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Archive name: aunts.txt (MF, inc)
Authors name: Rick Dean (shadow_cross1@hotmail.com)
Story title : Aunt Sheila and I

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Aunt Sheila and I (MF, inc)
by Rick Dean (shadow_cross1@hotmail.com)

***

A young man and his Aunt discover their family ties go 
deeper than normal when a death in the family sends both 
into the other's arms.

***

I'd love to tell you a story about a man who meets a 
woman, who falls madly in love with said woman and ends 
up marrying her. They have 2.5 kids, a dog and cat, the 
suburban home with a minivan and white collar jobs which 
net both a combined, $300,000.00 a year, give or take a 
grand.

My story, however, doesn't contain one single aspect of 
what I just mentioned, aside from the part about the 
love. That, in and of itself, it's odd or unusual. People 
fall in love every single day of their lives, some for 
better and some for worse.

My case though, wasn't about the lack of love the had 
presented itself to me, it was there in abundance. No, it 
was the source of the love. You see, of all the people in 
the world with whom I could form an intimate attachment, 
mine happened with my Father's older sister. Yes, with my 
aunt.... Aunt Sheila. 

To begin, I'll tell you a bit about who I am, where I'm 
from and what my life is like. Firstly, my given name is 
Shawn Lawrence Tyler (though Shawn works in a pinch), I'm 
20 years old (born in 1981 for the mathematically 
challenged), hail from Chicago, Illinois in the great 
United States of America and
have a very tight knit family. The irony of "tight knit" 
isn't lost on me however. Aunt Sheila and I were about to 
become more tight knit than I ever dared imagine.

My Father, Carey Tyler, was one of three children who, 
like me, was born and raised in the greater Chicago area. 
Dad has one older sister, Sheila, who is 54 and who also 
lives here in Chicago, and a brother named Carl, 56, who 
lives in Indianapolis, Indiana. Dad is 51 years old and 
married a woman named Lois (I call her mom though, I 
think she prefers it) who is also 51. They met when they 
were 18 years of age and married a few years later. They 
had one child and one child only. I think you know who 
I'm talking about.

Aunt Sheila married my Uncle Doug when she was 23 and 
they have no children of which to speak. Uncle Carl 
married a woman named Susan and they divorced when I was 
4 years old. He remarried another woman who my Dad refers 
to as, "The Bitch," for whatever reason, and together 
they have 2 children of their own.

Now growing up, it was always my parents, myself and Aunt 
Sheila and Uncle Doug doing things together. We lived on 
the same block in the same suburb of Des Plaines and for 
years everything was done together, as a family. If dad 
and uncle Doug went down to the local watering hole, mom 
and Aunt Sheila would either go shopping, find a yard 
sale or play a game of cards with some friends while I 
found other ways to amuse myself. Usually, I played with 
other kids in the neighborhood or found my way onto the 
Nintendo for hours at a time.

When we went on a vacation, it was always together, the 
five of us, no matter where we went. Some years it would 
be down to Florida and others, we'd go to the mountains 
of Tennessee. A couple of times in the early 90's, we 
even took a trips to Colorado and Montana to sightsee 
along the Rocky Mountains. As I grew up, it was as though 
I had two sets of parents as opposed to one set and an 
aunt and uncle. Mom and Aunt Sheila always doted on me as 
well. As a child, they'd pinch my cheeks and laugh at me 
and the "squirrel face" I had when those cheeks were 
being tightly pressed between their fingers. I'd always 
smile a dopey smile at them and then, either make my way 
back to my room to play a game or go outside to ride my 
bike.

When puberty came at age 13, I was no longer the skinny, 
blonde haired child I had been before. My body was 
transforming into that of a young man. My voice deepened, 
my hair changed from dirty blonde to a light brown and my 
body began to add muscle. Over the next couple of years, 
with playing football and basketball in school, running 
track and lifting weights, my body was a firm, muscular 
6' 1" tall, 215 pounds.

However, My mom and aunt Sheila still suffered under the 
delusion that I was a child still and pinched my cheeks 
until they formed the "squirrel face" both seemed to 
enjoy seeing so much.

I graduated from High School in 1999 and from there, I 
chose a local community vocational college to attend. I 
decided upon taking courses that would involve working on 
cars, since that was something that was instilled into me 
at an early age: the love for automobiles. Both my dad 
and uncle Doug would spend hours out in their respective 
garages working on their muscle cars. Uncle Doug had a 
very nice, black '68 Camaro with a 350 that he restored 
from a nearby junkyard. He had worked on it, I believe, 
the better part of 8 years before he completed it in 
2000.

My dad was more partial to Fords than Chevys and he had 
his own car to restore. A 1971 Ford Mustang he had bought 
off a guy who had it listed in the newspaper. The car had 
been ragged out and the engine was practically shot, but 
with a little TLC, dad restored it to it's original 
condition. I thought he actually improved upon it by the 
time he had finished and wouldn't be surprised if he 
could win some prize money showing it off whenever a 
muscle car show popped up around town. 

But I digress. I moved out of my parent's home shortly 
after graduating High School and before enrolling in the 
vocational school that I just mentioned in the prior 
paragraph. I had a friend from High School named Kevin 
Hill, who had a small apartment behind said vocational 
school, and he and I moved in together. It was a 2 minute 
walk to my classes and only about a 10 minute drive back 
to Des Plaines to see my parents and Aunt Sheila and 
Uncle Doug whenever I needed or wanted to.

*

The next moment I'll never forget as long as I live. It 
was 2:30 am on a cold October morning when my phone rang. 
I picked it up and immediately sensed something was 
amiss. I heard someone sobbing on the other end but 
couldn't make out any words whatsoever.

"Hello," I spoke into the phone, semi-groggy due to 
having just been in bed sleeping for about 45 minutes 
before it rang. "Shu.... Shawn.... cuh.... come home," 
the voice managed to get out. I then recognized it as my 
mother!

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice quivering a bit. 
She never had sounded this bad that I could recall, not 
even when her own mother passed away in 1996. She was 
saddened but she dealt with it very well I though. If she 
had passed away, I know I would have been an emotional 
wreck.

"I'll be there in a few minutes mom!" I said. Then 
quickly put on my clothes, grabbed my wallet and keys and 
raced out the front door to my '78 Corvette which was 
parked on a side street, adjacent to the apartment.

As I floored the accelerator, all kinds of scenarios ran 
through my head. None of which was comforting to me in 
the least. By the time I arrived home, I saw mom and Aunt 
Sheila together on the porch waiting for me.

Both were hugging and crying, supporting one another as 
it were. I placed my arms around the shoulders of both 
and placed myself in the middle, walking the three of us 
inside, due to the very cold weather. 

Aunt Sheila had her face pressed into my armpit, sobbing 
while mom managed to look up at me, tears streaming down 
her cheeks. She coughed a bit and tried to speak. Nothing 
wanted to come out.

"Mom? Try and speak slowly, please." I hugged her close 
and she nodded. 
"Shu... Shawn," she mumbled, "Your dad and Uncle Doug 
were in an accident."

Deep down in my gut that was what I had suspected she was 
going to tell me. Seeing neither of them present when I 
arrived was a huge indication that this was about them, 
in some way, shape or form.

Mom spoke up again, "They were coming home from 
O'Malley's Tavern when another driver ran a red light and 
hit them! I spoke to the police and the other driver was 
drunk. The don't even remember what happened, Shawn!" 

I hugged my mom closer and said, "Mom... what else 
happened?" Aunt Sheila cried harder still, her face 
pressed deeper into my arm if that was possible. It felt 
very uncomfortable and a little painful even but I wasn't 
about to push my aunt away just because of a little 
discomfort on my part. 

Mom sighed heavily and loudly, then turned up to me and 
looked me directly in the eyes. I thought then she would 
tell me Dad had died. Probably the last thing on this 
earth I wanted to hear. I braced myself for it though. 
"Shawn, your dad is in the hospital with some broken 
bones. Uncle Doug wasn't as lucky though. They were in 
his Camaro with Doug driving. Honey, Uncle Doug died 
earlier." 

Tears welled up in my eyes like a fountain cranked up to 
the max it can go. I felt my lips and face quiver and my 
knees wanted to buckle under me. I couldn't though, not 
with my mom and aunt counting on me for support. I hugged 
both of them closer and moved over to the couch where we 
could all sit. Aunt Sheila never looked up at me the 
entire time, she continued sobbing and rubbing her face 
on my jacket. 

I thought to myself, how could this happen? Why would 
someone be so stupid as to drink and drive and then hurt 
my father and kill my uncle? Motherfucker!! Cocksucking 
son of a bitch!! Who the fuck are you to kill a man who 
was like a second father to me? Who the fuck are you to 
put my dad in the hospital you cocksucking son of a 
whore?" I was very angry at that second and wanted to 
kill the person responsible. If not for my mom and aunt 
depending upon me, undoubtedly I would have gone after 
them and did to them what they did to my Uncle Doug.

I didn't realize it but I was subconsciously stroking 
Aunt Sheila's hair while she rested her face against me. 
She continued to wail and sob but it sounded as though 
she subsided a bit while I did that to her. 

Mom spoke up again, "Dad will be alright Shawn, he'll 
just need to be hospitalized for a few days and then when 
he returns home, I'll take care of him here. A taxi is 
coming in a few minutes to take me to the hospital to see 
him." I nodded slowly up and down at my mother, feeling 
like Forrest Gump as I did. It all seemed to happen in 
slow motion, like it wasn't even really happening at all. 
But it was and it had. My father was hurt badly and my 
uncle. My uncle was dead because some dumbfuck couldn't 
do what my mom was about to and call a taxi. 

"Shawn?" Mom spoke much softer now and pulled me close. 
"Aunt Sheila is not dealing with this at all, as you can 
tell. I want you to take her back to her house and look 
after her. If she needs anything I want you to be there 
for her, ok? Can you do that for me, son?" I nodded 
again. I wanted to go with my mother and see my dad but 
she was right. Aunt Sheila needed me more at this moment 
than he did and with luck, I'd be able to see him 
sometime tomorrow. 

I leaned over and kissed mom on the cheek, then said, 
"I'll take good care of her mom, you can count on me." 
Then taking off my jacket I draped it over Aunt Sheila. 
We stood and I placed my around her shoulder, then said, 
"Aunt Sheila, c'mon I'll take you home." With that she 
rose from the couch, placed her arm around my waist and I 
walked her to my car. With her house being right down the 
street it took maybe of a minute, literally, for us to 
arrive there. I walked her up to the front door where she 
handed me her set of keys. Then I fumbled with them 
momentarily until I found the one to unlock the door. 

We made our way in and stumbled a bit before I found the 
light. Aunt Sheila still didn't speak a word, just softly 
cried and continued to press her face against me. I 
removed my jacket from her shoulders and said gently, 
"Aunt Sheila? I don't know what to say to you Aunt Sheila 
... I'm at a loss for words. I loved Uncle Doug too... I 
know not in the manner you did..." My voice trailed 
off... it sounded tiny and hollow as the words fell from 
my lips. I never finished that sentence.

I sighed to myself then said, "Aunt Sheila you need your 
sleep. Please go change and go to bed. I'll sleep in the 
guest bedroom, alright?"

She nodded at me and made her way to the bathroom she had 
in her bedroom. As she changed, I pulled my shoes off and 
made my way to the guest bedroom, which was directly 
across from hers. I undid my covers and slowly crawled 
under them, my mind racing from what I had just taken in 
recently.

A few moments later I looked up to see her standing in 
the doorway. She had on a T-shirt and, I assume panties. 
I say I assume because I didn't see due to her shirt 
coming down to almost her knees. She smiled tearily at me 
and said, "Goodnight Shawn."

I replied back, "Goodnight, Aunt Sheila." Then placed my 
head on the pillow, shut off the light, and tried to 
sleep. I couldn't though. My mind continued to race and 
go seemingly, in a thousand different directions at once. 
This happened for roughly 15 minutes, give or take, when 
I heard Aunt Sheila crying loudly. I was wearing a pair 
of boxers and didn't think it would be appropriate to go 
into her room with just those on, so I put my T-shirt 
back on as well, then went into her room.

Her lights were out but I could make out her form, due to 
the nightlight in her bathroom shining under the door. I 
sat next to her on the bed and said, "Aunt Sheila?"

She didn't reply back so I said it a little louder, "Aunt 
Sheila... are you alright?" That sounded ridiculous 
coming from my mouth. Of course she wasn't all right! She 
had just lost her husband, the man she had loved to a 
drunk driver, and I'm asking if she's all right. She 
spoke up softly, with a child like innocence. "No... no 
Shawn... I'm not." I reached over and rubbed her shoulder 
some. She was laying on her right side, facing away from 
me as she spoke. She said, "I loved your Uncle Doug so 
much and now he's gone. Oh My God he's gone!!" She 
sounded to me like my own inner voice had: Still in 
disbelief, like you never thought this could happen to 
you, but it did.

I replied, "I know you did Aunt Sheila. And words can't 
begin to describe the loss of him. But now... now you 
just need your sleep. Please try and do that for me? I 
can get you some warm milk if you like?" 

I thought perhaps warm milk would help. I had heard 
someone say before it puts you to sleep if you really 
need to, so I figured I'd give it a shot.

"No.... no milk for me." I exhaled softly and said, "Ok 
Aunt Sheila, go to bed and please try to sleep. I'll see 
you in the morning. Goodnight."

That's when she did the unexpected. She turned and placed 
her hand on top of mine. "No Shawn... please don't go."

I was taken aback a bit. Those words were not ones I ever 
thought I'd hear her say to me, at least not in this 
context. "I just need to be held, sweetie, ok?" She said 
with what I could make out to be a truly innocent look on 
her face. The nightlight had given off just enough 
luminosity for me to make out her face and slight smile. 

"Ok Aunt Sheila, I'll stay." I then climbed under the 
covers with her and placed my left hand on her waist. 
She, in turn, placed her hand on top of mine and placed 
her head against the back of my chest. "Night Shawn."

Aunt Sheila quickly dozed off as my hand lay on her 
waist. I think she had to have this. Had to have this, 
with a capital H. She and Uncle Doug were very touchy 
feely people. They kissed a lot, here and also in public. 

I think she was so accustomed to cuddling, she couldn't 
fall asleep any other way. I thought it was so odd to be 
in bed with my aunt, but it didn't have any type of 
sexual connotation to it. To me, she had always been my 
Aunt Sheila, nothing more and nothing less. I suppose I 
shouldn't say anything more, because she was a second mom 
to me. Always let me watch TV at her house or camp out in 
her back yard. Yeah, she was more than just my aunt.

I lay wide-awake as she slept. My mind again racing about 
what had occurred. My dad in the hospital. My Uncle Doug, 
dead and on a slab in a morgue somewhere. Me, in bed next 
to my Dad's sister. This wasn't par for the course for 
me. My life was tossed upside down, shaken a bit and then 
given a great big kick to the balls. That's what my life 
was like now. 

As I continued to ponder, I thought to myself for the 
first time how attractive my Aunt Sheila really was. I 
had known she was an attractive woman, yes, but never had 
any sexual attraction to her before. I wasn't feeling 
that now either. I was more so feeling tired from the 
events of the day and my lack of sleep from the night 
before. 

I still considered, for a few brief moments, that Aunt 
Sheila was very sexy and attractive. A blonde with medium 
length hair, a year around tan (thanks to the tanning 
beds when we weren't on vacation) and a slim build of 5' 
2" and 104 pounds, give or take. As I thought about that, 
my mind started to drift and before I knew it, I, too, 
was asleep.

*

The next couple of days seemed to move in slow motion at 
times, and at other times, screamed into fast forward. 
Dad was still in the hospital and couldn't attend Uncle 
Doug's viewing or funeral. My mom attended to dad's needs 
however and made sure that he had enough to eat, 
something to watch on TV at all times and was basically, 
a nurse at the hospital who just didn't get paid to do 
her job. Dad recuperated, though, slowly but surely and 
in a few days time, he was allowed to be taken home.

During that span of time, when I wasn't at school or 
working my part time job in an auto shop, I was spending 
it with Aunt Sheila. She held up very well at the funeral 
and everyone was amazed at how she was coping with the 
loss of her husband.

She was a strong woman, much stronger than most people 
would have given her credit for, and she managed to 
survive. Emotionally, spiritually and financially. She 
had a job working in a florists shop and with Uncle 
Doug's life insurance policy, she had another million 
dollars there due to accidental death. I think she 
enjoyed working though, it was a distraction from not 
having to think about Uncle Doug and the hole from his 
having passed away, left in her heart.

When I was visiting home one day, Mom pulled me aside to 
speak. "Shawn? There's something I'd like to talk to you 
about if that's alright?" I said, "Sure mom, what do you 
need?" She then said, "It's about your Aunt Sheila. I 
think that you being there for her is a wonderful thing, 
as does your dad." 

"Ok," I said, "and....?"

Mom spoke up again, smiling some more now. "Well, I spoke 
this over already with your dad and Aunt Sheila, and we 
all think it would be good for you and her if you moved 
into her spare bedroom. At least for awhile."

I didn't speak up so mom must have taken that as a good 
sign. "You'd save money by not having to pay rent while 
you lived there, and you could help her around the house. 
Do all the things that Uncle Doug used to do like mow the 
lawn, fix her car if it needs it, get things off the tall 
shelves if she needs you to." Mom laughed as she said 
that and I grinned back at her. 

"It does sound great mom, I mean I do need to save my 
money up for my schooling and I know Aunt Sheila still 
isn't coping as well without Uncle Doug as she's letting 
on. I would be glad to mom." 

Mom leaned up and hugged me around my neck, then placed a 
soft kiss on my cheek to thank me for doing my part. I 
then smiled and kissed her cheek back and said, "I had 
better go now then if I'm going to move my stuff to her 
house." I then went to the other room to visit dad in his 
bed and hugged him by, did the same with mom and went to 
Kevin's apartment to get my things.


I moved a few things in that night and on Saturday, I 
moved the majority of it in. Aunt Sheila took a few trips 
back and forth with me to help expedite things along. 
When I first went to pick her up I noticed she was 
wearing some (these pre-date me by a bit but I do know 
what they are) short Daisy Duke jeans, a tight white T-
shirt and her hair was pulled by with a band of some 
sort, holding it all in place. I never, ever had seen her 
dress like that before in my life, even when we were on 
vacation. When she'd swim, she always wore a huge one-
piece suit that looked like something more suitable for a 
80 year old. 

"C'mon Shawn!" she giggled, "This is the last box we have 
to move!" As we had made our way back and forth that day, 
we laughed a lot, listened to some music (Surprisingly 
she likes the same things as I do: Stone Temple Pilots, 
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Fuel, Incubus and similar bands) 
and talked about what was happening with me and my 
schooling.

By the time we had arrived back home, both of us were 
filthy. Dirt and sweat had smeared our faces and our 
clothes. To me, this wasn't acceptable. I was one of 
those guys who believed in "Cleanliness is next to 
Godliness" and said to Aunt Sheila. "I'm going to shower 
and will be out in a bit!" 

She said, "I'm off to do the same in my bathroom! See you 
soon!!" 

We then went to our respective bathrooms and as I was 
shaving and washing my hair, I thought of her in ways I 
didn't want to. How tight her ass looked when I caught a 
glimpse of it when she reached over to pick up my stereo. 
How her tits pressed up against the material of her T-
shirt and how I swore I could make out her nipples, even 
through her bra. Before I realized it my cock had began 
to grow between my legs. 

Granted, I'm not Ron Jeremy in the penis department but 
I'm not a little guy either. I have an average 6" cock 
and I never have had one single complaint about it. It's 
probably 4 inches thick, so thankfully I was blessed in 
that department!

As I dried off and then applied some deodorant and 
cologne, I wrapped the towel around my waist and began to 
make my way back to my bedroom. I could see Aunt Sheila's 
door was open. I then drank in all that I saw. She was 
putting on some lacy black panties with a matching bra. 

From the distance, I couldn't make out her nipples but 
strained my eyes harder in an attempt to see them. I then 
realized she could turn around at any minute and catch me 
so I slowly crept back to my room, my cock now getting 
hard once again.

When I was dressing myself I thought of how wrong it was 
to have thoughts like the ones I was having. How I 
shouldn't, couldn't, lust after a relative! Lust after a 
woman who was my Aunt and like a second mother to me. 
But... I was. I was having some un-nephew like thoughts 
about the things I'd like to do with her, but then 
thought of Uncle Doug and quickly pushed them from my 
mind due to guilt.

*

A few minutes later Aunt Sheila greeted me at the door. 
She had on a nice skirt that rose to just above her knees 
and a very pretty red blouse with flowers on it. She had 
also put on makeup and applied what appeared to be a 
pretty shade of red lipstick.

"Hey Shawn!" She giggled. "All dressed now?" I had put on 
a pair of B.U.M shorts that came to my knees, a Doctor 
Evil T-Shirt (Yeah I'm hooked on Austin Powers, sue me) 
and a pair of white and black Reebok sneakers. "Not too 
dressed up, Aunt Sheila, not that I think anyhow." I 
smiled at her, as I said that. She slowly walked over to 
me and said, "What's that you have on?" She leaned up and 
began to smell my neck.

"Mmmmmmm!" She exclaimed. "Is that Drakkar Noir? I love 
that cologne, it's such a turn on!"
 
That, I didn't expect to hear from her lips either! My 
cologne I was wearing was a turn on for my aunt? 

I then thought to myself that I should wear it more 
often... but had a vision of Uncle Doug in my head and 
again, rid myself of any incestuous thoughts. 

Aunt Sheila spoke up again, "What say we rent some movies 
this evening and you can be my date?," She giggled and 
winked at me. When I was 7 or 8 I told her I would be her 
date once when Uncle Doug was out of town and knew 
immediately she was referring back to that.

I laughed and replied, "I would love to accompany such a 
beautiful woman such as yourself!" She then gave me the 
shock of my life. "You are sooooo sweet, Shawn!" then 
leaned up on her Tipp toes and pressed her lips to mine. 
The kiss lingered for 3 or 4 seconds before she broke it, 
then leaned back down and grabbed me by my forearm.

"Lets go pick some out, nephew o' mine!" 

While we drove to the video store, I had thoughts of 
parting her lips with my tongue but for one thing, 
thought she may slap me for that. How many aunts want to 
have their nephew's tongues in their mouths?

Not many I would wager. And she was my aunt, after all. I 
could have thoughts like this with practically anyone 
else, but not her. She leaned over and squeezed my knee a 
bit when arrived. I smiled back and then went around, 
opened her car door and when she got out and we made our 
way to the video store door, I opened that door too.

We ended up renting Gladiator, Sleepless in Seattle and 
the Shawshank Redemption. I had wanted to rent Mummy2 but 
it's a woman's prerogative to pick them out, even if she 
is your aunt, and so that was what we got. As I drove 
back, she used her cell phone to dial up a pizza place 
that delivered. By the time we arrived back to her house 
and took our shoes off, the pizza delivery guy was 
already there. 

I paid him his money and went to the kitchen to get some 
plates. During that time, Aunt Sheila had snuck off and 
when she returned, she was wearing her jammy shirt and 
those panties which I knew were under it.

She giggled and said, "I'm starved, Shawn! Go get 
comfortable and we'll eat our pizza before we watch the 
movies!" 

*

As I changed, I was thinking how unusual it was for her 
to be wearing her jammies at 8 pm, but then thought 
nothing more of it as I took my pants off and set them 
aside. I returned out in the same shirt I had on 
previously and just my boxers. The boxers felt and looked 
like shorts, and for all intents and purposes, that's how 
I treated them. I was also starved so I raced back to the 
kitchen and saw that she had poured us two glasses of red 
wine that had previously been chilling in a bottle in the 
refrigerator.

"I think you're old enough to have some wine now, Shawn." 
She said, her eyes smiling at me all the while. She 
handed me a plate and we went to the living room 
together, with our glasses of wine in one hand and our 
plates of pizza in the other. I popped a movie in and 
then sat on the end of the couch while it played. 

She sat next to me and, as we had been doing in bed at 
night, cuddled there on the couch together. 

"Oh, you put Sleepless in Seattle in!," She exclaimed. "I 
love this movie, it's so romantic!" Immediately after the 
words had left her lips, she seemed to snuggle deeper 
into me. Her head was now on my chest and my hand on the 
back of her golden locks. I stroked her hair softly with 
my fingertips while we ate our pizza and sipped our wine.

We didn't speak for a long time, while the movie played. 
We merely held the other and watched the television. 
During the course of the movie, though, we each had 
another 3 or 4 glasses of wine apiece and her position 
had shifted from her head on my chest, to now on my lap!!

Out of the blue, Aunt Sheila said to me, her voice 
slurred some from the alcohol, "Shawn? Why don't you have 
a girlfriend? You are a handsome, young man and really 
sexy!" I didn't know what to say, I was flabbergasted. As 
my heart raced in my chest, I bit my lip and spoke 
softly, " I have had girlfriends before, Aunt Sheila. 
Remember the Korean girl, Cindy, I had dated in 10th 
grade? She and I were an item for awhile."

I had thought that answer satisfactory when Aunt Sheila 
turned up her face to look at me, "Yeah but that's been 
awhile, Shawn! You don't have anyone now you're with, do 
you?" She said that more as a declarative than an 
interrogative. "No, Aunt Sheila, I don't have anyone 
now."

She smiled at me and said, "It's alright, Shawn, neither 
do I. But you know this already." I think her eyes were 
about to well up with tears but she managed to tighten 
her lips and shut them off the waterworks before they 
ever began. 

Apprehensively, she spoke up once more, "You do now... I 
mean.... with me.... if you like?" Before I could speak 
she said, "I shouldn't have said that, Shawn. You are my 
nephew and that is so inappropriate! I just.... am soooo 
horny.... your uncle Doug and I were so passionate! We 
always touched the other, kissed and made love every time 
we could! I never ever have looked at you at anything 
other than my nephew until a day ago!! I feel so old... 
like no one would ever want me again, you know? Of course 
you don't... you're young and vibrant. I'm more than 
twice your age, Shawn, almost three times you age! I'm 
just scared.... alone.... and yes, so horny!!" With that 
she mumbled, "I can't take this anymore!"

Aunt Sheila reached into my boxers and pulled out my soft 
cock. I sighed and inhaled sharply as she took it into 
her hand and began to softly caress it, then before I had 
my bearings, she took my cock completely in her mouth and 
began to suck up and down on it as though she were 
possessed!

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned as her tongue and warm, wet mouth 
pleasured me.

She stopped long enough to say, "Oh baby you have such a 
nice cock!! I love to suck this big thing of yours, 
Shawn! Please don't tell your mom and dad, they'd kill 
me!" Sheila was lost in lust once more and placed my cock 
back into her mouth. As she moved her mouth up and down 
around me I stroked her hair and rubbed her back. My 
fingers found the bottom of her shirt and with one quick 
motion, I lifted it up above her head.

Immediately after the shirt was off, she went back down 
on me, licking the side of my hard shaft and teasing my 
balls with her tongue. My cock was now at it's full 
length of 6 inches and her tongue didn't show any signs 
of letting up on me. She placed her tongue on the head 
and licked the slit, tasting my precum while her hands 
massaged my delicate balls, feeling them and holding them 
softly in her palms. 

I saw she had on her sexy bra that I had spied earlier 
and used my fingers to unhook the back of it. As it feel 
away from her chest I could see the side of her breast 
and one of her nipples. It was very long and brown, maybe 
half an inch long and as wide around as a nickel. My 
fingers reached around and squeezed her breasts gently. I 
them moved my palms around and around on the tops of her 
nipples in a circular motion while she continued to take 
me in her expert mouth. 

I now knew what Uncle Doug had been feeling all of those 
years and it was simply awesome. Aunt Sheila was giving 
me better head than any other woman I had been with 
before. I suppose age does make a difference with some 
women. 

She continued to lick and suck my cock, making slurping 
noises all the while. I took her nipples between my 
fingertips now and massaged them back and forth, tugging 
on them every so often and hearing a moan escape from her 
mouth as I did. She took me back into her warm wetness 
and pumped my cock vigorously in and out of her scarlet 
lips. I tried to maintain as much control as I could but 
the thought of my own aunt sucking my cock made me erupt.

"I'm cummmmmmming, Aunt Sheila.... Ohhhh shit!!" I 
thought she would stop and move my cock elsewhere but she 
didn't. As I spasmed, she sucked down the copious amount 
of cum from my balls. I fell back on the couch and 
watched as she cleaned me up. Her tongue wiggled up and 
down the sides of my dick, capturing all of the cum she 
had missed or that had escaped from the sides of her 
mouth.

As my cock deflated, Aunt Sheila turned up to look at me 
and said, "God how I needed that!!" She leaned up and 
pressed her lips to mine, then parted them so my tongue 
could explore her mouth. They rubbed together softly, 
back and forth, her lips sometimes capturing my tongue in 
her mouth and she'd suck up and down on it like a 
lollipop. I then did the same to her, "Stick your tongue 
out at me Aunt Sheila!" I grinned.

When she did I quickly placed my lips around her tongue 
and sucked up and down it, feeling her tongue in my mouth 
and loving every second of it. She moaned and kissed me 
back harder, now taking my bottom lip in her mouth and 
sucking on it. I was now the one being teased and said, 
"Lay back on the couch, Aunt Sheila!"

She complied but said in an unsure voice, "Are you going 
to do what I think you're going to do, Shawn? Your Uncle 
Doug never ate my pussy.... he just didn't like that.... 
and I never have been with any other man except him!"

I retorted, "I understand, Aunt Sheila, however I LOVE to 
eat pussy and I'm going to show you what you've been 
missing out on all of these years!"

I placed her legs over my shoulders and then parted her 
thighs slowly with my hands. I could smell her musky 
scent as it wafted through her panties. They were just as 
lacey as her bra and very sexy and cute!

I placed my fingers on either side of them and pulled 
them off while Aunt Sheila lifted her ass off the couch 
to help me. She then opened her legs wide to give me an 
up close and gynecological view of her stuff.

She had one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen! As 
I examined it I noticed immediately she had a large clit 
which begged to be licked and sucked on. Her lips were 
pink and soft and stuck out a little from the rest of her 
body. Her opening was very wet and juices trickled down 
to her asshole. "Mmmmmmmm this will taste so good!," I 
thought to myself. She had just a slight tuft of hair on 
her mound and that was it. Her outer lips were just as I 
like them: Smooth and hairless.

I started by breathing her scent in... then rubbing my 
cheek on her pussy for a few seconds. I've always had a 
strange fetish for doing that. She gasped a bit and 
started to stroke my hair, much in the same manner as I 
had done with hers. I lowered my tongue and parted her 
vaginal lips with it, moving it up and down, teasing 
her... tasting her.

Aunt Sheila moaned, "Oh.... yes I have missed so much, 
Shawn.... show me what I've missed out on baby!"

I smiled up at her and winked, then proceeded to lick up 
and down her wetness once more. I placed 2 fingers inside 
her (they slid in very easily I might add) and wiggled 
them around. Her whole body seemed to convulse and shake 
as I did that. She lifted her hips to grind harder on my 
fingers, pushing up and down, back and forth, getting as 
much pleasure from them as possible. I then decided it 
was time to send electric shocks throughout her body. I 
lowered my tongue to her clit and begin to furiously lap 
at it Aunt Sheila went crazy! "Ohhh Fuckkkkk.... oh fuck 
me.... that's soooooo good!!! Lick me, baby.... eat my 
pussy!!"

I was only too happy to comply and continued to lick 
faster and faster, taking in as much of her juices as I 
could. I spread Aunt Sheila's ass cheeks and tongued her 
there, too! I used the tip to rim her asshole and she 
shook like a mad woman! "Ohh lick my ass.... lick my 
ass... don't stop licking it baby please!!"
I did though. I moved my tongue to the opening of her 
pussy and began to thrust it in and out of her that way. 
She squealed and began to grind her pussy on my face and 
tongue, pushing it in deeper and deeper. I then used my 
thumb to rub her sweet engorged clit and massaged it 
'round and 'round.

"Fuck... I'm cumming Shawn.... don't stop I'm cumming 
baby!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

I continued to lick and tease her pussy when then I 
received an unexpected present: Aunt Sheila is one of 
those women who squirts when she cums! When I realized 
this I opened my mouth to take in all of her wetness and 
didn't stop swallowing until every drop was gotten.

"Oh Shawn. No one. NO ONE.... has EVER done anything like 
that for me before! I love you Shawn!"

Not thinking I replied back, "I love you too, Aunt 
Sheila!" I had said that before to her many times but now 
it was in another context. Not that of Aunt and Nephew 
but of two lovers.

She then pulled me up to her and began to lick the 
remaining juices I had missed from my face and lips. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm! I love how I taste!," She exclaimed! She 
then leaned over and we kissed passionately for 20 
minutes or so, our tongues continuing to explore the 
other's mouth. I never, ever knew making love to my aunt 
could be so erotic and hot. I think she probably assumed 
the same of me. Aunts and Nephews aren't intended to be 
lovers but sometimes, under the right circumstances, it 
can happen. And in this was one of those circumstances.

*

Aunt Sheila had me shut off the movie, then took my by 
the hand to her bedroom. "Ok sweetie, Sheila needs a 
good, hard, long fucking!" She leaned up and kissed my 
lips again, then got on the bed on her hands and knees. 
She laid on her tummy and stuck her ass in the air at me, 
wiggling it. "Fuck me doggy style, Shawn. I want to feel 
that big cock of yours deep in my pussy that way!"

She said this with an air of authority, practically 
demanding me to take her that way. I was eager to comply 
but first, I kneeled behind her, took my finger and 
sucked on it. After it was moist, I rubbed her asshole 
and began to slide it inside. 

"Ohhhhhhh, I've never had a finger in my asshole before!" 
she purred. I moved it back and forth, then leaned 
forward to lick her pussy from behind. I traced my tongue 
up and down her outer lips while my finger penetrated her 
anus. I slowly moved my finger in and out, as not to hurt 
her, and lapped at her clit and lips as furiously as I 
could. She was wet to begin with but was soaked after 
just a few minutes of licking. 

I got onto my knees and with my stomach muscles, raised 
my cock up to her lips. I felt how wet she was and moved 
the head up and down those lips, getting her juices on me 
and lubing my now, very stiff cock.

"Stop teasing me!," She said, almost whining. I placed 
the head of my cock to her opening, but before I could 
slide into her, she ground back onto me, forcing my cock 
all the way inside. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Feels sooooo damn 
good, Shawn... you are so big too!," she said softly. I 
was a statue then, holding myself up while she moved back 
and forth on my cock at her own pace. I could feel her 
fingers accidentally rub my balls as she was searching 
for her clit. We stayed in that position for about 30 
minutes. I moved my hips from side to side and we tried 
different speeds also, to make it more interesting. 

"I can't believe I'm fucking my own nephew!" she cooed. 
"This is so wrong but your cock inside me feels so damn 
right baby!" I held her hips tight and continued to 
thrust in and out of her, every so often reaching down 
between our legs to rub her asshole. "I never knew a 20 
year old stud could be such a wonderful lover.... my own 
brother's son at that!" I think Aunt Sheila was as much 
as fascinated that I was so much younger as she was so 
much older. The fact that we were related helped out 
quite a bit too. 

She screamed at the top of her lungs once more, "Fuck 
yeah.... fuck me.... fuck me harder Shawn I'm about to 
cum!" She pumped back faster and with more energy each 
time. I reached under and pulled her luscious nipples as 
she reached a crescendo. "Ahhhhhhhh yeah.... 
fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!" She yelled. I felt her pussy 
constrict tight around my cock and her juices were so 
plentiful they oozed out of her vagina from around my 
cock. 

"You didn't cum, Shawn! She said almost in a tone that 
indicated she felt badly for me.

I laughed and hugged her close, "No Aunt Sheila, I didn't 
cum. But we have plenty of time for that!"

She giggled mischievously and pulled me down onto the bed 
for plenty of warm, wet kisses and we spend the rest of 
the night making love.

My dad fully recovered from his accident and sued the 
bastard that struck him as well as that guy's insurance 
agency. Now Dad is very well off and much happier, I'm 
glad to report. He and Mom are also glad I'm there for 
Aunt Sheila and there to take care of her needs. They 
just don't know that I'm taking care of sexual needs as 
well. Hopefully, they never will, either.

Therefore, that's my story. Aunt Sheila and I are private 
lovers who are also Aunt and Nephew and complete each 
other wholly. In fact, she and I have sex quite often and 
I doubt that will ever change.

~Fini~

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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