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Awakening (m/F inc)
By: **jimfix@home.net (Jim Fix)
Date: May 26, 1998
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This story is copyrighted to the author and may not be used for
commercial purposes without the author's permission. (c) 1998
***
This story is pure fiction and contains incidents that
include explicit sex and incest. If these subjects offend I
would advise reading no farther.
When Dad walked into my Chemistry Class I knew something
was wrong. He should have been teaching Geometry this
period. After a whispered conversation with my teacher she
told me to gather up my things and go with Dad. It was
embarrassing to walk out in the middle of class with
everyone's eyes following me.
Once outside in the hallway Dad told me that Grandpa Jones,
Mom's father had passed away and we were leaving for the
farm as soon as we could pack. Mom would meet us at home;
she was turning her elementary class over to a sub. A
couple of hours later we were driving through a rainy April
afternoon to my grandfather's farm.
I had been to funerals and wakes before and I wasn't
looking forward to this one. The mood in the car was somber
matching the weather outside. Four hours of driving and
listening to my parents discuss the implications of
Grandpa's death did not make for a happy trip.
We arrived just before dark and were welcomed by Aunt Bea,
Mom's younger sister. She waved us inside the farmhouse out
of the rain and asked if we were hungry. She had cooked up
a buffet style meal anticipating the arrival of relatives
and friends.
"Look at you!", Aunt Bea exclaimed grabbing me by both
hands and looking up at me, "The last time I saw you Ron,
you were knee high to a grasshopper!"
"I've grown a little since then.", I managed to reply
sheepishly. It had only been a couple of months since she
had seen me last but this was her usual opener.
"Boy, have you. How about a hug and kiss for your favorite
aunt?", she said and gave me a bear hug and kissed me on
the cheek.
"But Aunt Bea, you're my only aunt.", I said repeating a
familiar joke that we had worn out long ago.
"That's why you're my favorite nephew.", she replied still
following the script.
"The only nephew.", we said in unison.
We laughed together and I returned her hug and kiss.
"Go get yourself something to eat while I talk with my
sister and her excuse for a husband. Sure you're not a
woods colt? You sure don't look like him.", she said
indicating my father.
With that statement she hugged Dad in welcome and then Mom.
I headed for the food leaving them to sort out whatever
needed discussing.
A lighthearted exchange like this may seem out of place
with a death in the family but Grandpa's passing hadn't
been unexpected. He had been ill for months and the last
couple of months he had been in a coma. Everyone had
expected to get a phone call for a long time and when it
had finally came a sense of relief came with it. We were
all saddened by his passing but relieved to have his
suffering ended.
Another thing, one must understand Aunt Bea; she is the
family clown. She says the most outrageous things whenever
the mood strikes her but her smile and sparkling eyes
betray the good natured humor behind her remarks. No one is
offended by her sometimes biting comments; they just try to
reply in kind.
She is a short woman with a figure that is a little beyond
pleasingly plump. Always animated she seems to jiggle with
excitement and energy. Her eyes and smile are her best
features and can light up her immediate area when she's in
a good mood.
She likes to poke fun at my parents and their ordered
lifestyle as school teachers. Her life is a direct
contrast. She is an excellent cook and has a very
successful catering service in the city nearby. The
schedule and demands of catering fits her attitude and
lifestyle. Aunt Bea punches no clock, keeps no regular
hours, and answers to no one but herself. Her business
hours are whatever the job requires. She has a receptionist
that punches a clock and keeps the office open from nine
till five. Of course Aunt Bea is my favorite relative, the
joke about favorite aunt notwithstanding.
Friends and relatives straggled in as the evening
progressed. Soon the house was filled with people talking
softly about this or that. With each new arrival the
conversation started over again to fill the newcomers in on
the details of Grandpa's passing. I had heard the story so
many times I could recite it word for word like a litany
from memory.
About 10:30 Aunt Bea appeared beside me and sat down with a
tired sigh. She looked like she was just about out of gas.
"Hi Kiddo, how're you doing? I'm beat; I've been up since
yesterday.", she said in her rapid fire manner.
"I'm getting sleepy too. When's everyone going to bed?"
"When they've talked themselves out I guess. Your Mom and
Dad are as bad as the rest. I think they've forgotten about
you. Do you snore?"
"I don't think so; why?"
"I'm about to make you an offer. You have two choices; you
can sleep on a pallet on the floor or if you don't snore
you can bunk with me in my old room. Which will it be?"
"I guess you have a bunkmate; the floor doesn't sound too
inviting."
"I'll go tell you Mom where you'll be so she won't be
looking for you. Go get in bed before someone else takes
squatter's rights."
As she went to tell Mom I went to her old bedroom and
undressed. I didn't know where our bags were so I just
stripped down to tee shirt and shorts and jumped into bed.
A few minutes later Aunt Bea came in and locked the door
behind her.
"Relatives have a bad habit of not knocking; when they find
the door locked perhaps they'll go away and let us sleep.",
she explained. She turned the lights out and I could hear
the sounds of undressing and then felt the bed sag as she
climbed in the other side.
"Good night Ron."
"Good night Aunt Bea.", I replied.
The bed shook as she found a comfortable position and
settled down to go to sleep. Sleep came to me almost
immediately.
I awoke from a deep sleep thinking I was dreaming. Someone
was in bed with me and bumping me with their butt. As I
woke up I realized it wasn't a dream; I was sharing a bed
with Aunt Bea and she was the one bumping me.
"Wh-what's the matter?", I asked sleepily.
She laughed and pressed back against me as she said,
"You've been trying to put that thing in the wrong parking
spot.", and bumped against my morning erection to emphasize
her point.
We were lying front to back spoon fashion and I could feel
her soft behind against my erection. I rolled on my back
quickly and a very embarrassed boy answered, "Oh gosh, I'm
sorry; it was an accident. I was asleep."
"Hmmm, my little Ron has grown up in more ways than one I
see or . . . should I say feel? I'll bet you make your
girlfriend happy."
"I don't have a girlfriend.", I blurted out still
embarrassed. I knew Aunt Bea would make a few cutting
remarks after that admission.
She turned over on her other side facing me. "Look at
that!", she said looking at the blankets tented over my
usual morning condition, "How many girls have you made
happy with that thing?"
My embarrassment was growing by the second. Aunt Bea's
questions had taken an unusual turn even for Aunt Bea. A
truthful answer was also embarrassing for a teenager soon
to be sixteen. I knew better that lie to her; if she caught
me out I'd never hear the end of it. "None yet.", I
replied.
"That's terrible, we'll have to remedy that.", she replied
and I felt her hand fumbling with the fly on my shorts. I
was in a state of shock as Aunt Bea freed my erection from
the confines of my shorts and gripped it in her warm hand.
It began to throb as she slid her hand up and down its
length. "Do you like that?"
In my excitement my mouth filled with saliva and I had to
swallow a couple of times before I could answer, "Oh yes!"
"Take your shorts off; I've got a place to put that.", she
whispered in my ear. Her soft warm breath on my ear only
excited me more and I was dangerously close to an orgasm. I
was so nervous and excited I fumbled with my shorts for
long seconds before I could get them off but at last I
slipped them over my feet and threw them on the floor
beside the bed. The only thought on my mind was that at
long last I was going to find out what real sex was like.
"Lay back and let your Aunt Bea show you how it's done.",
she said and kneeled astride me.
With one hand she guided my throbbing penis to the opening
of her sex and slowly lowered herself down on it. Hot wet
flesh slid over the head and I could feel the beginnings of
an orgasm as she slid down gently until she took all of me
inside. When she paused for a second sitting with her full
weight on me the most incredible orgasm I had ever
experienced began. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed
me and I unloaded deep inside the hot confines of her
slippery flesh. Indescribable sensations began at the head
of my penis and radiated out through my body to the very
tips of my fingers and toes.
"Was that good?", she asked and bent over to kiss me with
warm moist lips.
"I can't tell you how good it was.", I whispered back and
returned her kiss.
"It's not over yet.", she said and began to move back and
forth causing little tickles as the dying waves of my
orgasm released the last drops of semen into her already
flooded sex.
She moved back and forth with increasing force and speed as
she sought her pleasure. Soon I was caught up in another
wave and I pushed upward trying to get deep inside as she
continued rocking back and forth. Each movement made wet,
slippery sounds that echoed the cadence of our lovemaking
through the room.
Her face screwed up in an expression that can only be
described as exquisite pleasure or utter torture and then
my own pleasure came again. I clamped my eyes tightly
closed and rode the wild wind of sensation that was even
more incredible than the first. I could feel her body tense
up as she sat still for a second or two and her
contractions gripped me again and again.
She lay down on top of me and the only sound was our
breathing as we came down from a high place. Her lips found
mine and we exchanged an open-mouthed kiss that went on and
on.
As we lay there kissing I enjoyed the warm, wet, slippery
feeling as my erection faded inside her. It was only then
that the real enormity of what I had just done sunk in. Not
only had I enjoyed my first sexual experience with a woman,
the woman was my aunt. We had violated a basic social taboo
and did I care? I hugged her even tighter and kissed her
with all the passion I could muster.
"God, I needed that.", she said smiling at me, "How did you
like your first time?"
"I hope it won't be my last."
"It won't if I have anything to do with it. What do you
think of your Aunt Bea now?"
"You're definitely my favorite aunt."
"I guess I'm your only fucking aunt also but that's not for
publication.", she laughed.
For a second I was shocked at her choice of words but when
I considered the situation I could see the humor in her
comment. "What does that make me?", I asked falling into
the spirit of the conversation.
Aunt Bea kissed me before she answered, "The best fucking
nephew I have."
We both laughed at that and with our laughter I slipped out
of her sex with an almost audible plop. When the cold air
hit my penis still wet and sticky from lovemaking I
realized I needed the bathroom in the worst way. I hugged
and kissed her again before I said, "I hope you don't mind
but I have to go to the bathroom before I have an
accident."
She returned my kiss and rolled off me. "Hurry, I'm next.
Be quiet and see if anyone is awake yet."
I got reluctantly out of bed and slipped on my jeans. I
tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom listening for any
sounds but all I could hear was the silence of a sleeping
house. When I returned I peeked into the living room.
Someone was asleep on the sofa and more people were
sleeping on the floor. I slipped back into the bedroom to
find Aunt Bea putting on her robe. "Anyone awake?", she
asked quietly.
"No, it looks like everyone is sleeping."
"Good, I hope they sleep a little longer. Jump in bed and
I'll be right back."
While she was gone I reran this morning's amazing events. I
had often thought about what sex would be like but none of
my imaginings were a pale shadow of the real thing. I
played every second I could remember over in my mind and
soon became aroused again.
Aunt Bea came through the door and held a finger to her
lips signaling silence. She carefully closed and locked the
door not making a sound. She took off her robe revealing
she was naked underneath and soundlessly crawled back in
bed.
After a moment or two someone knocked softly on the door
and I heard a voice say, "She was up all night and all day
yesterday. I guess she's sound asleep. Let her sleep; she
needs the rest."
"I guess you're right; we can talk to her when she wakes
up."
Footsteps faded down the hall and went into the living
room. Aunt Bea rolled over close to me and gave me a big
hug and kiss. One hand slipped between us and gripped my
revived penis.
"Are you always ready for action?", she whispered, "I could
get used to this."
"I don't know."
"Let's find out; you get on top this time and be quiet. We
don't want to start a scandal."
Moments later I was laying on top basking in the afterglow
when she kissed me. We could hear people stirring in other
parts of the house. She giggled almost like a girl and then
whispered, "It's a good thing the walls aren't transparent.
Wouldn't everyone be shocked if they knew what we were
doing?"
"Mom and Dad would ground me forever."
"We can't let that happen, can we?"
"No, this is too much fun.", I replied.
"Tonight when you get sleepy just come in here and go to
bed. Don't make a big deal out of it; just disappear, OK?"
"OK."
"Get off me now, you're getting heavy and it's time we got
up. You go first and if anyone asks I'm still sleeping."
Later during the day I got lost in the backwaters of all
the activity. Funeral arrangements had to be made and the
bulk of that fell on Mom and Aunt Bea. I spent my day
wandering around the farm trying to stay out of everyone's
way. It was late afternoon when Mom, Dad, and Aunt Bea
returned from town.
Mom hugged me and went into her room with tears streaming
down her face; Dad followed her. Aunt Bea took me by the
hand and said, "Ron come keep me company for a while; I
don't want to be alone."
I followed her into her room amid murmurs of sympathy from
the others that crowded the house. Once inside her room
behind closed doors Aunt Bea completely lost control of
herself. I didn't know anything else to do so I just held
her in my arms like a child and let her cry herself out. We
lay on the bed and she buried her face against my chest and
let her grief flow out with her tears. After a long while
she was silent. When I looked at her she had fallen asleep.
I gently disentangled myself and made her comfortable with
a pillow and took off her shoes. I covered her with a light
blanket and kissed her gently on the cheek before quietly
leaving the room.
When I entered the living room conversations died and all
eyes turned to me. Someone asked, "How's Bea doing?"
I carefully framed an answer before replying, "She was
pretty broken up but she's sleeping now."
"A little sleep will be good for her; it was nice of you to
comfort her.", someone else commented.
I nodded an acknowledgment of the compliment and went to
the kitchen to find something to eat. The table was loaded
with food that neighbors had brought and I filled a plate
with whatever looked good. All the chairs were filled with
people exchanging gossip or getting reacquainted so I went
out back on the porch and sat on the steps to eat.
Country folks come together when a death occurs. My
extended family members were all basically farmers at heart
and a death in the family calls for a gathering of the
clan. Everyone flocks to the home of the deceased to offer
whatever comfort they can to the immediate family.
Neighbors drop by to see if there is anything they can do
to help during the bereavement and usually bring something
in a covered dish to help feed all the houseguests. Of
course everyone has to socialize with everyone else so the
house is filled with people softly talking about every
imaginable subject.
Those relatives who come from far away bunk up however they
can until after the funeral. It would be considered an
insult to ask someone to stay at a motel and if one of the
relatives stayed at a motel voluntarily that would be an
insult to the hospitality of the house. Sleeping
arrangements were rough and ready with no privacy. Sharing
a room with Aunt Bea never raised an eyebrow among the
guests; it was just an accommodation for the occasion.
Under different circumstances it would cause a scandal.
I had just finished eating and was procrastinating about
facing all the relatives again when Dad came out of the
house and sat down next to me.
"How's it going?", he asked.
"I'm OK. How's Mom?"
"She'll be alright. Making the funeral arrangements today
brought home the fact that her father was really gone.
How's Bea?"
"She was pretty broken up for a while. When I left her she
was sleeping."
"It was pretty grown up of you to comfort her. You know she
thinks the world of you. I guess I couldn't have hand
picked a better sister-in-law; I've grown to like her a
lot."
"The favorite aunt thing is more than a joke with me; she's
my favorite person outside you and Mom."
"Stick by her; she'll need all the support she can get
until this is over."
"I'll take care of her Dad."
"That's my man. Well, I'd better go inside and make an
appearance.", Dad replied and went back inside.
I sat for a few moments more before I plunged into the
crowd inside. I leaned back on the steps and relaxed
letting my mind wander. All day long when I had a moment to
think or relax Aunt Bea popped up in my thoughts. The
escapade in bed seemed like a dream now. Did it really
happen? Having sex with my aunt was so outlandish it had
the quality of a dream about it; it was unreal. Did it
really happen or did I imagine it?
It had happened; the memory was too vivid for a dream. I
grew excited just thinking about it and my jeans became
uncomfortable. Would it happen again? Hadn't she told me to
sleep with her tonight? Would she still want to repeat what
we had done this morning in her present state of mind?
Questions, questions, too many questions about a situation
that couldn't happen but it had. What was expected of me? I
hadn't the foggiest idea of how to carry on an affair with
an adult much less my aunt. I decided on a simple course of
action; I'd let her take the lead.
I gathered up my plate and dinner things and took them back
to the kitchen. I wandered into the other rooms but I
didn't spot Aunt Bea. Perhaps she was still sleeping. I
decided to look in on her to see if everything was OK.
"That you Ron?", a sleepy voice asked when I opened the
bedroom door.
"It's me, how are you feeling?"
"Much better now; close the door and come over here please.
I don't need a bunch of people wanting to talk to me right
now."
I closed and locked the door before going to the bed and
sitting on the side. She reached for my hand and held it in
both of hers. "Thanks for putting up with a blubbery woman
this afternoon. I promised myself I wouldn't lose it but
the business at the funeral parlor was a little too much
for me."
"I didn't do anything."
"Yes you did; you were here when I needed someone. Which
reminds me, I need a good hug and kiss right now. Do you
think you have one saved up for me?", she said and gently
pulled me down beside her.
"I have as many as you want.", I replied.
"We'll see.", she said before kissing me.
Our kissing became heated and we pressed our bodies
together hugging each other as tightly as we could. I was
immediately aroused and when she felt my erection throbbing
against her she said, "I think I had better get up before
we get carried away. Can you wait until later when
everyone's asleep?"
"I guess I'll have to wait if you say so."
"I say so but not because I want to; I'd rather stay here
with you but duty calls. Give me a kiss to hold me until
later."
This kiss lasted longer than the last and she pressed her
body against mine making the motions of lovemaking. I
responded in kind and soon we were huffing and puffing,
almost beyond reason with desire. She pulled away suddenly
and scurried off the bed.
"I'd better get out of here while I can. Wait a few minutes
before you come out; you look like you have an ear of corn
in your pocket.", she said with a crooked little smile.
Before I could reply she was gone. I had never felt so
alone before; the room felt a few degrees cooler and where
my body had touched hers and shared her animal heat seemed
naked and exposed to a winter's blast.
Aunt Bea had removed any doubts I had about her earlier;
waiting until later would be hard but I would. I lay
fantasizing about what would happen later tonight and that
was counterproductive. I was supposed to be getting control
of myself but it couldn't happen while visions of a naked
Aunt Bea chased through my head. I remembered what had been
and wondered about what would happen in the future in
endless circles. I must have fallen asleep for I woke up
when Aunt Bea shook me.
"Wake up and go to bed.", she said and then laughed. "That
sounds stupid. Why wake someone up who is already in bed
and tell them to go to bed?"
"I dunno.", I mumbled and sat up on the edge of the bed and
began to undress.
"I don't either.", she replied and began to undress also.
"Can you think of a good reason to get undressed?"
"I can sleep a lot better without my clothes on . . . . and
then there's . . . .", I answered my voice trailing off too
embarrassed to finish the last part.
"Yes, there's that. Did I shock you this morning?"
"A little, I think you surprised me mostly. I never dreamed
. . . .", I replied unable to finish what I wanted to say
again.
Aunt Bea sat beside me before continuing, "Girls get horny
just like boys do. You told me that you had never been with
a girl before this morning. Don't you get so horny
sometimes that you . . . . ?", letting the question trail
off and my imagination supplied an appropriate ending. She
smiled at me when I flushed fiery red with embarrassment.
"Girls do that too and so do women for that matter. Right
now I know one woman who needs some attention in that
department and I think I know just the right young man to
take care of her."
Aunt Bea stood up and hugged my head against her tummy. I
kissed her on the navel and she giggled. "That tickles;
don't get me laughing we might draw attention." I kissed
the soft skin a little lower down just above the triangle
of hair between her legs. "Naughty, naughty.", she said
softly and hugged me even tighter before she released me
from her embrace and climbed into bed.
I joined her under the blankets and she snapped out the
light on the nightstand plunging the room into total
darkness. We hugged and kissed as I explored her body
inexpertly with my hands. She had large breasts as most
chubby women do and when I began to cup them with the palm
of my hand she guided me until my mouth was on one of her
nipples. I felt her hand go down between my legs and grip
my penis. With gentle strokes she began massaging it; how
different it feels when a soft female hand is doing the
stroking.
When I could wait no longer I climbed on top and made a
clumsy attempt to penetrate but after a few misses she took
my erection in her hand and guided it home. With a few
tentative thrusts my entire length slipped inside. I began
the motions of love only to unload in an immediate orgasm.
I lay still and enjoyed the afterglow just a little
embarrassed that I had finished so quickly.
Aunt Bea kissed me with hot wet lips and whispered in my
ear, "That was quick; rest a moment and try again. Don't
worry; this is all new to you so things will happen fast
the first few times."
"I'm so sorry, what about you?"
"I'm OK; just wait a moment and you'll be ready to go
again. That's the advantage of being young."
Her soft body felt marvelous lying under me. I felt a
contraction grip my penis like the soft grip of a hand.
Once, twice, three times the soft flesh deep inside her
hugged my awakening erection. I kissed her and was rewarded
with another wet embrace deep within that brought me to a
state of throbbing desire. Each time my heart beat I would
throb and she would answer me with a soft contraction.
Again I began to make the motions of love and she responded
matching me thrust for thrust. Soon we were both caught up
in the throes of an orgasm. Aunt Bea clamped her mouth on
mine in a violent open-mouthed kiss to silence our moans
and groans of pleasure. I exploded in wave after wave as I
felt her go rigid and then relax in a simultaneous orgasm.
We lay limp in each other's arms still holding the kiss.
I knew I had experienced a wonderful thing. We were warm
and snug under the blankets and my whole world had shrunk
to encompass this tiny cocoon inhabited by just the two of
us. Soft breasts against my chest; warm lips pressed to
mine; my body cradled between jackknifed thighs; and hot
,wet flesh twitching in the aftermath of orgasm enveloping
a waning erection made this moment perfect. An overwhelming
feeling of affection for the woman who had shared this
experience washed over me.
I hugged Aunt Bea even tighter and gently kissed her on an
ear before I whispered, "I love you Aunt Bea."
"I love you too, for all the wonderfully wrong reasons.",
she whispered back.
We lay in each other's arms for an interminable time
sharing the intimate peacefulness of our afterglow. Finally
Aunt Bea stirred as she tried to find a more comfortable
position. She gave me a quick hug and said, "I think it's
time for you to get off; parts of me are going to sleep."
I rolled off beside her and she cuddled close laying on her
side with a leg thrown across my middle and her head on my
arm. I gave her a one-armed hug as she settled in. "If my
leg gets heavy just push it off. . . . That was fantastic
Ron; I haven't been this satisfied in a long, long time.
Kiss me goodnight; I think I'll sleep like a log tonight."
After her goodnight kiss she said, "If you wake up before I
do wake me or if I wake up first I'll wake you so we can
have fun again. That OK with you?"
"I'll bet I wake up first."
"We'll see. How many of your friends have fun before
breakfast?"
"None that I know; in fact I doubt that any of them have
ever had this kind of fun."
"Your favorite aunt is good for something and my favorite
nephew is pretty good too. With a little practice you'll
learn how to use this thing.", she said and gripped my limp
penis hard enough to hurt a little before she relaxed her
hand. "Let's get some sleep now. See you in the morning."
I tried to stay awake and think about everything that had
happened on this eventful day but sleep claimed me before I
could form a coherent train of thought.
When I finally woke up the bed was empty beside me; Aunt
Bea was gone. I lay listening to the house sounds and heard
excited talking coming form the kitchen. From the sound of
things the whole house was awake so I might as well get up
and see what was going on. I put on jeans and a tee shirt
before walking to the bathroom. I was lucky; it was empty.
A few minutes later I joined the group in the kitchen. Aunt
Bea spotted me coming in and yelled above the hubbub, "I
see the sleepyhead just woke up; want a cup of coffee Ron?"
I nodded assent and looked around for a place to sit but
every surface that was suitable for a seat was filled. Mom
introduced me to some of the new people who had arrived
earlier that morning. That explained Aunt Bea's absence.
Aunt Bea handed me a cup and gave me a quick kiss on the
cheek. "Sorry about this morning. I'll talk with you
later.", she whispered.
I nodded and headed for the back porch where at least I
could find a seat on the steps. I sipped my coffee and felt
glum about what might have been. I could hear a lot of
activity in the kitchen and a few minutes later Aunt Bea
came out to join me.
"How're you doing for coffee? Want another cup?", she
asked.
"I could use one."
"Give me your cup and I'll get us some."
She returned and handed me a fresh cup as she sat on the
steps beside me. "I've got some bad news; Uncle Joe and his
son Tom came in early this morning for the funeral and I
gave them and their wives my room and Dad's room. I guess
you can figure out the rest."
"Yeah, I get the picture.", I replied my voice thick with
disappointment.
"Bring your coffee; lets walk out to the gazebo where we
can talk."
I followed her out behind the house where a gazebo was
hidden in a grove of apple trees. We took chairs and sat
across a table facing each other. Aunt Bea covered my hand
with hers and gave it a little squeeze. Her touch
transformed the moment. I had been disappointed about this
morning and now with a single touch she had dispelled my
disappointment and confirmed our intimacy.
"Have you thought about us much since yesterday morning?",
she asked for openers.
"Not a lot, mostly I've been trying to believe it really
happened."
"Well, now that it has how do you feel about it and do you
want to continue our relationship?"
I took a sip of coffee to give myself some time to consider
my answer. I was in a brand new situation and I hadn't a
clue for what was expected of me. I decided to just tell
her what I really felt. "Yesterday morning came as a big
surprise, a wonderful surprise. I feel differently about
you now. Before you were my favorite person outside Mom and
Dad; I don't have the words to tell you how I feel about
you now but I don't want the feelings to stop."
"Yesterday morning came as a surprise to me also. I didn't
plan to seduce you; it just happened. I've been all tied up
taking care of Dad's affairs and trying to run my business
at the same time; I guess I'm a little over the edge. In
the best of times I don't have much time for boyfriends and
usually my crazy schedule puts them off anyway. To be
honest I live pretty much like a nun." Aunt Bea was silent
for a moment as she stared into her cup collecting her
thoughts.
"When I woke up yesterday you were snuggled up close to me
and I thought how intimate and nice it felt to wake up next
to someone. Then there was that thing poking me in the
butt.", she said laughing. "I thought about how long it had
been since I had had real sex and soon my imagination was
running away with me. On impulse I woke you and the rest is
history." She paused to sip from her cup and looked off in
the distance for a second or two. "Have you thought about
the implications of our relationship or what would happen
if we were discovered?", she continued.
"You're my aunt and that's a no-no. If anyone found out
there would be hell to pay.", I replied.
"More than that, I could go to jail on top of the scandal.
How did we get into this?", she asked herself. "It would be
easier if we never saw each other again; we could just
chalk this up as a one time thing and get on with our
lives. The problem is we see each other often and every
time we see each other we'll remember yesterday. It would
have been better if we had never started but now that we
have just thinking about you drives me crazy. What do we
do?"
A silence fell and I thought about our situation for the
first time. What had been so simple a little while ago had
suddenly became very complicated. Until now I hadn't
thought about much more than the next time we made love. It
wasn't that simple anymore. I was involved with a blood
relative and I wanted to continue the relationship. We
lived many miles apart so how would we get to opportunity
to see each other with the privacy needed to keep our
affair secret? I wanted this woman and to hell with all the
rest.
"Aunt Bea, I meant what I said last night; I'm crazy about
you too."
She leaned across the table and kissed me. "I meant it too.
I guess we'll just have to figure something out."
"Everything seemed so simple until this morning. Now things
are complicated.", I observed.
"Let me think about this for a while; I'll come up with
something. I already have an idea that might get us some
time together after the funeral. How are your grades in
school?"
"Pretty good, A's and B's."
"Think you could get away with a couple of days absence
next week?"
"I could make up the missed work and Mom or Dad could help
me catch up with my studies."
"Good, Sunday your Mom and I are going to talk about Dad's
estate. I'll put on a show about not wanting to stay out
here another night and I'll ask her to let you help me move
my things to my apartment in town. How does that sound?"
"Great, I'm sure she and Dad will let me help.", I replied
remembering Dad's remarks from yesterday.
"Just hope they don't know how you are helping me.", she
said in a conspiratorial voice, "Give me a real hug and
kiss before we go back to the house."
We stood up and she came into my arms. When we kissed she
pressed her body against mine and I grew excited
immediately. When she felt my need press against her she
said, "Just wait until Sunday and I'll take all the starch
out of that thing. We'd better go now or I'll rape you
right here in front of God and everybody."
"I'd like that.", I replied.
"I'll bet you would.", she said laughing and spun out of my
arms. She started back up the path to the house and called
back, "Come on; let's go have some breakfast. I'm starved."
That was the last peaceful moment we had alone until after
the funeral. The rest of the day and evening was spent amid
the turmoil of getting ready for the wake and at the wake
itself. Saturday was even worse as everyone hurried to get
ready for the funeral. Aunt Bea and I hardly saw each other
until we were seated side by side at the chapel.
Funeral services are something that can only be endured. I
listened with half an ear as the minister droned on and on
about Grandpa. What he was saying didn't quite match my
memory of the man. Grandpa had been distant and gruff. Dad
had tried to befriend him but Grandpa had rebuffed Dad and
a state of truce existed between them for as long as I
could remember.
Mom said her father had wanted sons but after two girls he
decided that he would father no more children. When Mom
married Dad Grandpa had thrown a literal fit. Grandpa had a
very low opinion of men who taught school for a living. He
had little respect for a man who did not do men's work and
his definition of men's work was very narrow. Farmers, of
course, were the foundation of civilization.
His idea of a role for women was even narrower, they were
to marry, keep house, and have children. If they didn't
marry they should stay at home and help their mothers. It
had been a major war to get him to agree to let Mom go to
college. He had been a living fossil; not the strong
upstanding pillar of the community the minister was
praising. He wasn't strong; he was stubborn and inflexible.
Aunt Bea shifted her position and I felt a soft thigh press
against mine. I nudged her with a shift of my own in
acknowledgment and she took my hand and held it.
I thought about Aunt Bea and how she had cared for Grandpa
after Grandma had died nearly ten years ago. She had
started her business after dropping out of college between
her second and third year. Grandpa had disapproved but she
had persisted and made it a success. She bought the
building she had been leasing and renovated it. To get away
from the farm and his constant griping and complaining she
turned part of the second floor into an apartment and her
private office.
With the new apartment she didn't have to put up with
Grandpa's intolerance and achieved a modicum of
independence. When he had gotten sick she had alternated
between the farm and town. Her employees were able to keep
things running during her absences and she could take care
of most things that needed her personal touch by phone. If
something required her presence she could drive into town
in minutes.
She hadn't said anything but I figured that Grandpa's
passing must have relieved her of a heavy burden. She had
been the daughter who had remained close by and she had
been the one who had taken care of him and his affairs when
he was unable to care for himself. I also knew that Mom
felt a little guilty about Aunt Bea's assumed
responsibility for their father's care. Once when Mom tried
to bring the subject up Aunt Bea had dismissed it and
pointed out that Mom had a family where she didn't.
The minister was winding down and soon we would have to pay
our last respects. I moved my legs to a new position; it
would be embarrassing if I fell flat on my face when a
sleeping leg collapsed under me.
The burial finally ended and everyone had returned to the
farm. Seeing a casket and an open grave somehow puts a
period at the end of a life. Many of the relatives and
friends were making their departure and most of the others
would soon leave. Grandpa's brother and his family would
leave the next morning. Aunt Bea asked Mom and Dad to stay
until tomorrow so they could discuss Grandpa's estate
privately.
Over the past few days my primary interest had become Aunt
Bea and when we could be alone together but this Saturday
night I had to sleep on the living room floor again. Aunt
Bea got the sofa. Everyone else had concerns about how
their lives would be changed by Grandpa's death; my major
concern was more basic.
The next morning after breakfast the last of the family
departed to return home. After the breakfast clutter was
cleaned up and the dishes washed and put away Aunt Bea put
a box full of papers on the kitchen table and Mom, Dad, and
I sat down with her to go over Grandpa's financial affairs.
Aunt Bea had all the records since she had been appointed
Grandpa's guardian. Every detail was organized and filed
including copies of every document for Mom. Grandpa had
been a prudent man when it came to money and the farm. When
Aunt Bea got through explaining the will and Grandpa's
holdings it was plain that she and Mom were very
comfortable financially.
The farm and what to do with it was the only point that
really required discussion. Mom suggested selling it but
Aunt Bea wanted to keep it and continue leasing it out. She
explained that the city was growing and developments were
springing up closer and closer to the farm. The value of
the land could only go up. The lease would pay the taxes
and provide a small income for the foreseeable future.
Later they could sell it for a much better price. Dad sided
with Aunt Bea and after thinking about it Mom agreed.
The discussion moved on to other things and out of nowhere
Mom commented, "Honey, we could afford to go to the summer
session and work on our Masters Degree. I know you've
always wanted to get a Masters. Why not?"
Dad thought for a second or two before replying, "I want to
go to the university and that means we would have to spend
the summer there. What would we do about Ron?"
"We could take him with us."
"We would be spending most of our time in class or
studying; how would we supervise him in a strange city?"
Mom looked disappointed until Aunt Bea joined the
conversation. "I might have a solution. I could use some
help this summer and I have an extra room in my apartment.
Why not let Ron stay with me?"
"We wouldn't want to impose on you.", Dad replied.
"It won't be an imposition, I can use the help and he could
earn a little extra money. Why not?"
"Are you sure Bea? A teenage boy can be a handful.", Mom
replied.
"I'll keep him busy learning the catering business. What do
you think Ron? Want to spend the summer working for me?"
The whole world had turned upside down in a second.
Spending the summer with Aunt Bea was the answer to every
sweaty fantasy I had ever had but I didn't want to appear
too eager. "Why not? I think it would be fun."
"Are you sure Ron?", Dad asked.
"Yeah, it will be something different and I know how much
you and Mom want to go back to school. I'll be all right."
"If you're happy with this Ron I guess we go back to school
this summer. I hope you know what you've let yourself in
for Bea.", Dad said.
The discussion moved on to Mom and Dad's school plans. The
three adults talked the subject to death and I saw the
first real sparkle return to Mom's eyes since she had
gotten the news of her father's death. She had moved on to
other things.
As the conversation was winding down and turned to the
subject of the trip home Aunt Bea asked, "I wonder if I
could ask a big favor of you two?"
"Sure, what do you need?", Dad asked.
"I need to move out of this house and back to town today. I
wonder if you would let Ron miss a couple of days school
and help me get my things moved. I don't think I ever want
to be alone in this place again after all I've been
through."
"He has to make up his missed class work already; missing a
couple of more days won't make much difference. What do you
think Honey?", Dad asked Mom.
"As long as he's back in class Wednesday I guess it'll be
all right. Ron, want to help your Aunt Bea?"
"Sure, I've never seen her place since she had it
remodeled."
"It's not much, just an apartment. I have a nice guest room
with a view of the river and downstairs I have three huge
refrigerators full of food if you get hungry. I might work
you hard but I'll feed you good.", Aunt Bea said laughing
at her own joke.
Mom and Dad decided to grab lunch on the road and left as
soon as we loaded their things in the car. Aunt Bea and I
waved goodbye as they drove off.
"Let's go close the place up and put our bags in the car.
We can have lunch at my place."
"What about all your things that have to be moved?"
"I don't have anything here to move. I thought you wanted
to spend some time with me?"
"Oh, I see.", I replied embarrassed by my naiveté.
Aunt Bea gave me a friendly hug and said, "Let's hurry and
get this place locked up. I'd like to leave here, too many
memories most of them unhappy."
Thirty minutes later we parked behind the catering service
building and carried our bags upstairs to her apartment.
The transition from outside an ordinary commercial building
to the inside of her apartment was a shock. A plain set of
iron stairs led up to the entryway and when I entered the
living room the place took my breath away.
The living room split the apartment and divided the
bedrooms from the kitchen and office. It was arranged into
three separate areas; A dining area, a conversation area
arranged around a free-standing fireplace, and another area
with an entertainment center.
All I could say was, "Wow!"
"I guess that means you like my place.", Aunt Bea
commented. "Come with me and I'll show you the bedrooms."
She led me into a tee shaped hallway and pointed to a door.
"That's your bedroom; put your bag in there."
The bedroom was large and airy with a huge spread of glass
for a window that covered one whole wall. The view looked
out over the river and the rolling land beyond. I sat my
bag down and Aunt Bea opened the door to the bathroom. I
had never seen a bathtub as large as this one. It was huge
and deep set into the floor with the top at floor level.
Again all I could say was an uninspired, "Wow!"
Aunt Bea laughed and replied to my brilliant oratory, "I
guess you are suitably impressed; your vocabulary has been
reduced to a single word. How do you like the tub?"
"It's almost as big as a swimming pool. I think it's
great."
"Imagine the fun we can have in there. Want to take a bath
later?"
"Anytime you're ready."
"Let's save that for later; I want to show you the rest of
the apartment and we have to go downstairs and meet
everyone who is working today."
"You're the boss."
Aunt Bea's bedroom was a mirror image of mine but the
window looked out on the city and the mountains beyond. She
said she liked the view of the mountains better than the
river so she had picked this bedroom.
On the other side of the living room was a large kitchen
big enough to cook for a banquet. Aunt Bea explained that
this was the kitchen for her experiments and to supplement
the facilities downstairs if needed. Her private office and
a half bath was across the hall from the kitchen. Double
doors at the end of the hall opened into a large storage
area that took up the rest of the second floor. Stairs led
down to the work area below. I could hear people talking
and the sounds of activity below.
I followed her down the stairs into a maelstrom of frantic
activity. One lady detached herself from a conversation and
walked over to where we stood. "Hi Boss, you doing OK.
Everyone is sorry about your father."
"I'm fine; this wasn't unexpected. I'd like for you to meet
my nephew, Ron. Ron this is Pat, she runs the place but I
haven't given her a title yet."
Pat shook my hand and we exchanged pleasantries. Pat and
Aunt Bea discussed current operations which included; two
wedding receptions, a formal dinner party, and a luncheon
tomorrow. Everything was way over my head but Aunt Bea
seemed to be satisfied. To my untrained eye I was standing
in the midst of chaos.
"Want me to send you something up for lunch? We have some
nice stuffed chicken breasts.", Pat volunteered.
"You like chicken Ron?", Aunt Bea asked.
"Sure."
"Better put extra portions on his plate Pat; teenagers are
always hungry."
"OK, I'll have Carlos put together a nice dessert also."
"Sounds great. I'll introduce Ron to everyone before we go
back upstairs and get out of your way."
"Lunch in thirty minutes OK?", Pat asked.
"Sounds fine.", Aunt Bea replied.
"Come on Ron, I'll show you around and introduce you to the
rest of the folks."
I followed her from one place to another and met most of
the staff. She explained that there were others who were
not working today. I saw refrigerators and freezers full of
food. There was a liquor cabinet and a wine cellar both
under lock and key. At one end of the building were
dressing rooms for the staff to change in and out of their
uniforms. Waitress, bartender, or on-site chef each had a
special uniform according to their job. Aunt Bea's stock
went up in my book.
Mom, Dad, and I had imagined a small kitchen and a couple
of vans as the extent of Aunt Bea's business. The reality
was something else again. She had a major operation that
even I could see was many times larger than I could have
ever imagined. Like any teenage boy my interests ran to
cars and girls but this was impressive. I followed Aunt Bea
in open-mouthed wonder.
After the introductions and my tour were finished we
started back up the steps when Pat called out, "Lunch will
be up in about ten minutes."
"Thanks Pat.", Aunt Bea replied.
One of the girls brought a lunch tray up to the apartment
in a few minutes. I had been expecting a plate with food on
it but I was presented with a work of art. It seemed a
shame to pick up even one item with a fork and destroy
perfection.
"What's the matter; something wrong with your lunch?", Aunt
Bea asked.
"No, nothing's wrong; it just seems a shame to mess up
something this perfect."
"That's perhaps the most sincere compliment I have ever
heard; I'll tell Carlos. He loves compliments. Wait till
you taste it."
When I dug into my plate I couldn't believe how good the
food tasted. The chicken breasts were skinless and stuffed
with almonds and something unidentifiable; a light sauce
with almond bits only added to the taste. I had never eaten
food like this. Fluffy rice and sliced green beans mixed
with an unknown white vegetable that added an interesting
crunch when chewed rounded out the main course. I ate
everything on my plate without needing any prompting.
Dessert was just as remarkable, flaky pastry cups filled
with strawberries in sauce, smothered in whipped cream,
with a cherry on top.
Aunt Bea spooned the cherry off her dessert and offered it
to me as she said, "Want my cherry?"
I colored red at her innuendo and she laughed at my
embarrassment. "It's the least I can do for you; you gave
me yours. I lost mine before your were born so this one
will have to do."
I let her feed me the cherry and remained silent, unable to
think of a reasonable reply. I ate my dessert and thought
about Aunt Bea and I together on the farm. The more I
thought the more aroused I became. Soon I was sitting at
the table with a painful erection wondering how to get the
conversation around to what was uppermost on my mind. No
need to worry she solved the problem.
"When we finish lunch how would you like to wash off all
the sweat we worked up getting me moved? I'm dying to try
the big bathtub with a pertner and we could wash each
other's back."
"You have the best ideas Aunt Bea; that was a lot of hard
work."
"I always have good ideas and I just got another one; why
don't you drop the aunt and just call me Bea. Somehow the
aunt thing doesn't fit."
"I don't guess anything fits us.", I observed.
"Getting moral on me now Ron?"
"No, what difference would it make? We've already crossed
the bridge."
"You're right about that. Look at it this way; you're a
horny teenager and I'm a healthy woman. What the rest of
the world doesn't know can't hurt can it? What a waste it
would be if we didn't take care of each other's needs."
"It's been a long time since Thursday morning."
"Let's take that bath and catch up for all we've missed.
Race you to the tub.", Bea said and was gone before I could
react.
I followed her to the bathroom and found her turning on the
water. "That wasn't fair.", I complained. "You didn't give
me a chance."
"Let's get undressed while the tub fills and then you can
have all the chances you can handle."
She began undressing and I followed suit. When we were
completely naked she looked at me and exclaimed, "Look at
that!"
I glanced down and I had an erection standing out straight
in front of me like a pointer. "I've been this way since
Thursday."
Bea laughed and said, "I'll have to do something about
that.", and walked over and hugged me. "Let's get a quickie
while we wait on the tub to fill. We wouldn't want to waste
that would we?"
The tiles felt cool against my back; Bea kneeled astride me
as she said, "Lay still; I'll take care of everything."
Her hand was warm from testing the water. She grasped my
poor hungry penis and gently guided it to the opening of
her sex. I was expecting her to slip it inside and I
anticipated the pleasure of hot wet flesh as I probed her
depths but it was not to be. She barely inserted the head
inside the lips and slowly massaged her little button. I
almost went crazy with the urge to plunge my entire length
deep inside but she evaded my every attempt and told me to
lie still and enjoy. It was torture to lie there as she
teased me with just a hint of the pleasure her body offered
and it wasn't long until I unloaded all over both of us.
Only then did she let me slip all the way in as she lay
down on top of me and gave me a kiss.
"Did you like that?", she asked.
"It was torture at first but, yes, I liked it."
"There is more to sex than just boom, boom, boom. If you'll
let me, I'll teach you how to enjoy it then you can drive
your girlfriends up the wall."
"But I don't have a girlfriend and what about you?"
"What about me? Want to marry me?", she said with a
mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Let's get in the tub and
take that bath."
The water was very hot and I slid into the tub gingerly and
after I became accustomed to the water I settled beside Bea
submerged up to my chin. "This feels good after you get
used to it.", I observed.
"It feels better after you relax and soak all the kinks
out. Just lay back, close your eyes, and drift."
I did just that and soon I was in a peaceful never-never
land where everything was almost perfect but not quite. I
felt satisfied but strangely there was something missing.
It was as if I had sat down to a banquet and gotten up
before I had eaten my fill. I wanted more of Bea and the
pleasures she offered. A flash of insight, the action
beside the tub had only been an appetizer. She had said she
would teach me; I hoped she would continue the lessons
soon. My whole body grew sensitive to the slightest touch
and I was acutely aware of every place where her body
touched mine.
I felt her hand cup my scrotum and slide up to grasp my
limp penis. Within seconds of her touch I was alive and
ready but she wrote the script. There were many twists and
turns as Bea played out the afternoon; so many I don't have
a coherent memory of events. Everything is jumbled together
like a collage of sensations and pleasure or a series of
slides flashing on a screen for a split second to be
replaced by another in a random sequence.
I seemed to be magically transported from the bath to the
bed. Soft exploring caresses mixed with kisses raised the
curtain. Shock, then shock mingled with pleasure, and
finally pleasure alone when two warm lips settled down over
my manhood. My lips found nipples and soft flesh when
breasts passed by my face. A finger inside a warm slippery
place evoking moans of pleasure. The perfume of female musk
only inches from my nose as I gathered the courage to kiss
those glistening lips. My tongue exploring the pink
slipperiness hidden between her legs and the surprise when
I found pleasure as my tongue did forbidden things in
forbidden places. Soft yielding lips on mine flavored with
the taste of my own maleness mingled with exotic nectar
from deep within the female flower when our tongues
entwined in passion as flesh met flesh. Young manhood,
engorged and unyielding, seeking and finding a silken
grotto that opened and welcomed the penetrating flesh;
maleness seeking fulfillment that only dark, secret female
places can give. Sensation mounted on still more sensation
until my universe could hold it no longer and release
exploded like a nova leaving me drained and empty of
passion. I am finished; I am ashes; and, like the Phoenix,
I arise from my own ashes to be reborn and repeat the cycle
anew.
As I lay beside Bea exhausted with our lovemaking a thought
crossed my mind; summer couldn't get here fast enough!
THE END