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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)
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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.
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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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