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 Title: Auntie's Panties Pt.  02


Summary: Danny's sexy young Aunt continues his training.


keywords: inc,fic



   It was a fun walk home.  Only two blocks, but I had to restrain myself
from skipping like a little girl.

   A few hours ago, going the other direction, I had been a horny,
reluctantly untarnished virgin.  Now, I was a sexually experienced man,
thanks totally to my luscious aunt.  It couldn't get any better, could it?

   Ask me again tomorrow.

   I'm by no means an expert, but it seems to me that most guys might go
years before a woman offers them her ass.  If I could take Vonnie at her
word...  and she had never lied to me...  I was going to get it on day two,
A.V.  (That's After Virginity.)

   The whole world seemed a brighter, more vibrant place, since I got laid.
I should have done it years ago.  Maybe it was just my imagination.

   As I walked in the door, I came face to face with my sister Shelagh, who
was looking at me strangely.

   "What?" I asked her.

   "Where have you been?" she asked back.

   "Doing the yard work at Grandma and Grandpa's house, same as usual," I
replied, mildly annoyed at the interrogation.  "Why?"

   "Oh, nothing...  you just looked different than you usually do after
that," she smiled.  "Still hot and sweaty, but different.  Happier."

   Jesus!  Is it that obvious?  I thought.  I just walk in the door, and my
sister notices the change instantly?  This could be trouble.  What if she
figures it out?  Worse yet...  What if Mom figures it out?  I'll have to
try harder to play it cool.

   "I guess I'm happy it's done," I offered, hoping she'd take that as an
answer.  Thankfully, the inner workings of her little brother was not a
priority subject for Shelagh.

   "Yeah, whatever," she giggled, and went past me into the kitchen, where
Mom was busy cooking.

   I went upstairs to my room, stripped off my sweaty clothes, and donned
my robe, heading into the bathroom for a shower.  I needed to wash the
sweat off.  I needed to wash Vonnie's scent off, too, lest my mother smell
pussy on me.  This was a very dangerous situation, but it was a danger I
hoped would become commonplace.

   Turning the water on, I stepped into the shower, and within seconds, the
evidence was gone.  Gone from my body, at least.  My mind was a whole other
matter.  There wasn't enough soap in the world to wash that out of my
memory.  Nor did I want it to.

   I stood under the spray of warm water, lost in thought.  I thought about
her lips and mouth on my cock, as she sucked me.  I thought about the
incredible sensation of her pussy surrounding my cock for the first time. I
pictured her curvaceous body, naked and displayed for me, later covered
with my cum.  It was hard to believe it was only a few hours ago that none
of it had happened.

   'Hard' had another application, now, as my thoughts had triggered yet
another full blown erection, which was bobbing before me, begging for
attention.  Well, the soap was readily available, so I took care of it,
while savouring the days activities once more.  Soon, my fourth load of the
day was swirling down the drain, and my legs were wobbly.

   Now might be a good time for a nap.

   ***

   I dreamt of Vonnie.  It was so real, I could taste it.

   Wait...  That's not a dream...

   My eyes opened to find my Aunt's eyes staring back, from extremely close
range, as she kissed me.

   "Sorry, Danny," she giggled, pulling back.  "You looked so cute sleeping
like that.  I couldn't resist."

   "Um, no, it's okay," I mumbled, clearing my head.  "What are you doing
here?"

   "It's almost dinner time, silly," she smiled.  "I told you I was
coming."

   I smiled.  She laughed, caught in a double entendre.

   "Mmmmm, yes...  I did tell you I was cumming, didn't I?" she whispered,
bending to kiss me again.  Her tongue swirled around mine.  "God, I haven't
felt this relaxed in months.  You're pretty good, for a rookie."

   She stood, looking down at me past her big breasts.  Her hands softly
caressed both full globes, and she moaned.

   "I'd better get out of here, before I get us in trouble," she winked. 
"Coming?"

   That one she hung there intentionally.  I jumped out of bed, and
followed her, downstairs.

   Mom was starting to shuttle the menu items to the table, so Siobhan and
I each grabbed a bowl or platter and gave her a hand.

   "Shelagh!" Mom called, hoping my sister could hear her.

   "She's probably listening to music with her headphones on," Vonnie
giggled.  "I'll get her." She bounded out of the room, and up the stairs.

   It was a good diversion, making it appear that not all of her trips
upstairs were to my room.  I don't know if her sister...  my Mom...  had
any idea that we were anything more than merely close, but a little
misdirection couldn't hurt.  A minute or so later, she was back, Shelagh
close behind.

   "Told you.  You were in competition with Taylor Swift, Sis.  Taylor
won," Vonnie smiled, and we all took a seat.

   The seating plan probably kept us from getting in trouble, as Shelagh
sat across from me, per usual, and Vonnie sat opposite her sister, in Dad's
former spot.

   I was fine with my Aunt dining with us.  As far as I was concerned, she
could spend the month here.  There was no such thing as too much Vonnie,
especially now that we had moved beyond...  well, you know what we had done
earlier in the day.

   "Muirgheal, do you have plans for Danny tomorrow?" Vonnie asked my
Mother.  "I was wondering if I could borrow him again?  I want to clean the
windows in the house, and I'm afraid of the ladder."

   "I don't think I need him for anything," Mom said between bites.  "He's
not going to get hurt, is he?"

   I sat there, watching the conversation like a tennis match, and hoping
my expression didn't show how invested I was in the outcome.  Vonnie was
negotiating for my services, in a way my Mother would never understand or
approve of.  I might clean a window or two, but those were not really the
services she was interested in, and they weren't the ones I'd be happiest
about.  Of course I won't get hurt.  Ever hear of a sex injury that was
fatal?  Sure, I'd be fucked up, but I'd get fucked.

   "Of course not," Vonnie laughed.  "I'd never do anything to put my
favourite nephew in danger.  He's just the big, strong, brave man I need to
do the things I'm afraid to do."

   Mom turned to me, almost as an afterthought.  Her mouth was full, so she
gestured to kill time as she finished chewing.

   "What do you say, Danny?" she asked.  "How do you feel about helping
your Aunt again tomorrow?"

   I suppose jumping for joy would raise more questions we'd rather not
answer, wouldn't it?  Better to pretend it's an onerous task that I'm doing
under protest.

   "Oh, well...  I guess I can help," I replied, trying to be cool.  "If
you really need me to." YIPPEE!  I get to fuck my Aunt again tomorrow!  I
get to see her naked, and probably feel her lips on my cock, and...  Oh,
yeah...  I get to fuck her ass!  I think it might take me weeks to clean
all those windows.

   "We'll take it slow, Danny," Vonnie said, apparently reading my mind. 
"There's a lot of windows, and I don't want to risk you getting hurt, so
we'll only do a couple each day.  That way you've got time to do other
things, as well, and don't need to give up your whole day.  Is that
alright?

   If by 'do other things', you mean doing you?  Yes, I'm good with that.
I'm so good with that you wouldn't believe it!  I nodded.

   "Perfect!" she giggled.  "I'll see you tomorrow, then!"

   ***

   I slept like shit.

   Remember when you were a kid, and it was Christmas Eve?  You were wired,
so excited about your presents you couldn't scrape yourself off the ceiling
and sleep?  That was me, only it was Christmas, my birthday, and the Fourth
of July all rolled into one.

   Fortunately, adrenaline us a wonderful thing.  Sleep or no sleep, I was
cocked, locked, and ready to rock.  After breakfast, I dutifully headed for
Grandma's house, to clean those windows.  Giggle.

   I made it out of sight of my house before I broke into a full run. 
Every second in Vonnie's company was a second well spent.

   As I rounded the corner into the backyard, I saw the ladder leaning
against the wall of the house.  She was really going for realism, wasn't
she?  I found her in the kitchen.

   "Hi honey!" she smiled.  "Eager to get started?"

   Now that's a silly question.  You were here yesterday, weren't you?  Oh
yes, you definitely were.  I'll never forget it.  Shall I meet you in the
bedroom, or do we just get it on right here?

   She handed me a bucket, sponge and squeegee.

   Huh?  I thought I was here for more training...  and to fuck your ass.

   "The ladder is all set," she smiled.  "There's a hook to hang the bucket
from.  If you need me, just holler."

   I took the supplies, and walked out, more than a little confused.  She
was serious about the windows?  I thought she was just making an excuse to
get me over here.

   I found myself at the foot of the ladder.  Oh well...

   Step by step, I went up, until I found the hook she mentioned.  I hung
the bucket, and wet the sponge.  The windows really were dirty.  This one
was one of the spare rooms, and there were three windows for each room,
four bedrooms and an office, plus two bathrooms upstairs.  It really would
take me a month.

   I started washing the glass, watching the soapy suds turn dirty as I ran
the sponge across the surface.  Suddenly, the lack of sleep seemed more
debilitating, as the adrenaline waned in response to my disappointment.  I
was focused on my hand, and the sponge, when movement caught my eye. 
Movement inside.

   It was Vonnie, of course.  There was no one else here but my Aunt and I.


   It took me a moment or two to clue in.  It was a game.  She was playing
the unwitting victim of the peeping window washer.  Since I was the window
washer, that was very good news for me.  My adrenaline was back in spades.

   Vonnie had changed clothes since I saw her in the kitchen.  Then she had
been dressed for doing work around the house.  Now, well...  let's just say
she was now dressed for a completely different task.

   I'm not even sure what to call the shorts she had on.  Actually, I'm not
sure she had them on, at all.  There are short shorts, and then there were
these ones.  White, and skin tight, they had an inseam length of perhaps
one inch.  She had her back to me, putting things into the dresser, and
bending over to reach the lower drawers.  To say her ass was on full
display would be a huge understatement.  My mouth was watering, and my hand
had stalled in place with the sponge dripping water down my arm.

   Then she turned to face me.  Oh, wow!  Her t-shirt was black, with a
deep V-neck, deep enough that I could see the centre gore of her plunging
bra.  The bra was pink, and as she leaned over to fold a few items on the
bed, her big, round tits just hung there, cradled in the cups, asking to be
picked.

   I really didn't need the sponge anymore, I'm sure my drool would have
been sufficient to wash the window.  Speaking of which...  why was I trying
to see her through the filthy suds, when I had the ability to give myself a
perfectly clear view?  I soaked the sponge again, and scrubbed the window
quickly, watching Vonnie the whole time.  Her breasts swung, and swayed
with her movements, making me grab the squeegee and give the glass a streak
free finish.

   Ah.  That's better.  Now I could clearly see her...  peeling off her
shirt.  Good lord, how did that little bra contain all that delectable
flesh?  She took a few steps to the right, and I lost sight of her.  I knew
she was still in the room, because I could see the door, but the angle of
view was blocked in the direction she went.

   Then I saw her feet.  On the bed.  She was laying on the bed, just out
of my line of sight.  Something flew past.  Something pink.

   "Dammit Vonnie, I can't see you," I muttered.  "I really want to see
you."

   I said there were three windows in this room.  I had cleaned one, and
the second would probably give me a perfect viewpoint.  I would need to
reposition the ladder first.

   Climbing down a ladder with a full erection would likely qualify as a
safety hazard, but that's what I had to do.  I tried to do it as carefully
as possible, but excitement tends to cloud judgement.  Still, I
successfully shifted the ladder to the new position without incident.  I
raced back up to my perch.

   As I thought, the pink item that flew by was indeed her bra, and while I
was busy with the ladder, she had also dropped her shorts.  Now naked on
the bed, she was quite the spectacle.  I made quick work of the window, not
wanting to miss the show, which was in full swing.

   She had her legs spread wide, and her right hand was busy between them.
Her left hand was tugging and twisting her nipples.  Putting my ear to the
glass, I could hear her moaning softly.  I wiped my ear print off the
freshly cleaned glass, and headed for the ground again.  There was one more
window, around the corner, and from there I'm sure I'd see the whole
package.

   Wrestling the ladder around to the other window wasn't easy, but I
wasn't going to be denied.  Within a minute or two, I was back, sponge
flying madly.  I set a new record for cleaning this one.

   Oh my god.  She's not just masturbating...  she's using a vibrator on
her pussy.  From the previous window, I couldn't quite see that far between
her legs, but from here I could clearly see the purple device.  She wasn't
moving it in and out much, but I thought I knew why.  While not an expert
on vibrators by any means, I had heard of the 'rabbit', and knew one when I
saw it.

   The little 'ears' on it were a blur, working on her clit furiously.  Her
nipples were standing tall, and since I had done such a fabulous job on the
window, I could see the flush building on her neck and chest.

   Unlike the moans I heard before by pressing my ear to the window, when
Siobhan came seconds later, the screams were clearly audible.  I watched
her arch her back, and quake wildly as the orgasm hit her.  All that sharp
motion was transferred to her chest, making her breasts swing, bounce and
jiggle for my eyes.  When her body flopped limp on the mattress a moment
later, only the heaving of her ragged breathing indicated that she was
still alive.

   I had a feeling the game was over, but I stayed at the window, watching
her slowly recover.  At last, she sat up weakly, and looked over at me. 
Her eyes opened wide in surprise...  faux surprise, anyway.  She tried
desperately to hide her magnificent breasts with both hands, but she her
hands were far too small.  So were mine, and mine are big.

   The look of indignation slowly melted off her face, replaced by one of
mischievous lust.  Her hands dropped away, letting me feast my eyes on her
big tits.  Leaning back on her hands, she shook her shoulders, causing her
breasts to sway hypnotically.

   She held up a finger, telling me to wait, and rolled out of bed.  Still
completely nude, she sauntered over and stopped in front of me, hands on
hips, a grin on her pretty face.  The only thing separating me from her
body was the glass.

   She inched closer, leaning forward slightly until her tits touched the
inside surface of the window.  She pressed further, squashing the big
globes flat.  She cupped her hands below them, and dragged her hard nipples
across the cool glass.

   "You like my tits?" her muffled voice asked.

   I nodded, playing along.

   Stepping back, she reached between her legs, dipping two fingers in the
oozing slit there.  When she pulled them out, I could clearly see her
juices glistening on them.

   "You liked that, huh?" she asked.  "You like to watch?" She smeared her
slippery fingers across the inner surface, leaving a streak of pussy juice.


   I nodded again.  I was liking this game.

   "You're a very naughty window washer...  peeking in at me like that.  Is
your cock hard?  Because of me?" she asked playing her role to the hilt.  I
didn't answer, but she wasn't waiting for me.  She dipped her fingers
again, and smudged the inside of the window further.  "Oops.  I've made a
mess in here.  Would you mind coming in to clean it up?"

   She reached out and unlocked the window.  Being my grandparent's house,
the windows were double-hung sashes of an older style.  As she raised the
bottom sash, she bent lower, coming closer to my bulging crotch.

   "Mmmmm, this looks promising," she smiled, dropping to her knees, and
resting her chin on the sill.  "Yes, very promising indeed." Her hand
snaked out to caress the bulge in my shorts, then tugged at the zipper. 
She deftly freed my stiff shaft from its confines.  I felt her tongue make
contact, and she moaned softly.  She grabbed the hem of my shorts and
pulled me closer to the house, engulfing the head in her warm mouth.

   I suddenly felt very, very exposed.  Here I was, on a ladder, outside
the second floor window of my grandparent's house...  getting a blowjob
from my Aunt.  I'm sure I was quite visible up there, to anyone who cared
to look.

   "God, Vonnie...  Someone will see us!" I hissed anxiously.

   "Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, pulling my cock out of her mouth.  "They might
at that.  I suggest you not yell when you cum, and attract attention."

   With that, she went back to work, sucking furiously.  Excess saliva
began to drip down her chin, but truthfully, I couldn't really see much.  I
was hanging on for dear life to the ladder, and praying no one paid any
attention to the guy outside the second floor window.  Her slurping sounded
so loud, I was certain we'd get caught, but that was probably just my
terror talking.

   Surprisingly, the fear didn't cause my cock to wilt.  Instead, I felt my
balls beginning to tingle, and quite soon exploded down her throat.

   "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." I whispered, resting my head on the next
rung of the ladder.  "Vonnie, you are wicked."

   She sucked the last few drops out of me, then tapped the head of my dick
on her tongue.

   "If you think that was wicked, wait until you fuck my ass," she smiled.
"Get yourself together, and climb down.  Be careful.  I'll be waiting in
the kitchen with lunch."

   She closed the window, leaving me to tuck myself in and catch my breath.
It took several minutes before I was safely on the ground, and even then my
legs were still gelatinous.  Carrying my tools and bucket, I stumbled into
the house.

   Vonnie was sitting quietly, nibbling on a grilled cheese sandwich.  She
had put the pink bra, black T and shorts back on, looking very delicious.
She stifled a smile at my dishevelled condition.

   "Jeez, look at you," she giggled.  "You'd think someone just gave you a
window washer special.  Hard work?"

   I declined to comment, as I didn't want to jeopardize the rest of our
afternoon together.  Instead, I stuffed my face, and gradually recovered my
senses.

   After we finished lunch, Vonnie helped me position that ladder for
tomorrow's 'work' session.  I wondered what she would come up with for me
then, but that was the future.

   There was still lots of today left.

   We did actually do some jobs around the house.  I pulled out the
refrigerator and stove, doing the grunt work while Siobhan ran the mop.  I
had a feeling the entire house would be spotless by the time Grandma and
Grandpa returned, but I was willing to provide my muscle to assist her...
providing my 'muscle' got into her ass...  and her pussy, mouth, hands...
you get the idea.  Now that I knew what I'd been missing, I was hopelessly
hooked.

   Anyway, at some point in the afternoon, Vonnie gave me a smile, and
crooked her finger at me.

   "Okay, you've done enough for now.  Time for your reward," she giggled,
turning toward the stairs.  "Follow me, stud."

   Somehow, I managed not to step on my dick as I trailed behind her, and
found myself in her bedroom, watching her peel the shirt off over her head.


   "Can you fuck right now, or do you need some more time?" she asked,
twirling her finger in her thick red hair.  "I could give you another
lesson in cunnilingus if you aren't ready yet," she offered, "but you're
pretty good already."

   "Cunni-what?" I asked, not really paying attention.  I was too busy
staring at her tits.

   "Cunnilingus," she repeated, flicking her tongue at me in explanation.
"Licking pussy...  Muffin munching...  Tasting twat...  Going south with
your mouth...  Going downtown...  A box lunch at the Y...  Get the idea?"

   "Oh, right," I smiled.  "I like your pussy.  It tastes delicious."

   "Thank you," she laughed.  "How many nephews get to say that to their
Aunts?"

   "Don't know," I replied.  "How many nephews have an Aunt as hot as you?"


   Vonnie blushed, and stepped over to me.  Her lips were quickly on mine,
kissing me with passion and heat.  I wrapped her in my arms, and held her
tight, undoing her bra as I did.

   "Mmmmm," she giggled.  "That was pretty slick, buddy.  Nicely done." She
wriggled free of the garment, and pulled my shirt off too, resting her big
boobs against my bare skin.  Her hand reached down, and found my cock quite
ready for use.  "Ooooo.  You're hard.  Gotta love young men.  Always ready
for action."

   "You're only five years older than me," I reminded her.

   "Yes, but most of my lovers have been older men," she explained.  "They
like younger women, especially with big tits.  Takes them longer to get
started, but they're not bad in bed.  You young guys, especially ones who
have learned how to use their hard meat...  Mmmmm, so nice to be fucked all
night long, over and over."

   "Is that what you're doing...  Teaching me?" I asked.  "Making me a good
lover?  I was hoping it was more than that."

   "Danny?" she chided me, kissing me again.  "Honey...  Don't get
emotional on me, okay?  I mean...  I love you.  You're my best friend, and
I love you...  but you can't think that there's a happy ending where we get
married, have kids, and move to the suburbs."

   "We're in the suburbs..." I grinned.

   "Listen, smartass!" she gasped, pointing at me with an accusing finger.
"This is just for fun.  I fuck you.  You fuck me.  Sex is so wonderful...
If we don't screw it up by attaching emotional strings.  If that's not
enough for you, you can go back to using your hand.  I'm your Mother's
sister!  How can we ever be together openly?!"

   I hated to admit it, but she was right.  I would always love her,
because I always did.  Was it possible to feel that way about more than one
woman at a time?  I suppose.  I didn't have enough experience to know yet.

   "Sorry Vonnie," I replied.  "You're my first.  I guess I'm a bit
confused."

   "So we're good, as is?  You can love me as your Aunt, and fuck my brains
out on the side?" she asked.

   "Yes Ma'am.  I'll try."

   "Good...  because my pussy is lonely," she smiled, reverting to sexy
Vonnie.  She unzipped her shorts, and stripped the diminutive piece of
clothing off.  Her thong followed, sliding down her legs.  She laid back.

   "Let's go!" she giggled.  "Don't keep Auntie Vonnie waiting for your big
dick!  Whip it out, and fuck me!"

   "Awww, jeez," I grumbled, as if she was telling me to clean my room.  I
dropped my pants, peeled off my underwear, and stood, stroking my erection.
"Do I really have to?"

   "Yes!  Fuck my cunt, you lazy boy!  Fuck me, or I swear I'll tell your
Mother!"

   That was a little more than either of us could say straight-faced.  We
both laughed.

   "Okay!  Okay!  I'll do it!" I smiled, "but I won't like it!" I speared
her with my shaft.

   "Ooooo, wanna bet?" she smiled, pulling me tight to her, and kissing me
again.

   "You can't make me!" I added.

   "Oh yes I can," she purred, gripping my cock with her pussy.  I gasped.
"See?"

   She was right about that, too.  She could make me like it.  She could
make me love it.  She could make me want it more than I'd ever wanted
anything before.  More than I thought I could ever want anything.

   We rolled around the bed for quite a while, taking turns being on top.
Since this was always going to be part-tutorial, Vonnie kept her
instructor's hat on, and gave me several tidbits about the female libido
that were helpful.  Unfortunately, as I would undoubtedly come to learn in
the future about all women, those tidbits were also confusing.

   You'd think that growing up in an all female household, I might have
figured women out already, wouldn't you?

   Yeah, right.  Why should I be any different?

   While having all those sisters around, plus Vonnie, had given me an
insight into younger girls...  Well, women tend to become just a touch more
complicated as they grow up, especially modern women.

   The most confusing...  and, when you have your dick buried balls deep in
her pussy, the most applicable tidbit...  had to do with the age old
question; fast or slow?  Hard or gentle?  Quick or drawn out?  To fuck her
brains out, or make love?

   How to answer that question...  without actually asking it...  is the
question.

   Vonnie's help was to be no help at all.

   "No, you can't just ask a woman what to do," she giggled.  "Some women
will tell you, but the ones who do are not the ones you're really looking
for, at least not if you're looking for that 'something more' you
mentioned. Those ones want you to just sense it, and read their wants and
desires."

   I was busy shafting her smoothly, and paused, trying to read her body
and expression.  She seemed...  Pleased?

   "So, let me see if I've got this straight," I said, resuming a slow
rhythm of strokes into her cunt.  "You, um...  I mean 'you' in the
collective, women in general sense...  you want us men to just somehow
magically 'know' what turns your crank in bed, without asking?"

   She nodded, a flush building on her face.

   "And that something that you like can arbitrarily change, from day to
day, without reason?" I asked, continuing my movements while I thought.

   "Oh fuck, yes...  just like that!  Right there!  Just a little more!"
she gasped, raking my butt with her nails.  "That's so fucking good!"

   I was even more confused now than before.  What was I doing right?  How
did it happen?  Did she tell me, or did I 'read' it from her?  Should I
stop?

   "Oh fuck...  don't stop, honey!" she hissed.

   Okay, note to self...  don't stop doing, um, whatever it is that she
likes, right at this moment.

   "GNNAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN!" she screamed, clawing my back as she came.

   I really wish I knew what I did that worked.  Good thing I had my
instructor with me.

   "Oh my god," she panted, rubbing her face with her hand in exasperation.
"How did you do that?"

   "How did I do what?" I asked.  "All I was doing was fucking you, while
you explained women to me.  Thanks for that, by the way.  Now I'm more
fucked up than ever.  Maybe I'll become a monk."

   "No!" she giggled, caressing my face softly.  "Don't become a monk. 
I'll try to be more helpful in the future.  Now, keep fucking me...  That
was a good one.  See if you can do it again."

   Between my enthusiasm and her direction, we did manage to recreate the
orgasm.  Three times.  It seems I had changed angles slightly when we last
rolled over, and I was rubbing across her clit in a particularly pleasing
manner.  It might not work on every woman, but on Vonnie, it was the fast
lane to O-ville.  While she was teaching me, I had taught her a little
something about herself.  That made me happy.

   And, on a purely selfish note...  she owed me now.  I had given her a
few really good orgasms, but not yet cum myself.

   After the last one, Vonnie was a train wreck, sweating and gasping for
air.  She patted my chest, asking me to stop.

   "Please, my clit is on fire," she whispered.  "I need a break, or you'll
kill me."

   I had never been so proud.  Too bad I couldn't tell anybody about it.

   We snuggled together for a few minutes, before Vonnie decided she was
ready for more.

   "Okay, baby," she smiled, "how do you want it?  Your choice.  You want
to fuck my tits?  We haven't done that yet."

   While the thought of her squeezing those big, soft melons around my cock
while I fucked her cleavage, and then spraying my load all over her, was
appealing...

   "Yesterday, and um, earlier today, you, um, you kind of, um, mentioned
your, um..." I stammered nervously.  "You said I could, um, like, fuck your
ass?"

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she smiled, drawing out the word in understanding.
"Yes, I did.  You like that, huh?  You wanna fuck me in the butt?"

   "Yes Ma'am," I nodded.

   "Okay, we can do that," she giggled.  "Go get in the shower, and I'll be
in in a minute."

   Whatever you say.  Oh boy.

   I was standing under the warm spray when she pulled the curtain aside
and joined me.  She immediately grabbed the soap, and lathered her hands,
then washed me from top to bottom.  I really enjoyed it, as not only her
hands, but her body, slid all over me.  My dick was like stone, but other
than a few soapy strokes of her hand, she avoided too much contact with it.


   "Don't want to set that thing off before we get to put it up my ass, do
we?" she giggled, kissing me softly.  "Okay, you dry off and wait for me in
the bedroom.  I've got a few things to do in here that I need some privacy
for, but I'll be quick."

   I didn't know it at the time, but she was talking about flushing out her
rectum.  She was right.  I'd rather not be there for that.

   With towel still in hand, I strolled back into her bedroom.  There, on
the bedside table was her rabbit, and a big bottle of oil, while she had
spread a big towel on the bed.  Oh yeah.  This was going to be fun.

   Siobhan was a couple of minutes behind me.

   "All clean," she smiled.  "Now we can be realllllllly dirty!"

   I was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and she sat
next to me.  She looked at my cock, which was standing straight up.

   "Okay, I can see he's ready for action," she laughed, patting the head
like it was a puppy.  "Now, a woman's ass isn't quite like her pussy," she
explained.  "It doesn't get wet on its own, like her pussy does.  So..."
she picked up the oil, "...  we use lube.  Lots of lube.  I think you'll
like it."

   Flipping the cap open, she squirted some onto my cock, and spread it
with her hand.

   "Do you want to lick my ass first, or should we just skip that for now?"
I suppose my expression said enough.  I hadn't thought about licking her
butt hole before.  It was an idea that needed time.

   "Right...  Skip the licking...  Oil it is," she giggled, spreading her
legs wide, and rolling to her back.  She squirted some more onto her
asshole, and rubbed it in, sticking a finger into herself.  Then two. 
Finally, she had three fingers pushing oil into her ass, while I watched in
fascination.  Her fingers stretched the tight sphincter open wider.  It was
exciting.

   'Lots of lube', she had said, and she meant it.  Over and over, she
squirted oil into her gaping hole, then jammed fingers inside.  Excess oil
oozed out, onto the towel.

   "Oh fuck, this is going to be so good," she groaned, obviously enjoying
the prep.  "That's enough for me," she said, and rolled onto her knees.  A
final squirt and stroke for my cock, and she straddled me.  "Ready?"

   I nodded, and she reached behind her, grabbing my slippery shaft with
her equally slippery hand.  I felt pressure against the head of my cock,
and she pressed down, until...  Pop!  The pressure was now all around the
head.

   "Oh shit!" she gasped, sliding lower.

   Oh.  My.  God.  Tight doesn't begin to describe it.  But within seconds,
it became less like a vice, and more like a deep, snug tube...  which I
suppose it literally was.  It was fantastic.

   Vonnie was grunting as she used the tried and true 'two inches in, one
inch out' technique.  Her face was red, and twisted in pain.  Pain she
apparently enjoyed.

   "Oh god, yes!  Such a nice cock...  waaaaaay up my ass!" she hissed. 
"So fucking big!  So fucking good!"

   At last, she was stuffed, settled fully over my now throbbing dick.

   "God, I really want to fuck right now, but I can feel your cock
twitching," she moaned.  "If I move, you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

   I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold back, so I could only nod.

   "Okay, plan B," she smiled, reaching down with one hand to rub her clit.
"I'll be still, but if I don't get this one out, I'm gonna scream!"

   "I like it when you scream," I laughed, regaining more control by the
second.

   "Well, you're gonna love this, then," she moaned, her fingers flying
across her clit at a furious pace.  "OH MY GOD, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

   She bucked as she came, nearly causing me to join her.  Somehow, I kept
from exploding in her ass, and when she wilted forward onto me, I held her
tight.  It took her a minute or two to recover, and she gently rocked back
and forth a little, moving her ass on my intruder.  Finally, she sat up.

   "Oooooooooo boy...  Now it's your turn," she breathed.  She lifted off,
and turned her ass in my direction, on all fours.  Her ass gaped open,
awaiting my return.  I didn't make her wait long.

   Going in the second time was much easier.  With a grip on her hips, I
reamed her ass slowly, watching in rapt fascination as her butt hole
accepted my shaft.  It felt wonderful, but she had one more trick up her
sleeve...  or rather, her pussy.

   I saw her hand snake out, and retrieve the rabbit, which she slipped
easily into her empty vagina.  She was soaked, and there was plenty of oil
present, so it slid in smoothly.  I felt the pressure against the underside
of my shaft...  and then she turned it on.

   Oh my good Jesus!  Her whole ass vibrated, and I managed perhaps half a
dozen more strokes before my brain short-circuited, and I came.

   Oh boy, did I ever.

   I thought the blowjob on the ladder caused a big one, but this was
another matter entirely.  It felt like I was going to turn inside out, as I
grunted, gushed, twitched, spewed and squirted a gargantuan load of semen
up her ass.

   "Oh yes...  that's good, baby," Vonnie whispered.  "Shoot that hot cum
up my butt!  I can feel it!  It's so good!"

   Blackness moved in suddenly, from the edges of my vision, until it was
all I saw.

   ***

   I opened my eyes.  The ceiling was back, but something was wrong.  How
did I get on the floor?

   Vonnie's concerned face appeared above me.

   "Danny?" she asked.  "Are you okay?"

   "Mmmmm, I think so," I mumbled.  "What happened?"

   She smiled, obviously relieved that I was alright.

   "You came in my ass, and passed out," she giggled.  "Was it that good?"

   Gradually, the fuzziness cleared, and I remembered.  Oh yeah, it was
that good.  I nodded.

   "You know, passing out is quite a compliment for a girl, but it's a bit
concerning," she said softly.  "Never had a guy do that before.  You're
sure you're alright?  You didn't hit your head, did you?"

   I sat up, and shook my head.  "Don't think so.  Just came really hard."

   "Tell me about it," she laughed.  "I'll be leaking semen for a week.  It
felt incredible.  So you like fucking my ass?  Wanna do it again sometime?
We could get you a helmet, just in case?"

   "Ha, ha, ha," I smiled.  "Yes, I'll fuck your ass again.  It's worth the
risk of injury."

   "Speaking of risk," she smiled, tapping her imaginary watch, "you'd
better get going home.  Your Mom will be worried."

   Yeah.  Mom was concerned I'd get hurt washing the windows.  Getting a
concussion from fucking her younger sister's ass would probably be a bad
thing.

   I kissed her, stood unsteadily, and stumbled toward the bathroom.  A few
minutes later, Vonnie followed, carrying my clothes.

   "Here you go," she said, handing me the pile.  She turned on the shower,
and stepped inside.  "See you at dinner tonight."

   ***

   Sitting at the dining room table, I could see Siobhan out the corner of
my eye.  She seemed to be having trouble sitting still.

   I guess the reason should be pretty obvious.  She had just been fucked
in the ass.  Things back there were probably a little sore.

   All things considered though, she did reasonably well, and the
discomfort never showed on her face.  She and Mom were chatting idly, and
Vonnie took the opportunity to claim me for tomorrow's instalment of window
washing / general labour / sexual training.  Even better, Mom volunteered
me for the duration, unless she needed me.  Gee, thanks Mom.  Little do you
know how much joy I'm going to get out of it.

   Dinner went pretty smoothly, and when the meal was complete, I thanked
Mom, then took my leave.  I was playing the long game.  I would see Vonnie
tomorrow, and she would probably pop in on me before she left, anyway.

   Sure enough, about two hours later, there was a knock on my door.  The
sisters had been talking for a long time.

   "It's open," I replied.

   "Hey Danny," Vonnie smiled as she slipped into the room.  Her voice
dropped to a whisper.  "Oh my god.  My ass?  You broke it," she giggled. 
"I hope my pussy will be enough for tomorrow, because the back door is out
of commission."

   Well gee, I don't know...  I've had so many other offers.  Duh!  I'll
take any part of her I can get.

   "What time?  Around ten?" I asked, nodding about her pussy.

   "Sounds good," she grinned.  Her hand was still on the doorknob, holding
it ajar, so Mom wouldn't get suspicious.  As she opened it again, Mom
appeared.

   "Danny, can I ask you a favour?" Mom asked.  "It's getting dark out. 
Can you walk your Aunt home?  I don't like thinking about my baby sister
out there, alone in the dark."

   "Sure Mom," I smiled, unable to believe my luck.  Sure I'd walk her
home. Maybe I'd get a little bonus, too.

   I grabbed my jacket, and we started out toward Grandma's house.  As soon
as we were out of sight of my house, Vonnie took off like a shot.

   "Last one in bed has to do the work!" she giggled.  Clearly, we were on
the same page.

   Let me tell you...  she can run like a gazelle.  There was just enough
light for me to watch her shapely rump wiggle as she raced away.  I caught
up quickly, but didn't pass her.  I liked the view, and didn't mind being
on top anyway.  As we rounded the corner into her driveway, she had her
keys out, and hit the lock with the first try.  She was shedding clothes as
she stormed up the stairs, and was topless by the time she burst through
her bedroom door.

   "I win!" she cheered, jumping onto the bed.  She kicked off her shoes,
and wriggled out of her shorts, while I tried to do the same.  My dick was
semi-hard when it hit the air.  She grabbed it, and stuffed it in her
mouth.

   "Um, no," I corrected her, as she bobbed her head smoothly, sucking me
to full erection.  "I'm the one getting the prize."

   Satisfied with her work, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and smiled.
She laid back, and spread her legs wide.

   "Time is of the essence," she directed.  "Get to it, and save the
platitudes for tomorrow.  It's called a 'quickie' for a reason!  Fuck me
hard!"

   Enough said...  Prepare to be ravished!

   I knelt between her legs, and she guided me in, groaning as I hit bottom
on the second stroke.  If she wanted it hard and fast, I could do that.  I
hooked her legs over my forearms, and went for it.

   The house was quiet, other than the raucous sounds emanating from
Vonnie's bedroom, of course.  I was grunting loudly, Vonnie was screaming
with joy, and our bodies were crashing into each other, sending the sharp
report of flesh meeting flesh into the still night air.  This was simply a
stylized masturbation session, as we used each other to get ourselves off.
There was no caring, and no instructing.  It was a race to finish.

   She had an advantage, though.  She could cum more than once, where as
when I was finished...  I was finished.  Also, I was up on my arms,
pounding her hard, and that abused her clit, just like earlier this
afternoon.  She was just screaming through her second orgasm when I felt it
coming...  uh, cumming.

   "Oh shit!" I bellowed, yanking my cock out of her pussy.  I stroked it
furiously, and exploded, shooting ropes of glop across her heaving breasts.


   "Danny!" I heard from behind me.  My head snapped around in terror, to
find a dark silhouette against the light of the hallway.

   "Oh SHIT!" I gasped, as my very short life flashed before my eyes. 
"Shelagh?  What are you doing here?!"

   "Siobhan forgot her phone at our place, and Mom sent me over with it,"
she explained, then realized she had little to apologize for.  Actually,
she had nothing to apologize for.  I appeared to be the one defiling my
Aunt.  Mea culpa.  "What the fuck are YOU doing here?!"

   "Pretty much what it looks like," Vonnie said, suddenly finding her
voice.  She didn't even try to cover herself, as she flipped on the bedside
lamp.  My semen was dripping down her buxom chest.  "With my blessing, I
might add.  He's really very good."

   "But...  But...  But..." Shelagh began, trying to speak the unspeakable.


   "Yes, I know...  but we're related, right?" Vonnie offered.

   "Um yeah!" Shelagh blurted.  "Mom's gonna kill you!"

   I assumed that the threat was meant for me, but Vonnie had another
perspective.

   "She'll probably kill both of us," she said, with disarming calm. 
"She'll start with me, since it was my idea,"

   That statement seemed to derail Shelagh's rant, and her mouth opened,
but nothing came out.  It surprised me, too.

   "Danny!  Would you please?" Shelagh gestured, and covered her eyes.

   I was so shocked, I hadn't even moved since seeing my sister in the
doorway.  Naked, with my wilting dick in my hand and still dripping semen
onto Vonnie's leg, I imagine it was a shock for her as well.

   "Oh...  Right...  Sorry," I replied, trying to hide behind the covers.
It wasn't very effective, as Vonnie was still spread-eagled on top of them,
completely unconcerned that her niece was looking right up her hairless
vestibule, and watching my cum trickle across her nipples.  I saw Shelagh's
eyes flit across my body, before she looked away again.

   "Shelagh, come in here, please," Vonnie asked.

   "Not until you both put some clothes on," my sister said quietly.

   "Fair enough," my Aunt replied, rolling out of bed.  Near-death
experience or not, I couldn't help noticing her beautiful breasts swaying
as she did.  "You...  Dress," she pointed at me.  "You...  Sit," she
directed Shelagh.  "I'll be right back."

   I found my underwear, and was putting them on, when I felt my sister's
eyes on me.  I looked up.

   "What the fuck?" she asked me.  I just shrugged.  What could I say that
might make things better?

   Within seconds, Vonnie was back, pulling her robe closed around her
body. Shelagh was still glaring at me, as I continued dressing.

   "Okay.  Hey, thanks for bringing my phone back," Vonnie smiled.

   Shelagh's mouth dropped open.

   "Thanks for bringing your phone?!  I find my brother fucking my Aunt,
and I get 'thanks for bringing my phone'?!" She threw up her hands.  "Is
there something wrong with this picture?"

   "Relax, Shelly," Vonnie commanded, using her pet name for her niece. 
"This is just sex, nothing more.  I wanted it, and so did Danny."

   "But you're our Aunt!" Shelagh gasped.

   "Well, yes, but not in the normal sense, am I?  I'm almost your age,"
Vonnie said, remaining calm.  Yes, I'm your Aunt, and I'm fucking your
brother.  How about this weather, huh?

   Shelagh stalled again.  She wanted to stay furious, but Siobhan kept
knocking her off kilter.  It was blowing her mind.

   Vonnie sat next to her on the bed, and glanced at me.  She smiled, then
whispered something I couldn't hear in my sister's ear.  There was a long
conversation, with a few pauses for Shelagh to look at both of us
incredulously.  Eventually, Shelagh smiled weakly, and nodded.  She stood
up, and walked out.

   "Come on Danny.  Walk me home, before Mom gets worried," she called over
her shoulder.  "I'll be waiting outside."

   "What just happened here?" I asked, stunned.

   "I saved our collective asses," she exhaled, flopping back on the bed.
"I reasoned with her.  If it's just sex for the sake of sex, it's no
different than anything she does with her boyfriends.  The fact that we're
related isn't really relevant, any more than how many dates she has before
she puts out.  She's pretty much a slut, by the way...  but you didn't hear
it from me.  Lastly, I reminded her that the person who would be hurt the
most is her Mother.  Right or wrong, your Mom would pay the biggest price.
Even if we stop, the damage is done.  So she's going to play dumb, and
you're going to come over here tomorrow, and fuck me properly."

   My Aunt, the evil genius.  She had taken lemons and made not lemonade,
but champagne!

   "Danny?!" Shelagh called from downstairs.

   "Go, before she changes her mind.  I'll be here, and we can talk
tomorrow," Vonnie smiled.  "Nice quickie, by the way.  Good cumshot.  Even
got some in my hair." She winked.

   ***

   Downstairs, I expected Shelagh to fix me with an icy stare, but she was
surprisingly civil.  She was quiet, but not hostile.  About halfway home,
she opened up.

   "You know, if I'd been five minutes later getting home, I would have
missed the whole thing.  It still would have happened, but I wouldn't have
known, and the world would continue turning.  Maybe it's not as big a deal
as we've been led to believe," she said softly.  "Are you having fun?"

   "Yeah," I laughed.  "It's sex...  Isn't it always fun?"

   "Not in my experience," she shook her head.  "Not always.  Some guys are
pretty selfish."

   "Oh.  Sorry," I replied.  It made me question my motives somewhat.  Was
I being selfish?

   "So, Vonnie's teaching you?" she asked.  I nodded.  "You must be a good
student.  She's quite happy.  Sure sounded like it tonight.  I heard her
from outside the front door.  How did this get started?"

   She sure had questions.  Honesty...  at least between us...  seemed the
most logical way to keep it from blowing up in my face.

   "Oh, it's kind of embarrassing," I winced.  "Vonnie, um...  she gave me
a pair of her panties to sniff when I, um...  you know." She smiled, and
nodded.  "Growing boy with raging hormones in a house full of women?  I
suppose it was natural I'd gravitate toward the scent of your..."

   "Don't say it," she giggled.  "I get the picture.  I assume my undies
got the same treatment, somewhere along the way?"

   "Uh, yeah," I admitted.  "Sorry.  Do you want to hit me, or something?"

   "Not right now," she laughed.  "If I had known?  Yeah.  I'd kick you in
the junk."

   "Then I'm happy you never knew," I replied.

   We walked in silence for a while.  Soon, we were nearly home.

   "Shelagh?" I asked.

   "Yeah...  we're cool.  Just be careful.  Mom will not be as
understanding.  Guaranteed." She opened the front door, and sprinted up the
steps to her room.

   One bullet dodged.  For now.

   ***

   The next morning, everything was normal.  You'd never know my sister
caught me in flagrante delicto with our Aunt.  Mom, Shelagh and I all ate
breakfast together, before I did a few chores around the house.  Just
before ten, I said my goodbyes, and headed toward Vonnie.

   I spent a couple of hours helping her around the house.  We didn't play
any games, like the day before, but Vonnie made it clear we were still
going to be in her bedroom in the afternoon.  I was eagerly awaiting her
direction.

   After we ate lunch, Vonnie put the dishes in the sink.  She came back to
the table, where I was still sitting, and leaned over from the other side.
I wasn't paying attention, so she reached across many touched my chin. 
When I looked up, it was right into her magnificent cleavage.  I smiled.

   "Ah, that's better," she giggled.  "For a while there, I was worried you
had lost interest in me.  May I assume you're willing to risk it?"

   "Definitely," I replied.  "Lead the way?"

   She took my hand, and gently steered me in her wake, up the stairs and
into her room.  There, we slowly, lovingly undressed each other, and
slipped into her bed.  I was holding her in my arms, and we were kissing
softly.

   "So...  I'm at home, thinking about the two of you together," Shelagh
said, leaning against the door frame, with her arms crossed.  Both Vonnie
and I jumped in surprise.  "I gotta admit, it's getting me pretty worked
up. I was just about to use my vibrator to ease the tension when I think,
'Hey Shelly, why don't you just go and join them?' I mean...  It's just
sex, right?"

   She smiled, and stepped into the room, her fingers unbuttoning her
blouse as she did.  More and more of my sister's own ample chest became
visible, and I looked at Vonnie, who was as stunned as I was.

   She shrugged, and smiled.

   "My Mother taught me to share," she grinned.  "Come on in, Shelly.  He
can handle both of us."

   Oh my god!


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