7 comments/ 66746 views/ 13 favorites When Aunty Visited By: Moondrift "I don't need her here, I don't want her here," complained Dennis, "I can look after myself." "Well, we can hardly say no to her Dennis; she's asked if she can stay here until she gets settled, and besides, she'll be able to cook for you and look after the place while we're gone." "I can cook and look after the place," muttered Dennis, knowing he was wasting his breath. Visions of wild parties, booze and girls began to evaporate like a morning mist. His parents were off for six weeks to Malaysia. For his father it was part business and part holiday, and for his mother all holiday and a big shopping spree. On previous occasions when his father had gone off on these trips mother had stayed behind, and now, just when it had been decided that he no longer needed to be "looked after," he'd got an aunt coming to do just that. He hadn't seen Aunt Renata for years and certainly had no desire to see her now. It had been his bad luck and his parents' good fortune that their departure coincided with the arrival back in the city of his aunt. The family felt some guilt about Renata. She was the last of Dennis' paternal grandparent's brood of seven children, born late in their lives. His father, Jack, was the oldest of the family and when it came to education for Renata there had been no money left to give her the sort of education she both wanted and deserved. She had ended up serving an apprenticeship as a hairdresser; then later, and at her own expense, she had taken a beautician's course. At age twenty two she had become engaged to a lieutenant in the army. Not long before they were due to get married he had been posted to a war zone overseas; the wedding was delayed, and then it didn't happen at all because her fiancé fell victim to a sniper's bullet and was killed. Renata was always known in the family as, "The quiet one," but for a couple of weeks she poured out her grief vociferously, and then seemed to go into a protective shell, becoming quieter than ever; then with hardly a word she packed up one day and left the flat in which she had been living. At first nobody knew where she had gone until a letter to her mother let it be known she was living in a country town. Contact with her was thereafter spasmodic but it emerged that she had opened her own hairdressing and beauty salon. It seemed that her business had thrived but after several years she decided to return to the city, so she sold the business. Her agreement to spend the six weeks with Dennis while his parents were away was not entirely altruistic. It served her ends as she wanted time to look around and decide her next move. Being a shrewd business lady she also warmed to the idea of free board and lodgings for a few weeks, even if it meant baby sitting an eighteen year old. The curse of it was that the six weeks coincided not only with the departure of Anne and Jack, but also the end of Dennis' high school career; this, she suspected, meant he would be around the place more than if he had still been at school. In the way families do, during one evening meal there had been some debate concerning Renata's age. Jack, her brother, had no idea, and Anne who had made a point of sending Renata a birthday card each year speculated that she was about thirty four. There was much debating back and forth along the lines of; "She was twenty when..." "No, she was older than that, don't you remember when," "No...no darling she was only..." They finally settled on her being thirty four, but with the proviso that she might be thirty six or thirty two. Dennis had been twelve the last time he had seen Renata, and rather than an aunt she had alway seemed more like an older sister or cousin. He remembered her playing with him as a child, but her appearance had never had any impact on him. He couldn't remember whether she has been pretty or ugly, but given his present annoyance at her coming to spoil his fun, he opted for ugly. Renata arrived the day before Jack and Anne were due to leave, and seeing her after many years, Dennis surveyed her anew, and, I must confess, he did so from the standpoint of a young male. She was tall for a woman, perhaps five feet ten, but that was not unusual for females in Jack's family, and all the males, including Dennis, stood well over six feet. But it was not her height that drew Dennis' attention but her complexion. He couldn't remember how it had been all those years before and didn't think he'd ever seen a complexion quite like it before. It was smooth and glowing like golden honey, and surprisingly for a beautician there was no sign of makeup. Her complexion might have been a sun tan except he didn't think it was. Her long and beautifully tended ash blonde hair was in dramatic contrast to her skin, and was further enhanced by large dark eyes set in a narrow aquiline face. No one else in the family resembled Renata, and Dennis began to have suspicions concerning his grandmother's behaviour. He thought she had a slightly hawkish look but this was softened by full wide lips; or at least it was until she smiled. The smile displayed gleaming white teeth with the disturbing feature of longer than usual canine teeth. It made him think of old Dracula vampire films he had seen on television. She was wearing shorts and a tight tank top that displayed bare arms, shoulders and part of her chest, all of which were the same honey colour as her face. The top displayed a fair amount of generous bosom with its accompanying deep cleavage. Her narrow waist gave way to swelling hips that in another age would have been thought to indicate excellent child bearing potential. Other possibilities, although not entirely unconnected as a preamble to child bearing, were displayed in her long slender legs that still maintained the honey colour. Before this renewal of acquaintance Dennis, with his prejudiced view of her, had been happy to imagine her as unattractive, but now he had to redefine this view. He thought she wasn't exactly beautiful, but then, she wasn't exactly unattractive either. He decided she looked a formidable lady with whom one would have to tread carefully, but he was having a struggle to find a word beyond "formidable" to encapsulate her. As we often do when viewing and summing up another person, he resorted to comparing her with other women he had known. None of the females he knew, none of his girlfriends or even the older woman with whom he had enjoyed a brief sexual relationship seemed to quite equate. He tried "sexy" as a possible description but finally decided that "voluptuous" might best describe her. Another feature took him by surprise when she greeted him, "Hello Dennis." He knew the family spoke of her as the "Quiet one," but until that moment it had never registered with him why she was so called. Her voice was very soft and low, and seemed to be at one with her honey coloured skin. Poor Dennis, he wanted to dislike her for ruining his anticipated pleasures, but he was finding it hard. He certainly felt wary of her, but good old plain dislike just couldn't be maintained. He had already decided to keep out of Renata's way as much as possible, and his reappraisal of her did nothing to change that resolve. The difficulty was he had found out recently that most of his peers were off with their parents to far places, or had planned to go fruit picking and similar things in order to earn some much needed money. Somewhat spoilt in that respect Dennis had no need to earn money, and this in a way had also ruined the vacation for him. He wasn't going to have his wild parties and even if he did few of his friends would have been around to enjoy them. It seemed he couldn't take a trick. He thought of the older lady with whom he had experienced so much satisfaction, but she was an unlikely prospect since she had taken, not only to her generous bosom, but also into her house, another young man to instruct in the tender arts of sensual love. There only remained a girlfriend with whom he had recently broken up. He wondered if he could patch things up sufficiently to re-engage her in sexual activity, but realised that the insult he had levelled at her was probably in her eyes unforgivable; he had told her that her breath stank. Remembering this, not only as an insult, but as based on the truth, he decided he had better let that one pass. "It's going to be a bloody boring six weeks," he summed up miserably. He could not imagine that Renata would prove to be entertaining. Now, you might have come to the conclusion that Dennis was a somewhat spoilt and for his age, a cynical young man, and in my view you would be right. As an only child his well-off parents had indulged him, but now, rather late in the day so to speak, he had been slammed up against a situation he could not command. His parents, selfishly in his view, were determined to have six weeks together without him; he had been landed with what could be described as a "Maiden aunt;" and his friends had deserted him. He was on, what for him, was a steep learning curve; namely, the world wouldn't always run the way he wanted it to. That said, I must add a few things in praise of Dennis. He was one of those annoying people who seem to be good at everything they attempt. He had done well at high school; he had done well at sports; he had the makings of a fine musician and he was not deliberately unkind to people and on the whole he had been popular; that popularity had been exercised to good effect with the girls and, of course, his older lady. For all his well doing, however, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. Suggestions from his parents that he might consider law, physics, teaching and even music, struck no responding note in his heart. Thus at that moment, together with his other woes, he faced a professional void. I shall pass over the rest of the day on which Renata arrived except to say she settled in and prepared herself to play the role of the surrogate mother. Jack and Anne were waved goodbye at the airport next day, and a still resentful Dennis and a doubtful Renata returned to the house in silence. Essentially what they had to do was to establish, or rather re-establish, some sort of relationship. Given the residual Dennis resentment this was not going to be easy. They no sooner got into the house than Dennis announced he was going out again. Having a car of his own he drove around for a couple of hours doing little more than burn up fuel since he really had nowhere he needed to go. Returning home he went to his bedroom and for want of anything better to do, and because he hadn't copulated for a couple of weeks, he lay on his bed and masturbated. He didn't feel any more cheerful after this activity, and decided that as there was nothing better to do, he could at least see if Renata had anything to offer by way of diversion. He found her in the kitchen stirring something vigorously in a bowl. He had seen his mother do this on many occasions, but he had never received the invitation Renata now extended. "Here, you stir this; I've got some other things to prepare. And don't slop it out of the bowl. Somewhat amazed Dennis accepted this invitation and began stirring the unidentifiable mixture in a rather lethargic manner. This was quickly amended by Renata who said, "Do put some energy into it." Still somewhat taken aback Dennis put more energy into it. After a few minutes of this activity Renata said, "That'll do, take this lot out to the garbage bin will you." It was not a request but an order that was all the more commanding for being delivered in a low voice that clearly anticipated no argument. Dennis picked up the pail of kitchen waste and took it outside. On his return Renata said, "Now tell me what's been happening in your life." He sat down at the kitchen table, and deciding to leave aside the more lurid aspects of his activities he went into a recital of his school and sports activities. As he did this he took another survey of Renata. She was in another pair of shorts but this time wore a halter top that displayed more of her than the tank top of the previous day. Her bare arms, back and midriff and the display of even more bosom had an unexpected effect on him. He felt a definite ripple in his genitals. He had to admit that she looked definitely sexy, even sexier than his older lady had looked. The ripple in his genitals took on a more unrelenting aspect and he began to get an erection. I don't suppose Dennis was any more susceptible to female charms than most fervent young men of his age, experiencing as they do the demands of rampant hormones. Now, with what was rapidly becoming a diminishing displeasure with his aunt, he began to wonder what Renata would look like minus halter and shorts. He finished his recital of life events, and noticed that Renata was looking at him rather intently, her large dark eyes seeming to pierce through him. "Hmm, well, I must say you've turned out to be a rather nice looking young man, Dennis, have you got any girl friends?" "Ah...not at the moment." "What sorts of girls do you like, blondes, brunettes, red heads?" Dennis decided on a bit of flattery and said, "I rather like your hair colour." Renata smiled her vampire smile and said even more softly and slowly, "Do you now." Then she seemed to change the subject; "We've got six weeks, I think we should do some things together, don't you?" "What sort of things?" "Oh, we could go to some of the beaches and there are walks in the hills, and I've got to start some looking round. I intend to set up in business somewhere in the city, so I want to see what's on offer, you can drive me." Dennis thought the beaches and walks sounded okay, but wasn't too sure about business hunting, nevertheless he agreed that they could indeed do some things together; after all, who else was there to do things with during what seemed the dead season in the city? That appeared to end the discussion so Dennis wandered out into the family room. There stood one of the joys of his life, the grand piano. He sat and picked out a few chords, then began to play a Chopin polonaise. As he finished he became aware that he was being watched. He looked up to see Renata leaning against the door wiping her hands on a towel. "I didn't know you could play the piano like that." "Didn't you? I've been playing since I was six." "Yes I remember, but didn't know you'd persisted; play something else; the meal is nearly ready, but I'll leave the door open so I can hear." He began Beethoven's Moonlight sonata but it had to be curtailed when Renata called him to come and eat. Over the meal Dennis decided to risk a few questions of his own. He began with what he thought was a safe general question. "What have you been doing all these years?" Renata, somewhat after the manner in which Dennis had replied to her question, gave a general account of her time in the country town and the business she had conducted there. When she finished Dennis asked, "What brings you back to the city?" There was a pause that made Dennis glance up at Renata. Her face looked sad, and she said, "The bitterness is over." "Bitterness?" Renata's large dark eyes turned on Dennis as she asked, "Have you ever been in love, Dennis...I mean, really in love?" This question left Dennis floundering; he had of course told girls and even his older lady that he loved them, but that was part of the sex game to encourage them to copulate with him. He tried to remember if he had ever really been sincere about loving any of them, and couldn't recall a single occasion. "Er...no...no, I don't think so.? "When you are you'll know it, Dennis." "Yes...yes I suppose I will. Have you ever been in love?" "Yes, very much in love." "Ah." In the face of those words spoken so sincerely he was embarrassed and felt he didn't want to pry any further into the matter, but Renata went on; "When I lost that love I was very bitter; I felt as if life or God or something had turned against me, had stripped me of the one thing I wanted above all." For all his embarrassment Dennis knew he should make some response; he asked, "Your fiancé?" "Yes, Ken. When he was killed life seemed to come to a stop." Renata had been speaking very solemnly but now she looked up and said with that brightness that often covers deep sadness, "So I went away and buried myself in work, and it paid off. So now the bitterness is over I feel I can come back." Dennis remembered reading how some women who had lost their men in wars had never been involved with other men thereafter. He wanted to ask Renata if there had been any other men. It was not a question he had made up for himself, but one the family had often asked. The fire and passion of Renata's relationship with Ken had not been unknown to them, and it did not seem possible that this passion could have died completely; but it was a question that Dennis felt could not be asked. Renata seemed to give herself a shake and said, "There, so I'm back again and we'd better do the washing up and then you can play for me." They began the washing up and Dennis asked, "You like music?" "Yes, very much." "Perhaps we could go to a concert." "That would be lovely; we'd better find out if there's anything happening." That evening Dennis played for Renata. She lay stretched out on a pile of cushions listening, and he began the Moonlight sonata again, this time he played it all the way through. When he had finished Renata murmured, "That was lovely, play some more." Dennis looked at her for a moment, and now, having heard a little of the pain she had experienced, she had taken on a more intimate and human aspect in his thoughts. As she lay there, relaxed and with her eyes closed, he wondered again if that body had been without sensual gratification for all those years, and could well imagine how many men must have desired her. Had she refused them? Had the bitterness of her loss turned her away from love completely? These were new thoughts for him. Where females were concerned he had only been interested in their bodies, and more specifically their sex organs, but in a matter of an hour or two he had come to see another aspect to the relationships with them. The steep learning curve had grown even steeper. True he looked at Renata's breasts moving as she breathed, and at her long legs, imagining what lay at the top of them; at that moment she looked beautiful in his eyes, but her talk of love seemed to have placed a barrier between what he would like to have done with her, and what he would do. "Besides," he reminded himself, "she is my aunt." Maintaining the moonlight theme he played Debussy's "Claire de Lune," with its gentle yearning, and he played it better than he had ever done before. When he had finished he looked again at Renata, who still lay with her eyes closed. He thought he had sent her to sleep until she spoke. "You do know about love," she said. Taken by surprise Dennis was flustered and stammered, "D-d-do I?" She opened her eyes and looked at him saying, "Yes, you may not think you do, but I predict that when you do love it will be total love, unreserved and passionate. You couldn't play like that unless you know about love." "C-c-couldn't I?" "No; and you will know all the pleasure and delight of love, and the pain and anguish." Renata suddenly sat up and smiled and said, "I am waxing lyrical, aren't I?" Then in a business like tone she went on, "Now, about tomorrow, I want to make a start looking around for possible business opportunities. You can drive me." The abrupt change of mood confused Dennis. She had him floundering again as he tried to adjust, and he simply said, "Oh, okay." When Aunty Visited "Good, now I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed; goodnight." "I...er...goodnight." She left behind a thoroughly bewildered Dennis. That night he had difficulty sleeping. He tossed and turned as he tried to come to terms with this woman who had invaded his life. He cast his mind back to when he was a child and Renata had been a teenager, trying to remember if there were any signs then of what she had become; he couldn't recall. Then there came to mind his mother's photograph album and a photograph of himself sitting with Renata on a seaside jetty, their legs dangling over its edge; he hadn't looked at it for years. He got out of bed and went in search of the album and finding the photograph he stared at it for a long time. There she was, a girl of perhaps thirteen or fourteen. The aquiline face was there, but her limbs were thin and gangly and her hair looked as if someone had put a basin on her head and cut round it. The smile was there, but the picture was too indistinct to be able to see those vampire canines. Being a black and white photograph her honey complexion could not be seen either. No, from the photograph he wouldn't have been able to recognise her now. But then, he wouldn't have been able to recognise himself either. The plump round faced boy about three or four years of age, with a mass of golden curls, looked nothing like he did now. Still staring at the picture he tried hard to remember something of that time; what had they been doing on that beach? Who else was there? Had they been on holiday together? What other times had they spent together? It was odd, because although he knew they had spent quite a lot of time together, he could not recall when or where. He wondered if he had liked her as a child, perhaps even loved her in a child's way. He thought he must have or why else had they spent time together? He was trying to connect the past with the present, to discover if there was a theme in their relationship that still resonated, or had the years when she had been away built a wall between past and present. He even wondered why he cared if there was any continuity between what had been and what was now. He didn't know why, but he did know he wanted there to be a connection. He went back to bed and dreamt of seaside holidays, Christmas and Renata. He woke in the morning feeling as if he had not slept at all, and staggered out into the kitchen to get him self some breakfast. He got half way across the kitchen when he was pulled up with a jolt. Renata was there apparently making tea, but tea making was irrelevant. It was what she was wearing that focused him. A black lacy nightdress unashamedly revealing breasts that moved tantalisingly, their nipples clearly visible through the thin lace. It was true that he had seen his mother in her nightdress frequently, but not such a nightdress as this. He backed out of the kitchen saying, "Be back in a minute." That brief sight of her had aroused him. He fled to his bedroom and masturbated. From there he went to the shower and afterwards dressed. When he went back to the kitchen Renata was no longer there and he got his own breakfast. He wanted her there, wanted to see her again despite the frustration he had felt. When she did return she was dressed in a severe business suit of some dark brown material, but it made no difference; he had seen her, even if only for a moment, and he knew what lay beneath that suit. He wondered if she knew why he had hurried away from her, but she gave no indication. "We've got a full day, Dennis," she said, "So don't be long." Like her suit she was cool and businesslike and he wondered if he had imagined her in that nightdress. Almost from the start of her visit she had confused him, inspiring in him mixed emotions. He was not in control and knew it. Always with women he had felt himself to be in command of the situation, now he was being emotionally buffeted about by a woman he had set out to dislike. He drove her around that day. They seemed to go to endless agents, hairdressing and beauty salons, though it was in fact only three salons. He waited patiently, or appeared to wait patiently, while Renata asked questions and examined premises and equipment. He checked the newspaper for concerts and learned that an overseas orchestra was on tour and coming to their city. Amid the business activities they found time to book seats for the concert, but that was a week away, and meantime the pursuit of salons continued. It seemed to Dennis that there were endless salons that the owners wanted to relinquish; "Hair Affair," "New Age Stylist," "The Beauty Shop," and so it went on. In the evenings Renata studied the records of the places they had visited while he played the piano for her. From the moment of seeing her in that flimsy nightdress he had finally and irrevocably become aware of her as a woman – not an aunt – but a desirable woman. To begin with he had not wanted her in the house; he still did not want her in the house, but for a very different reason. He was experiencing all the anguish of sexual craving for her, but at the same time he knew it was impossible. The brief moment in which Renata had exposed just a little of her inner self to him as she had spoken of love, had passed. She seemed unaware of the turmoil he was experiencing, and such emotion as she expressed was for his music. At the end of the first week Renata had declared her self satisfied with her salon visits, and was "Considering." Their activities now became more relaxed. They attended the concert and afterwards ate supper in the concert hall restaurant; when they said good night, she had laid her hand on the side of his face and kissed him saying, "Thank you Dennis, that was a lovely evening; shall we go to the beach tomorrow?" The touch of her hand and her soft warm lips on his nearly drove him out of his mind. Trying to control his voice he gasped, "Yes, if you wish." He went to bed and masturbated, not once but three times, cursing Renata for what she was doing to him, seemingly so casually, yet wanting her to go on tormenting him. Next day at the beach his wish to be tormented was fully satisfied. As she stripped off for a swim he saw her more clearly than ever before in a bikini of minimal coverage. He also saw how she drew the eyes of the men on the beach and felt the pangs of jealousy, yet Renata seemed serenely unaware of the attention she drew. He wondered if the loss of her fiancé had killed all sexual awareness in her, if men were but members of a gender she no longer cared about and rejected, and if uncaring, sought to torment them as some act of revenge for the loss of a great love. They attended an opera together and went to see plays; there were walks and more visits to the beach; he played the piano for her as she laid dreamily, her eyes closed. He played as he had never done before, pouring out his overwhelming emotions. Poor Dennis, he had become obsessed with this strangely quiet but demanding woman. He was constantly in her presence, and although he could have escaped her, he couldn't bring himself to do so; it was as if he was spellbound by her. Renata seemed to have no reticence about appearing in his presence very sparsely clad, and seemed to be blithely unaware of the effect she was having on Dennis. She filled his vision and he was in an almost constant state of arousal. One morning he got out of bed and went into the kitchen for breakfast. As usual Renata was already there, dressed in her flimsy black nightdress. He went to sit down, but Renata beckoned him saying in her quiet voice, "Come here." He went to her and she put her arms round him and said, "You've been a very good boy, haven't you; driving me around, taking me out, being helpful? I think it's time you had your reward." She kissed him softly on the lips and pulled her body close to him. Dennis somewhat flustered by this unusually demonstrative behaviour stammered, "W-w-what reward?" "Do be quiet, Dennis," went on Renata ever more softy. "You don't think I haven't noticed, do you?" He felt his pyjama shorts pulled down and his penis being grasped. Renata seemed to stand on tip toe for a moment, and then lowered herself again. Dennis felt his length pressing against something soft and warm. Renata had manoeuvred his penis to lie along the cleft of her vulva. She began to move with a rocking motion, sliding his penis back and forth. "That's nice isn't it?" she murmured. The next moment Dennis felt his length sliding into a warm, moist environment that seemed to be sucking him in. Still in a soft seductive voice Renate went on, "That's what you want, isn't it? I've seen how you've been so aunty is going to make you feel better." She had impaled herself on him and began to move up and down. From being flustered Dennis changed to being overcome by lust, and seizing her buttocks with his hands he started to work with her, gasping and groaning with each thrust. Renata went on speaking as if to a child she was soothing; "That's right my love, let it all go, put into aunty, I want to make you feel good." It took only a minute before Dennis ejaculated; all the pent-up frustration came pouring out of him as he moaned into her. When he had finished Renata held him inside her and still she murmured; "Was that good darling? Was that that you wanted? Of course it was I could see. Did you like it with aunty?" Dennis groaned, "Oh my God, yes." Gently Renata removed herself from him and stepped back looking at him. She smiled her vampire smile and said, "I think we should have breakfast now, and since we don't have anything planned for today, would you like to do some nice things for aunty?" That brief coupling with Renata had completed Dennis' enslavement to her. He didn't know what she meant by "nice thing," but he would do anything for her; even drive her to the South Pole to look at a salon. "Yes...yes...I'll do whatever you want." "Goodness me, darling," she said, "You are an obliging boy aren't you? That's quite an open cheque you've given me? You see, aunty has a few special needs that she thinks you can help her with and we'll find out how much of a man you are." "W-w-what do you want me to do?" choked our bewildered Dennis, unsure whether he had been wise to make such an open offer of help. Again the vampire smile and calm voice that sounded slightly menacing; "Just eat your breakfast, and then take a shower and you'll find out. I do hope you'll like what I've got in mind." Renata, who it seemed, had already eaten, left the room and after a couple of minutes Dennis heard the distant hiss of the shower. He ate his own breakfast and went to the shower that was by then empty. When he had finished and had dried himself he headed for his bedroom to dress. He had to pass his parent's bedroom. The door was wide open and as he passed it Renata's voice called out, "In here darling." Bemused he went in and there saw Renata stretched out on his parents' double bed, naked. Renata held out her arms to him and said, "I thought we'd be much more comfortable in here, it's a lovely big bed, isn't it. Now don't just stand there, come and cuddle aunty." He went to her and lay beside her, now sure of where things were heading. Using his previous sexual experiences as a guide he cupped a breast with his hand and went to kiss her. Before he made mouth to mouth contact Renata spoke. "Now darling, you're to do what ever aunty wants; you will, won't you?" "Yes...yes...anything." "Good, then kiss me, and do it properly." He brought his open mouth to hers and before his tongue could move hers was in his mouth, digging deep as if she would thrust it right down his throat. His hand was still on her breast and he felt her hand close over his and force him to begin pressing it. It was large and firm in his grasp and with his finger he sought for and found her nipple. He could feel it was long and firm and as he gently squeezed it Renata's tongue went into a flurry of exploration in his mouth. He broke away from the kiss breathless. Renate took his hand from her breast and placing her own hand under it raised it to extend the nipple saying, "I hope you like sucking nipples, sweetheart, because that's what I want." Dennis had no problem with that and drew the pink morsal into his mouth and began to suck and lick while his hand caressed her other breast. Renata was speaking again, "That's lovely, darling, but just hurt me a little, bite me." He sank his teeth carefully into her nipple and felt her give a slight convulsion and gasp. "Mmm, lovely, do it again, a bit harder." He obeyed and was rewarded with another convulsion and a slight scream. "You do it so beautifully darling." She let him nibble and suck for a while, and then said, "There's something else I want you to do to me." He stopped his work on her breasts and nipples and looked up at her. "Just put a couple of pillows under my buttocks, darling." She raised her hips and he slipped the pillows under her. "Now I have a bit of a fetish darling, I hope you don't mind?" Everything Renata said and did was said and done calmly, Dennis, who had never had exactly this sort of experience before, was utterly fascinated; he said, "Anything...anything you want." "I like to be looked at, darling." "I am looking at you." "No darling here," she touched her vulva. Now for all his sexual experience Dennis had never actually looked at female genitals even when he had been administering oral sex, but having said he would do anything she wanted he awaited her further instruction. "Just put your head between my legs, darling." He moved down the bed as she opened her legs, and he looked at her genitals. There was the mound of her mons and running from it a strip of curly blonde pubic hair. Beneath it he saw the long cleft of her vulva; its lips looked soft and swollen. Her fingers came to rest on the lips and she opened them to display the pink inner lips that reminded him of rose petals. They seemed to be fluttering and beyond them he saw the dark entrance to her vaginal canal. "Do you like looking at me sweetheart; wouldn't you like to lick me there?" He began to lick the inner lips but she said, "Mmm, lovely, but push right into me, darling, let me feel your tongue inside me." His tongue went into her canal; he could smell her distinctive female aroma and taste her lubricant. Renata was sighing softly with pleasure, her hands behind his head, holding him close. It must have been several minutes before Renata made another request. She lifted up the little hood of flesh at the top of her vulva to expose her clitoris, and said, "Lick and suck me there, but carefully, it's very sensitive." Her sighs became gasps. All had been very quiet up to that point, and then suddenly Renata almost shrieked, "My God, I'm coming, quickly into me, oh my God quickly." Her whole body was shaking as Dennis penetrated. Her canal was like a furnace and she was flexing her vaginal muscle to drag him in, as she cried out, "I'm coming, come with me, now...put it into me now...I want it...harder...deeper...oh God." Denis fired into her, dragged ever deeper by her legs now wound round him, and his own straining on her buttocks with his hands. Renata was howling like an animal in pain as Dennis moaned into her with his seed. It was man and woman at their most primal moment, the struggle to create new life. Dennis thrust the last ejection into her but Renata was still weeping and moaning, forcing him to stay with her as she experienced the diminishing tremors of her orgasm. As she wept she said repeatedly, "It's been so long....it's been so long..." Even when she had quieted and returned to her normally soft mode of speech, she murmured, "Don't leave me, don't leave me yet, stay with me." He stayed joined to her, looking down at her face. He thought he had never seen a woman look so beautiful despite her tears. Her formidable appearance had given way to a soft yielding and almost shy look. Her eyes seemed to probe his as she said, "That was wonderful, darling." He felt the need to respond to her and said, "It's never been like that before, never." Then he asked a question that had been hovering in his mind. "Has it been so long?" "Yes, my love, years." "Then why now?" She smiled, "You're fishing for a compliment, aren't you? All right, I'll tell you, but in a way I already have; you see, the bitterness has gone; you were here and I was ready, but had to be sure. I could see that I interested you...you didn't think I couldn't see those erections, did you?" She gave a gentle laugh. "That stand up in the kitchen told me all I needed to know; I thought you'd be good, but I didn't realise how good." Dennis for once sincere in the matter said, "How could I help but be good with someone like you?" She laughed again and said, "I was cruel, wasn't I, making you wait so long when I knew you wanted me." He smiled, "It was worth the wait." "Well, my love, the waiting is over now, and we have four weeks together, I think we can think of some interesting things to do, don't you?" "Yes," replied Dennis, his penis still in her and hardening again. He began to move in her. Renata stopped him, "No, darling, there's something else I'd like." "What? Just tell me, I'll do anything for you." "I wonder...all right, we'll try it; lie on your back and just let me." He obeyed and Renata sat astride him. "Just close your eyes," she said. There was a momentary pause; he thought Renata simply wanted him to penetrate her vagina in this position, but the penetration when it came felt different. It was tighter and it seemed more difficult to penetrate. He thought that if it had not been for the residual sperm and lubricant on his penis it would have been drier. He felt Renata take his hand and it was pressed into a warm sticky environment. "You can look now," she said softly. He opened his eyes, she was pressing his index finger against her clitoris; he wasn't penetrating her vagina, but her anus. He had tried that with others but all had rejected his attempt, this was a first for him. Renata began to move his finger round her clitoris and said, "Just keep doing it like that, and she began to move up and down on him. The closer he got to his orgasm the more pre-cum was discharged from his urethra, the smoother his penetration became. Renata was making her soft sighing sounds again and looking up at her Dennis thought she looked lovelier than ever. He felt her orgasm approaching as little quivers ran through her body, but this time she as much quieter; "Oh darling...oh my love...don't stop...please don't stop..." His own orgasm approached and he ceased touching her clitoris and seized her hips to drag her down on to him but she stopped him, "No...no...just relax...let me..." He tried to relax, and it was another wonderful first for him, to lie there just letting Renata dictate the pace; it was glorious agony. When they had done Renata moved from him and asked, "Did you like that?" "Yes, I did." "We have to get to know each other, don't we, my love?" "I think we do know each other." "Not quite, sweetheart, but we will. Now, we're very sticky and sweaty and I think we should shower and perhaps have something to eat." "But I want to..." "Yes, I'm sure you do, but later; don't worry, I'm not going to disappear." So they showered together and although Dennis would have taken her in the shower she wouldn't let him. "No darling, we've got all the rest of the day and night, and all the time in front of us, we don't have to hurry." So naked and with an erection, David had to eat some sandwiches to, as Renata put it, "Get some nourishment instead of punishment." When Aunty Visited When they had finished Renata came to him and taking his penis into her hand said, "I think I'd better fix this for you; let's go into the family room and use the cushions." Ordered once more to lie on his back Renata knelt beside him, gently playing with his shaft, teasing him. There was pre-cum oozing out of his urethra and she leaned over him and sniffed his crown. "Mmm, you smell nice;" then she licked a little of his sticky pre-cum, smiled and said, "I hope I tasted as pleasant. Now, don't hold back, just let it all go when you're ready." With that she took his crown into her mouth and began to lick and suck along his length. He could feel her warm tongue against his flesh and she seemed to be trying to suck the sperm out of his testicles. He felt the first jerk of the sperm up his shaft, and he burst into her saliva warm mouth. He held her head, pressing her back and forth with each new thrust of his semen. He knew she was trying to swallow his discharge but he could see it beginning to run out of the corners of her mouth, to hang like thick glue in strands on her chin. Even as his ejections ceased she seemed to be trying to suck the last drops out of him. He lay back, deeply contented; "This is love making as it should be," he thought. Renata withdrew from him still trying to swallow his sperm. She rose from the cushions and headed out of the room, to return shortly, obviously having washed her mouth out. "Time for a rest," she said, smiling, "let's go back to bed." Lying there she began to masturbate him slowly bringing on another erection. "Darling," she said, "I didn't think you could do it." With that she turned her back on him and said, "Come into me from behind." Guided by her hand he probed for her vagina and entered. She drew his arm over her and placed his hand on her breast. "Come into me if you want to," she murmured, "then we can sleep for a while." Amazed that he could achieve another erection, Dennis was even more astounded when he did come into her. He had never managed it more than twice in succession before. "Stay in me darling," Renata said, "It will be lovely to go to sleep like this." Dennis could barely understand himself. After ejaculating into a woman, especially if he ejaculated twice, he had always wanted to flee her presence, and going to sleep with his penis in her vagina would have had no appeal to him. With Renata it was totally different. He seemed to have ejaculated into her endlessly and still he had not had enough, and now he actually wanted to go to sleep united with her. He lay pressing her breast with his hand, then sleep came. When he woke Renata was gone from the bed, but he could hear her singing. Rising he went in search of her to find her in the kitchen preparing a meal. She smiled at him and said, "Must keep your energy level up, darling; now why don't you take another shower, put on a dressing gown or something, then we can eat, and afterwards you can play the piano for me." "Play the piano," protested Dennis, "I thought we were going to..." "Yes, we will, but later. We can't copulate all the time. You can play that lovely Claire de Lune for me again." Realising it was useless to argue Dennis obeyed instructions. After they had eaten and cleared up he began playing Claire de Lune. This time Renata did go to sleep and when he had finished Dennis turned to look at her. She was only wearing a loose negligee and it had fallen open to expose most of her body. She looked very vulnerable; her breasts were rising and falling as she breathed, and he could see the hint of pubic hair below her mons. He felt a wave of tenderness sweep through him that seemed to have nothing to do with sex. Lying there relaxed she looked lovely and defenceless and he felt as if he wanted to protect her. He sat in an armchair still looking at her. To him she seemed to be such a contradictory person; one moment she could be commanding and the next soft and yielding. One part of him wanted to reach out and touch her, but another part wanted her to sleep. She looked so exquisite he felt as if he could have sat there gazing at her for ever, yet he rose and went closer to her, so close that he could smell the tantalising fragrance of woman. No woman he had known had smelt so desirable. "What's happening to me?" he wondered. He didn't realise yet that what he was experiencing was love. Until that moment women had been for sex, for the sating of his lust, this new found gentleness had not yet reached his understanding. In childhood he had known her, but had little memory of that knowing. Now he had renewed that knowing in less than two weeks and for one day they had engaged in a sexual relationship that had elements of familiarity and others of unfamiliarity. As he looked at her sleeping there this was another element that he did not understand. She woke slowly and saw him looking at her. She smiled and stretched, lifting her already firm breasts to give them greater emphasis. She extended her arms to him and he went to her and they embraced. He felt the warmth of her body against his but he made no attempt to take her. "Darling, I'm sorry, I went to sleep while you were playing for me." He grinned; "That's all right, you've had a busy day." "Would you take me to bed and make gentle love with me." He rose and drew her up, and with her head leaning on his shoulder they went to bed. It was indeed a very gentle love making with sweet explorations of her body. He knew now there was no need for haste, they had four weeks. If she orgasmed it must have been very mildly. She simply seemed to surrender to his caressing of her body and then his ejaculation into her. When he had emptied himself he lay for a long while looking down at her as she stroked his face and hair. They slept with his hand still touching her breast. During a previous sleep one of his dreams had been concerned with Christmas. He had remembered this part of his dream but it had no significance for him. Now this Christmas dream came back again. In the morning he was to remember it. It was in his paternal grandparents' house and they were having a Christmas gathering as they always did during his childhood. His parents, his aunts, uncles and cousins were all there, including a much younger Renata. He knew it was Renata but whereas the others were all clear, she seemed to exist in a haze that would not allow him to distinctly see her features. There was noise and then his grandfather sternly shaking an admonishing finger at him. He didn't know why. The dream woke him some time in the small hours of the morning. Renata was sound asleep beside him. As if to reassure himself she was really there and he wasn't still dreaming, he touched her. Her flesh was warm and she felt soft to his touch. Careful not to wake her he rose from the bed and began to wander round the house trying to think what his dream meant. Since the death of his grandparents and the scattering of the family across the country, those Christmas gatherings had long ceased, so why was he dreaming about one now, and why was Renata unclear in it, and why was his grandfather admonishing him? He could find no answer, and going back to bed he climbed carefully in beside Renata and fell asleep. He recalled his dream in the morning and related it to Renata. She burst out laughing; "You don't remember that Christmas? That's not very flattering you know." "Why what happened?" "You were about eight at the time and you had a fight with Cousin Ronnie; you really don't remember?" "No, why were we fighting?" "Well, everyone thought it was so funny at the time; I was in my teens and you and Ronnie were fighting over who was going to marry me when you grew up; grandad had to separate you and gave you both a talking to." He felt a bit embarrassed but saw the funny side of it. "Did I win the fight?" "I don't think either of you won; you were stopped before it had gone too far." "Well," he said, "It's taken a long time, but I suppose I've come closest to winning." Renata had continued laughing, but now she became serious and looked keenly at Dennis. "Yes...yes...I suppose you have." There ensued an awkward silence between them until Renata said, "Let's have breakfast and we can decide what we're going to do for the day." "I thought we were going to..." "Darling, we can't copulate all the time. "I've got to keep this place in order or your parents will wonder what I've been up to while they've been away. Work this morning, then this afternoon we'll see." Dennis had to be content, and hoping it would help the afternoon come quickly he actually helped with the work. When it came to putting the bed linen in the washing machine he was amazed at the havoc they had wrought; it was rather heavily stained with sperm and lubricant. The afternoon came at last and he was once more in bed with Renata who, taking command, instructed him to sit across her so his penis lay between her breasts. She placed her hands on either side of them and folded them over his length. "Come between my breast, darling," she instructed. Dennis began to move, feeling the warmth and smooth flesh. Renata seemed content to lie there, just pressing her breasts over his shaft. This was yet another new experience for Dennis, and to his surprise he found it thrilling without quite knowing why. When he came his sperm shot out of him and began to splatter over Renata's face, dangling there in glutinous strands. After he had finished Renata said, "Now you can clean me up." "Where are the tissues?" Dennis asked. "No, darling, you can lick it off me; it'll be good for you to taste yourself." Somewhat cautiously Dennis commenced licking and decided it wasn't really unpleasant, but he devised a little revenge. He thrust his fingers into Renata's vagina and then brushed them across her lips; he ended by placing his fingers into his own mouth and sucking them. "You're learning, darling," Renata said lazily. Dennis silently agreed that the learning curve had taken a very pleasant turn for the better over the past couple of days. Over the following days and weeks, and for all their intimacy, Dennis still found Renata to be something of an enigma. As in other aspects of their relationship so in the sexual aspect, Renata seemed to swing from being demanding - "Do this to me" "Do that to me," - to being the yielding and quietly complaint partner. There was a couple of days during the third week when she became extremely euphoric, thanking him for he knew not what, and throwing herself into every new coupling with intense joy. The final week before his parents returned Dennis felt as if the hand of doom had been laid on him. Not only did he realise that this wonderful freedom of sex being always close at hand was coming to an end, but Renata seemed to be gradually withdrawing from him. When he questioned her about this apparent cooling off she said, "We've had a wonderful time, darling, but we both knew it had to come to an end." During that last week Renata finally made up her mind about the salons. She had selected not one, but three. She had also, using her net work of other women in her line of business, selected a number of them to take over two of the salons under her ownership and management. Dennis was down in the depths, both angry at the way she seemed to be pushing him aside, and in despair, not knowing what to do about it. He simply could not understand how Renata, after so impassioned a relationship could simply turn it off. His parents returned and Renata departed for a flat of her own. Dennis had made a last minute attempt to persuade Renata to let come and visit her at the flat, but she had said, "No, you've got your life to get on with as I have mine." No amount of argument and despairing anger would shift her from her decision. His parents were troubled by the depressed state they found Dennis in. They wondered if they should have refused to let Renata stay with him, thinking there must have been some almighty conflicts between them. Questioning him they got nowhere because Dennis simply refused to respond. In the midst of this emotional crisis Dennis chose what he would go on to study. It was in a way a choice born out of this crisis, music. It was in this he felt he might find solace for his loss of what he now came to believe was a profound love; a love, as many have found who have loved, combined with it the seeming opposite, hate. Like Renata before him he was experiencing the bitterness of a great loss, a loss that in his youthful inexperience he thought he would never recover from. He felt he had been duped, used and humiliated. He told himself he never wanted to see Renata again, and at the same time longed to be with her. He was six months into his studies and not doing very well when his mother brought news. She had, out of family loyalty, begun to use one of Renata's salons to have her hair attended to; thus she came into contact with Renata. "Renata is pregnant," she announced to her husband, "it's quite obvious." If Anne was somewhat scandalised Jack thought it something of a joke. "Are you sure she's not just putting on weight?" he guffawed. "Of course not, I can tell the difference between just putting on weight and being pregnant," Anne said, a trifle huffily as if her female insights were being questioned. "Someone has had a good time then," chuckled Jack. "I wondered if she'd go on mourning Ken for ever. I wonder who the lucky sod is; got any ideas?" "There's no need to be coarse, Jack," Anne admonished. "I haven't got the faintest idea. You don't think I was going to ask her, 'Oh, by the way, who is the father,' do you? We didn't even discuss her pregnancy, I just noticed it." "Well, she's a grown up woman so I suppose she knew what she was doing," said Jack, "she's old enough to know about contraception; I wonder who the father is. Dennis, who was present at this disclosure, said nothing, but listened hard and thought much and thought led to action. He knew Renata's address but had never, in his bitterness and anger, been near it. Now another sort of anger drove him to, as it were, storm Renata's citadel. He rang the bell to her flat and when it was not opened immediately he hammered on it. An elderly woman from a nearby flat came out, stared at him belligerently, and went back in again. Renata opened the door and was about to speak when Dennis got in before her. "You're pregnant," he said loudly. Renata looked along the passage and said, "Be quiet, you'll disturb the neighbours; you'd better come in." He followed her into the flat taking no notice of his surroundings. They entered what must have been the living area and before she could speak he said again, "You're pregnant." It was in fact a statement of the rather obvious. "Yes, your mother I suppose." "Yes, why didn't you tell me, I have a right to know if I'm the..." "Do sit down Dennis," said Renata in her mildest manner. "I don't want to sit, I want to..." "Sit down, Dennis," Renata said in a voice still quiet, but indicating she would brook no argument." Dennis sat. He found himself in that embarrassing situation we often find ourselves in. We get ourselves all worked up over something and suddenly something or someone seems to pull a rug out from under us, and we feel ridiculous. Poor Dennis wasn't sure how to go on. "So yes, I'm pregnant Dennis; it wouldn't be much use my trying to deny it, would it?" She touched her protuberant abdomen. "And as I'm sure you've come here to find out, yes, you are the father." "You should have told me." "Why, what would you have done about it?" "I...I...would have..." "Given up your career? Offered to marry me? That would have put the cat among the pigeons, you having an incestuous relationship with your aunt. One thing I will say for you, you haven't run away from it like a lot of men would have. But what can you do? "I...er...don't know but..." "It was me who started it Dennis, remember." "I didn't think you'd get...you must have known you'd get pregnant." "Of course I knew, Dennis, that's what I wanted." "You wanted to get pregnant?" "Yes, why not my dear? I don't know how many years of fertility I've got left, we were together for six weeks...let's say I decided I'd like you to be the father." Dennis was aghast; "My God Renata, you sound like one of those creatures that after they mate the female kills the male." "I haven't killed you, my dear." "No, just dumped me. Why me?" "If you're looking for some flattery, Dennis, all right; I've always had a lot of affection for you ever since you were a little boy. When I saw you again as a young man I thought that you looked good and seemed intelligent, so I decided you'd make a suitable father. It took me nearly a couple of weeks to make up my mind, but as you know, I did make it up." "So that's what I was to you, a penis and some sperm to get you pregnant; you knew I loved you." "You're being rather silly, Dennis, you know very well that we did lots of things that had nothing to do with getting me pregnant. Getting pregnant was only part of what we did. You think I didn't love you? Of course I did and do, but what can we do about it?" "We could..." "No, we can't...we can't get married, the law won't allow it; we can't live together; we can't tell people that you're the father. How would it sound if we went to your parents and I said, 'While you were away Dennis made me pregnant,' or more truthfully, 'I made Dennis get me pregnant'? You see, my dear, it's hopeless." "I could give up my studies and we could go away to somewhere we're not known." "No Dennis, you can't sacrifice your career like that, it would only come back to haunt our relationship in the years to come." "But you can't cut me off like this...you can't cut me off from the baby, it's mine as much as yours." Renata softened a little and asked, "You're sure you want to be part of the baby's life?" "Of course I do...and your life." Renata sat thinking for some time, and then said, "If you're sure then all right, we'll do what we can, but there must be no more talk about you giving up studies. Come here and visit me, but if you're thinking of making love with me the way we did before I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, you'll have to be very careful with me." "I'll come and be with you even if we can't have sex at all." "Do you love me that much?" "Yes, I do." Renata smiled; "I don't think we need to deprive each other completely. Come and visit me, and be around when the baby is born, but don't make it too obvious what we are doing, and I don't mean come here every day, once, perhaps twice a week. Now come to bed with me and make love." In the act of love Renata opted to sit astride Dennis, laughingly pointing out it was better than if he tried to drape himself over her rather protuberant stomach. Dennis began to make his visits to Renata. No secret was made of these visits, and his mother commented to Jack, "You know, I think we were wrong about Dennis and Renata clashing while we were away; Dennis seems to be really fond of her." "Yes," replied Jack, "Of course they were very fond of each other when he was a kid...remember that Christmas when Dennis fought with Ronnie over who was going to marry Renata when they grew up?" They both laughed and Anne said, "It was rather sweet really." Suzanne was born and Dennis played what part he could in her life. He had many years of studies in front of him but the reestablishment of the relationship with Renata had brought about a dramatic change in his achievements. Word was going around that he was destined to become an international concert pianist. This in fact didn't happen but he did gain a position at a conservatorium in another city. When Aunty Visited His parents were often concerned about him, wondering why he never seemed to associate with women. "I suppose he is so devoted to music," Anne conjectured, "He doesn't have the time or energy to take an interest in women. But its odd how close he and Renata have become...I mean, her moving to where he's living and actually sharing the same house." "You don't suppose that they're...you know...?" Jack said. "No...no dear, of course they aren't. As Renata said, she saw more business opportunities in that city, and it was a good idea if she and Dennis shared a place, and the costs. You know what she's like, always looking for a good deal." "Yes, but that second baby of hers...we never did learn who the father of the first one was and we certainly don't know who the father of the second is. I've often wondered if..." "Jack, at times you can be so obscene; Dennis and Renata would never dream of doing anything like that." "Well, she is a sexy looking woman and..." "You'd better stop, Jack, or I might start thinking that you're the father." "I couldn't be because she must have got pregnant with the first one while we were away that time...that time in Malaysia...when Dennis and Renata were... were here on their own..." Jack went silent, thinking. "Cup of tea, dear," asked Anne. Jack sent his thoughts scurrying into a dusty corner of his mind where they became lost; which was probably his intention. "Yes please, dear," he replied.