Aunt Becky By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com> (c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN I was very close to my aunt before she seduced me. I was even closer in the years that followed . . . Aunt Becky drove her Ford Taurus north on I-65. I was sitting next to her, hoping she could see the road. The day started with a cold rain that usually marks the start of winter in Alabama. The downpour was still going strong as we splashed our way down the Interstate. I was 14 at the time and excited about a weekend away from home, but my excitement was tempered by the sadness. There was no love at home. My parents were trying to mend a marriage that probably should have ended a long time ago. My folks needed time alone and do did I. We were living out near Oxmoor Road at the time so it didn't take long for us to arrive at Aunt Becky's little one bedroom apartment in downtown Birmingham. We were only downtown, but it seemed a million miles away. A million miles from the unhappiness I left behind. My aunt lived by herself. She never married. My parents never suspected a thing. --- "Here's your key, Linda. You know where the closet is and this drawer's all yours." I'd been to Aunt Becky's place before, but not to stay overnight. I was like a cat in a new territory and had to explore every nook and cranny. And yes, I'm a snoop, the same as a lot of other folks. I like to see what people have hidden away in their bathrooms and can't stop myself from looking. There was a dog-eared copy of Fanny Hill in the drawer next to the toilet. I could tell by the cover it was a sex book so I had to take a peek. I must say the story was very enlightening. "Now don't take all day in there, girl. It's getting near dinner time and I can use some help." "Okay, Aunt Becky. I'll be right there." Peeling potatoes is not the same as cooking, but it's what I knew how to do. I had just started on my first spud when Aunt Becky went straight to the bathroom. I should of known she put the book there so I'd find it, but it didn't occur to me until much later. Dinner was wonderful. About the only time I'd get to have lamb chops would be at Becky's. We also had mashed potatoes smothered in butter and gravy along with a little bit of okra and greens on the side. I ate a lot, but still had room for some of the best pecan pie I ever tasted. "Linda, I have to go over to Trudy Milhorn's. She hasn't been feeling well and I thought I might bring her some dinner. You clean up the kitchen and I'll be back by ten." I set the record for kitchen duty and raced into the bathroom to find the book. It was still in the drawer, but I noticed she'd moved it and marked a page. I opened the paperback to see what Aunt Becky was reading. I'd looked at some sex books before, but nothing as beautiful as this. "It's just me, Linda. Trudy wasn't feeling all that well so I came home early. I think I'm going to turn in now." The book was safely hidden away in the drawer and I met Becky in the bedroom. She was getting ready for bed and I decided I better join her. I couldn't sleep. The story flashed before my eyes. I was hot and wet thinking about the two women in the book. Two women making love. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn't dare with Aunt Becky lying only inches away. I wanted to fall asleep, but I needed to stay awake even more. I had to think about the women in the story and understand why it turned me on so much. A hand rested lightly on my hip for the longest time before it drifted down my leg where it found the bottom of my night shirt. There was fear and excitement in the air, but all that went away as her hand moved between my thighs and slowly traveled up toward my white cotton panties. I was hot when her finger finally arrived at the end of its journey and I knew she could tell I was wet with anticipation. When she lightly touched between my legs, her breathing got faster and the bed started moving with a rhythm I understood. I must of stayed awake for hours thinking about what happened. --- "Bye Sissy. Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler." My best friend Sissy gave me a ride home from school. All day in class I thought of nothing except what happened the night before. The book was still in the drawer and I was soon lost in the story about the two women making love. I sat on the toilet and held the book with my left hand while my right hand explored between my legs. My pussy was swollen from the excitement of everything new. When I touched my clit it started a fire that exploded into some secret place in my mind. I could feel the heat move through my loins until I was overcome with an orgasm that attacked my body like waves crashing on a distant beach. I'd never felt anything like it before and tears of joy filled my eyes as I came with a fury of passion. I pretended nothing had changed, but I wanted to be in bed with Aunt Becky as soon as she came home from work. It seemed like forever but finally it was time. Once again her hand explored underneath my night shirt. This time she pushed my panties aside and let her finger touch my bare wet pussy. I wanted more, but I was afraid to move. I lay perfectly still as she masturbated herself. When she finally took her hand from between my legs, I fell asleep and was overtaken by dreams of lust and sex. --- "Let's hold off on the video until I get the popcorn made, Linda." "Okay. I'll just put it in the VCR and wait till you're ready." It was Friday so I didn't have to go to bed early. We got one of those really gushy romance videos and were ready for a two hanky experience. We ate popcorn, watched the video and stayed up talking about it until almost midnight. It gave me a lot of time to think and I decided to be brave. When her hand reached the crack between my legs she discovered I wasn't wearing panties. She also found I was hot and wet. This time my legs spread at her touch and I didn't pretend to be asleep. She moved closer and soon covered my lips with her own. A tender kiss at first and then her tongue announced it was time for more. More fire and heat. More excitement. More. More. More. Her tongue held mine prisoner as her hand marched relentlessly up from my pussy to my breasts. The night shirt joined in and I was naked from my boobs down to my toes. She explored my body and lit a fire everywhere she moved her hands. I could feel my nipples harden as they reached out to be touched. They were not denied as she squeezed and fondled those little sentinels until I thought I couldn't stand it any longer. We were naked and holding each other as close as one. Her tongue was on my clit and I was able to touch her pussy. I put my finger inside her and could feel the wet heat waiting to surround me with liquid joy. It could of been a thousand years or maybe only a few seconds, but all I remember was an orange flash starting someplace in my mind that exploded with a frenzy that soon captured my whole body. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I don't remember much more about that night except that it was beautiful and mysterious and different from anything I ever experienced. --- "Thank you, Aunt Becky. That was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me." I woke up in Becky's arms and felt the afterglow of sex covering my body like a gown of newborn pleasure. I didn't know it then, but I was going to have my most memorable experience on that magical Saturday afternoon. It seemed so daring to sit around in the nude reading dirty books and getting really hot. I tried to imagine what Sissy might say if she knew what I was doing. I didn't think I could tell her even though she was my best friend. I wanted this secret all to myself. "You better put this towel underneath you, girl. You're getting the chair all wet." I should of been embarrassed, but somehow it just seemed natural. It seemed natural to ask if I could look at her pussy and when I did, I realized she was as wet as me. I couldn't stand it and kissed her clit and kept kissing and sucking on it. That was the first time I did that and she had such a fantastic orgasm it was etched in my mind forever. There was so much more to learn. So much more to experience. So much more. We had a little less than two weeks of lust before I finally returned home a different person. --- "Aunt Becky, don't you just love my new car? Come on, I'm taking you out for a hamburger and fries." We managed to spend many weekends together and when Daddy gave me a new car for my sixteenth birthday I thought we'd be together all the time. Our love making was wonderful and the heat from that fire never seemed to cool down. There always was more to learn and I enjoyed being the star pupil. By the time I was seventeen, life seemed to be taking up a lot of my time. I still saw Aunt Becky of course, but not as often as before. She didn't seem to mind and we always started every weekend together with me telling her about all the things I'd done. "Aunt Becky, I met someone. I met someone real important and I don't know what to do." "Tell me about it, girl. Tell your Aunt Becky what's on your mind." I guess she knew there'd be someone else and it didn't seem to bother her all that much. Just a part of growing up, she said. Just a part of life and nothing to be upset about. --- I often think of that time with Aunt Becky and smile. It was my sexual awakening and I will always love her for it. Even though we drifted apart, she'll live in a memory I'll treasure always. The End Let me know what you think of my story . . . By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com> Read more of my stories here . . . www.katie-mcn.com