyone there, they had gotten married the day after they graduated from high school, or so it seemed. 

Wayne was a carpenter, and a good one apparently, because he got a lot of work. He was almost six feet tall, with short brown hair, broad shoulders, and arms that seemed to me at that young age like small trees. Lots of guys spend hours in a gym or take drugs to build muscles like that, but my uncle had earned his by swinging a hammer and carrying lumber most of his life. If you didn't know him he might seem imposing at first. But when you heard his laugh and saw his green eyes light up you could tell he was as gentle as a kitten.

Uncle Wayne and Aunt Lisa didn't have any kids of their own, but they wanted some very much. They had tried, but sadly both attempts had resulted in my aunt having miscarriages. The second one happened a few months after I had come to live with them. After that, my aunt's doctor cautioned her against getting pregnant again. He offered to tie her tubes, and seeing no other alternative, she reluctantly agreed. 

Walker Valley was a small farming community in the middle of Chilton County. It was mostly flat land and had a wide, lazy river meandering through it. Visitors would probably call it quaint or picturesque, and I suppose it was, but compared to Welton it may as well been another planet. You could drive for almost a mile in some places between houses, and it was so quiet that it was almost eerie. Welton was a larger town with more stores and a lot more people. I was used to hearing traffic at night, people laughing and talking as they stumbled home from bars, and the occasional wail of the siren of a police car or ambulance in the distance. Lying in bed at night at my new home I didn't hear a sound. I felt like the only person on Earth.

My aunt and uncle owned a spacious four bedroom house that his grandfather had built, located on six acres of land. It had a verandah facing west where the road ran by, and a patio in back where my uncle would barbeque steaks and chicken on weekends and some evenings as the sun set when the weather was nice. 

One thing that pleased me as soon as I moved there was discovering that I would have a bedroom that was much larger than my old one in Welton. It was next to the bathroom and down the hall from my uncle's and aunt's room. When he showed it to me for the first time my uncle told me that it was all mine, and I could put posters on the walls and store my toys and comic books wherever I wanted. If I wanted another book shelf or stand for my model airplanes, he would build me one, he told me. He even offered to paint the walls a different colour if I wanted. None of that was necessary though. My new room was perfect as it was.

Although I was their nephew and not their biological son, Uncle Wayne and Aunt Lisa never once made me feel like a surrogate, or acted like they were doing me a favour or that they resented having parenthood thrust upon them. They doted on me, and showered me with as much love as I imagined they would have any child that they had brought into this world. In fact, it sometimes seemed as though all the love they would have bestowed on the children they would never have was lavished on me. 

About six months after I arrived, and had begun to grow accustomed to my new life and surroundings, my uncle got me a puppy -- a black Lab that I named Steve, after Steve Austin. Having a companion helped me to feel less lonely, and I suppose that was how my aunt and uncle had hoped I would feel.

Something I learned when I was a few years older was that a judge had ordered that my parents' house be sold, and all their assets be placed in a trust for me, which was to be handled by my grandmother. Once I turned twenty-one the money would be mine to do as I pleased, presumably for college. Until then, my grandmother could mete it out as she saw fit. This she did, giving some to my aunt and uncle occasionally to help with necessities like clothes, school supplies and gifts for me at Christmas and birthdays. One of the first things they bought me was a brand new red bike with a bell on the handlebars. This proved to be quite useful, since houses were so far apart and the nearest corner store that sold candy and pop was two miles down the road.

I guess I was more resilient than I realized because it wasn't long before I adjusted to my new surroundings. Walker Valley became my home, and Uncle Wayne and Aunt Lisa, my parents. The ache I felt over the loss of my parents never fully went away though -- even to this day. When I look at my children now sometimes I can see their grandparents' faces in theirs and I find it bittersweet.

Exploring our house, especially the attic and basement, always fascinated me for some reason. I suppose I was naturally curious, and my uncle's and aunt's house seemed expansive to me compared to the small two-bedroom home I had spent my first ten years in. One day, years later, while searching through the basement, I chanced upon a Playboy magazine that my uncle must have hidden. It was tucked in a pile of old newspapers on a shelf beside the chest freezer. As I flipped through those glossy pages of naked women my whole world seemed to tilt a little and expand. I felt a little dizzy and my cock was as hard as an oak tree. 

I quickly unzipped my jeans and slid my hand inside to rub my shaft. I wanted to run up to my bedroom with the magazine, but decided it was best that it remain where my uncle had put it. If he saw that it was missing, or my aunt discovered it under my mattress when she was cleaning my room, I would be in a lot of trouble.

For the longest time that copy of Playboy was my best friend. Every Friday night or Saturday my aunt and uncle would drive to Ashton, a town about ten miles way, to buy groceries, and some evenings they would go out to visit friends for a few hours. 

As soon as my uncle's blue Dodge truck had left the yard I would race down to the basement and take out that copy of Playboy. I must have shot a gallon of cum for all the times I stared at Miss July with that magazine spread out on top of the freezer. I was always careful to put it back in the approximate place amongst the stack of newspapers where I had first discovered it, but sometimes when I went for it I found it higher or lower in the pile than where I had left it. I would smile to myself, thinking that my uncle must have snuck down there for a discreet rendezvous with Miss July, like I routinely did.

Why Uncle Wayne would need or even want to look at the women in that magazine bewildered me. My Aunt Lisa was the prettiest, sexiest woman in all of Chilton County. I'm not just saying this because she's my aunt and I love her (although I do). Nor do I mean to sound unkind to the other women in the area. But to me it was just a simple fact, like the sun rising and setting daily. I know I shouldn't even say that about my aunt at all, or think about her in that way. But I did. A lot. My heart had experienced a renaissance because of Aunt Lisa. I felt no guilt about it then, and I still don't.

It has always baffled me how a couple can make several children and have them all turn out so differently -- both in appearance and personality. Genetics really must be like a roll of the dice. My Aunt Lisa was nothing like my mother, although she was her younger sister. Mom was rather tall, for a woman anyway, standing at close to five foot nine. She had curly sandy-blond hair and brown eyes (two features that I inherited from her). My aunt was more slender than her sister was and about five inches shorter. She had jet black hair, which she always kept at a length that brushed her shoulder blades. She also had brilliant blue eyes that sparkled brighter than any gem, especially when she laughed, or her mood grew playful and mischievous. Her eyes reminded me of those mood rings that everyone was wearing back then. Their intensity varied depending on how she felt, although she always seemed good-natured and happy.

Aunt Lisa was not tall and willowy like Miss July, and her breasts were not enhanced so they were the size of ripe pumpkins. But in my eyes she was perfect. Actually, I preferred her natural beauty to the bottle-blonds and silicone sirens featured in that copy of Playboy, whose pages I had thumbed through countless times. My aunt's legs were slender and shapely from lots of walking and working in the yard, and her breasts were of a generous enough size for my taste. She could get out of bed in the morning and just run her hands through her hair and look lovely. She didn't need to spend time primping to look pretty. She already was, and more.

Spring and summer were always my favourite months -- not only because I had a reprieve from school, but mainly because my aunt got out her warm-weather clothes once again. That meant an end to her concealing her wonderful body beneath jeans and the loose, bulky pullovers that she wore during fall and winter. It also meant that I was in an almost constant state of arousal from being around her. I was always impatient for bedtime so I could jerk off in the privacy of my room. 

It became second nature for me to steal sideways leers at my aunt's nice ass and tanned legs as she bent over, working in her flower or vegetable garden. Often I would slyly peer down the front of whatever top or dress she was wearing too, so I could snatch a glance at her breasts. I would become almost mesmerized as I saw them quiver or sway a bit as she leaned over, digging at the soil or tugging at weeds. On a few very memorable occasions I was even fortunate enough to see a hard nipple standing out from her breathtaking mounds. They were thick, and lighter than her tanned skin. Those few seconds I was afforded to see them was always far too short for my prurient desire though. I hungered to see her naked, but had long convinced myself that yearning would forever be relegated to mere fantasy.

With my uncle working daily, sometimes almost until sunset during the summer, I spent almost all of my time with my aunt. I had friends that I had made at school, and I would pedal my bike the mile or two to their houses after school and on weekend afternoons, but the bulk of my time was spent at home. Looking back, I think my aunt and I filled voids in each others lives. She became the mother I needed, and I was the son she wanted. 

Once I reached the age of eighteen I think I became the young man she turned to when my uncle was working all day, and she became my ideal of femininity. It was a different kind of void that we each had by that time, and a much different bond that we shared, but just as strong. That was what caused us to grow closer in a way that few would suspect, and even fewer would condone, during my eighteenth summer.

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Uncle Wayne was always an early riser. Even on weekends he didn't sleep in. He was a hard worker, ambitious, and always up before the sun. I really admire him for it. It wasn't long before I grew to ignore the sound of the shower most mornings soon after my uncle woke up. But on that Tuesday morning during the second week of July when the sound of the streaming water woke me for some reason I remained awake. Steve was sleeping at the foot of the bed, curled up like an ouroboros. I kind of envied him.

I grew eager to begin the day and spend as much of it as possible with my Aunt Lisa. But that was nothing new for me. Shortly after I heard Uncle Wayne leave the bathroom I heard the door close again, then the shower started up again. Probably my aunt, I thought. Knowing she was completely naked with just that wall separating us was vexing. My kingdom for x-ray vision!

After I heard the rumble of Uncle Wayne's truck later as he left the yard I got up. I showered quickly, then got dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. I tried to appear relaxed as I joined my aunt in the kitchen so she wouldn't realize how excited I felt, although she probably saw through my veneer years ago I admitted to myself. I was actually a little relieved when I saw that she was wearing navy shorts and a tan tank top -- nothing especially revealing to torment me all day. But her tank top had a scooped neck, so if she bent over the view would be riveting.

I think my aunt had put on a little weight during the winter because she was a noticeably more buxom than the previous summer. Her thighs seemed a little more cushiony too. I liked the result, a lot. No way would my hands ever accommodate her firm breasts now, I thought to myself the times that I stole glances at them. 

"Morning," Aunt Lisa said. She looked up from her bowl of oatmeal with a warm smile as I entered the kitchen. 

"Morning," I replied. I made my way to the cupboard for some Rice Crispies. I filled a bowl with some, along with milk, then poured myself a glass of apple juice. I sat down at the opposite end of the table from her and sprinkled sugar over my cereal.

When she got up to bring her empty bowl and the pot on the stove to soak in the sink I followed her from the corner of my eye. She walked behind me to the fridge and refilled her glass of juice.

"Want some more?" she asked, holding up the juice container.

"Yes, please," I said.

Aunt Lisa stood beside me, refilling my glass. When I felt her hip brush my arm I almost flinched. I could feel my cock react, rising inside my shorts. Once she sat back down I relaxed some and finished my cereal. I put my bowl in the sink and found her watching me when I turned around.

"Want to go out on the patio and finish our juice?" she asked. "It's going to be a beautiful day."

"Yeah. That sounds good," I said.

On the patio were several wooden chairs and two tables that Uncle Wayne had built. There was also a bench that was his creation too. I sat down on it, so the morning sun would be at my back. My aunt joined me, sitting down to my left. She crossed her legs and took a sip of her juice. My eyes shifted, locking on her silky, tanned thighs.

"I love sitting out here in the mornings. It's my favourite time of day," she said.

"Yeah, it's really nice out here," I agreed.

"Oh... I'm going to do some laundry later," she said. "Do you have anything that needs to be washed?"

"Yeah," I said. "A few pairs of jeans and t-shirts."

"Well, go gather them up in a while, and I'll throw them in with the rest of the stuff," she told me.

"Thanks." I looked at her and smiled. She looked lovely, and her hair gleamed like polished obisidian with the morning sun shining on it. I didn't realize how long I'd been admiring her until she turned her head towards me. Her eyes shone like sapphires as she gave me a curious smile.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said, noticing that I sounded defensive.

"I learned long ago that it's never nothing when a young man looks at me like that," she sardonically said.

I laughed, trying to lessen the tension I felt, then concluded that telling her the truth, or at least part of it, wasn't so bad after all. "I was just looking at your hair," I said. "And noticing how shiny it was."

Aunt Lisa smiled, seeming pleased by my comment. "Thanks, I've been using a different conditioner lately, so maybe that's it," she said, then paused as a peculiar smile formed on her face. "But you're the first guy in ages who's noticed my hair. Lately when I go out they look at my tits."

Before I could restrain myself, I let out a sharp burst of laughter at my aunt's comment. Then I quickly clamped my mouth shut, giving her a rueful look. "Sorry," I spat out. "You kind of shocked me with that comment."

My aunt was now laughing at my reaction. Once she had caught her breath she smiled at me and shrugged. "Well, it's true," she said. "I never thought I'd still have teenagers looking at me when I was in my thirties. Especially after the weight I gained last winter." Once she finished her eyes left mine and she frowned.

I watched as Aunt Lisa's expression turned gloomy, and I struggled to find something to say to make her feel better. A lot of things came to mind -- mostly that she was very pretty and looked even better with a few more pounds on her -- but I worried that she would either dismiss what I said as insincere flattery, or consider it inappropriate for a nephew to say to his aunt. Before I could gather any words she interrupted my thoughts.


Renaissance of the Heart



"I should be doing laundry instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself. Go get what you want washed and I'll do it," she said.

I hurried up to my bedroom, still dwelling on my conversation with my aunt, and gathered up some clothes for her to wash. I left my room, holding a few pairs of jeans, t-shirts, and underwear. As I was approaching the stairs I heard her call out to me.

"I'm in here," she said.

I turned towards her and Uncle Wayne's bedroom, and saw her in there. She was dropping a pair of my uncle's pants and a shirt in a yellow plastic laundry basket on the floor beside the bed. "Just put that stuff in here," she said.

I walked over to the laundry basket and dropped the bundle of clothes I was holding in to the basket. Just as I did that, my aunt tossed a blouse of hers and a bra atop the pile. I froze, my eyes locking on the bra. It was white, and the upper halves of the panels were made of lace. My cock began to stiffen as I imagined my her wearing it. It was only when I heard her soft laugh that I looked up again.

Aunt Lisa was picking up a couple of t-shirts from a chair in the corner to my left. She walked over beside me and dropped the t-shirts in the basket. "I thought men were only interested in what was inside my bras," she teased as her eyes grew a shade brighter.

I felt my cheeks getting warm, then I gave her a brazen grin. "I was just thinking that it doesn't look big enough to hold everything of yours," I retorted.

My aunt seemed surprised by my bold comment, but laughed. She glanced down at herself. "Well, it is a little tight, since I gained that weight over the winter," she admitted.

"Are you bragging or complaining?" I shot back.

Another laugh left her mouth, and Aunt Lisa said "Well, I'm not going to complain because by boobs have gotten bigger," she said with a sexy grin. "Some women have to pay to have that done."

"I bet Uncle Wayne hasn't complained either," I said.

Her smile faded and she sighed. "I don't think he notices anymore. Either that, or he doesn't care," she said, sounding melancholy.

"I find that hard to believe," I told her. "I would expect that he wouldn't be able to leave you alone for a minute."

"So did I, at first," she said. "But he barely shows any interest anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I muttered, avoiding her listless eyes for a moment.

"Don't be sorry; it's not your fault," she said.

"Well, it's not yours either," I assured her. I thought for a few moments, then decided to be perfectly frank. "I know I probably shouldn't say this, but I think you look great, Aunt Lisa."

Aunt Lisa's eyes regained their shimmer and the smile returned to her face. "Thanks, Doug," she said. "That's awfully sweet of you."

"I'm not saying it to be sweet. I'm saying it because it's the truth," I told her. Again, I struggled with my thoughts, then said "When we were outside, I wanted to say something when I saw how sad you looked, but I was afraid that you'd be offended, or think it was inappropriate for me to say to you."

Aunt Lisa's eyes widened in surprise slightly and she stepped closer, seeming curious. "No, of course I wouldn't be offended. You can say whatever you want to me, Doug," she said.

"Well, I was going to say that I think you're really pretty, and you look even better with a few more pounds on you," I said, then gave her a sly grin. "I mean, the extra weight definitely went to all the right places."

My aunt laughed. "You mean here and here," she said, pointing to her right breast, then her left, with her eyes and fingertip as she stuck her chest out for emphasis.

I felt my cock begin to stiffen as my eyes lingered on my aunt's ample bosom, filling out her tank top. I smiled and said "If you're going to gain weight, that's the place you want it."

I could feel the tension building as my aunt and I stood beside the bed. I was growing increasingly horny, and was afraid that she would notice it, or at least how my erection was beginning to push out at my jeans.

After a few more seconds of us struggling for something to say Aunt Lisa said "I suppose I should get this laundry started."

"Let me carry the basket down," I said as I bent down to pick up the laundry basket. 

Just as I bent down to pick up the laundry basket Aunt Lisa leaned over to grab it too. Within moments I found myself staring down the front of her tank top. Her heavy breasts swayed a bit, held snugly by a plain white bra. I could feel my cock stiffen as I reached for the handle of the basket, still looking at her firm mounds, barely concealed by her thin bra.

"I'll bring this down to the laundry room," I said as I picked up the basket, avoiding my aunt's eyes.

I could feel the plastic basket pressed to my throbbing shaft as I brought the laundry down to the basement where the washing machine and dryer were. Aunt Lisa followed. I hoisted the basket up on the edge of the washing machine and took a step back.

One by one my aunt began removing the things from the basket and dropped them in the washer. When she picked up the white lace bra I'd been looking at in her room she stopped and smiled at me.

"Here's your favourite bra," she teased, holding it up for me to see. "Unless... you've found a new favourite one in the last few minutes."

"Huh?" I grunted as I hooded my eyes.

Aunt Lisa dropped the bra into the washer, then turned back to me. "I meant the one I'm wearing," she explained. "I mean, you must have gotten a pretty good look at it up there in the bedroom." She gave me a sultry smile as she folded her arms over her midriff.

"Oh... yeah," I admitted with a wistful sigh.

"And..." she prodded as her eyes widened.

"I still like the other one better," I said, then gave her a bright smile to hide my nervousness.

"Well, I'll wear it one of these days, just for you," she promised. "Now let's go back outside." She motioned with her head as she turned to leave the room.

When Aunt Lisa and I went back out on the patio it seemed even hotter than it had been earlier. She joined me on the bench again and stretched her legs out. When she noticed me running my eyes up and down them a wide smile broke out on her face.

"So, I guess you really think I look okay?" she asked timidly, seeming to need more reassuring, and maybe fishing for compliments.

I nodded. "Of course. A lot better than okay," I told her.

"Thanks, Doug," she said. Then a few seconds she rolled her eyes, seeming nervous. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.

"Doing what?" I asked, wondering if we were still having the same conversation.

"Turning to my teenage nephew for reassurance about how I look," she elaborated. "Don't you think that's a little.... weird?" She turned her head towards me, seeming worried or concerned.

I shook my head. "No, of course not," I told her. "We've always been supportive of each other -- ever since you guys took me in when Mom and Dad died. Do you think it's weird for me to think that you're pretty?"

Aunt Lisa's mouth tightened and there seemed to be turmoil in her sapphire eyes. "But that wasn't quite what we were taking about earlier... upstairs," she said, then pulled at the corner of her mouth.

"Sure it was," I insisted as I grew nervous, recalling the conversation.

"Yeah, but we were talking about my boobs too... after I caught you looking at my bra in the laundry basket," she said.

I let out a quick burst of nervous laughter, then said "But you are pretty, Aunt Lisa."

"Thank you, Doug. That really is good to hear," Aunt Lisa said then thought for a moment. "I guess I just feel guilty though." She was staring down at her hands and fumbling with her wedding ring as she spoke.

"Guilty? Why?" I asked.

She twisted around on the bench to face me. Slowly, her eyes moved up from her lap until they met mine. I expected to see sorrow or regret in them, but instead I saw longing. "Because... I kind of like the other stuff too." She spoke in a hush, as though saying the wirds pained her.

"What other stuff? I asked.

"Doug, you know..." she began, sounding a little irritated. "The way you look at me sometimes... the comments you make -- like earlier in the bedroom." She sighed, and it looked as though all her defenses were down. "And you know that it's not just over the past few days. You've been doing it for a couple of years."

Aunt Lisa's words stung. Not because she was being harsh or mean, but because she was right. "I'm sorry," I told her, feeling genuinely contrite. "I'll be good from now on... and watch what I say." I searched her eyes, hoping to find some sign of relief or forgiveness. Instead, I saw more turmoil.

"It's not that, Doug. I don't expect you to be sorry. I'm not sorry -- that's the problem," she told me.

"But it's not like you have anything to be sorry for," I told her.

Aunt Lisa turned her body towards me. She bent her right leg and brought her knee up on the bench. It rubbed along my thigh. Without even thinking about it I found myself staring at her soft, tanned skin. I followed it up to where her shorts were covering the most forbidden place for me to look, or even think about. I wondered what her panties looked like. I imagined them pulled taut over her soft, pink lips.

"Being a parent is a huge responsibility. I may not have given birth to you, Doug, but it's still up to me to do what I consider what's right, and what's best for you. And I don't think it's healthy for me to give in to the feelings you have for me," she said.

"You've been a perfect mother to me," I told her. "I can't imagine Mom doing a better job if she were still alive. So don't ever feel guilty, or question it just because I have feelings that I probably shouldn't. You never did anything to encourage me that way, and I'm eighteen; I'm not a kid." I stopped briefly and gave her hand a squeeze before continuing. "I'm just a pervert," I added with a laugh. "Besides, you're beautiful."

Aunt Lisa laughed. "Well, I don't think I'm beautiful, but thanks. And if you're a pervert, then you come by it honestly," she said. "I think there are a few perverts in the family." She became silent and thoughtful, then asked "Did you really mean it -- that I've done as good a job raising you as Diane would have?"

I gave her an emphatic nod. "Yes. Absolutely," I said.

In an instant I noticed tears pooling in my aunt's brilliant blue eyes. She fluttered them a few times and tucked her trembling lower lip into her mouth. She wiped the back of her forefinger over her watery eyes and smiled lovingly. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Doug," she said in a shaky voice. "Thank-you."

"It's true, Aunt Lisa. It's not flattery," I said. "Uncle Wayne has been a great dad too. He should be proud of himself."

My aunt's lip was quivering a little more now. She moved closer to me and threw her arms around my shoulders, clinging to me. She buried her face in my neck as her hand glided along my spine. I could feel her tears on my skin, wetting my neck. Then she pressed her lips to my cheek and kissed me as she held the back of my head. 

My arms were around her waist and I ran my right hand up her back, tenderly rubbing her as we embraced. My cock was throbbing as I concentrated on how her breasts felt against me and I began to worry that she would look down at my lap and notice my erection. 

After well over a minute had passed my aunt said "This is so nice -- you holding me like this. I hate how some nights when I to go to bed and Wayne's asleep, or doesn't hold me."

"Oh..." I grunted, unsure of what else to say at first. "Well, I can imagine he's tired after working all day and --"

"Don't bother trying to make excuses for him, Doug," she said, cutting me off and sounding angry. Then she relaxed and said "Just keep holding me, please."

I did just that, wrapping my left arm tighter around her waist and running my right hand over her back. My cock throbbed in my shorts and I wished I could have reached down to rub it. She let out a contented sigh and settled into my embrace, more like a lover than an aunt. 

My aunt and I remained there for about an hour, silently holding one another. It was only later when she glanced at her watch that she sat up, pushing her hair back over her shoulders.

"I better get that laundry hung out," she said.

I followed her back down to the laundry room, then carried the basket of wet clothes out for her to hang on the clothesline. I stood beside her, talking about all sorts of things while she pinned sheets an clothes to the line. 

Once the clothes had been hung out we went back inside. My aunt announced that she was going in to the living room to read for a while. She said that she'd gotten a book from the local library and was eager to finish it. I thought that maybe her wanting some time alone had less to do with wanting to read than some solitude so she could sort out her feelings. Whatever the reason, I did not want to intrude, so went up to my room to listen to music.

When I heard my uncle's truck pull in the yard around suppertime I went down. I was beginning to get hungry and could already smell food that my aunt was cooking. The three of us had supper while my uncle told Aunt Lisa about his day. Once we had eaten and the kitchen had been tidied we went to watch television.

I watched television with my aunt and uncle that evening, but paid little attention to it. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, ideas and emotions. I was the last to go to bed that night. Later, as I lay in the semi-darkness of my bedroom, stroking my cock, I felt confident that Aunt Lisa and I were growing closer, although not in a way that was condoned by society.

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The next day I was in my room, lying on my bed, reading a book and listening to music. It was around one o'clock and I was bored and horny. I wished that Aunt Lisa needed to go out for groceries or something so I could jerk off without worrying about getting caught. But when we ate lunch a half hour earlier she never mentioned having to run any errands. What I didn't plan on was something much better than time alone. Something that would be the beginning of the most glorious period of my life so far.

When I looked up from my book and saw my Aunt Lisa in the doorway to my room I felt my heart leap. She was wearing a pair of faded red shorts, pink sneakers with no socks, and a pale blue halter top. Her halter had a deep V-neck that displayed her tanned upper chest. Experience had taught me it would also provide a thrilling view of a good portion of her breasts when she leaned over. I had become familiar with Aunt Lisa's summer clothes, and that halter top was one of my favourites. 

"Feel like picking some blueberries with me?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, dropping my book on the bed beside me. 

At the southern side of the property was a field about two acres in size. My uncle never used it for anything or tended it. He sometimes talked about selling it as a house lot, but never did. In the summer the grass turned golden and dry, standing almost knee-high in places. There was a row of spruce trees that Uncle Wayne's father had planted as a windbreak at the edge of the field, a couple of minute's walk from the house. In the field were bushes of wild blueberries that my aunt would pick every summer. 

My Aunt Lisa loved to cook, and was very good at it. One of my favourite recipes of hers was always blueberry pie, made from the blueberries we picked in that field. She saved old ice cream containers, and we would go out to the field and fill them with berries. She would freeze some of the berries so we could have pies in the winter. That was a treat I always looked forward to.

Spending time with Aunt Lisa picking blueberries would be even more thrilling than staring at the well-worn pages of Playboy, and I followed her like a puppy down to the kitchen. We each got a large empty ice cream container from a cupboard below the counter and went outside. 

Aunt Lisa's black hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a baseball cap. Her skin was tanned from her time in the sun. She looked like a bronze goddess. My aunt's attire was nothing out of the ordinary though. She spent a lot of time in her flower and vegetable gardens, and loved being in the sun. Once spring arrived she seldom wore long pants and had a collection of tank tops, halters and sun dresses that got a lot of usage. What had changed though was how I took notice of her, and how my body responded to the sight of her. I had always found my aunt pretty, but it was in an innocent way -- like how someone admires their mother. Once adolescence had me in it's grip I began regarding my aunt in an entirely different way.

Once my aunt and I arrived at the row of spruce trees we passed between a gap in them and into the field. We began picking blueberries, each working our way in different directions from one bush to another. Her back was to me, which meant she would not be able to see how my erection tented my shorts. After a while it died away and I concentrated on filling my ice cream container. But I still took the occasional look back at her as she bent over the bushes and ran my eyes up her legs to her firm ass. Her breasts hung down and swayed as she filled the plastic container in her hand. My erection returned and I wished I was standing in front of her so I had a better view.

It took me the better part of an hour to get my container a little over half-full. By then, sweat was beginning to soak my t-shirt and my back was sore. My muscles ached, but I kept reminding myself how delicious the pies that my aunt would bake would be. That was my motivation. She too seemed to be feeling the effects of bending over in the blazing sun. From the corner of my eye I saw her stand up and press her hand to her lower back. She let out a groan and moved her head in a tight circle, trying to loosen the knots in her neck.

"Are you okay?" I turned around to her, concerned by her cry of pain as she stood up.

"Yeah -- just kind of sore from all this bending over," my aunt said. "How many do you have picked?"

I walked over to show her my container. She surveyed it, then looked in hers. She had picked about as much as I had so far, if not a little more. "That should be enough, for today anyway. I can make two pies with that, and we can come back another day for more," she said.

I was relieved by her decision, and sat down on the tall grass. I placed the container of berries on the dense grass to my left and stretched my neck and back. Aunt Lisa sat down to my right. She was sitting cross-legged, with her palms planted on the ground on either side of her. She arched her back and twisted her head about, wincing.

"It's a good thing I love blueberry pie so much, or this wouldn't be worth it," she said.

"I was kind of thinking the same thing a little while ago," I replied.

My aunt relaxed and rested her forearms on her bare thighs. She was leaning over a little, and from the corner of my eye I could see most of her right breast as I peered inside her halter. I noticed where the tan line was on her soft skin, just inches from where I guessed her areola began. Her nipple pushed out at the blue material covering it, and I wished I could see it too.

I stared in to her halter again, surveying her exposed breast. No way would my hands ever accommodate her firm globes now, I thought to myself, although I wanted to try. My cock was rock hard again, so I covered it with my folded arms. Aunt Lisa had closed her eyes as she basked in the sun and I became braver. My eyes never left the inside of her halter until I heard her speak.

"If Wayne saw you looking at me like that, he'd be jealous." Her voice was soft and teasing -- not harsh or angry, like I would have expected it to be if she caught me with my eyes where they shouldn't be. She also had a smile on her face. 




Renaissance of the Heart



"I'm sorry," I said. I looked down at the ground beneath me, wishing it would open up.

"You know, Doug, most people would say it's kind of gross and wrong for you to look at me like that." Her head was turned towards me, but her voice still had that same soft quality.

"Most people?" I asked, surprised by her word choice. I had thought that everyone but me would consider my taboo feelings to be perverted and disgusting.

My aunt thought for a few seconds, almost seeming nervous or confused. After a while she smiled again and said "Well, I don't think you're gross. I love you."

"I love you too," I told her. I reconsidered her comment for a moment, then asked "Does that mean you don't mind me looking at you?" I was hopeful, but still a little puzzled.

Aunt Lisa sighed and looked down at her feet for a while. "I should mind it," she said. "But to tell you the truth -- just between you and me -- I don't see any real harm in it. I know you're a normal, healthy young man, and it's only natural for you to look at girls."

I was taken aback by her answer, but I was also equally happy and excited by it. I grinned and said "You're healthy too," as I took another look inside her halter to emphasize my point.

My aunt's delightful laugh rang out when she heard my pointed comment and followed my eyes. She looked down at her chest. Then her dreamy eyes met mine again. She slid closer to me on the dry grass and put her left arm around my shoulders. "You seem to notice me as much as Wayne does," she teased. "Maybe more lately."

"Uh... I don't know about that," I mumbled.

"I'm just teasing, Doug," she said reassuringly. "But I was serious about Wayne not liking it if he saw where your eyes were a little while ago, or if other people saw it. Do you understand?" Her words actually sounded more like a warning than censure.

"Yeah, I do," I told her as I nodded my head.

"Good," she replied. "But, we don't need to worry about that when we're here. No one can see through that wall of spruce." She gestured with her head to the trees to her left, then smirked.

It seemed to me that my aunt felt as though nothing more needed to be said about our new understanding because that was all she said about the matter. Maybe she was nervous about discussing it any further, like I was. We sat in silence for a while with her arm around me and leaning on my shoulder. I slid my arm around her and ran my hand up her back until it was half way up, where her halter didn't cover her. Her skin was soft and warm and I gave it a slow rub, wanting to feel as much of her as I dared.

"Mmmm... that feels good," she said. "My back is killing me from picking those berries."

Not waiting for an invitation, or bothering to ask permission, I continued to rub her soft back. She didn't protest, but instead tilted her head down and relaxed. My cock was trying to rip a hole in the front of my shorts, so I moved and sat behind her. There I could get better access to her back and she couldn't see my erection. I began working both hands over her back, pressing harder and moving up to her shoulders, then back down. The air felt charged, and all I could hear were songbirds in the distance.

After about five minutes my aunt straightened her back. "Okay, we better stop," she said.

Her choice of words made me curious, but I didn't question her about it. Although I wondered if maybe she felt the need to rein herself in because she was enjoying what I was doing as much as I was. But I convinced myself it was just wishful thinking. 

My hands were on her bare shoulders when she had asked me to stop, but I slid them down to her waist. I left them there and she leaned back against my chest. I looked down inside her halter, at her perfect breasts.

"How's the view?" she asked after close to a minute, then twisted her head around to flash me a cagey look.

"Ah, good," I said, surprised by her blatant question.

I heard a soft titter leave her mouth and she crossed her arms under her breasts and pushed them up. They suddenly became sizable spheres that were barely covered by her halter. About an inch below the edge of the blue cotton I could see the outline of her stiff nipples. I was sure she must have been able to feel my heart pounding furiously against her back. I held her shoulders tighter as I looked down, awestruck by how big and round her breasts were as she pushed them together and up.

"Wow..." I breathed.

"Wayne likes watch when I do this to them too." She let out a sexy laugh, then added "But sometimes he likes to do something else with them too." Aunt Lisa gave me a sideways look, grinning as her eyes sparkled. 

"Huh?" I grunted, not understanding what she was insinuating.

When she saw my puzzled look, the expression on her face changed. She seemed vaguely nervous and her eyes shifted. "If I show you something, do you promise never to tell anyone, especially Wayne?" she slowly asked.

"Yeah. Of course," I said.

Aunt Lisa turned around to face me. She removed her right arm from under her breasts and pushed her left forearm up higher, then brought her elbow in tighter towards her left breast. She clutched her right mound in her hand. Now her bosom had become two plump hills once more, rising from her top. 

"Give me your hand," she said, reaching out for it.

I extended my hand to hers and she took my index finger and wrapped her lips around it. She sucked it into her mouth, making it slippery wet. The sensation of my aunt's pliant, wet lips wrapped around my finger was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I felt my cock twitch and I became almost dizzy with arousal. I could feel her soft tongue as she slid my finger from between her pursed lips. It left her mouth with a lewd wet sound. 

Aunt Lisa guided my wet finger towards her tight cleavage. Slowly, she slid it in between her breasts as far as she could. I could feel her firm breasts beneath the backs of my curled fingers and knuckles as my finger sunk deep between them. Her skin felt velvety soft, yet very firm. My aunt held my hand, pushing my finger in and out of her tight cleft. She was moving it a little faster now, so my hand and wrist pushed against her fleshy mounds harder with each inward stab of my slick finger. She was looking down, watching my finger moving between her orbs and smiling, seeming to enjoy it as much as me, if that was possible.

Seconds usually pass in the blink of an eye, but those wonderful ten or fifteen seconds seemed to pass in slow motion for me. They became forever etched in my memory. After about ten seconds or more she stopped moving my hand. My finger was still buried deep in her cleavage so the backs of my fingers were pushing on her firm orbs. I let my wrist go limp against her, intent on touching as much of her exposed skin as I possibly could. She looked back over her shoulder again, still smiling. Now her eyes looked a like the sky after a thunderstorm.

"Now imagine doing that with something besides your finger," she said in a husky voice and winked.

A broad smile formed on my face as the image formed in my mind. I looked down at my hand, resting on her breasts. They rose and fell with her breathing. I wiggled my finger around, deep between them, causing her to laugh. 

"Okay, I think that's enough of you sticking your finger in there," she said as she removed my hand from her chest. "Didn't you know you could do that to a girl?" she asked, sounding surprised.

I shook my head, feeling very horny and bashful over my ignorance regarding sex.

"It's called 'tit fucking'," she told me.

My aunt seldom swore, and I had never heard her use vulgar language before, so hearing those words come from her mouth shocked me somewhat. But it also excited me a lot. I smiled at her. Her lips were still wet and glistening. She was tugging her halter up so her breasts settled back into it. I watched, wondering if her hard nipples indicated that she was turned-on too. She raised her eyes to meet mine and gave me a wanton grin.

"You're so innocent, Doug... it's adorable," she giggled. "How'd you stay like that after all these years with Wayne and me?"

I felt the smile leave my face and I frowned at my aunt's teasing. I knew she didn't mean any harm, but it still made me feel very insecure. I grew silent.

It was then she saw somber my expression, and she frowned. Then she leaned in to me and pressed her dewy lips to my cheek. I looked down at the shiny wet spot on her breasts and wished it was my cum. 

"I'm sorry, Doug. I didn't mean to make you feel bad," she said, sounding like I felt.

"It's okay," I said with a shrug.

"No, it's not okay. I'm sorry." She ran her hand down the side of my head to my neck, smiling at me. "Maybe I can corrupt you," she said. "Doesn't that sound like fun?" She gave me a bewitching smile and her eyes flickered.

"Yeah... it does," I told her as my smile returned

"Good. I know I'll have a lot of fun doing it." My aunt leaned closer again and placed a soft, lingering kiss on my right cheek, then gave me a slightly worried look. "I hope I can trust you to keep this stuff between us though," she said softly, yet firmly.

"Yeah. For sure," I told her.

"Good. Thanks, Doug. Wayne doesn't need to know everything I do, does he?" she said with a devious grin. "Now let's get back to the house." 

Aunt Lisa stood up and motioned with her head and eyes. I picked up the containers of blueberries and walked along with her. Her movements seemed more lithe as we made our way back to the house and I was captivated by the sway of her hips.

Once my aunt had washed the blueberries in a colander she tied an apron around her waist and began making two pies. I pulled a chair away from the table and sat down to watch her and talk with her. Music was coming from a clock radio in a corner on the counter but I paid no attention to it. Every one of my senses was focused on my aunt.

As she was flattening out the dough with a rolling pin, Aunt Lisa paused and looked over her shoulder, frowning and said "What we got today will barely make two pies."

"Do you want to get some more tomorrow?" I asked. Thoughts of what had happened in the field were still fresh in my mind, and I hoped that maybe if we went back the next day my aunt might be in a playful, naughty mood again.

Her back was to me again and she said "Sure. If I don't use them right away I can always freeze them for winter," she said.

I smiled to myself as I went to the cupboard for a glass, then the fridge to pour myself some Pepsi. I sat back down, sipping my pop and running my eyes up and down my aunt's legs and ass.

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That evening, while I ate supper with my aunt and uncle, I avoided looking at her as much as possible. I worried that if our eyes met my uncle might be suspicious. As it was, I had to force a smile from my face. After we finished eating my uncle and I went in to the living room to watch television. Aunt Lisa remained in the kitchen for a while, doing dishes and tidying-up.

My Uncle Wayne was on the couch drinking a beer. I was in an adjacent chair, more preoccupied with thoughts of my aunt and what we had done in the field than the TV shows that were on. After about an hour I went out to see what she was doing, under the pretext of getting myself a glass of pop.

She was sitting at the table looking at a flier from a grocery store. There was a pen in her hand and a half-finished grocery list to her right. She looked up and smiled when I walked in. "We'll be getting groceries Friday night. Is there anything you want?" she asked.

"Ah... more pop, please," I said as I poured some Pepsi into a glass.

I walked over and stood beside my aunt, looking over her right shoulder at the flier spread out on the table. A few seconds later my eyes shifted and I peered inside her halter top at her cleavage. My cock stiffened, and soon my shorts felt very constraining.

As though she felt my eyes on her, she turned her head so she was facing the front of my shorts. Her full lips curled into a smile when she saw my package, then she raised her eyes to mine a few seconds later. She dropped the pen to the table and pressed her forefinger to her lips, reminding me to be quiet. 

I nodded, seconds later my mouth was agape. Aunt Lisa cupped her breasts in her palms, squeezing them hard and pushing them up. This had the same effect as it did in the field earlier that day, but perhaps more breathtaking and spectacular. I stared at her firm orbs as she looked up, shooting me a tantalizing grin. A few seconds later she released her breasts.

"Now get back in there," she whispered.

I returned to the livingroom, feeling nervous about facing Uncle Wayne. But I was surprised and relieved to find him asleep on the couch. I sat down and quietly sipped my pop, watching TV.

Around nine o'clock my aunt joined us. I followed her with my eyes. Uncle Wayne had roused from his nap by then. She sat down beside him and took his hand in hers and pulled his arm around her, then settled back against his chest. I would have given anything to be him at that moment.

Around ten-thirty, when Uncle Wayne said that he was going to have a shower, then go to bed, I was glad. I wanted some time alone. I had found it stressful forcing myself to not steal glances at my aunt and appear indifferent to her presence. Then when she spoke up, I grew excited.

"I'll be up in a while," Aunt Lisa told my uncle. "I'm going to watch some more TV." 

Her eyes darted my way and she grew silent until the sound of the shower could be heard.

She patted the couch cushion to her left. "Come keep me company," she asked in a tone of voice no man could refuse.

Even before I was sitting beside her my cock was hard. I shifted a bit and looked at her beside me.

"Thanks for going berry picking with me today," she said.

"No problem," I said as I stole another glance at her cleavage. "It's worth it to have some pies."

"Plus you learned something today," she said. "I hope you had fun."

"Yeah, I did," I said. "Thanks."

She thought for a moment as her eyes darted left and right, then she said "To tell you the truth, I found it a lot of fun too."

"Really?" I wondered if she had enjoyed it too, but had not dared hope so.

"Yeah," she said with a nod. "I'm really getting to like being bad with you."

"Then be as bad as you want," I told her.

"I thought you'd say something like that. But... I'm still your aunt, you know..." she said, looking vexed.

I thought for a few moments, then said "Except in the field."

Her eyes widened and she straightened her back. "Oh? And what am I in the field?"

"My teacher," I said with with a bold grin.

Aunt Lisa laughed. "Well, the teacher needs to get some sleep," she said as she got up from the couch. As she was standing up she took a glance at my lap and smiled when she noticed that I was hard. "You should get to bed soon too. It looks like I gave you some homework to do."

I laughed as I watched my aunt leave the livingroom. After she went upstairs I went to the kitchen and cut myself another slice of her freshly baked pie. It was delicious, and I gulped it down quickly. About an hour was all I could stand to wait before I went up to my bedroom. I thought that by then my aunt and uncle would be asleep. I got into bed and immediately reached for my hard cock.

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When I woke up that Saturday I stared at the ceiling, listening to the sound of the shower in the next room. My thoughts immediately went to what had happened the day before in the field with Aunt Lisa. My cock reacted instantly, stiffening and pushing up at the sheet covering it. I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking as I played the scene back in my head.

After I came I wondered what I was going to do that day. My aunt and uncle had gone for groceries the night before, so he would be home today. I felt very anxious about being around him, and I'm sure that having me around would make Aunt Lisa uncomfortable too.

Once I had thought about it a while I decided that I would pay a visit to one of my best friends, Brian, who lived about a mile away. I had met Brian in junior high and we had been friends for years. I spent many hours at his house listening to music. He had a great album collection -- so did his dad. That was always a big draw to his place. Another reason I liked going over there was because of his cousin, April.

April was a year younger than Brian and me, and lived nearby. On most Friday nights and weekends she would visit Brian's sister, Patti. Brian and Patti used to tease me that April had a crush on me, and that I should ask her out. The truth was that I really did like April a lot. She was really cute, smart and funny, but I guess my emotions were so wrapped up with my aunt that dating someone wasn't a big priority with me. But on that day I thought that getting out for a while and maybe even seeing April would do me good.

Once the bathroom was free I showered quickly, then went down to have breakfast. My aunt and uncle were already in the kitchen eating and they greeted me with warm smiles. I poured myself some cereal and sat between them, munching the bran flakes and avoiding their eyes.

"So, what are you up to today, Doug?"

I looked up from my cereal when my aunt asked me the question and gulped down a mouthful of cereal. "I'm going to go see what Brian's up to after I finish this," I said. "We'll probably hang out and listen to music."

I finished my cereal quickly and put the bowl in the sink. As I was reaching for my jacket and getting ready to leave for Brian's, my uncle said something that made me regret my decision.

"I should be back by supper," he told my aunt. 

"Where are you going?" I asked him, hoping to not sound overly inquisitive.

"Randy needs help building a deck on his house, so I said I'd give him a hand," my uncle explained.

"Oh," I grunted with a nod. I tried to not show my frustration, but had I known that he would be gone for the day I would have decided to stay home. But I'd committed myself and changing my mind suddenly would seem suspicious. I pulled a ball cap on my head and said "I'm gonna take off. I'll see you guys later."

I walked to Brian's place with my hands buried in the pockets of my jacket, head down, mentally kicking my ass for not asking what my uncle would be doing before divulging my plans. Well, maybe April would be at Brian's, I told myself, trying to make the best of a bad situation.

It took me a little over a half hour to make it to Brian's house, but it was a beautiful day and the walk gave me time to think and sort out my feelings. When time I got to Brian's and was greeted at the door by his mother I was at first disappointed all over again, then rather happy.

"I'm sorry, Doug," she said. "Brian and Patti have gone to their cousin's; it's her birthday. She turns eighteen today."

"Oh... that's nice," I said, feigning happiness for her. "Well, tell Brian I stopped by."

I walked down their back porch and ambled down the driveway towards the road. At first I was rather irritated at having walked all that distance for nothing, then a smile broke out on my face. With Uncle Wayne at his friend's place building a deck, I would get to spend the day with my aunt. I quickened my pace as I walked back home.

When I turned and began walking up the driveway I was glad to not see my uncle's truck in the yard. I almost ran the rest of the way and went inside. I was surprised to not see my aunt in the kitchen, but thought that she might be outside on the patio. I checked there, then the living room, but didn't find her. 

Then, just as I was about to go upstairs to see if she was in her bedroom, I noticed that the cellar door was ajar slightly and there was a light on down there. Thinking that Aunt Lisa must be down in the laundry room, I started to make my way down the stairs. My heart began beating faster as I got closer as I thought about being alone with her.




Renaissance of the Heart



As I was about to descend on the second last step I noticed something in the corner of my right eye. I froze, slightly started, and turned. My eyes widened and my cock was as hard as a coal chisel in seconds.

Crouched over the chest freezer was Aunt Lisa. Spread out on the freezer was the copy of Playboy that I'd discovered years previously. My aunt was wearing a light blue tank top and denim shorts. As I slowly approached her I noticed that her shorts were undone and her right hand was inside them. That was when she jerked upright and whipped around to face me. Her jaw went limp and eyes wide as she shot me an aghast expression.

"I... I thought you were going to Brian's," she said, her voice thick and shaky.

"He wasn't home." As I spoke I stared at my aunt's unzipped shorts. They were open wide enough for me to see that she was wearing silky red panties. They looked very sexy and her hand was still inside them. Then my eyes shifted to the open magazine. "Where did you find that?" I asked her. "Equally surprised and curious."

Aunt Lisa's eyes shifted to her right, then back to me as she gave me a mortified look. Slowly she slipped her hand from her panties. I noticed that a couple of her fingers were wet and glistening. "Can you keep another big secret, Doug?" she asked, sounding almost as though she was frightened.

"Of course," I said as I stepped closer. It was then that I noticed her nipples. They looked harder and thicker than I'd ever seen them before. Now I was less than yard from her, leaning against the freezer, the magazine between us.

Aunt Lisa drew in a deep breath, then sighed, sounding weary. "The magazine is mine," she said, then bit the corner of her lower lip.

"Yours?" I spat out in disbelief.

She nodded. "Yeah... I bought it years ago because I was... curious. Sometimes I like to look at it," she confessed. "Please don't tell Wayne -- he'd freak out."

"Of course not. Don't worry -- he'll never know," I promised her, then took a quick look at the Playboy. It was open to a photo of a woman with auburn hair and breasts that probably cost her what could have been the down-payment on a car.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" my aunt remarked when she saw me viewing the picture.

I shrugged. "I guess," I said. "But no prettier than you. I don't know why you'd want to look at her when you can see much better by just standing in front of a mirror."

My aunt laughed and sidled closer to look over my shoulder. I could feel her breast on my back and I wanted to turn around and feel her. I could also smell a musky, intoxicating scent that was still unfamiliar to me, but not for much longer. 

"She has such nice breasts," my aunt said in a soft, husky voice.

"I like yours better," I told her, turning my head to take a look at them.

Aunt Lisa smiled and gave my cheek a soft kiss, then ran her hand over my back. My cock throbbed and my eyes returned to the photo again briefly before I turned towards my aunt. "Can I ask you something? It's kind of personal though," I said, nervously.

"Sure... it can't be any more embarrassing than what you just caught me doing," she said with a rueful laugh.

"Do you shave down there... like the girl in that photo?" I asked, then waited for an indignant response.

Instead of being offended or angered, my aunt grinned. "You wanna see for yourself? she asked in a sultry voice.

My heart began beating so hard I was afraid that it might explode. "Uh, yeah... of course," I said, hardly able to believe she was serious.

My aunt spread her unzipped shorts open even wider, then gave me a shy smile. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them and her shorts down over her hips to her thighs. I felt my jaw slacken again and my cock ache for release when I ran my eyes down over the strip of dark hair to the place where I was sure I would never get to see, yet longed to -- and more. 

"Damn, you're beautiful," I said in a husky, breathy voice.

I thought that I could not have been any more horny than I was at that moment, but when my aunt slid her right hand down over her shiny, pink lips I thought I might cum in my pants. My eyes were riveted to her folds as she moved her fingers over them. She was stroking herself up and down, then began moving a fingertip in a tight circle as her breathing increased and her eyes narrowed. 

"Was that what you were doing when I came down?" I asked.

My aunt nodded, giving me a wanton smile. Her cheeks were as red as summer roses as her fingertips continued moving in a circle down there. Then she raised her glistening fingers, examining them. Her eyes focused on them, then on me. She took a step closer and reached out with her hand, bringing her wet fingers to my mouth. I eagerly sucked them in to taste her nectar. It was my first taste ever, and I was instantly addicted.

"Mmmm... you taste so good," I moaned, licking my lips.

Aunt Lisa smiled, seeming pleased and maybe even a little relieved by my comment. "How would you like to do something for me, Doug?" she asked. Her eyes were half-closed and her voice was husky.

"Sure... anything," I said.

"Well... since you interrupted my fun," she began slowly with a foxy grin. "Maybe you could make it up to me by helping me finish what I was doing..."

I gave her a look of disbelief, almost unable to believe what she was implying.

"Have you ever touched a girl down there?" she asked.

I gave my head a regretful shake, feeling embarrassed by my lack of experience. "No," I muttered.

"It's okay," she said, sounding reassuring. "I'll show you what I like... it'll be fun."

My aunt let out a sexy giggle as she reached for my right hand. It trembled some as she brought it down between her thighs. When my fingertips met her silky, wet lips we both inhaled sharply. She felt so soft, and much wetter than I expected.

"Yeah... just like that," my aunt said as she let out a breath.

Aunt Lisa pressed down harder on my hand and I felt my middle finger slip between her wet lips. Then she eased my fingers up until I felt the tip of one move over her swollen nub. She gasped and her body tensed. I looked up, afraid that I'd been too rough and hurt her, but she began moving my finger up and down over her little button.

"Yeah... right there, Doug... touch me there... that feels wonderful. Rub it... harder."

I wasn't quite sure if I was doing what she wanted properly, but when I saw the look of pleasure on my aunt's face I was encouraged, and even more horny. I pressed down harder and began rubbing her a little faster. Her moans grew louder and her juice began to trickle down my fingers. The musky scent excited me and I wanted to taste it, but I didn't want to remove my hand from her either. She leaned into me, clutching my shoulders and pressing her breasts to me.

"Push your finger in," she panted in my ear. 

I fumbled around a bit, feeling inept, and worried that I would hurt Aunt Lisa. But when I felt my finger slide between her slick petals and being gripped inside her I felt relieved. She let out a reassuring moan and gripped my shoulders tighter. I wiggled my finger around a little, surprised by how tight and hot she felt. When I felt her begin to move her hips I matched her rhythm with my finger, pushing it in deeper until my palm was pressed to her.

"Yeah, just like that," she said. "Fuck my pussy, Doug."

Hearing my aunt use such raunchy language spurred me on. I gripped her hip with my left hand and began working my finger in and out of her faster. Slapping my palm against her juicy lips occasionally. My hard shaft was rubbing against her and I wanted to take it out and stroke it while I finished her off. I moved my hips, grinding against her as her moans grew louder.

A minute or so later she let out another gasp and a loud moan. She said something through clenched teeth that I couldn't make out as she squeezed my finger harder. Her body grew still as she clung to me and I stopped moving my hand, leaving my finger buried deep within her. After another minute she loosened her hold on me and eased away. 

"That was wonderful," she said, breathing hard. "You're going to be such a wonderful lover, Doug." She pressed her moist lips to my cheek and kissed me, then looked down between us at the bulge in my jeans. "I think it's your turn for some relief though," she said.

Before I could fathom her meaning, Aunt Lisa was on her knees in front of me, her panties and shorts still around her thighs. She unzipped my jeans, then slid them and my underwear down to my knees.

Once it was free, my rigid cock stood out from the thick curly tangle of dark hair at it's base. The veins bulged and it twitched a little. A bead of precum shone at the slit. I breathed heavily.

Aunt Lisa slid her hands up my stomach, pushing my t-shirt up past my navel. She ran her eyes down the trail of hair leading to my rigid cock. A soft moan welled in her throat and left her parted lips. 

"Mmmmm... you've got a nice cock, Doug," she said, almost moaning as she stared at it.

I don't know if I was more surprised by my aunt's compliment or her choice of words. Either way, my cock twitched when I heard her speak. I shifted, pushing my hips and shaft closer to her. "Thanks," I said in a throaty voice.

When my aunt curled her fingers around the base of my twitching shaft I heard myself moan. I clenched my fists and stared wide-eyed. A second later I saw the top of her head. Her hair hung down and tickled my bare thighs. When her hot breath washed over the head of my cock I drew in a sharp breath. She wrapped her soft lips around my cock, an inch or so below the head and began sucking. She squeezed the base harder and slid her wet mouth down my shaft, sucking as she engulfed it. Her head began moving up and down and she held my meat tighter between her soft lips.

My breathing was heavy as I watched my aunt suck and work her mouth up and down over my shaft. It glistened as she moved her mouth up towards the head, then back down so the head moved to the back of her throat. I took a look into her cleavage, then back to her full lips wrapped tightly around my shaft and her fingers gripping the base.

I wish I could say that that fabulous experience with Aunt Lisa lasted much longer than it did. But the honest truth is that it was just a few brief minutes before I could not hold back my passion any more. I felt my orgasm build and roil within me. As if if their own volition, my hands went to her head. My fingers raked through her thick black hair. I grabbed fistfuls of it as I thrust my hips upwards. I let out a loud, deep groan as my body spasmed and I shot streams of cum over my aunt's tongue and down her throat. I heard her cough a bit, but she kept sucking hard until my cock began to soften.

My aunt slid her tight lips from my cock. She wiped her lips and chin, looking up at the look of satisfaction on my face. She smiled and ran her hands down my thighs and leaned closer to my wilting cock, now slowly sinking down towards my spent balls.

"How was that?" she asked, sounding pleased with her accomplishment. She ran her right hand over my hip and under my t-shirt a ways.

"Wow..." I gasped, searching for words to express my total bliss, but found none.

Aunt Lisa straightened her back and slid her hands up towards my hips until her chest was pressed against my soft cock and the triangle of hair above it. She smiled up at me, her dark hair stroking my thighs. 

"You better get dressed," she said. She stood up and tugged at her panties and shorts, watching me pull my underwear and jeans up.

Once we had finished getting dressed my aunt lead me by the hand back up to the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" she asked as she poked her head in the fridge.

"Yeah, a little," I said.

"I'm always hungry after I cum hard like that -- although it's been a while. Thanks, Doug," she said.

I gave her a look of surprise, wondering what she had to thank me for. What we'd just done had been marvelous, and incomparable to anything I'd ever even imagined. "Geez, don't thank me," I said. "You're amazing, Aunt Lisa. Thank you."

My aunt was making us ham and cheese sandwiches on the opposite end of the table. She looked up at me, smiling, and said "Well, something tells me that in a short time I'll be the one who's begging you for more."

I laughed at the thought if that, thinking it unimaginable.

Once we finished eating my aunt said that she was going to take a nap and to wake her later. I went up to my room while she laid down on the couch in the living room. By the time four o'clock approached I went down to wake her.

I helped my aunt get supper ready, then we sat at the kitchen table while the chicken cooked. We talked about all sorts of things, except our tryst earlier. Once Uncle Wayne returned home we ate. I did my best to avoid either of their eyes during supper. I ate quickly, eager to go in the living room and watch television where I wouldn't have to face either of them and possibly raise my uncle's suspicions with my grins or leers at my aunt. 

Later that night when Uncle Wayne decided to go to bed early, and my aunt said she was joining him, I felt a sense of relief. I had found it nerve wracking to not betray any emotions that evening. Besides, I was eager to get in bed so I could jerk off.

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Uncle Wayne belonged to an amateur baseball team in town. He played shortstop most of the time. His team was sponsored by Wilson's Lumber. They wore white uniforms with green trim, with Wilson's Lumber on the back, above each player's number. The other team in town was sponsored by Jacobson's Auto Supply. Ashton and other surrounding communities also had teams that were sponsored by local businesses.

Every spring and summer these teams would play each Saturday and Sunday, often traveling to neighbouring towns for games. At the end of the season there was a tournament. The winning team would receive a trophy and earn bragging rights till the next season. My uncle hadn't played in the game the day before though because he'd been at Randy's. I'd actually even forgotten about there being a game that Sunday at first.

When I walked in the kitchen that morning and saw my uncle having breakfast dressed in his baseball uniform I had to suppress a wide smile. I said "Good morning" to him and my aunt as I walked to the fridge to get some juice. I poured myself a glass, then got myself a bowl of cereal.

I sat at the table between my aunt and uncle, head down as I scooped spoonfuls of cereal in my mouth, imagining having fun with Aunt Lisa while Uncle Wayne was rounding third and sliding into home. I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off of my aunt though. She was sitting to my left and wearing a knee-length light blue skirt with tiny white flowers on it. But it was her top that really caught my attention. It was a pale orange short sleeved t-shirt with a scooped neck and a row of six or eight white buttons down the middle that stopped just below her breasts. Her top was especially tight on her, compared to the others that she regularly wore, and I couldn't wait for my uncle to leave us alone.

"When will you be back?" my aunt asked, looking across the table at Uncle Wayne.

He thought for a moment, then said "The game's in Ashton, so I should be back in time for supper. But I can get something when I get in if I'm late. Just leave me some leftovers."

My aunt nodded and resumed eating her oatmeal. But I was sure I noticed her eyes move my way for a moment and I wondered if her question was as much for my benefit as hers. I pretended to be disinterested as I finished my Rice Crispies.

Uncle Wayne finished his eggs, sausage and hash browns, then got up from the table. He went over to Aunt Lisa and kissed her cheek. "Have a good day," he told her. "Wish me luck!"

My aunt smiled up at him. "Yeah... break a leg, or a bat -- whatever is good luck for you guys," she said and laughed.

I wished my uncle good luck too, then watched him go to the door. I listened for the sound of his truck leaving the yard, then turned towards my aunt, trying to not appear overly eager,or horny -- although I was both by that point.

"What's that smile for?" she asked, seeming to enjoy teasing me.

"Can't I smile at you for no reason?" I replied.

Aunt Lisa laughed. "Of course, but it would be a first," she said. Then she got up and brought her empty bowl and the pot from the stove to the sink. She cleared the spot where my uncle had been sitting next.

I got up and brought my dirty dishes to the sink, standing to her left. I ran my eyes up and down her, the stared into her pretty eyes. She turned the water off, then looked at me.

"I have some laundry to do, so you behave yourself," she said with a laugh.

"I didn't do anything," I replied, acting offended.

Aunt Lisa smiled incredulously as she dried her hands on a towel. She hung it back up on the holder on the inside of the cupboard door beside my left knee, then looked at me again. "No, you didn't do anything," she agreed. "But I know what that look on your face means." Then she left the kitchen.

I heard my aunt climbing the stairs, then listened to the sound of her footfalls upstairs in her and my uncle's bedroom. My cock throbbed again and I felt a devious smile creep over my face. I left the kitchen and ascended the stairs quietly.

When I looked in the bedroom my aunt had her back to me. She was stripping their bed. On the floor beside her was a sheet and comforter in a pile. I ran my eyes down to her hips and ass as I slowly approached. When I was less than a yard from her she heard me and turned around. She let out a startled gasp and stumbled slightly. I caught her by her waist and pulled her to me.

"Something tells me you didn't come up to help me gather laundry," she said with a wily grin as she looked down at the bulge in my jeans.

"No," I said. "I came up to gather you."

She laughed, bracing her hands on my shoulders. I looked down at the inch or two of cleavage showing above the neckline of her t-shirt. I pulled her closer, pressing my hard shaft to her stomach. I felt her relax against me.

"I'm wearing your favourite bra today," she told me. "You know, the white one with the lace."

I nodded, ogling her full breasts again. "Show me," I demanded, not bothering to be polite.

Aunt Lisa gave me a surprised look, but didn't seem bothered by me telling her what do do, rather than asking. She actually seemed to like it because without further prompting she took a step back and began unbuttoning her top.

I ran my hands down to her hips as I watched her unbutton her top. She seemed a little nervous and glanced up at me a couple of times. She undid all the buttons, then pulled it open. Her firm breasts were large mounds, rising from the bra. I smiled, looking down at them taken by their size. Then though the lace I noticed a bit of her left areola showing. About an inch below, her nipple jutted out at the fabric.

"God, you're beautiful," I said as I raised my eyes and smiled at her.

My aunt's cheeks had turned pinkish and I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or arousal. She did seem rather bashful standing there, showing herself to me, but it made her look even more sexy. The open neckline of her top was covering the undersides of her breasts and I hooked my fingers in it and tugged it down. Now her heavy breasts hung down over her t-shirt slightly, supported by the thin bra.

"There... that's better," I said.

My aunt looked down at herself, then raised her eyes. "It seems like the student has finally become the teacher," she said in a thick voice with a bewitching smile.

The glint in her eye told me that she was excited by the prospect of that, and I gripped her hips harder. I eased her backwards until she was against the bed. Then I gave her a harder push. Aunt Lisa fell back on to the bed with a throaty laugh, looking up at me.




Renaissance of the Heart



I planted my left knee on the bed beside her right hip and crouched over her. Then I tugged at the hem of her skirt with my right hand, pulling it up her thighs. My hand went under her skirt and up the inside of her right thigh. When I began to rub her pussy through her panties she moaned. I could feel her heat and wetness through the material and smiled down at her. I found her clit and pressed down on it with my thumb and massaged it in a circle.

Aunt Lisa lay there for a minute or so, breathing heavily and softly moaning while I played with her pussy. Then when I began to tug at her panties she looked worried and grabbed my wrist. I stopped moving my hand and gave her a confused look.

"No. Not here, Doug," she said, "Not on this bed. Please." She thought for a moment, then said "Let me up."

I got up and stood beside the bed as my aunt sat upright. She got to her feet and took me by the hand. Without saying a word, she lead me down the stairs to the kitchen. When we got to the back door she stopped and let go of my hand, then began buttoning up her top again.

I reached out and placed my hand firmly atop hers. She looked up, seeming surprised. "No need to button that up. You look perfect with it that way," I told her, then grinned. "Besides, I'll only have to unbutton it again in a while."

My aunt let out a nervous chuckle as we stepped out on to the back porch. It was a beautiful day, with a slight breeze that blew her hair about. Aunt Lisa and I walked hand in hand towards the field. But this time neither of us held empty ice cream containers in our hands. We weren't in a hurry. We had plenty of time, and neither wanted to rush this.

There was no traffic going by the house, and except for birds chirping, not a sound could be heard. I glanced over a few times, watching my aunt's breasts bounce inside her bra as she walked. She smiled at me, seeming to enjoy the attention, then gave my hand a squeeze.

I never let go of my aunt's hand as we stepped beyond the row of spruce, and into what had become our own private sanctuary. Once we were a few yards inside the field, and hidden from the outside world, I let go of her hand and placed my hands on her hips as she turned towards me.

Aunt Lisa smiled lovingly as she ran her hands up my sides and around to the small of my back. I pulled her to me until our bodies were touching, then bent down to kiss her right cheek. I felt her balk a bit and looked into her eyes. Then her right hand glided up my spine to the nape of my neck, and she gently pressed her moist lips to mine. After a few seconds I felt them part and she kissed me harder. Her tongue darted over my lips, then teased the tip of my tongue for an instant. I held her tighter to me as she pinched my lower lip between hers and sucked on it.

When she broke the kiss her lips and cheeks were ruby red. Her tongue ran over her lower lip and she smiled. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that to you," she said.

"Probably for about as long as I've wanted it," I told her.

My eyes moved from hers, down to her chest. She watched me admire her for several seconds, then a soft laugh left her mouth. She tugged at the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off. "I won't be needing that for a while," she said as she let it fall to the ground.

My cock throbbed as my eyes moved over her, wearing only her bra and skirt. I hooked my thumbs in the straps of her bra and slid them off of her shoulders, then down her arms. Her heavy, round breasts shook and swayed gracefully as she slipped her arms from the bra, then unhooked it. It landed on the ground between us, but I was too preoccupied with her perfect breasts and thick pinkish nipples to notice.

"You're perfect," was all I was able to say as I looked down at her.

"No, but I'm happy you think so," she said.

When I felt Aunt Lisa pulling at my t-shirt I raised my arms so she could haul it off and it could join her clothes on the ground. She ran her hands up my midriff and bare chest, then held me to her. 

The feeling of her bare skin on mine was sublime. I stroked and caressed her back as her firm breasts rubbed over my chest. Her nipples poked gently into my skin and I bent down to take her right one between my lips. I held her breast as I sucked and tugged at her hard nub with my lips while Aunt Lisa ran her fingers through my hair. I squeezed her breasts and moved my mouth from one hard nipple to the other. Her moans grew slightly louder as I sucked and groped harder.

"Mmmm... that feels so good, Doug. God, you're making me so wet," my aunt intoned. "Suck on my tits... yeah, that's it, squeeze them hard."

After another minute or so of me playing with my aunt's nipples she sank to her knees onto the grass. She ran her hands down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. She quickly undid them, then pulled them and my underwear down. Then she reached for my sneakers. I steadied myself on her shoulders as I stepped out of them, then my underwear and jeans. I kicked them aside as my hard shaft and balls moved about. My aunt looked up watching as she smiled.

"Let's try something different today," she said.

When I felt my aunt's warm wet mouth sink down on my cock a moan welled in my throat and escaped my mouth. I held on to her head as she sucked hard, working her mouth over my shaft. I expected her to make me cum like this again, but after less than a minute she slid her lips up my shaft and off. She smiled up at me and cupped her breasts in her hands, holding them together tightly so they formed two firm hills.

"Fuck them," she said, looking up at me. "Fuck my tits nice and hard, Doug."

I took a step forward and slid my wet shaft between her breasts. She held them together tighter. I began moving my hips more rapidly, pumping my hard, wet cock in and out. I groaned as my cock sank faster and deeper between them. My aunt watched me move between her orbs, then bent down and flicked her tongue out. It brushed over the head of my shaft a few times as I pushed it up between her breasts. Once I began moving my hips faster she began moving her breasts up and down, stroking me with them.

"How's that feel?" she asked, sounding almost as horny as I was.

"Wonderful," I moaned as I held on to her shoulders. "God... this so hot, Aunt Lisa."

After another minute or so my aunt leaned back, breaking contact with me and releasing her breasts. I gave her a confused, disappointed look, but she smiled and stood up.

"Isn't there somewhere else you'd rather shove that nice cock of yours than between my tits?" she asked with a teasing grin.

I smiled. "Yeah, there is," I breathed as my eyes moved down her body.

Aunt Lisa stepped out of her sneakers, then pulled her skirt and panties down till the were around her ankles. She picked up her skirt and spread it out on the grass, then sat down on it. After seeing what she has done I handed her my t-shirt and she spread it out too, then rested her head down on it.

"Now come here," she said, reaching out for me. "Show your horny aunt how it feels to be a woman. It's been a long time for me, Doug."

I crawled between her open legs and let out a soft moan as she ran her fingernails lightly up and down my back. She held my shoulders, guiding me down atop her as she smiled up at me. I looked down between us at my shaft. The head rubbed over her soft wet lips and I moaned again, feeling my pulse quicken. Feeling rather awkward, I fumbled around slightly as my embarrassment grew. A few seconds later, without saying a word, my aunt gently took my cock in her soft hand. Moments later I felt it sink in her tight, wet pussy. She raised up from the ground to meet me and I began slowly moving my hips.

"That's it... mmmmm... that feels so good," she said, apparently wanting to encourage me. 

My aunt was looking up at me and smiling as she stroked my head. She ran her hand down my shoulder blades, then back to my shoulder where she held on.

"Harder, Doug," she urged me. "You won't hurt me, Honey. Fuck my pussy as hard as you want... it feels so good. Shove your cock in me. You've wanted this for so long -- so have I, Honey."

Aunt Lisa's patience and encouragement gave me more confidence and excited me. I held her shoulders and began pumping my cock harder and deeper into her hot, tight pussy. I could feel her grip me tight, massaging my cock inside her.

"Oh, Doug... God, your cock feels so good... fill me with it... shove it in me," she moaned as she began to writhe beneath me.

I looked down, noticing that my aunt's breasts had begun to shake as I pumped in and out of her harder. I took hold of her left mound and began to squeeze it and pinch her nipple. She let out a cry of pleasure, then bit the corner of her bottom lip.

My hips were moving faster now as I slammed harder into her. She must have known I could not last much longer because she began thrusting her hips, meeting my shaft as I worked it in and out. I looked down to the spot where our bodies met and saw how shiny my cock was with her juice. I recalled how she had tasted and told myself that I had to taste her again. Next time.

"Fuck my cunt... that's it, Doug," my aunt cried out, like a woman possessed. 

She pulled her knees back towards her chest and looked up at me. I sank down atop her, pressing her harder into the soft grass as I kept pumping my cock about as hard as I could. I could hear it sliding in and out of her in-between her deep moans. About a minute later I knew I couldn't hold out any longer.

My aunt must have sensed that I was very close too because she spurred me on with her words. "Come in me, Honey. Fill my tight hole with your sticky cum," she said. "I want to see it running out of me -- down to my ass. Shoot it in me, Doug."

I was sweating and breathing hard. Then, as I listened to my aunt talking, I felt my body tense. I sank my cock in her once more, burying it deep as I came inside her. I could feel my cock twitch and I cried out one last time. She squeezed my shaft and held me inside her until I was spent.

Once I began to soften I slipped from within her and laid down to her left. I smiled at her, still breathing hard. She was absolutely beautiful with the afternoon sun shining on her naked body. I ran my hand over her as I kissed her cheek.

"I knew you'd be a wonderful lover," she said as she turned on her side to face me.

I shrugged. "I know I wasn't, but you're amazing," I said. "I love you, Aunt Lisa."

"I love you too, Doug." She cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer to kiss me.

Aunt Lisa and I lay there for as long as we dared, which was less than a half hour. Finally she reluctantly said "I suppose we should be getting back."

"Yeah... I guess," I said as I got to my feet.

My aunt and I got dressed, both of us still smiling and feeling blissful from our lovemaking. Once we were dressed again she reached for my hand. We began making our way back to the house as we had left it: hand in hand. What had changed was that we now shared a secret bond that was much stronger than ever before, and would remain for the rest of our lives.

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Epilogue

"Daddy! Look at all the booberries I picked!"

I looked up from my computer in the livingroom and saw my daughter running in excitedly, carrying an ice cream container. Trailing behind her were her older brother and great aunt. I smiled at all three as I swiveled my chair around.

"It's blueberries, Honey," Aunt Lisa corrected with a laugh.

"Blueberries... look, Daddy!" Diane exclaimed again.

"That's great, Honey," I said as I looked inside the ice cream container. "If you ask Aunt Lisa nicely, I'm sure she'll make you a pie with those."

"Will you, Aunt Lisa?" she asked , looking up with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Of course, Honey," Aunt Lisa said. "I've made hundreds of pies in my life. Your father used to say they were the best he'd ever had."

"Were they, Daddy?" my daughter asked, turning to me."

"They sure were. Aunt Lisa makes the best pies in the world," I said.

Aunt Lisa walked over to the picture window in the living room. She held her hand out as she looked back, smiling. "Come here, kids. I want to show you something," she said. She waited for them to join her, standing on either side of her, then she pointed out of the window. "Do you see that big white house over there? That's where I used to live with my husband, Wayne, God rest his soul. When your dad was about as old as both of you, he came to live with us."

"You've told us this story before, Aunt Lisa."

"George, don't interrupt your aunt." his mother scolded.

"It's okay, April," Aunt Lisa said as she smiled at my wife, reading on the couch. She looked back down at the children flanking her sides, then back out through the window. "Where this house is now, there used to be a big field, and every summer your father and I used to come here and pick blueberries. There were many more blueberry bushes then than there are now. That was when I was much younger -- closer to your mother's age. I'd make pies for him and his Uncle Wayne, then freeze some berries so we could have pies during the winter."

"Will you freeze some of these, Aunt Lisa?" George asked, looking up at her.

"No, I'll make pies with them. But we'll get more berries, then well have plenty to eat when it gets cold," she explained.

"Okay, kids, time to get washed up for supper," April said as she got up from the couch. She waited for Diane and George to walk over, then lead them down the hall to the bathroom.

"Thanks for taking the kids to go pick berries," I said.

"No problem. I had fun," Aunt Lisa replied, then grew silent for a moment as a smile appeared on her face. "I always had fun picking berries."

"Me too," I said, looking into her eyes.

"You really are blessed, Doug," she said after a brief silence. "April and the kids are wonderful."

"You can say that again," I replied. "I can't believe how lucky I am. Asking April out turned out to be one of the best decisions I've ever made."

"She really is wonderful. I owe you guys a lot for inviting me to come live with you," she said.

"It was April's idea, actually," I said. "When you started talking about moving in to a retirement home -- that's when she suggested we build the addition on the house for you."

"Well, thank-you again." My aunt kissed my cheek, then cast a wary glance down the hall towards the bathroom. "April has always been so kind and gracious to me," she said. "I take it that she doesn't know..."

"About us?" I interjected, lowering my voice.

My aunt's cheeks took on a familiar blush and she gave me a shy smile. "Yes," she whispered.

I shook my head. "April doesn't need to know everything I've done," I said with a foxy smile.

"I told you years ago that I'd corrupt you," she joked. "It seems like I did a pretty good job."

"Yes, absolutely," I agreed. "You were the best, Aunt Lisa."

My aunt gave me a modest smile. "That's because I had an excellent and eager student," she said.

"Well, it's not just me who you helped." I said with a sly grin. "April will never know just how big a debt of gratitude she owes you too for what you taught me." 

Aunt Lisa reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze. Her blue eyes had not lost their lustre over the years and they shimmered as they met mine. "Don't mention it," she said with a wink.