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 Title: Auntie's Panties Pt.  01


Summary: My mother's youngest sister teaches me the ways of love.


Keywords: inc,fic



   My name is Donal Liam Padraig O'Sullivan.  If you read it with your best
Irish lilt, or perhaps using your leprechaun impression, it rolls off the
tongue easier, and accurately conveys my lineage.  I'm lucky that even my
parents didn't call me that tongue twisting moniker...  unless I'm in
trouble.  Otherwise, I was just plain Danny.  Yes, I'm Irish.

   And no, I'm not...  at least, not really.  I'm Canadian, and so are my
sisters, and my parents, but that didn't stop my parents from naming us all
in the Celtic tradition.  My grandparents are Old Country, as are my Great
Grandparents, a few of whom are still alive, and one Great Great
Grandmother.  I suppose, when you follow the good Catholic example of
spawning enough children to start a family sports team, there will be
survivors, and if a muti-generational family reunion were to happen... 
well, we'd need a lot of chairs.

   With five older sisters, twenty cousins spread across five maternal
aunts and one uncle, and 18 more from my father's side, we were nearly a
nation of our own.  I gave up trying to figure it out beyond my great
grandparents...  It was giving me a headache.  Let's just say the
O'Sullivan genes were well spread out across the world.

   It got a little more confusing around our house than mere numbers.  My
mother is the oldest of my grandparent's children, and she met Dad,
married, and had my eldest sister just after turning eighteen.  It must
have spurred my grandparents into action once more, and they had one more
child, a girl, about a year after.  By the time I came along, about five
years, two single and one pair of twin girls later, my Aunt Siobhan was at
our house so much, I really thought she was my sister.

   I don't remember much about my father, as he died shortly after my
second birthday.  Maybe the strain of trying to produce a male heir was too
much, after so many girls.  Whatever the reason, I grew up in a house full
of women, the only testosterone in a sea of estrogen.

   I absolutely loved it.  Being the youngest, and only boy, I was doted on
by my all my sisters, my aunt, and my Mom.  There was very little sibling
rivalry that I recall...  at least, not directed toward me.  As my sisters
grew up, there was some friction within the female members of our family,
but I was blissfully uninvolved.

   Often, I was like a fly on the wall, completely unnoticed.  Oh, the
things I saw.

   I don't know if you've spent much time around that many females at once,
but during the morning rush, it can be like backstage at a Las Vegas revue,
with women in various stages of undress flitting all around.  Towels were
dropped, and naked women were everywhere.

   Of course, most of the women weren't really women yet, just barely older
than I was, but Mom sometimes forgot I was around.  She wouldn't be
competing in any swimsuit competitions anymore, but as the first adult
woman I ever saw naked, her plump, rounded curves and big tits made a
lasting impression.  Soon, Fiona, my eldest sister, started to take on some
of the same attributes, and that's when doors started getting closed around
the house.  My time as an honorary sister reached its end.  It was nice
while it lasted, even if I didn't really know what I was seeing.

   I think that's about the time Vonnie and I grew closer.  Yes, I'm
talking about my aunt Siobhan, which is pronounced 'Shavon' for most
people, despite the distinct lack of a 'V' anywhere in the name.  I called
her Vonnie, and as I said earlier, she spent a lot of time at our house. 
Only two blocks away, and closer in age to my family than her own, she was
like my sixth sister, and had a different attitude than my real sisters.

   Her own brother...  my uncle Cillian, was seventeen years older than
her. Her closest sister was twelve years older, so she was every bit as
much an afterthought as I was, as low boys and girls on our respective
totem poles.  I suppose it's natural we should become good friends, and the
five year gap between us didn't seem quite so wide.

   Vonnie was going through the same changes my sisters were, but she
remained my friend throughout, without the uncomfortable weirdness I was
getting from Fiona, Maire, Muireanne, Shelagh, and Gael.  As Fiona
blossomed into a beautiful carbon copy of Mom, complete with the red hair
and blue eyes, Vonnie became a similar version of her own mother, my
grandmother.  Her hair was a little darker, but the resemblance to both her
mother and sister was obvious.

   I believe that this is about when I discovered the laundry hamper. 
Six...  or occasionally seven...  women go through a lot of panties, and I
noticed the aroma that all those soiled undies were producing.  I was
entering puberty myself, and for some reason unknown to me at the time, the
smell of pussy made my cock get very stiff.  I discovered that rubbing my
stiff cock felt really, realllllllly goooooood, so I would do it every day.
It was fun.

   Mom didn't think it was so much fun, though, when she caught me one day,
a pair of Fiona's panties in one hand, under my nose, and my rock hard dick
in the other.  Appalled, she banished me to my room, and changed the
laundry procedures in the house to cut off my supply of aromatic underwear.
Without the extra stimulation, masturbation lost some of its appeal, but
the genie was out of the bottle, and I couldn't unlearn jerking off.

   I could learn to lock the damn bathroom door properly, however.

   ***

   I'm not really sure how Vonnie found out about my private bathroom
activities.  It might have been overheard gossip, or maybe she just figured
I was the right age, and made the logical assumption.  I mean, we may all
have been named like we were still in the 19th century, but we were a
thoroughly modern family, and knew what was what.

   She had this way of teasing me about it...  if it had been my sisters
doing it, I would have been mortified, but she made it a fun tease.  She
called it 'playing with my boy stuff', kind of a gentle reminder that we
were different, even if she was my best female friend.  It always ended
with a hug, just to let me know it was not meant maliciously.

   The playful banter took on a new dimension one day, when she was
inducing a blush by razzing me, as usual.  We were alone...  she was very
careful not to give fuel to my sisters.  It was our little game, and she
didn't want it to become too emotionally painful.  It was supposed to be
fun, but the bomb she dropped on me made it much more than merely play.

   She was doing her best, turning me bright red with questions about when
I last 'played with my stuff', and she looked around, making sure we were
alone.

   "You know, girls do it too," she smiled.  I was confused, and it must
have shown, so she clarified.  "You play with your stuff, and we play with
ours.  I play with mine all the time."

   What?

   We were thoroughly modern, but Mom had a modern solution to keep her
children from growing up too quickly.  She took parental security codes to
a level I didn't know existed, so I wasn't as knowledgeable about the
mechanics of sex as some of my friends.  The thought that girls did... 
that...  to themselves was new.

   New, and exciting.  That image was front and centre in my mind during my
next opportunity to play with my stuff.

   Despite Mom's best efforts, my sexual education had begun.  I was
twelve, and at a time when most boys were learning from each other or the
Internet, I had a much more interesting source.  A much softer, and more
attractive source.

   My friend, who was more like a sister to me, but wasn't, because she
wasn't.

   No.  She was my mother's sister.

   My aunt Siobhan.

   ***

   Things remained status quo for a while.  Vonnie was nearly eighteen, was
dating other boys, and was still my best friend.

   She was also still my teacher, and would drop the odd tidbit here and
there.  Nothing too overt, and nothing I couldn't get from the Internet, if
I could find a way around Mom's password codes...  but delivered as it was
from a female perspective, I found it fascinating.

   Her friendship had also given me more confidence around girls.  Yes, she
still teased me, and always held the upper hand, but coming from her I
didn't mind as much.  My sisters held their power as a way of putting me in
my place, but Vonnie was playing when she did it.  It was our private game,
and she obviously enjoyed it as much as I did.

   Anyway, that confidence came bubbling to the surface one day when she
was at our house, just after her birthday.  She was officially a woman now,
but that didn't change anything between us.  She popped in on me in my
room, but before she could begin her normal routine, I beat her to it.

   "So, how about you tell me when you last played with your stuff?" I
asked, with a smile and a gallon of bravado.

   "Oh ho!  Look who just grew a pair!" Vonnie laughed, her blue eyes
sparkling.  "Okay, Mr.  O'Sullivan...  It was yesterday, and it was lots of
fun!" she giggled, then gestured to me.  It was my turn.

   "This morning, and I had fun, too," I laughed back.  The confidence was
like a narcotic, and made me continue without thinking.  "It would be
better with something to sniff, um...  oh, never mind."

   I could feel my face glowing, and turned away.

   "Danny?" she said softly, touching my shoulder.  I turned back to face
her.  "It's alright.  Nothing new under the sun.  We girls do smell good,
don't we?" She wrapped me in a big hug, letting me know my apparent
perversion wasn't going to chase her away.  She held me longer than usual,
my head against her chest.  It was so soft.  A certain part of me was
headed toward the other end of the scale, so I turned my hips, hoping she
wouldn't notice.  She released me, and left with a different look on her
face, like she was thinking.

   At the nearest opportunity, I made a bee-line for the bathroom.

   ***

   For my thirteenth birthday, Mom got me my first cell phone.  In it, she
had already programmed her own cell number, and those of all my sisters,
who had received their phones on their thirteenth birthday.

   There was one number missing, and I asked Fiona if I could borrow her
phone to get it.  She just smiled, and handed it to me, letting me look up
Vonnie's number myself.  I gave it back, and typed the information into my
device.

   I was so proud.  Getting my phone was a rite of passage in our house. 
It signified trust, and growing up.  I wanted to call someone special for
my first call, and there was only one person who qualified.  I pressed the
button.

   "Hello?" I heard from the other end.

   "Hi.  It's me," I giggled, then clued in.  Maybe she didn't recognize my
voice, so I clarified.  "It's Danny.  I got my new phone!"

   "So I see," she laughed.  "That's great, honey.  I'd love to talk, but
I'm a little busy right now.  Can I call you back?"

   "Um, sure," I replied, "I guess I don't really have much to say anyway.
Just wanted to try my phone, and wanted you to be my first call."

   "That's so sweet, honey.  I promise, I'll call you back later, okay?"
she said softly.

   "Okay," I nodded.  "Goodbye."

   Just before the line went dead, I thought I heard a voice ask "who was
tha..." It wasn't a girl's voice.

   About ten minutes later, my phone made a noise.  I picked it up.  My
first text message.  From Vonnie.

   Sorry about that, sweetie.  I'm on a date.  I'll call you when I get
home, and I'm definitely coming to your party this weekend. 
Congratulations, little man!

   I read it twice.  On a date?  Well, that explains it.  I wasn't sure
what 'on a date' meant yet, but it sounded important.  Maybe she'd explain
it when we talked.

   Okay.  Thanks.  I typed, and hit send.

   I waited for her to call back, but I fell asleep before she did.

   ***

   The phone was laying on my pillow, right next to my face, so when it
buzzed, it woke me easily.

   "Hello?" I answered, even though I knew who it was.  Who else could it
be?

   "Hi Danny!," Vonnie chirped.  "I'm really sorry I couldn't talk before.
I was with my boyfriend.  It took a while to explain to him who you were.
He's the jealous type.  He thought I had another boyfriend on the side, so
now he doesn't have a girlfriend."

   It took me a few seconds to decipher that one.  She had dumped him
because of my call.

   "I'm sorry, Vonnie.  I didn't mean to cause trouble.  I just..."

   "Danny...  honey," she interrupted.  "I didn't tell you that to make you
feel guilty.  It's not your fault, so don't worry about it.  I'm actually
glad I found out now that he's a jerk, before I got emotionally involved.
Thank you."

   I had no idea what to say next, so I said nothing, hoping she would save
me.

   "I guess that makes you my only boyfriend," she laughed.  "Do you like
older women?"

   "All the women I know are older women," I smiled, in a moment of sudden
adolescent maturity.

   "Wow!  You really have grown up lately, haven't you?" she howled.  "That
was funny!"

   I laughed along with her, feeling close despite the distance between us.
A whole two blocks.

   "I should go, honey, but I'll see you Saturday at your party," she said
softly.

   I really liked the idea of being her boyfriend, even if I didn't know
what it meant yet.

   ***

   Things started changing around our house during the next year or so. 
Fiona got married and moved out before I turned fourteen.  The twins were
both gone by the time I turned seventeen, and my youngest older sister,
Gael married shortly after that, leaving only Shelagh and myself at home
with Mom.

   More changed at home than just the roster of residents.  For example, I
grew up.  Literally.

   My father hadn't been overly tall, or at least, not that I recall.  When
you're a kid, everything is relative.  When everyone is that much taller
than you are, you only notice their height compared to each other.  This
fact was made worse by the fact that I was a small child.  All my sisters
seemed to be blessed with the long legs of a gazelle from birth, but I was
the little brother, in every sense of the word.

   All that started to change just after I turned thirteen, as my growth
spurt finally arrived.  For the next three years, I was a clothing
manufacturers dream, growing out of pants every three or four months.  I
went from just under five feet, and about 100 pounds, to just over six
feet, and nearly 180.

   Through it all, Vonnie and I remained close.  She had her life, of
course, and several boyfriends, but I remained her one, constant, special
friend.  Our conversations, almost every night, were those of best friends,
not nephew and aunt.

   Vonnie became my tutor again, coaching me through my earliest
relationships with girls.  Little more than crushes, really, but she helped
me understand the female point of view, especially when the point of view
excluded me.  She was like a mother, my own age, or at least a lot closer
to it, and she was much easier to talk to.

   I even returned the favour when her most serious relationship imploded,
holding her while she cried, then telling her how beautiful she was, and
what an idiot he was.  I'll never forget her kiss of thanks...on the cheek,
but still so tender and memorable.

   I found myself getting emotionally attached to her.  It was difficult to
remember she was my aunt.

   ***

   My eighteenth birthday was special.  I suppose that's pretty obvious,
with the whole 'legal age' thing, but mine was more so.

   As often happens, my actual birthday fell midweek, but there was no way
our family was doing a midweek party.  Too many aunts, uncles, cousins,
sisters and grandparents to pull that off, so the party would be a belated
affair.  That didn't stop my friends from taking me out for a small
gathering, however, and my sister Shelagh had a wrapped parcel for me when
I got home.

   "Siobhan dropped this off for you," Shelagh said quietly.  "Happy
birthday."

   I looked at the package...  a box, wrapped in bright paper, with a
ribbon around it.  A card was attached, and I opened it first.

   "Call me before you open this," it said, along with the usual best
wishes.  "No matter what time it is."

   Okay, you got it.  I thumbed my phone into life, and scrolled down the
list to Vonnie, then pressed the button.  A few seconds later, I heard her
familiar voice.

   "Hi Danny, honey," she purred.  "I was wondering if I would hear from
you tonight.  Shelagh said you were out with your friends.  Did you have
fun?"

   "Yeah, I suppose," I replied.  "Just a few of my classmates taking me
out for a burger and some fun.  Nothing much happened."

   "Any girls there?" she asked.  "Any hotties after your body now that
you're legal?"

   "I wish!" I laughed.  "Just one girl tonight, the girlfriend of one of
my buddies, and she's not that hot," I explained.  "What's with the gift?
Does this mean you're not coming this weekend?"

   "Oh no," she giggled, "I'll be there.  You've got a birthday kiss, and a
big hug coming."

   Mmmmm, a Vonnie hug...  almost as soft as a Mom hug, and a whole lot
more fun.  She had developed the same big, voluptuous chest as her
sisters...  I mean, Mom and my other aunts.  Actually all my sisters were
pretty similar, as well.  This house would be filled with big, soft breasts
this weekend, and I'd probably get hugs from all of them.  Little wonder I
was a breast man.

   "I just thought this gift would be better without the crowd," she
continued.  "Actually," she laughed, "I don't think either of us wants to
open this in front of anyone else."

   "Huh?" I asked, not following her point.

   "Just open it.  You'll see," she directed.

   Okay.  I plucked at the ribbon, which gave way, and allowed me to tear
the paper open.  A box, yes, that much I guessed.  I popped the tape at
each side, and lifted the lid.

   It was a book, one that I had been looking for.  I had an interest in
vintage warbirds, and this book catalogued the various models of the iconic
British fighter, the Spitfire.

   "Vonnie!  This is perfect!  Thank you so much!" I gasped, then wondered,
"Why wouldn't I open this in front of anyone?  It's a great gift."

   "Well...  It's not alone in there," she said softly.  "Look under the
tissue.  I got you something you've wanted for years," she added
cryptically.

   Women!  Why can't they just answer a question?  I thought, rummaging
deeper.  Why does everything have to...  be a...  Oh my god!

   There, between the layers of tissue paper, was a clear zip lock bag.  I
picked it up with trembling hands.  Inside...  oh god...  inside was a... a
pair of panties!  I gasped.

   She's either psychic or she heard me, and knew I'd found the special
gift.

   "I remember someone saying they wanted something to sniff while playing
with their stuff," she giggled.  "You still play with your stuff, don't
you?"

   "Um, yeah," I gulped, holding the bag up.  They weren't just panties ;
they were sexy panties, black, lacey, and quite brief.  "Are these yours,
Vonnie?" I asked, picturing her in the tiny garment.

   "No, I stole them from a strangers house for you!" she laughed.  "YES!
Of course they're mine!  I wore them for two days, just to make sure they'd
last a while...  you know, so you could play more than once.  Speaking of
which...  did you play today?"

   "Uh...  no actually," I stumbled.  "Did you?"

   "Mmmmm, yes," she growled.  "Twice.  So I guess you'll be wanting to go
now, huh?  Have fun, honey."

   The phone went dead.

   My cock, on the other hand, was definitely alive.  It had begun to
awaken when I saw the panties in the bag, and gradually hardened throughout
the conversation.  Now it was harder than I could ever remember it being,
and very, very uncomfortable in my pants.  She was right ; I was heading to
the bathroom, right now.

   One advantage to being nearly the last one left in the house was that
bathroom time...  for any reason...  no longer needed to be scheduled on a
seniority basis.  There were two full baths and a powder room to choose
from.  Since it was late, and both Mom and Shelagh were asleep, I chose the
powder room downstairs, as far away from them as possible.  Sure, I'd be as
quiet as I could, but why take extra chances?

   With Vonnie's gift under my arm, I crept out of my room, to the stairs
and down, avoiding the squeaky stair third from the top.  At last, I
reached my sanctuary, closed the door, and locked it.

   Getting downstairs with a full blown erection had been painful, so I
freed my throbbing dick, letting it stand straight out.

   "Oh shit, that's better," I sighed.  The bag of heaven was laying on the
counter, and I picked it up, holding it under my nose.  The seal was doing
a great job of containing the scent within, as I didn't smell anything. 
Grasping the edges, I pulled it open, slowly.

   The delicious aroma of fresh pussy wafted out, finding a welcome home in
my nostrils.  They say scent is the most powerful of memory triggers, and
right now, I'd believe it.  Images of years past, when I raided the laundry
in the bathroom to find my sister's panties, then jerked off while inhaling
her smells, flooded back into my mind.

   I gripped my shaft firmly, and started to pleasure myself.  Still
holding the bag under my nose, my hand moved with a mind of its own,
sliding back and forth along my hard, tumescent cock.

   "Oh my god, Vonnie," I whispered.  "Your pussy smells incredible.  I
can't believe you did this for me." Another deep sniff set my brain on
fire, and I could feel the tingle in my balls growing.  I was going to cum,
soon.  Her scent had me beyond excited.

   I gritted my teeth, stifled a bellowing grunt of release, and exploded.
Semen rocketed out, splashing across the mirror in an impressionistic
stripe of white.  I did my Jackson Pollack impression, splattering the
powder room wildly, absolutely unable to either stop or control the
discharge.  I had never, ever cum this hard before.  At last, the final
spurts subsided, and I dropped to one knee, gasping for breath.

   "Holy shit," I breathed, watching the room spin around my head.  "That
was unbelievable." I looked around.  There was cum everywhere.  I was going
to need to clean the whole room.

   It was worth it.  Even though it took me twenty minutes to clean up the
mess...  ten times longer than it took to make it...  it was worth it.

   Silently, I walked unsteadily back upstairs, Vonnie's resealed bag held
tight in my hand.  I almost forgot to avoid the squeaky step, but
remembered at the last second.  Finally, I made it back into my room, and
flopped on the bed.

   I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, then found a safe hiding
place for my new most treasured possession.  I'd tell you where, but it's a
secret.  At last, I climbed into bed, and turned off the light.  Just one
last thing to do, so I picked up my phone.

   That was incredible, I typed.  Thank you so much, Vonnie.

   Her response was nearly immediate.

   You're welcome.  Glad it was good for you too.

   Too?  You played as well?  I asked.

   Oh yeah.  Can't let you have all the fun.  It's exciting, she replied.

   What is?

   Knowing you're sniffing MY underwear, and getting yourself off.  Very
nasty.  I like it.  Going to sleep now.  Goodnight Danny.  Sweet dreams. 
she finished.

   Oh shit...  she had to tell me that, just before I go to sleep?  I
thought, feeling my cock twitch slightly.  Sweet dreams, indeed.

   ***

   In the morning, I woke with a huge case of morning wood.  Throughout the
night, visions of Vonnie and I, inflagrante delicto, had filled my head. 
No, it wasn't the first time...  but it was the first time I knew she was
thinking about me, as well.  That made it possible, not just fantasy.

   Problem.  She's my mother's little sister...  My aunt, although I had
never called her Auntie.  Hell, she and I were so close, she was more like
MY sister.  I'm not sure which one was worse, but either way, this was a
relationship that could never happen, no matter how much my dick wanted it
to.  I'm not sure I believed in hell, but I wasn't really looking to risk
it.  Even if there was no eternal damnation, there was still the bulk of my
family to deal with.  Dozens of them.  I have a feeling we'd find support
hard to find among them.

   Then again, she's so hot, and sexy...  I thought.  The rationalization
process began in earnest.

   I might have been getting ahead of myself.  Just because she said she
found the thought of me using her soiled panties exciting, didn't suddenly
mean she was pining for me.  Maybe I was just part of her playtime, as she
was part of mine.

   Hmmm...  but she did give me her panties, and she's not just part of my
playtime ; she's the star, and the only woman I can picture when I feel
that urge to release the tension.

   I finally decided not to drive myself crazy, trying to figure it out. 
At least, not before the weekend.

   ***

   Saturday afternoon, my relatives began to filter in around 2.  The early
arrivals were mostly there to help my mother with the preparation of food
for the party.  It simply wasn't possible for one person to whip up a meal
for thirty of forty people in a single afternoon.

   So, the potluck contributions started to pile up in the kitchen, along
with their own delicious aromas.  Recent events had made me realize how
sensitive to smells I had become.  Certain smells more than others.

   The crowd was growing, making space in our house hard to come by.  It
was a big enough house to grow up in, with Mom and five sisters.  That
roster had shrunk to just three in the last year, but today's festivities
had it bulging at the seams.  I was the guest of honour, but it was getting
a little tight.

   My family really did have some beautiful women in it.  Along with all
the red hair and blue eyes, were lots of breasts, most of them nice and
round and soft.  A man can only take so many sets of boobs rubbing against
him before a certain part of his anatomy begins to notice.  I needed to get
some space, to let things calm down, so I retreated to my room.

   I was laying back, relaxing and watching some TV.  My erection had
subsided, but I hadn't received my hug from one certain guest yet.  She was
a late arrival, despite living only two blocks away, but I knew she was
coming.  There was a quiet knock on the door, and it opened.

   Ah, there she is...

   "May I come in?" she asked, smiling around the edge of my door.  "I'm
not interrupting, um, anything important?"

   "No, Vonnie," I laughed, "You're not interrupting.  Come in."

   "Your mother asked me to find you.  Dinner is ready, and everyone is
here, so we need the guest of honour," she said softly.

   "Right," I answered, turning of the TV with the remote, and rolling off
the bed.  I stood, and she looked up at me.

   "I remember when you were smaller than me," she giggled.  "Now you're a
big, strong man.  You'll always be little Danny, my favourite nephew, to
me, though.  You want your hug, now?" She opened her arms as she asked it,
and my eyes fell on her chest.

   "Hell yeah!" I smiled, stepping into her embrace.

   Getting my hug in private was a very good idea, for reasons I'm sure you
can guess.  The feeling of her big boobs against me, and my feelings for
her, made my dick spring into action.

   Vonnie was wrapped tight in my arms, resting her head on my chest.  Her
arms were around my waist, with mine around her shoulders.

   "Um, Danny...  Is that what I think it is?" she asked, but made no move
to leave.

   "Well, uh, yeah," I giggled.  "Sorry."

   "No," she giggled back.  "I guess you're not so little anymore, are you?
I take it you're enjoying your gift," she added, leaning back to look up at
me.

   "Yes, thank you," I smiled, and she snuggled back against me.

   "Let me know when they need to be recharged," she whispered.  "I'll take
care of it.  At least, until you get a girlfriend.  Then it's her job to
take care of you, and this thing," she snickered, rubbing against my bulge
gently.

   I could have stood there all day, but Vonnie was still in control, and
had a mission besides causing a huge erection.

   "Okay...  I'm, um...  I'm going to leave now," she blushed, pulling back
and casting a glance at the tent she had caused.  "You calm down, and come
downstairs when you're ready.  Happy birthday, honey."

   As she opened the door and stepped out, I caught her sneaking a final
peek at my crotch.  "Wow," she breathed, and was gone.

   ***

   It only took me a few minutes to settle down and join the gathering.

   I came downstairs to find my grandparents using the concentration of
relatives to announce that they were going to be taking an extended
vacation.  They would be away for a month between the flight, shore stay,
and two week cruise.  My grandmother took me aside, to ask me if I would
please help Siobhan take care of the house.  I already had a weekly date
with the lawnmower in their garage, so it was no extra work.  Just the
same, she slipped an envelope into my hand, paying me in advance for the
yard work and extra chores.

   There were lots of gifts...  mostly more cash...  and the food was
great, as it always was.

   Everyone was older than I was, with the exception of the next generation
of O'Sullivan children.  I suppose they technically weren't O'Sullivans, as
they were Fiona's children from her marriage, and her name was now Gerrard.
I was reminded that I was an uncle.

   And an adult, or at least according to all the back slapping, hugs and
kisses I was receiving.  An adult is expected to be in control of his urges
and actions, but Vonnie was not making it easy.

   It did seem like she was everywhere I looked, and she was making some
serious eye contact, a cryptic smirk tickling the corners of her mouth.  I
had to assume it was an intentional tease.

   It was working.

   ***

   A few weeks passed.  I made use of my sexy aunt's underwear often.

   Well, despite being an adult male, available, and reasonably handsome,
the ladies were not beating a path to my door.  I had a few first dates,
but there were no sparks.

   In truth, I was being too hard on the girls I dated.  I was
subconsciously comparing them to my personal example of perfection, and it
wasn't a fair comparison.  They were lovely women, but they all had one
fatal flaw ; they weren't Vonnie.

   Speaking of Vonnie, she visiting my house the afternoon after my
grandparents left for their vacation.  She said she didn't feel like eating
alone, and Mom had invited her little sister over for dinner.

   Normally, I would have been thrilled to have the object of my desires
visiting.  Recently, however, I was finding it more and more difficult to
disguise the fact that I was having feelings for her ; feelings I wasn't
suppose to be having for a female relative.  It was bad enough when she
popped in on me alone, but Mom and Shelagh were there too, so I really had
to play it cool.

   I may have played it a little too cool.  After dinner, I retreated to my
room, and hid.  Ten minutes later, there was a gentle knock on my door, and
I opened it to find Vonnie.

   "May I?" she asked softly, and I stepped aside, allowing her in.

   "Danny, are you mad at me?  Did I do something wrong?" she immediately
whispered, as I closed the door.

   Like I said...  trying to hide my feelings had given the impression that
I was angry with her.  I wasn't good at emotional camouflage.

   "No, not at all," I replied, still reining in my urges.  "Just
distracted.  Sorry about that."

   It was partly true, because she was a huge distraction.  I found her to
be one any time I saw her, but today, it was multiplied tenfold.  I don't
know if she had a date later, or what the reason, but her attire was making
me crazy.  Picture your perfect woman...  Now dress her in a form fitting,
cleavage displaying top, and a skirt that ends just above the knee.

   Now...  Make her your sister, or your aunt, and you know what I was
feeling.  You really, really, realllllllly want to, but you really, really
shouldn't.

   "Oh, that's good," she smiled.  "I can't have my favourite boyfriend
being mad at me.  You're sure?  Here...  give me a hug.  I'll be able to
tell." She held her arms open.

   Of that I'm sure, I thought as I stood.  She wrapped herself around me,
and I gave up trying to fight it.  I held tight, crushing her against me.

   "Mmmmm, this is nice," she sighed.  "I admit...  You don't feel mad to
me."

   No, but if we hold this position for much longer, you'll feel something.


   "There is something you could do for me," I began.  She stepped back,
and looked up at me, glancing down for a split second at the bulge that was
forming.

   "Anything," she giggled.

   I reached under my mattress, then extracted and handed Vonnie the bag
that contained her panties.

   "Okay, you're looking for a refill?" she giggled, cracking open the
seal. She inhaled.  "Ooooo, yes...  that's me, but it is a little weak,
isn't it?"

   "Yes Ma'am.  You said you would recharge them for me, so..." I
suggested.

   "Are you emotionally attached to the black ones, or open to options?"
she grinned.

   "I'm always open to options," I smiled back.

   "Fine.  Turn around," she directed.  I did, but it only made me look
into the mirror.  If the goal was to keep me from watching her drop her
panties on my bedroom floor, this wasn't going to work.  She saw me smiling
at her in the reflection.  "Hmmm...  Not quite as planned.  Okay.  You...
Here.  Face the corner, and no peeking.  Promise?"

   Yes Ma'am.  No peeking," I nodded stepping into the position as
requested.

   I heard the rustle of fabric, then the sound of the zip lock opening. 
Finally, the clicks of it closing.

   "Alright, here you go," she giggled, "fresh off the, um, uh...  well
let's just say fresh, and leave it at that."

   I turned, to find her holding the bag in two fingers.  Instead of the
lacey black panties of before, the bag now held a red thong.

   "Thank you," I choked.  "Thank you so much."

   "You're welcome, honey," she purred, and kissed my cheek.  "Have fun. 
Talk to you later?"

   "Mmmmm hmmm," I nodded, holding the bag tight.

   "Don't forget.  Tomorrow is lawn day.  See you there," she said,
grinning widely.

   She gave me one more glance, and stepped out, closing the door behind
her.

   I opened the bag.  Oh my...  'fresh' was an understatement.  They were
still warm.  They were still...  wet.  My dick twitched in my pants,
already hard as a rock.

   Have you ever bought a loaf of bread, fresh and warm from the oven? 
Isn't it just the most irresistible thing in the world?  I know I always
end up ripping a chunk out of it in the checkout line, and tasting the warm
deliciousness while it's available.

   I faced the same situation here.  Vonnie's panties were even more
attractive than fresh bread, and I did what you probably would have done,
given the same chance ; I tasted them.

   I wasn't prepared for it.  I had been on many dates, and even managed to
visit second base on many occasions.  I got thrown out between second and
third once.  I had cracked Mom's Internet security, and had visited
hundreds of porn sites, and knew that the guys eating those porn star
pussies seemed to be having a lot of fun.  I was, of course, quite familiar
with the delectable aroma of pussy, my aunt's in particular.  But...  I
hadn't yet tasted it, so when I did, it almost made me cum right there.

   Wow.  Her pussy was just...  Wow.  I needed the bathroom, right away.

   At least I had found a certain amount of control in there.  After that
first night, when I wound up redecorating the whole room, I had learned to
prepare for the potential mess.  Good thing, because this time, I barely
got a dozen strokes in before cum rocketed out, splashing into the toilet.
My aim was true.  No cleanup would be required.

   ***

   As Vonnie had reminded me yesterday, I had to cut my grandparent's lawn.
They had lived there for...  Ever.  When their house had been built, the
neighbourhood wasn't a neighbourhood yet, and because of that, they had a
huge yard, by city standards.  It was even bigger at one point, but they
had sold a few slices, one to either side, when the market was good.

   There were a few trees to provide shade, but mostly it was a sunbaked
hour of hot work.  It would have been wise to do it early, before the heat
came up and made it unbearable.

   No one ever said I was wise, so I put it off, until I had no choice.  It
was definitely the time of day for mad dogs and Englishmen.

   I walked the two blocks over to my grandparent's house, and retrieved
the mower from their garage.  I fuelled it up, and got it started on the
third pull, starting the back and forth pattern across the front yard.

   It was quite warm, and I had a pretty good sweat going by the time I
finished the front, including the small tongue of grass that wrapped around
the far end of the house, and the strip that separated the driveway from
the property line.  I grabbed the string trimmer, and edged the drive,
pathway and fences, just to get a break from the position bent over the
mower handlebar.

   With the front half finished, I opened the gate to the backyard, and
shuttled the equipment through, rounding the corner of the house into the
expanse of grass.  I wasn't prepared.

   First, I was surprised.  I didn't even know Siobhan was home, as she
usually made her presence known.  Second, I wasn't ready for her in a
bikini.  I'd seen her in a bathing suit before, but only in a one piece,
which was devastating enough.  Her body in a bikini was just...  Oh my god!


   She was laid back, tanning on a lounger up on the second level deck. 
When she heard me slam the gate, she waved, and stood up at the railing,
smiling down at me.

   "Hi Danny!" she laughed.  "You look hot!"

   I assume she meant it as in 'hot and sweaty'.  Looking up at her from
below, I could apply the same description, but with the other meaning.  She
was hot.

   Her legs, her flat, trim tummy, and her ample chest combined were
definitely gawk worthy.  I tried not to be too obvious, but I couldn't see
her eyes, hidden as they were behind her sunglasses.  It was difficult to
read her reaction.

   "Hold on," she smiled.  "I'll come down, and get you a drink."

   I didn't get a chance to reply before she disappeared.  A minute later,
the lower glass door slid open, and she motioned me inside.

   "Sit down and rest.  You don't need to cut it all in one shot.  It's hot
out there," she giggled, tipping her glasses up into her hair.

   I took a chair at the table.  She padded around the kitchen, first
getting a glass, then over to the fridge, where ice was dispensed.  I
watched her ass and legs as she walked, and was especially attentive when
she stood in front of the open refrigerator door.  The cool air wafted over
her body, raising goosebumps, two in particular.  With my drink poured, she
closed the door, and brought it over to me.  As she leaned across the table
to slide it over, my eyes went to her incredible cleavage.  They may have
lingered a few seconds too long.

   Vonnie read my eyes, and glanced down at the view she was offering me.
She stood up, with a curious smirk on her face, but didn't say a word.  The
smirk persisted, as she scanned me with her own eyes.  I was expecting... I
don't know what...  but certainly not what happened next.

   "So, Danny," she whispered, "the panties I left with you last night? 
Did they do the job?"

   She moved around the side of the table, perching on the edge.  Her legs
swung back and forth playfully.

   I didn't answer, but my blush probably said more than enough.  I could
hardly deny it, as she knew well what I was doing with her 'gift'.

   "And I saw you just now, looking at my breasts," she smiled, easing a
few inches closer.  "Do you like them, Danny?"

   I didn't look up from my bowed position.  I couldn't.  I know she had
participated, flirting back, and discussing masturbation with me.  She had
taught me about women, and given me her underwear to play with.  The line
between aunt and nephew was at best pretty fuzzy, if not obliterated.  If I
looked up, and saw her eyes, I was afraid I would vault over what was left
of it.

   I didn't know she was erasing it from her side, too.

   I saw her thighs, so smooth and tanned, come into my lowered field of
view.  At their junction...  Heaven.  My mouth was full of cotton.  I
wanted so much to just reach out, peel the bottom half of her blue bikini
aside, and bury my face in her cunt.

   She leaned closer, and touched my chin gently with her hand.  I
resisted, and her touch became more insistent, tipping my face up toward
hers.

   Her blue eyes should have been angry, but they weren't.  A thin smile on
her face, she kissed my cheek again, as she always did.  This kiss
lingered, with her breath tickling my face and neck, then she repeated it,
a little closer and a little longer.  She backed away, looking once more
into my eyes.

   I could see her making a decision.  The smile grew wider, and she
pressed forward.

   Vonnie kissed me.  No longer a young aunt kissing her nephew on the
cheek, this kiss was full on the mouth, and put all ambiguity to rest.  I
was surprised, but kissed back, effectively breaking down any barriers that
remained.  Her tongue pushed past mine, as she grasped my head with both
hands.  We were going down the road from which there was no return.  A
final pause, as we looked at each other one last time.

   "Is this really what you want?" I asked, hoping she would say yes.

   "Oh, um, jeez," she responded, biting her knuckle.

   Perhaps there was disappointment on my face, or maybe it was totally her
decision.  Either way, she dropped her hand, and looked me straight in the
eyes.

   "Danny, honey...  I know it's wrong, but yes," she smiled.  "This is
what I want.  You are who I want.  Are you okay with that?"

   A final chance to stop us was dropped in my lap, but my rational self
was not responding, beaten senseless by the part of me that had wanted
Vonnie for years.  I nodded.

   "Alright, then, let's do it right," she whispered, reaching out for my
hand.  I took it, and she led the way.  "Upstairs?"

   I fell into her wake as she walked up the long staircase.  I know we
were going up there to behave in a very un-nephew-aunt way, but I still
felt a little weird openly ogling her ass with each sexy, wiggling step she
took.  Barely covered by a swatch of blue, her rump jiggled slightly,
attracting my gaze even when I looked away.  Her long dark auburn hair
swung from side to side hypnotically.  Before I knew it, we were in her
room.  She turned to face me, and glanced down at my bulging crotch.

   "Ready to go, I see," she smiled stepping in to kiss me again.  "Let me
take care of that for you." She directed me to stand by the corner of her
bed, and kissed me as a distraction, so I didn't notice she was undoing my
pants, and sliding them off over my hips.  She sat me down, and skinned
them off my legs, leaving me only in my t-shirt and underwear.  Next off
was my shirt, peeled off like a damp skin.  She traced a fingertip across
my chest.

   "Definitely not little Danny anymore," she smiled.  "You're a big,
strong man now.  My favourite kind."

   She knelt, and tugged the waistband of my underwear down, letting my
erection jump out.

   "Ooooo...  emphasis on the 'big' part!"

   She touched my dick, rubbing the head against her cheek.  It left a
streak of clear ooze in its path.  She inhaled, and moaned.

   "So, Danny...  You have a thing for the smell of pussy, right?" she
giggled.  I just nodded.  "Well, I have a thing for the smell of a man.  It
gets me very, very wet."

   I looked down at her gently stroking my cock.  Her blue eyes were
aflame.

   "Have you ever had one of your girlfriends do this for you?" she asked.
I just shook my head.  "Oh, well I'm certain you're going to love it. 
Don't hold back, honey.  Just let it happen.  Let Vonnie look after you,
okay?" A final smile, and her tongue reached out to taste my flesh.

   I moaned.  She moaned, and opened wide, dropping her mouth over the
head. Her lips slid downward, claiming my shaft fractions of an inch at a
time.  She was right about me loving it ; I never imagined anything so
incredible.  Her mouth moved up and down, along with her hand.

   Boom!  The room exploded.  I barely even felt it coming...  uh,
cumming...  as I spewed uncontrollably down her throat.  Vonnie gulped, and
swallowed, but I was cumming like a proverbial racehorse, so my load
overwhelmed her, leaking out the corners of her mouth.

   I flopped back on the bed.  The ceiling was spinning around, and I was
breathing funny.  I felt her slurping away at my twitching cock, then she
was gone.  Her smiling face appeared above me, wiping a streak of my cum
off her chin.

   "See?  Told you you'd like it!" she laughed, snuggling next to me.  We
laid quietly for a few minutes, until I recovered slightly.  "Ready to do
me?" she asked.

   If by 'do you', you mean lick your delicious, aromatic pussy?...then,
Hell yeah!

   Vonnie rolled over and plucked at the strings that held her bikini
bottom in place.  It fell away, and she knelt above my head, letting me
feast my eyes on her beautiful cunt.  Her scent filled my nostrils.  She
was indeed very wet, with a small trickle of her honey running down her
thigh.  When she spread her thick, dangling lips with two fingers, more
ambrosia leaked out of her pink interior folds.  She was bald and smooth,
save a small tuft of auburn curls at the top of her feminine slit.

   Finished tempting me with a display out of reach, she rolled onto her
back, still wearing her top.  She spread her legs wide.

   I chambered between her legs, face to face with the object of my
fantasies.  She smelled...  well, there are no words for what her intense
scent was doing to my brain.

   "Oh honey," she breathed.  "Please don't keep me waiting.  I need this.
You have no idea how I've wanted to feel your tongue on me."

   Well, if you insist...

   I swept my tongue upward.  If I thought her panties tasted good, then
this was unbelievable.  Salty, sweet, and completely addictive, Vonnie's
juices were so delicious, I dug my tongue as deeply into her as I could to
get as much as I could.

   "Mmmmm, yes...  I do love to be licked!" she gasped.  "A little
higher... that's it, honey.  Mmmmm, yes, suck my clit...  Higher...  Right
there!  Oh fuck!  Do it!"

   I followed her directions, moving all around her succulent gash while
she gave me the grand tour of her womanhood.  Once I had the lay of the
land, she relaxed and let me please her, moaning softly.  Her hands were
tangled in my hair, ensuring I wouldn't leave...  like that was going to
happen.  We were going to hell now, anyway.  Might as well make it
worthwhile.

   I was ears deep in her sloppy crevice, with two fingers joining in the
fun when I needed to catch my breath.  Judging from her dialogue, I was
doing reasonably well eating my first pussy.  I hoped I would get many more
opportunities to pleasure Vonnie and perfect my technique.  She was my
instructor, after all.

   Her instructions were currently peppered with a lot of 'yes's, and her
hips were squirming, forcing me to pursue her across the bed.  There's no
way I was letting her get away.

   "Oh god...  ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddd...  yes, honey, that's it,
suck my clit...  suck my clit...  oh please, make me cum, honey, just a
little more!  I'm so close...  so close...  Yes!  YES!  YESSSS!" she
screamed, arching her back as she came.  Her pussy gushed in my mouth,
surprising me, and making me lick faster, which made her cum harder, until
she melted back into the mattress, gasping for air.

   "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...  fuck," she was panting as I slithered up
beside her.  She grabbed my head and kissed me hard, then collapsed again.
"Mmmmm, I do taste good, don't I?"

   We snuggled for a minute.  I was watching her big breasts rise and fall
with each breath, peeking into her bikini top.  She must have seen me.

   "Would you like to see them?" she whispered.  "Go ahead," she smiled,
pulling her hair aside to let me at the string behind her neck.

   I grabbed the tip of one string with my teeth, and tugged while she
giggled.  The bow unravelled, and the fabric relaxed under the weight of
her bust, springing downward.  Half of her left nipple peeked out at me,
until she shook her shoulders, making her globes wobble and push clear of
the tiny top.  At last, I saw the whole of her big tits, crowned with
stiff, stubby nipples.  They were magnificent, and it was now official ; my
Aunt Vonnie had the whole package.

   I felt her hand on my leg, and she wrapped her fingers around my
resurrected cock, standing at attention.  She smiled, and pushed me back,
easing on top of me.  Her eyes never left mine as she lowered herself
aboard.

   Oh my god!  How can any one person smell so good, taste so delicious,
and feel so incredible at once.  My eyes rolled back as her pussy engulfed
my shaft in a velvet embrace.

   "Oh shit, that's a nice cock," she hissed.  "So nice and thick...  I'm
going to enjoy this a lot, I think." She sat up, reaching behind herself to
undo the lower string of her top.  She tossed it on the floor, then leaned
forward, resting her ample chest on mine.  "So, Danny," she smiled from
close range, "First blowjob, right?"

   "Yes," I smiled back.

   "First time eating a girl's pussy, too?" she asked.  I grinned, and
nodded.  "Good job!  You're a natural!  That was quite the orgasm you gave
me!"

   I laughed, and marked a 'one' on my imaginary scoreboard with my finger.


   "I assume this is a first, as well?" she breathed, undulating her hips
to confirm my dick was buried to maximum depth in her receptive socket. 
The look on my face must have been sufficient confirmation. 
"Congratulations on losing your virginity.  We're gonna have a great time
together."

   That comment was the early leader in the 'understatement of the year'
competition.  I assume you've been inside a pussy before?  Do I need to say
more?

   Vonnie started to rise and fall on my cock, bouncing her tits in my
face. I grabbed hold and began to suckle her hungrily.  This I had done
before, but none of my previous girlfriends had been endowed anything like
my favourite Aunt.  Vonnie's big jugs were so soft, and smooth, with
nipples that grew into excited prongs on my mouth.

   Speaking of exciting prongs...  my dick certainly qualified.  Vonnie's
pussy was my own little slice of heaven, and it was doing things to my cock
I didn't know were possible.  Clutching, rippling, pulling on me.  Despite
my earlier orgasm, my balls were tingling again.

   "Go ahead, honey," she whispered, apparently psychic as well as being a
goddess.  "Cum inside me.  We have all day to play some more."

   "Oh god!" I grunted, letting loose inside her with another load of
spunk. She sat up, and ground herself down hard.  Her head tilted back, and
she shuddered, cumming along with me.

   "Oh god indeed," she gasped, twitching in my grasp.  "Fuck!  That feels
so nice and warm." She snuggled down against my chest again, and kissed my
cheek.  "Was it good for you, too?"

   I laughed.  What a ridiculous question!  No, I hated it.  Have you ever
had a bad orgasm?  Is it even possible?

   She giggled back, and patted my chest, climbing off.  As she wiggled
away toward the bathroom, I saw my cum dripping down her leg.  My cum... 
My mother's sister's leg.  This was so wrong, but also so right.

   Siobhan had always been in my life.  I really did think of her more as a
sister than an aunt, not that it made things between us less damning. 
Either way, neither my mother nor hers...  my grandmother, for god's
sake... would understand what we had just done.

   I didn't care.  We had almost a full month left to explore each other
before they came home, and if I could keep from grinning like a lunatic
around my mother, no one would know what we were doing just two blocks
away.

   Vonnie reappeared in the doorway.  Naked, and glowing.

   "So, why don't we go downstairs, have some lunch, and recover.  Then you
can finish the yard work," she said.  "When you're done out there, I've got
more work for you in here." Her expression was deadpan, making my wonder if
our fun was over.

   Still, she was naked, and making no attempt to cover up.  She turned and
walked away, then giggled and called over her shoulder, holding up two
digits.

   "Round two!  Later!  And this time, you fuck me!"

   ***

   It's funny how much faster the backyard work went.  Despite being the
bigger expanse of grass, it flew by, due in no doubt to the prize that
awaited me on completion.  I had left my shirt inside, at her request, so
she could watch me from the upstairs balcony.  She had left her bikini on
the bedroom floor so I would be reminded not to dally.

   It worked.  I set a new speed record for cutting the grass and edging
the fence line.  She was standing on the balcony, the sun glistening off
her curvaceous form, while I cleaned the mower, and put everything away.  I
raced inside, and up the stairs, eager to answer the bell.

   Holy fuck!  I thought, as I paused in the doorway to her bedroom.  This
I'd like to see!

   Vonnie was spread wide on the bed, with both hands busily probing her
cunt.  One hand was circling her clit furiously, while the other had three
fingers pistoning into the dripping folds of her twat.  Combined, the
movement had her boobs dancing on her chest.

   I unzipped, and freed myself from my shorts.  My cock had been pretty
stiff in the backyard, but seeing my aunt demonstrating how she played in
the absence of a man had me like a rock immediately.  I stroked it gently,
and approached the bed.

   "Mmmmm, yes, play with yours while I play with mine," she purred,
fingering herself madly.  "This is what I was doing while you were sniffing
my underwear and jerking off.  Just thought you'd like to watch...  then
you can fuck my brains out."

   It was only a minute or two before her body stiffened, and she screeched
a twenty-six syllable epithet of bliss.  Her eyes closed, and she tried to
catch her breath.  My cock was lonely, but her legs were still askew.  I
knew just the place to put it.

   Easing between her thighs, I pressed my rampant erection into her
swollen, engorged vagina.  Her eyes remained closed, but a smiled tickled
her lips.

   "That's it, honey...  take me.  Show me how you feel about me," she
sighed.

   My hips instinctively knew what to do, and I started to thrust into her
feverishly.  She had blown me to one orgasm, and ridden me to a second, so
the urgency was gone, but my desire was just warming up.  Excitement and
shock had given way to lust.  Now, I really wanted to fuck.

   Vonnie's limp body came to life, one limb at a time.  I was soon wrapped
in a full embrace, as her arms encircled my shoulders, and her legs tightly
gripped my waist.

   "Yeah, baby, fuck me!" she growled.  "Gimme that cock!  Fuck me hard!"

   The room reverberated with the sounds of sex...  moans, groans, words of
desperate encouragement, and bodies colliding.  I should have been tired
from cutting the grass, bur adrenaline was overriding fatigue, giving me
enough energy to give her a proper seeing to.  I was pounding her
ceaselessly, maintaining a briskly rhythm of strokes into her sodden gash.

   "Oh god, Danny, YES!" she grunted, clawing at my back.  "Gonna fucking
cum again!"

   I felt her biting my shoulder as her body tensed yet again.  She stifled
a scream, and shook in my arms, while I continued unabated.

   "Mna'a AHHHHHHNNnnnn...  FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she gasped as another wave
hit her.  My hips were a blur, as I felt my own climax making its approach
known.  She read the increased pace.  "Spray that hot cum on my tits!  I
want to watch you squirt!"

   I grunted consent, and kept drilling her, crushing her into the mattress
a final few times.  The countdown commenced, and I yanked myself free,
grabbing my throbbing, pussy drenched cock while I leaned over her.

   I watched her eyes lock onto my dick.  Her tongue licked her lips
unconsciously.

   "Jerk that fucking cock!" she demanded.  "Do it!  Cum on me!"

   "Mnahhhhhfuuuuuck!" I bellowed, and she got her wish.  A rope of hot
jizz leapt out, and painted her from navel to nose.  More followed, until
she was glazed in a coat of translucent goo, which she immediately began to
run her fingers through, moaning happily.  I collapsed beside her, catching
my breath and watching her lick her fingers and rub my discharge into her
big boobs.

   I was sweaty and exhausted.  Just the way I should have been after
cutting the grass.

   "Okay honey.  Get your ass out of here, before my sister comes looking
for you.  I'm coming to dinner again tonight, so I'll see you in a couple
of hours," she smiled, taking control.  She kissed me, and continued. 
"I'll think of something I need your help with for tomorrow.  You've got
one more hole to take!"


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