4 comments/ 123492 views/ 16 favorites What I Always Wanted By: destinie21 This story is copyright of destinie21 2004. Please do not reproduce. This tale contains incest and lesbian sex if your adverse to either read no further. To all others please enjoy... * * * * * To tell this story right I guess I'll need to go back to the beginning. In the beginning no, no, no. Once upon a time, no not that either. Hmm how to begin Okay here we go. At the age of nine if anyone had told me the air could be like a blanket I would not had believed it for a second, only because I wasn't well versed in metaphor. But in August the air was indeed like a blanket. Too warm too cumbersome and far too thick. It was also silent because kids didn't want to play and even the birds and the bugs seemed to think it was too exhausting even to chirp or flit about. I as usual was inside the house reading and trying desperately to ignore the heat, while an old electric fan propelled the warm thick air about the living room. My mother waltzed in and ended that by telling me I may as well go out and play because it was too nice of a day for little children to be cooped up indoors. When she was far enough away I rolled my eyes, I didn't see her out enjoying the inferno. Still you couldn't just blatantly disobey Mama and expect to get away with it. I took my book and walked outside shutting the screen door with as much attitude as I dared. I ended up sitting on the porch in the shade, which wasn't really that shady or cool, reading and praying for a snowstorm. I was so engrossed in Charlotte's Web and I didn't even hear the car pull into the drive, what I did hear was the clickty-clack of high heels on pavement and the jangle of gold bangles rubbing against one another. It was the first time I'd heard a woman make music with her movements. I watched her as she made her way from the car to the steps of the porch. She was wearing a yellow sleeveless dress and a pair of bright red high heels. She managed to look cool and composed as she walked the red silk scarf that held back her deep auburn hair moved as if there was a breeze. Her skin was the color of cinnamon and if my father had been around he might have called her a redbone. I drank her in like a liquid as she opened the screen door and walked into our house as if she had a right to be there. I would have thought she had not seen me at all if she hadn't caught my eye and winked at me. I forgot all about Zuckerman's famous pig as I crept closer to the screen door. Curious as hell about this woman. I could hear the stranger calling out to my Mama as she carried her music into the living room. "Gina, where the hell are you girl?" Her voice had laughter in it as she spoke. Suddenly I felt sorry for her. Nobody cussed in our house, even Daddy. I could see my mama's feet on the stairs as she came down. I pulled back a little not wanting to be caught spying. Mama was forever telling me to stay out of grown folks business. When Mama's back was to me I peered through the door again certain she was about to yell at the cussing woman, instead she threw her arms around the stranger as if they were old friends. I wanted to laugh I wasn't sure who this lady was but she was already extraordinary in my eyes. "Josephine girl when did you get here?" Mama asked stepping back with her hands on her hips. The woman whose name I was already rolling around in my mouth like a piece of hard candy smiled. "Just a minute or two ago." Mama nodded her head and may have been about to say more when the woman turned her eyes to me. I backed away thinking I was surely going to be in for it, but she spread her arms causing the bracelets to sing again, and motioned for me. "Hey Love come give your Aunt Josephine a hug." I opened the door feeling suddenly shy, I'd heard of Aunt Josephine and seen a few grainy photos before but I had never met her. She was my father's younger sister who lived in Louisiana, a far off place as far as I was concerned having been born and raised in Chicago. Besides that I wasn't the hugging type and my name was Sabrina not Love. Still she had sent me birthday and Christmas presents so she couldn't be too bad even if I didn't know her at all. My mother looked at me and her eyes told me I'd better get moving. So I hugged this newly discovered Aunt. Her skin felt cool and she smelled to me like fresh water. When I pulled back she looked into my eyes then stepped away sizing me up. I was doing the same although I had already looked her over, when I met her eyes I was shocked she looked a lot like a female version of my daddy. He was handsome and she was beautiful but instead of being brown her eyes were almost gold. Mine were too and I'd always thought them strange especially up against my dark skin. She laughed again though I wasn't sure why "Well aren't you beautiful Love." I shrugged and mumbled thanks. I had never really thought of myself in terms of looks. She smiled and looked me dead in the eye. "You are beautiful and don't you ever think any different." Aunt Jo as it turned out was moving to Chicago, She wasn't just visiting although she did stay with us for months while she looked for a place to live and work. I got used to her presence and practically lived in her shadow. She never did stop calling me Love and I didn't mind at all. I cried the day she moved into her own house but as it turned out I could visit her nearly anytime since she only lived a block away. She opened a dress shop that eventually became a chain of successful boutiques bearing her name. Thirteen years later I still thought Aunt Josephine was extraordinary and I had never met any woman who carried music the way she did. I still took pause at the sound of high heels on a hard floor or the sound of bracelets moving together. I had been away from home for three years modeling overseas it turned out Aunt Jo wasn't the only one who believed I was beautiful. Of course my parents had practically had strokes when I'd told them I was forgoing college to work as a model, they had always instilled in me a sense of independence and following my dreams, apparently they had thought my dreams would mesh with their dreams for me. It had been my Aunt who had come to my defense and who had also sat me down and had a long talk about my future. I had promised her and my parents alike if things didn't work out within a year I'd quit modeling and go to College. . My height and "exotic" looks had landed me on the runway in New York and within six months I was signed with one of the top agencies in the world. I hadn't expected that following my newly discovered dream would take me so far away from home for such long periods of time but I wouldn't have traded it for anything. I'd seen my family only a few times and always for short intervals over the last three years. Now I was a big name and well on my way to being a supermodel so I could afford to take time off and set my own schedule. I was highly excited to have two weeks all to myself where no one would be posing, prodding, or instructing me. I wouldn't have to consume and ounce of water per body fat ratio or do any prone scissor kicks or repetitious crunches I could just relax and enjoy. I arrived at my parent's house in a rented car with the music blaring. My mother who had been expecting me practically yanked me from the vehicle before it was in park. She hugged me tight enough to constrict my breathing. I smiled and returned the hug, despite all the luxury money could bring nothing could replace my mother's arms. My father was right behind her and he swept me off of my feet twirling me around as if I were still a child instead of a grown woman. I hugged him back laughing and holding on. When he set me on my feet he was beaming with pride. "How's the most beautiful girl in the world." I rolled my eyes and tried not to grin like a fool at my Daddy. "I'm fine. How are you guys?" Before they could answer Aunt Josephine emerged from the house. She was still as beautiful as always and seeing her made my heart skip. I tried to tell myself I was just happy to see her, but part of me knew that to be a lie. I'd been attracted to her for years but I'd figured time away would set me right. It hadn't, there had been women in my life and in my bed for many years but none of them had ever come close to her. I still wanted her badly and more that just physically, she was the only woman I had ever adored. Somewhere between my sixteenth birthday and the present I had fallen in love with her. Now it was just a familiar feeling whether she was present or not. The thought that my feelings were wrong was old news; mostly I figured they weren't really wrong, as I had no plans to act on them. She was in my arms and just for a few moments I imagined that the hug was more than just a friendly greeting. I pushed the feelings aside hoping she hadn't seen the lust flash through my eyes. Josephine smiled wide flashing her perfect teeth at me. "Hey Love how are you." "Good" I wouldn't meet her eyes she'd always been able to read me like a book. She tipped my chin up and forced me to look into her eyes. She didn't say a word but something in her look shook me to the core. Daddy insisted on getting all of my luggage and carrying it to my old bedroom by himself. We followed him into the house. While Daddy was busy with my bags my mother and aunt tried to stuff me with food. I ate as much as I could relishing in the home cooking. My mother as usual was grilling me about everything in my life that wasn't her business. My being a lesbian was no big deal as I had come out in high school but still being single was in her eyes a travesty of epic proportions. I couldn't very well tell her that I was in love/lust with my aunt nor could I divulge that I was having plenty of healthy no stings attached sex. It just wasn't the type of thing you chit chatted with your mother about over coffee, at least not in our family. When I couldn't eat another bite I excused myself to wash away the funk of travel and unpack before resting for a little while. I unpacked and had taken a shower. I was standing in the bedroom that had seen me through infancy childhood and my teen years when I heard a knock on the door. I cinched the belt on the black full-length satin robe I'd donned and opened the door. Aunt Josephine was standing there and for a moment I just stared. She didn't say a word as she pushed past me into the room and seated herself on the foot of the bed. I turned to track her movements with my eyes wondering what was going on. "Shut the door Love, I want to talk to you." I shut the door and leaned against it looking at her. "About what? I asked "About why you won't look me in the eyes anymore." She replied. My heart beat a little faster at her response. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Yes you do Sabrina." She said calling me by my given name for the first time in years, she stood and advanced on me the click of her high heels on the wood panels made me feel the need to catch my breath. When she was right in front of me I tried to step back but with door directly behind me I couldn't. My back was pressed to the oak door and I was barely breathing. "Relax love." She said drawing my eyes to her moving lips Her face was close enough to mine for me to feel the words pass over my skin as she breathed them out. I almost laughed it was hardly likely that I'd be able to relax ever again. I wondered if I was going to have a heart attack right there, my heart felt ready to beat a hole thorough my chest and my lungs were apparently on strike. She smiled and pressed herself against me so that my leg was between her thighs and our breasts touched. "Talk to me Love." She whispered resting her hands on my hips. "Oh god" was all I could say as her lips brushed my hairline. I could feel myself opening up to her. Her thigh pressed against the wetness between mine. I arched against her almost unconsciously already dancing to the beat of her music. I couldn't speak so I ran my hands over her, letting them communicate my desires. Cupping her ass through the sundress she wore I was surprised to find no evidence of panties. She groaned as I kneaded her ass pulling her closer to me as I moved my hips and ground against her leg as my own thigh pressed against her pussy. She tugged her dress upward putting her cunt right on my thigh where my bathrobe was split. When she was moving her hips all on her own I brought my hands up and around to cup her breasts in my hands. She was a little more that a handful. The dress she was wearing had a low-slung back and as I felt her hard nipple against my palm I realized she had gone without a bra as well. I tugged her nipples lightly, rolling them between my fingers through the fabric. She arched lifting her head she pressed her lips against mine hard. I parted my lips almost on contact and sucked her tongue into my mouth, tasting her for the first time. There were other places I was in a hurry to taste but right now I was focusing on the sounds of my aunt's pleasure. I pinched and tugged her nipples harder causing her to moan into my mouth. Bringing my hands to her neck I fiddled with the knot that held her hater style dress up. I almost ripped the straps pulling and tugging blindly. Aunt Josephine pulled away laughing; she brought her hands up and untied the dress in less than a moment. I watched as she pulled the dress down to her waist and shimmied out of it letting the salmon colored material pool at her high-heeled feet. I barely wanted to blink, or be denied sight of her ever again. She was 12 years my senior and in fantastic shape, I envied her curves I was tall with only a handful of breasts and a small compact ass. I'd never worn more than a size four, which made the perfect sample size for the runways of New York Milan and Paris. I was what America believed their women should be but standing there I knew I had nothing on my aunt. She was full and lush but not at all out of shape I wanted to look at her for a good long time, but she was back in my arms loosening the tie on my robe and sliding it off my shoulders. I let the garment fall to the ground and all thoughts of simply looking at Josephine vanished. My hands and lips were consuming her like a red-hot fire. I wanted to touch and taste her everywhere at once. Holding her breasts in my hands again I found that I enjoyed their weight and the feel of her puckered nipples made the both of us moan as I pulled them between my fingertips again. The feel of her naked pussy pressing against my thigh as she moved against me was enough to send me over the edge. I nearly screamed aloud but caught myself remembering where I was. Pressing my face into her neck I moved my hands to her back and held on. I thought I might collapse but my legs held out long enough for us to make it to the bed. I started to sit with Aunt Josephine but instead I found myself kneeling between her parted thighs. She still hadn't come and I wanted my lips on her when she did. I moved to kiss the little neat triangle between her legs. I could see hints of wetness glistening on the patch of hair and I couldn't wait to taste her. Pressing my lips to her gently at first I flicked out my tongue to catch her sweet salty flavor on the tip of my tongue. The taste of her reminded me of summertime and blush wines. I ran my tongue between her pouty inner lips adding wetness to wetness and flicking her clit softly. Her hands were in my hair tugging me against her as she ground her hips against me riding my face. I was engrossed in her taste and the silky feel of her heat and slickness against my face. I parted my lips sucking the pink flesh of her pussy between them and nibbling lightly. Her hips jerked and I intensified my actions adding to the sensations by rolling her clit under my fingertips. The scent of her was everywhere and I loved it I pushed my tongue into her fucking her with swirling strokes. Her hips were in constant motion now and her hands gripped my hair. I could feel a hint of sweat where my free hand held her thigh and she trembled slightly. Even when I felt her muscles tightened and her fingers pull my hair painfully I kept tasting and touching her. Digging my nails into the skin of her smooth brown thigh when she yanked my hair. I took her with my lips until she was shaking and exhausted and my jaw was aching. We were both sweaty and reeked of our combined scents I would have to take another shower before dinnertime although I would have loved to keep the scent of her on my skin. We lay side by side on the bed and she threw her leg over my hip and tucked some of her now wild auburn hair behind her ear. "Will you look me in the eye now Love?" I focused my eyes on her face and met her eyes willingly for the first time since my arrival. All I saw in her eyes was love and satisfaction, none of the rejection I'd feared for years. "You know Love; I had planned on talking about this before I acted on it." She swept her hand out over the bed before resting it lightly on my ribcage. "How did you know?" I asked her genuinely curious as to how she had guessed that I'd respond to her sexually. "Come on Love, I'm not blind you've had designs on me for years. Since you never made a move I knew I'd have to." I could feel myself blushing, I couldn't believe she'd known for so long. She ran her hand from my ribcage upward until she was touching my face with her soft fingertips . "Love how can you blushing after the way you just fucked me? Since when are you so easily embarrassed?" Aunt Josephine asked with laughter in her voice and eyes. Instead of answering I raised my head and moved in to kiss her. Sucking lightly on her bottom lip and teasing her nipples with my fingers. I wasn't in a frenzy now so I took my time to memorize the feel of her skin against mine, the curve of her full bottom lip beneath my tongue and the weight of her breasts held in my hands. When I pulled away her eyes were bright and burning with lust. I tried to kiss her again but she pushed me against the mattress with the weight of her body and rolled on top of me. "It's your turn Love." She told me with a sly grin. My hands gripped the sheets in anticipation as she lowered her head to my breasts. My nipples have always been large puffy and sensitive so when her lips pulled my left nipple into her mouth I arched against her with a groan the sounded very much like a growl. I moved my hands to her head pushing my breast against her lips. She opened her mouth taking as much of me in as she could licking and grazing the skin with her teeth. I was almost near climax just from the attention she lavished on my breasts. She always pulled away before I could come leaving me trembling and frustrated. I was begging her to let me come but she seemed intent on torturing me. She took my nipple between her lips once again and slid her hand down my belly and between our bodies to press two fingers easily into my wetness. The feel of her inside of me did it. I could feel my cunt tensing and dripping against her palm. Before I was fully spent she pulled her fingers away and slide down between my legs. I barely had time to miss her fingers before her tongue was inside of me and her fingertips slid and rolled over my clit hard and fast. I pinched my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers arching my back and moving my hips against her. I forgot all about being quiet as I moaned her name and exploded from the inside out. I actually saw stars or least bright flashes of light as I spent myself on her face and hand. I was sweating and hot when she lay next to me again. Without a word I kissed her lips and closed my eyes, resting my arm just under her breasts I fell asleep. When I awoke hours later the sun had set and my aunt was gone although her scent lingered in my bed. I hadn't really expected her to stay with me. Well in truth I hadn't even thought about it but now that I was I knew it was silly to be upset at her for leaving the room. Still logic was no match for my sense of panic. What I Always Wanted I had worked hard at good grades in school and tried to be the model student that superiors would use me as an example of what "the perfect student" is. I had many friends since I was in pre-K up until the time I graduated in the top 5 of my graduating class at Temple University. I have had a few boyfriends, but nothing was special about any of the guys I dated. I was big into watching old movies on the local cable channel that carried all these timeless treats. I admired some of the "older" actors and when I would consider looking for a man, I would always pick out older. Then I started to enjoy jazz music and found myself enjoying being in the company of black people and finding a lot of the black men to be what I have been searching for without knowing I was. I was in the field of marketing and advertising and I couldn't have been more lucky but to strike up a conversation at one of the jazz clubs I was at one Friday night with a very attractive and older black man. He had a shaved head, a thin line beard and had a dimple in both of his cheeks. He had the greatest smile I have ever seen. We began talking after the musicians played a very "deep" musical composition that happen to be an original by one of the members. We both applauded the group loudly and boldly and they returned the favor by coming to the bar to talk to us after their set was over and they were on their break. I then found out that his name was Jim, nicked named "Big Jim" and he frequented this club every other Friday night because it was the end of a busy two week schedule at work doing doubles as they were looking to hire someone. I told Jim, who insisted that I call him either BJ or Jim that I was sending out my resumes and looking for a job. It happen that BJ was looking for someone in the marketing field and I told him that was my major at Temple and I minored in advertising. It was too good to be true I thought and I offered to get a copy of my resume and a few letters of recommendation that I had in the briefcase that was in my car. He told me we could get it before the end of the evening while he began to tell me what the job description was. He was looking for someone to be his junior associate, to sometime attend meetings with him, in place of and travel with him to different clients out of town and out of state when needed. I mentioned that I had no prior experience in the field yet, but did work at various part time jobs while attending high school and on the campus at Temple in the office working with the students that would be attending in the up-coming semesters. BJ told me that I seem to be a "go getter" and a "people person" and told me that the starting salary was $ 40,000 a year, with a $10,000 increase after six months and then a review and increase according to the job performance after one year. There would be an expense account, a company car, a credit card for traveling for meals and entertainment of clients and potential clients. He said that he would like to meet with me again after taking my resume, during the coming week. I was so excited and I told him I would be happy to do so. The rest of the evening was great and the music was awesome. I love music and had flirted with the idea of a career in music. I played the piano just like almost every kid my age did on the encouragement of their parents to give their children "culute" and grow up right. I also took up the clarinet in the fourth grade and was in bands while in grade school, in the high school marching and concert bands too. I also joined the band at Temple and we played at all the half time games during football season and did have several concerts during the school year. I still pick it up and play some tunes to relieve stress after a long night of studying or sending out my resume. The night ended and the group and approached us and gave us free copies of the latest CD and a schedule of their performances and where and also a schedule of the bar that we were at that evening. We thanked then and said we would probably be at a few of their up-coming shows. BJ followed me to my car where I gave him one of the ready made folders I was handing out when I went door to door handing out my paperwork. He was very impressed with my professional presentation and said that I seem to really know what I want to do and would be an asset to him. I thanked him for the compliments and we agreed to meet a week from this Friday in his office about 6:00 pm because he would be away Tuesday through Thursday and Monday he will be in meetings all day with a dinner meeting and Friday would be the only day. He said he would keep in touch during the week and make sure if I would still be interesting in the interview and I told him that would be great. Jim gave me a hardy handshake and told me that he was looking forward to seeing me again and thanked me for spending a very enjoyable evening with him. I thanked him for granting me an interview and was hopeful that I would be someone he would consider hiring as I was anxious to start working. He said good night as he shook my hand a second time and he held my hand as well. After walking away to his car, I felt a "rush" come over me. My mind drifted briefly as I was thinking of BJ in a sexual way. He was smart, and so good looking too. Being black and older was also playing over and over in my mind. I had a restless night thinking about how I would do on the interview and was hoping I would be what Jim wanted in his assistant. Then my mind went on to wander about Jim in a sexual way and got lost in it. I imagined him taking me on his desk in his office and my sucking his black cock and the fucking long and hard and having his come all over my face and all over my body. He was a good kisser too and I was getting more wet with every sexual thought I had. Then I snapped into reality as I didn't know if he was a married man or if or when his relationship. I was going to meet him about a job and not trying to get him to fuck me, but I did enjoy the thoughts. Then I thought that a handsome like that had to already be married, in a relationship and would never be interested in me in a sexual way. That afternoon I was just finishing up the last load of laundry when I heard my cell. It was Jim and he asked me to join him that night for dinner, his treat and I accepted. Maybe I thought that he would be doing a pre-interview or maybe he just wanted to see what I was all about. I'm so full of myself, nah, but I can dream can't I. Jim came to my apartment and brought me a single rose and handed it to me with a kiss on my cheek. He said that he enjoyed being in my company but was afraid I would turn him down for two reasons; because he was much older than me (he was 54 and I was 22) and that he was black and I am white. I told him that age is only a number and his race didn't bother me at all. He seemed to be surprised and happy at the same time with my response. I wanted to jump him right then and there and I had to contain myself. We had dinner in this great little place a few towns over and he said that he knows the owners and they were one of his clients. He said he was always treated nice and had left his business card one night and the called him almost immediately as they were looking for someone to advertise their place for them and liked the way Jim handled himself. The food was great and the company was even better. They had a small dance floor which we managed to make our way to and danced a few times. The first time we held hands and the last four, I had my hands wrapped around his neck. Jim stands about 6'4" tall and I am a mere 5'3" tall. He seemed to enjoy dancing with him and I know I enjoyed dancing with him. We had a very nice dessert of one of my favorites, creme' brulee. We talked about the dinner and all the dancing as we drove back to my place. I started to open the door to my apartment and he was helping me turn the key. Neither one of us had too much to drink so maybe he was just being helpful I thought. We got inside and I offered him another glass of wine or maybe coffee or tea and he said that he didn't want anything else but he did ask me to sit on my loveseat with him. He took my hand and told me that he was reading over my resume and paperwork and he knows that I would be perfect for the position and knows that i will do well and thinks maybe he should just hire me now and skip the formal interview. He said that he would be doing the interviewing anyway and he already knows about me and we have already discussed the position, etc. I was so exited that I turned to thank him and we ended up kissing each other. I wasn't planning on kissing him thanking him for the job but it just happened. The next thing I knew I was still kissing him and we had our tongues tied and we were in a full blown passionate kiss. My mind was wandering and thinking about what I was daydreaming about and was really enjoying this. His hands started to find the buttons to my blouse and then cup one of my tits and pushed aside the lacy bra cup that covered the over pinching my nipple and making it hard and my pussy start to get wet. I didn't know if I should but I reached for his crotch and I unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock and started to massage and jerk it and it started to get harder and bigger and I was getting so excited. Jim started to pull away from me as he slowly started to take off my clothes and then I took off his. He took me by the hand and he was looking for my bedroom. I had just changed the bedding this morning never thinking and only daydreaming that Jim would be sharing my bed. He laid me across the bed as he spread my legs and told me I smell like heaven. He asked me if I have ever made love to a black man before and I told him that I never made love to any man before and I was a virgin. I started to get upset and Jim sensed this and told me that we didn't have to do this if I wasn't sure or ready. I didn't need much time to think about it as I told him that I wanted to do it and I wanted him to be my first. He was so gentle with me as it being my first time and that I was so tight and he had an extra large black cock that was ready for fucking. I can still feel when the head was near my vagina and I was so excited and worried at the same time. He was an older man with probably more experience that I would ever had and I didn't want to disappoint him. He talked softly into my ear and told me not to worry about a thing and that he would take it slow and easy with me as he kissed my neck and the gently squeezed my tits. He eased into me and slowly we started to get more intense and I was getting more relaxed. I begged him to go faster and harder and I could feel myself coming all over his sexy cock. He told me that I was doing great and just keep relaxing. I could feel him getting bigger inside me and then he told me he had to come. I was so afraid that he would come inside me and I would get pregnant but thought that maybe he wouldn't. Neither one of us asked about using protection and then he pulled out and shot his load all over my face and tits and what a load it was. He slowly got off the bed and told me not to move. He was looking for some light and for my bathroom. I heard him running the water and after a few minutes he brought in a wet face cloth and a dry towel as he wanted to clean me up and I told him I wanted to rub his juices into my skin and I started to. He cleaned off his cock and I rubbed in his juices and then he cleaned me off. After we were finished, he laid next to me and put his arms around me and told me that did really well and he enjoyed. I told him that I'm sorry I didn't swallow but then I stopped myself because I was going to tell him that the next time I would see if I could. He asked me to tell him and I didn't want to lie to him so I told him that if there is a next time I would try to swallow it and then I would know if I could. He had a huge smile on his face and kissed my forehead. Jim told me that he is hoping there will be many more times. He told me that he liked me from the first minute he saw me at the club that night we met and knew he had to get to know me. He didn't know that I needed a job and he said that he was so glad that I was interested in the job and accepted his offer. We discussed in length about keeping our relationship under wraps and no one needs to know. I start my job in a month and he already has a business trip lined up for us. I was starting to feel better about myself because I got a job and I finally have had the chance to be with an older man and the cherry on the sundae was that he was also black. How lucky can a girl get. Jim and I have now been working together now for 5 years and 3 months, have been married for 3 years now and we are expecting our first child. I do not want to know the sex of our child but Jim does. I told the doctors that he can be told but I want to be surprised to see what gift God has given me. He has already given Jim to me which has been one of the greatest gifts along with his love and for working for the greatest guy ever. I am not given any special favors at the office by Jim and he treats me the same as he treats the others and we go get treated well. After the baby is born, I will be working at home and Jim will be have a temporary assistant until I can return to work full time. He also told me that can always work from home and he and I can still go on our business trips and so can the baby. Last year we gained 25 new clients, lost 2 because of deaths and have been named number five of the top five marketing and advertising firms in the NY/NJ/CT/PA area. There are talks of us opening up another 2 offices and one is in New Hampshire and the other in Vermont and Jim said that we may take one of the new office and move if I wouldn't mind moving. I have vacationed in New Hampshire and love the area and hope that if we do go, we get the New Hampshire office. What I Always Wanted Ch. 02 As always this story is a copyrighted work of destinie21 please don't reproduce this story in any way shape or form. Also please note that this is a story that involves incest so if you don't like that aspect of erotica then for God's sake bugger off. To every body else Enjoy... * * * * * Dinner dragged by and I was on the edge of my seat with anticipation. I barely touched or tasted the food Mama had prepared. A fact that didn't escape anyone's notice. All three of them took a turn telling me in one way or another that I was skin and bones and some good solid home cooked food would be the best thing since sliced bread. I shrugged it off pretending indifference, because I couldn't very well tell them that the reason my appetite had disappeared was because I couldn't wait to fuck the hell out of my father's sister. I picked over my food some more and managed to actually eat a few more bites. Abandoning the food completely I sipped the wine that had been set out in crystal glasses at dinner time. Mother always did have a knack for laying out a perfect table, and she took pride in her domesticity as well as the extensive knowledge and talent that made her a best selling author many times over. Still taking tiny sips from my glass I watched Josephine over the rim of my glass, she saw me looking and winked at me before running her tongue over her full upper lip,, her actions sent a shiver through me and the pit of my stomach felt hollow, as if I were riding a roller coaster. Without thinking I tightened my crossed legs beneath the table I could feel my pussy lips slide against each other, all slick silky and wet. Although my Aunt couldn't have seen my thighs flex she smiled as though she knew what she was doing to me and truth be told she probably knew just what she was doing to me. I hadn't had the occasion to ask her but I knew I wasn't the only woman she had ever been with; the way she had made me tremble had absolutely nothing to do with beginners luck and everything to do with skill and practice. I wondered just who else had the pleasure of her lips and hands. I felt almost jealous but shook the feeling and the thoughts away, before taking one final sip of the wine and setting down my glass. Mama started to clear the table and I rose to help her but she dismissed me saying that she was perfectly capable of clearing the table all on her own. What she was really saying is that she wouldn't let me wash a few dishes while I was on vacation. I shrugged my shoulders not really that hell bent on doing housework anyway. On the spur of the moment I decided to go for a drive because sitting and being patient had never been my forte, and now with the added excitement and desire coursing through me I felt practically ready to explode. Heading into my bedroom I grabbed the keys to the car I'd rented and a pair of comfortable sling back sandals to put on. I announced my departure loudly before grabbing my cell phone and heading out the door. Before I got to the corner of our street I realized someone was following me, or at least I thought so, of course whoever was behind me could have very well just been driving along on the same street and riding my bumper just for the hell of it. I glanced in the rearview mirror but couldn't quite and sped up slightly because the closeness of the car behind me made me slightly nervous, the car behind me kept its distance and I relaxed. My cell phone rang on the passenger's seat beside me and I reached for it, I hadn't taken the time to connect the hands free set and to do so now while in motion would have been more dangerous than just picking up the phone. I answered the phone without even glancing at the caller id screen. Steering with one hand I pressed the phone to my ear and spoke. "Hello" For a second there was silence then an unmistakable laugh. "Slow down love, where the hell are you going anyway?" Josephine asked. I giggled realizing that she was the one following me. "I'm just driving. Did you have a place in mind?" "Yeah mine." she said without even a hint of flirtatious laughter. I didn't even bother to respond instead I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the passenger's seat. Glancing in my rear view mirror I smiled and pressed my foot on the gas and drove to my aunt's house. I was waiting at the front door when she pulled her car up next to mine moments later. She moved past me and unlocked her door and entered the house. I followed behind her running my fingernails lightly over the curve of her ass. She turned to me and reached behind me to push the door shut, and then she pressed my back to the cool wood with the weight of her body, resting her hands on either side of my head. Her lips were on mine sucking gently as she moved her hips in a hard circle and ground her pussy against my thigh. I moaned and met her thrust for thrust. I kissed her hard tangling my hands in her auburn hair and pulling slightly. I inhaled her smell, she still reminded me of fresh water. I took one of my hands from her thick hair and unbuttoned her pants before dipping my hand down the back of them and caressing and squeezing her bare ass. Josephine moved faster against me and dropped her hands to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard through the thin material of my dress. Sliding my hand around to the front of her body I ran the tip of my index finger over her slit parting her lips with the slight pressure pf my finger. I was teasing her and playing with her just because I could. Her beauty and the reality of what was happening still stunned me but this time I was planned to make my Aunt shiver and scream for me. The tip of my finger brushed Josephine's clit and danced over the bit of flesh lightly as her hips moved chasing after the teasing digit that wouldn't settle down and fully stimulate her. The way her breath caught in her throat made me almost relent and take her fast and hard but I held back, I liked the control of it truth be told but it was ,a feat which took nearly all my self control. Slipping the straps of my dress down my shoulders she grabbed a hand full of bare breast she squeezed hard, oooh did I ever like it rough. Just the feel of her soft hands grasping hard enough to almost hurt me mad my pussy slick and I could feel myself swelling and opening up for her. I was still taking her slow and easy but it looked like she planned to ravish me. I understood immediately that she was trying to make me lose control and get her off right then, we were having a slight battle of the wills. It never fully dawned on me that Aunt Jo had never been in any other role except for the dominate one not that she necessarily wanted me to submit she just seemed to want to be in control, but she wasn't, not this time. I quickened the speed of the one fingertip pressed against her clit and just as suddenly as I had sped up I slowed way down smiling even as she kissed me. She slipped her tongue past my lips kissing me softly, the contrast of her lips and her hands was almost enough to drag me over the edge and bring her with me. Josephine moaned and rolled her lips from mine. "Come on love, don't play. Fuck me." Her words sent a shock through me and I almost complied but only almost. She was close to the edge as I slipped my finger downward and entered her. She was hot and impossibly tight. I swirled my finger around gently then began a slow long outstroke. She moaned my name when I added a second finger and pushed into her. My lips trailed down her neck and my tongue swept in a tight circle over the slightly perfumed skin. She growled low in her throat sounding like some kind of powerful jungle cat. I could feel my pussy dripping and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I could come just from pleasuring her. I moved my fingers only a bit faster drawing out the strokes and twisting my wrist slightly in a spiraling motion as I fucked her, she was definitely trembling although I couldn't tell if it was with desire or just the effect of so much pent up arousal. It didn't matter really and so I put the thought from my mind and continued to tease her. With my free hand I tried to unbutton her shirt, when I had struggled too long for my liking I simply grabbed the starched white cotton and pulled hard. I could feel the strain of the threads seconds before I heard the material rip. I heard her whisper "Damn" before I slipped my hand beneath her lacy bra and cupped her breast, damn was exactly the word I'd have said if my lips weren't pressed to her neck. Her nipple hardened under my palm as I cupped and caressed her breast, and she arched her back pushing her body closer to mine. Josephine moved under my hands as if she were dancing, and I was the choreographer, I could make her move her hips faster and harder with just a curve of my fingers inside of her. I did too I stroked hard and fast and she moved with me, one hand still squeezing my breast as the other twined in my hair, her long nails made my scalp tingle as she dug them into my head. Pulling my lips from her neck I put my head back against the door and watched her through half closed eyes. There was sweat on her hairline and her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted letting moans ease out. Damn she was sexy. Very suddenly I wanted to taste the flavor of her passion on my lips. It was a craving that I had to indulge. Taking my hand from her bra I placed it on the middle of her chest pushing my Aunt back slightly and pulled my hand from her sex with a wet sucking sound. When there was room I fell to my knees in front of her, and put both of my hands on her hips pulling her to me, and pressing my lips over her pussy she tasted warm wet and salty like ocean water. I ran my tongue along her slit using slight pressure and long strokes. I could feel her getting wetter beneath my lips and I smiled against her for a moment. I nibbled at her swollen lips lightly enough to make her beg then hard enough to make her shiver and purr. Using my fingers to spread her lips apart I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, making the muscles in her thighs tense and loosen. She moaned grinding her pussy all over my face as she gripped my hair. I sucked and nibbled at her clit and ran my tongue around the little bit of flesh in hard tight circles. Josephine screamed as she climaxed all over my lips, I sat back with my ass resting on my heels and grinned. I always did get what I wanted from my Aunt. When she was fully spent aunt Josephine stepped back releasing her grip as she did. She stood over me with her hands on her hips smiling. "Well damn love." Was all she said before turning to walk deeper into the house. Even in her bare feet she made music as her soles smacked the hardwood floors. I followed the sound of her feet and caught up with her in the kitchen. She was drinking a glass of water with the small of her back resting against the edge of the sink as if she had all the time in the world. If she were any other woman I would have been insulted that she took a water break but the way she gulped the liquid down made me feel as though I'd done everything absolutely right. She drank the water and put her glass down on the counter before coming to embrace me. The feel of her skin against mine sent a tremor through me, then without warning she put her hand between my legs and plunged two fingers into me easily. That definitely made me tremble, she had only stroked in and out of me a few times and I was already cumming, I had been right on the edge of climax for a long while just touching had almost taken me over the edge, so I wasn't surprised but Aunt Josephine seemed to be. She didn't let up though not even for a second she pumped in and out fast and hard without breaking speed, before my first orgasm was over I could feel another one starting and my knees went weak as her palm pushed against my clit with each in stroke. I was panting like a bitch in heat by the time she finished with me and soaked with sweat. I had to sit down in one of the chairs before my legs gave out. She straddled me and pressed her lips to mine. "So love" she said after she'd kissed the hell out of me. "Maybe you should stay at my place." I laughed although I knew she wasn't joking in fact she was dead serious. "I'll let you know." I told her before licking her full lips. "Want to put those lips to work" I asked with my mouth pressed against hers. She didn't say a word but I could feel her smiling moments before she moved off of my lap and knelt between my legs. With a hand on each knee she pushed my legs apart then lifted them and rested my bent knees over her shoulders. Her eyes never left my face as she positioned me. She held my eyes for another beat before using her fingers to spread my lips apart. Her touch was purposely rough and I loved it. I could feel my muscles trying to clench at nothing and for a moment she watched me tighten. Then she put her lips against me and sucked, my hips rose to meet her lips and I moaned as she traced tight circles around the dripping opening of my cunt with her tongue. Her fingers rolled over my clit and I lost it all over again, when she felt me coming she moved her lips up to my clit and sucked hard as she pushed three fingers into me. I felt myself stretching for her. I felt so full it was unbelievable. Just as I reached the peak point in my climax she wiggled her pinky into my asshole. I went buck wild then grasping my legs around her head tight as my back arched in the chair, I could see technicolor dots dancing in front of my eyes and although it had never happened before I knew I was going to pass out. When I came to I was still shaking and trembling with aftershocks and Aunt Josephine was still kneeling between my legs holding my thighs down against the chair. Somehow she had gotten my feet back on the floor and she was just sitting there looking smug. "Well damn." I said even my voice was a little shaky. She smiled and stood grabbing my hand and pulling me up onto my wobbly legs. She kissed me lightly on the lips before heading out of the kitchen and dragging me with her. We ended up in her bedroom and she laid down pulling me onto the bed with her. Wrapping her leg around my hip she leaned over and kissed me again. "You're staying the night." She told me before leaning over a little further and turning off the lamp on the nightstand. I smiled in the darkness. Goodnight Auntie I whispered. "Night love." Aunt Josephine said with a laugh as she rolled my nipple idly between her fingers. * * * * * Please take a moment to send feedback and or leave a comment, it's always good to know what people like and or dislike about my work, it also gives me a sense of direction about where to take my stories.