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"Alright, Ma!" Charlie Meier jumped off the couch and pulled open the front door. His mother, Roxanne, was upstairs getting dressed. Aunt Vivianne swept in, and gave her 13-year- old nephew a hug. "Umph," she said, squeezing him, "How big you've got- ten. It's been just YEARS since I've seen you. So let me look at you. Turn around. What a little man." Charlie was hardly little. Skinny, yes, but at 5'11" he towered above his petite, dark-haired aunt. She and his mother hardly seemed like sisters. Redheaded Roxanne was larger, heavier, fairer and bustier than Vivianne; she favored their Irish father. Vivianne was small, slim, dark-haired and dark-eyed. She favored their Russian-Jewish mother. "Did you learn everything you've got to do?" Viv asked. "Of course, I did. Mom made me go to temple for the past 6 weeks including a special class. I missed six Saturdays of basketball." "Oh, basketball, shmasketball. Were there any nice girls at temple?" "Aunt VIV!" "Oh, alright. I can see you've got your mind on other things. But mark my words..." Charlie suddenly noticed how close Aunt Viv was, and how nice she smelled, it made him uncomfortable "pretty soon it'll be time for you to learn about women!" Before he could get a reply past the lump in his throat, Roxy bounced downstairs and embraced her sister. "Thank Gawd you're here!" she cried, "It's time to go. Charlie, run go get Mama her keys." While Charlie headed to the kitchen, Vivianne slipped a hand into Roxy's blouse and caressed her braless tit. "Not now, you moron," Roxy squealed. "The kid will be right back. My Gawd, 10 seconds in my house and already you're accosting me." "But I've missed you, sister dear," Viv protested, "It's lonely out on the West Coast without my big sister to comfort me. Besides," she added, "you were always the instigator." "Fine, fine, but at least wait until after this ordeal is over before we get reacquainted. This is Charlie's day." "Yes, it is," Vivianne agreed, half to herself, "yes it is." Charlie reappeared with his mother's keys in hand, and the three left the house. -*- LATER -*- The remains of the late supper lay spread over the table. Vivianne picked up a bottle and said "Any more Mogan David, anyone?" "Vivianne, that's not Mogan David," Roxanne corrected, "It's Ernest and Julio Gallo." "Were they Jewish?" Vivianne asked. "No, they were Italian." "Close enough. Any more Mogan Gallo? Roxy? Charlie?" Roxanne extended her glass. But Charlie shook his head, staring at his plate. "Hey, kid, whattsa matta? You no like-a Eye-talian Jewish wine?" "The wine's fine, Aunt Viv. I'm just not in the mood for it." "Hey, it's not every day you're bar mitzvah, y'know. You should enjoy yourself." "How can I enjoy myself," the youth retorted, "every- body else always wears expensive clothes and new watches and stuff. All my friends talked about tonight was their presents and money from their bar mitzvah. What do I got? Dinner with my Mom. Big deal! I get that every night." And with that he humphed off to his room. "You really should have brought him a present," Roxanne began. "Hey, what am I, Donald Trump-stein? The ticket cost me more than I could afford, but you insisted I come out. Who's idea was the cockamamie shindig anyway. You were never religious. I thought you were a closet Catholic." "I thought it was important that he observe his bar mitzvah, his entry into manhood. The least you could do is support me on this." "I support you, I support you," Viv said, "but I couldn't afford anything nice. Listen, I'll find some way to make it up to him." "Okay, you better. Now let's clean up and go to bed." "Now you're talking, Sis." "Hey, get your hand off my ass." "Gladly," giggled Viv sliding the hand to her sister's tits. "You still trim your pussy hair like a heart?" "No, in honor of Charlie's bar mitzvah I shaved it into a star of David." "You liar. Really, do you?" "That's for me to know and for you to find out." "Good, let's go." -*- STILL LATER -*- Roxy lay on her bed, flipping from Letterman to an old movie on Channel 9. She could hear her sister shower- ing up in the bathroom, and her mind drifted to younger days. Actually, the scenario back then hadn't been too dif- ferent from now. The two sisters shared a room... and each other's bodies. As usual, it had been the younger Vivian who had instigated matters. At the tender age of 12 she had been involved with more boys than Roxy had even dated at 18. That by no means meant that Roxanne was undersexed. To the contrary, she masturbated silently every night. But she never fooled the nosy, sharp-eyed Vivianne, who decided that the two should share the good times. So one night, when Roxanne had worked herself up pretty well, Vivianne slipped under the covers with her. Roxy snatched her hands away from her pussy, only to have them replaced by Viv's own slim little fingers. "What's the matter, sis?" she whispered, "Are you all hot and bothered?" Roxy tried to protest, but Vivianne was extremely adept, and she soon had her sister in the palm of her hand, so to speak. Pretty soon, Roxanne was cumming, clutching her younger sister around the shoulders and passionately kissing her lips. Their trysts soon progressed from mutual masturbation to all out sixty-nining, or "sister-nining" as Vivianne liked to call it. Within the year, Vivianne had arranged for both of them to lose their virginity. Roxanne was soon getting down and dirty with many different guys, until that fateful weekend with Charlie Meier, Sr., the result being that 5 weeks later Charlie stomped on a glass, everyone yelled "Mazel-tof!" and Roxanne was a pregnant bride. "Thank God your father wasn't alive to see this. At least he's Jewish," her mother had said. But Roxanne never forgot those great sessions with Viv, and the two had gotten together frequently until Viv had headed West 5 years ago. Now, idly stroking her pussy lips, she shivered in delight at the night ahead. Vivianne slid into bed naked and cupped her sister's pussy in one hand. "What's the matter, sis?" she whispered in an echo of the past and Roxanne's thoughts, "Are you all hot and bothered?" "I am now," Roxy whispered back, gathering her younger sister into her arms and kissing her deeply. "Are you up for some sister-nining?" Vivianne teased. "Baby, I'm up for anything." Within minutes, Roxy was flat on her back, staring at, sniffing and licking Viv's smooth slit. It was com- pletely hairless, which added to the enjoyment of both women. Vivianne, for her part, was resting her chin on her sisters pubic thatch, still heart-shaped after all these years. "I knew it would be," she whispered to herself, then dropped her tongue into the pussy before her. Later, as Roxy lay with her ass thrust up into the air, Vivianne strapped on a dildo and began fucking her. As the artificial penis sunk into her dripping snatch, Roxanne groaned, "Oh, it's been so long since I had a real cock. What I wouldn't do for one." Vivianne said nothing, content to stroke her own nip- ples while fucking her sister, but she did file that comment away for future reference. A few minutes later, as Roxy moaned and squirmed beneath her, Viv's eye caught a flash of movement at the partially open bedroom door. The light from the bathroom prevented Viv from focusing well on the figure in the darkened hall, but she knew there were only three people in the house, and two were in this bed. Shrugging mentally, she reached beneath her sister to cup her full, round tits. "At least, I'll give the kid a good show," she thought to herself, "Maybe this will make up for the lack of a present." Then a mental flashbulb went off, and she knew exactly what she was going to give her nephew for his bar mitzvah. -*- AND EVEN LATER YET -*- Charlie was almost certain his aunt had seen him spy- ing, but he wasn't quite sure; but he didn't really care. After all, what were they going to do to him? In fact, he was certain he had the moral high ground, voyeurism being less of a crime than lesbian incest. At this point, however, all he could do was lay back in his bed and pound his raging hard-on into submis- sion. NEVER, in a MILLION YEARS did he dream, well, several things he'd seen tonight: He'd never seen a naked woman outside of Playboy. He'd never thought of his mother or aunt sexually. He'd never known about lesbianism. He'd never guessed about 69. He'd never imagined he could get so turned on by any of the above. Suddenly, he sensed he was not alone. But before this thought could even impress itself on his mind, his Aunt Viv was in bed with him! What was more, she was naked and caressing his cock! He barely heard her famous quote, "What's the matter Charlie? Are you all hot and bothered?" Charlie was speechless. "What's the matter, sugar, cat got your tongue? Well then nothing left to do but lick that cat." Viv got up and straddled her nephew's face. "Go ahead, Charlie, lick my pussy," she encouraged, and, quite naturally, he did. This gave Viv the opportunity to talk to him without interruption, which was exactly what she had planned. It also gave her the opportunity to coach a neophyte pussy-licker in the proper tech- niques. "Your mom and I have been close like that since I was your age. Younger in fact... oh, that's very good, but not too vigorously yet, ah, okay... It's not really a crime or a sin for two people who love each other so much to make each other feel good... Mmm, yes, baby, just flick at my clitty a little bit... anyway, I love you too, and I'm sorry about not bringing you any gift. So this is my gift, my body. Do you like it?" "Mmmmmpphhh, hmmmmm," was about all he could say. The vibrations, however, drove his aunt crazy, and she came. Sliding her pussy down his chest, she rubbed her nip- ples against his and licked her own juices off his chin. "Thank you, honey," she said, "now let me repay the favor." She slid further down the bed and, cupping his young balls in her hand, began sucking his throb- bing rod. "Ohhhhh, Aunt Viv," Charlie moaned, "That feels sooo good!" Lifting her head she said, "Mazel-tof, Charlie," then resumed her sucking. With his aunt's talented tongue pistoning around his rod, it wasn't long before Charlie felt that familiar feeling deep in his nuts. "Look out, I'm gonna shoot off," he warned. She redoubled her efforts, and pretty soon, his sweet young cum was shooting down her throat with the force of a fire hose. She gulped and swallowed, barely managing to keep up with his spurts, but she did. Viv climbed back up to rest on her nephew's chest again. "How was that, sweetie?" she whispered. "Oh Aunt Viv, that was great. I never knew it could feel so good." "It can feel a lot better, kid. Hold on to your nuts." With that, she dropped down and began nursing on his limp dick again. Working it gently with her tongue and hands, she began to coax life back into it. As she felt it start to harden, she lifted her head and said to him, "Get hard quick, honey, Auntie Viv wants to fuck you?" "What?!" Roxanne yelled from the doorway. Viv and Charlie both nearly jumped out of their skins, spring- ing apart and looking as guilty as sin. "Mom!" Charlie exclaimed, incongruously staring at her wide-eyed past his rapidly deflating rod, "I'm sorry, I... we..." what does one say in a situation like this. But Vivianne was getting over her initial shock, and noticed that her sister's nipples were poking hard through her flimsy nightgown. "How long have you been at the door, Roxy?" she asked insinuatingly. "Long enough." "And have you been watching me initiate your son?" "Yes, I have." "And that makes you angry?" "No, it doesn't." "Then, Roxanne dear, why ever are you so upset." "Because if anyone in this room is going to take my son's virginity, it's gonna be me!" Charlie had been watching this conversation like a] spectator at a tennis match, but at that last state- ment, his eyes locked on his mom and got even wider, "What?" he gasped. Vivianne hopped back on the bed saying, "I suspected as much. Let me get him hard for you." As soon as his aunt's lips descended in his rod, Charlie got the biggest shit-eating grin ever simply said, "Oh, boy." Viv looked up and said, "Hey sis, get naked." Walking in from the doorway, Roxy pulled the flimsy nightgown over her head, exposing her luscious body to her son's gaze. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this," she said, as she knelt on the bed, bent down and kissed her son deeply. "Me too," he breathed back. Vivianne felt his cock throb strong and hard in her mouth. "Hey, sis, you'd better get on this monster before he shoots off again. Roxanne sighed, then swung a leg over her son's hips. Vivianne took a final suck on Charlie's prick, then licked her sister's clit. Using her free hand, she spread Roxanne's lips apart and nestled the boy's cock between them. "Okay," she whispered. Roxy sank down onto her son's cock and watched the look of bliss spread across his face. She began her up and down rhythm as Vivianne latched onto one nipple and sucked it into her mouth. Catching Charlie's eye, she smiled, licked her lips and said "Today, you are a man!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! 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