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Anytime - 1 
by Matt (mjones1988@live.com)

***

Matt comes home from college to find his aunt and 
cousins have moved in. A story in three parts. (MFfg, 
ped, inc, bi, oral)

***

Author's Note: This story takes place in a world where 
there are no STDs, unplanned pregnancies, or HIV/AIDS. 
In other words, it is FANTASY. In the real world, be 
safe, people.

***

PART I

When I was 12, my Mom, Rebecca, died in a car crash. I 
was an only child and when we got the news, my father, 
Dan, and I could hardly function. The funeral was 
especially tough. My mother had an identical twin, 
Patricia, or Patti, and she was there, along with her 
two daughters, Emmanuelle, 6, and Mia, 9. I remember 
them the most simply because, with Aunt Patti there, it 
looked like my Mom was sitting next to us at her own 
funeral. 

After that day, we never saw Aunt Patti or my cousins 
again. My father would keep in touch with Patti, mainly 
through phone calls around the holidays. As time went 
on, Dad and I helped each other through a lot. He also 
talked about Mom and Aunt Patti back when he met them. 
He said although they looked alike, Patti was the wild 
one and Mom was more reserved. Patti was the athlete 
and socialite, while Mom was an A student and very shy. 

By the end of high school, I found that my Dad had 
become my best friend and I was afraid to leave him 
alone when I went to school. So I went to the local 
community college for the first year, against Dad's 
constant argument that I should advance myself and go 
to a renowned school and study, "like Mom would". After 
a year of dreary classes and his pestering me to move 
on, I did, enrolling in a private school about two 
hours south. Close to Dad, but a school he approved. 

When I was young and Mom was alive, Dad sold his 
contracting business to a big regional outfit, they 
kept him on as a VP, but it was mostly ceremonial. He 
attended lots of conferences, dinners, and parties, and 
would negotiate some bigger deals with folks he knew 
from running his own business. We weren't exactly in 
the top 1%, but money was never a problem. We had a 
three story house in the southwest US and a pool, and 
could vacation when we wanted, but Dad never paraded 
his wealth around.

Dad's financial success is the catalyst that changed my 
life forever. Towards the end of my junior year, I 
called Dad for our weekly chat. 

"I heard from Aunt Patti today, Son. She is leaving 
Jack (her latest husband) and is broke. She needs a 
place to stay for the summer while she gets her feet 
back under her. I offered her and the girls the bottom 
floor. I also offered her a loan, but she declined. She 
wants to get a job and earn her keep, she says" 

I was silent for a while, letting the news sink in. I 
always came home for summer and worked construction for 
one of Dad's old friends. I told him I always did it 
for the money, but really I wanted to see him over the 
break. 

"So I hope you don't mind the company," he said. 

"No, not at all," I replied, "things will just be... 
different, I guess."

**

I came home late on a Wednesday night in May. I pulled 
up in the driveway of my Dad's place and grabbed my 
bag. Dad greeted me at the door with a big bear hug. 

"Welcome home, son!" I walked into the living room and 
stopped in my tracks. There were two gorgeous girls on 
our couch. I didn't recognize either girl. "My cousins 
have hot friends" I thought to myself. 

"You remember your cousins, don't you, Matt? Emmanuelle 
and Mia," my Dad prompted. 

"Holy Shit!" I Thought. "These hot 'friends' are my 
cousins." 

"Hi, Matt!" the tall blonde jumped up from the couch 
and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. "I'm 
Emmy!" 

Emmanuelle had certainly grown. Dad had told me she was 
a freshman, but nothing about her looked 15. I guessed 
she was about 5'7", with blonde hair past her 
shoulders, big blue eyes, and a gorgeous face. She was 
thin as a model, except she had B-cup breasts that 
jutted out from her chest. 

"Hi, Emmy," I managed to respond. 

I turned to look at Emmy's sister. 

"Hey," said Mia, glancing up from In Touch long enough 
to look at me and give a half-hearted smile. 

Mia was sitting down, but she could have been covered 
in blankets and still been incredibly sexy. At 18, she 
was all the things her sister wasn't, shorter, about 
5'4", raven hair stylishly cut at her neck, and a near-
perfect hourglass figure. Hips and a butt that, while 
she walked away, I would stare at more than once that 
summer, and D-cup tits that looked straight out of the 
celebrity rag she was reading.

"Hi, Matt," I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to 
see...my mom? No, it was Aunt Patti, but she looked so 
much like Mom, that I had to fight back the tears. She 
gave me a big hug and she and Dad helped me with my 
things.

**

I slept in late the next morning, letting another 
year's worth of school and stress melt away. Dad stayed 
home from work, as he was want to do the first couple 
days I was home. We made small talk while I ate 
breakfast and then he said 

"Son, I'm going to a conference this weekend in Denver. 
This one will be a bore, but, just so you know, I'm 
bringing your aunt." 

I must have had a shocked look on my face because he 
said: "Now, we're not dating or anything, I just 
thought she might like to come to the big city and do 
some shopping. Emmy's birthday is coming up and so is 
Mia's graduation. Anyway, I need you to drive Emmy to 
school tomorrow at noon. She's not going to school 
because she has a softball tournament, but her bus 
doesn't leave until then. Would you mind?" 

"Not at all, Dad." I replied. "It's not like I had 
anything to do anyway." 

"Good, because I need you to keep an eye on Mia." 

"Oh?" I responded. 

"Well," Dad started, "Patti's worried about her 
behavior and with us and Emmy gone until Sunday... 
she's just worried, that's all". Aunt Pattie came 
downstairs, and she and Dad drove out to the airport. 

"I'll see you Sunday, son." 

"Have fun in Denver, Dad."


Friday morning Emmy woke me up a little after 9. 

"You want to go for a swim?" She asked. I could hardly 
believe my eyes; she was wearing a yellow two-piece 
bikini that barely covered her. 

"Uh, sure," I said, groggily. "Let me get dressed." 

"Okay!" Emmy said and left my room and closed the door. 

"Whoa," I mumbled to myself while I look for a suit, 
what a body Emmy had!

By the time I made it out to the pool, Emmy was already 
in, shooting baskets at the adjustable hoop my Dad had 
bought me during my short-lived stint on the JV 
basketball team. 

"You wanna play some 1 on 1?" Emmy asked, sinking 
another basket. 

"I don't know, Emmy. Dad tells me you're a dynamo on 
the girls' squad." Emmy was a three sport athlete: 
volleyball, basketball, and softball. She needed 
something to get rid of all her excess energy. 

"Aw, not really," Emmy said. 

I jumped in and tried to steal the ball from her. 

"Oh no you don't!" Emmy shrieked. She broke free and 
made a lay-up. "1-0" she proclaimed. 

"First to 10?" 

"You're on," I replied, and actually got the ball from 
her this time. 

"Hey!" she squealed with mock anger, "I wasn't ready!" 

Emmy's defensive strategy in pool basketball must be 
different than on the court, because she was all over 
me. Literally. She would jump on me and try to swat the 
ball from my hands, scream, and giggle. 

By the time it was 2-2, smothering me with her nearly-
nude body was beginning to have an effect on my suit. I 
didn't know what Emmy would do if the next time she 
pounced on me she felt my erection, but I didn't want 
to find out. The rest of the game I took long shots 
instead of going for easy lay-ins. My height advantage 
was gone and Emmy quickly rang up the score with her 
athletic ability. 

"10-6!" She screamed after swishing the game-winner "I 
win!" I muttered something about surely beating her 
next time. "Yeah right, I'll take you on anytime!" Emmy 
replied confidently "but now I want to get some sun". I 
deliberately did not watch her lithe body ascend from 
the pool and told her I needed to do some laps before 
we left. I said it under the guise of a workout, but 
really I just needed time for my raging boner to go 
away. After ten laps, I was back to normal.

When I came up out of the pool, I couldn't believe my 
eyes. There was Emmy, fully reclined, sunning herself 
on one of the lounge chairs, and completely naked. Her 
suit was wadded up next to her, her body still 
glistening from the water. 

"Just going to catch some sun before we go," she said 
casually. 

"Uh, sure" I managed to reply. I quickly turned away 
and busied myself with drying out my suit. I would 
never be able to get that image out of my head, though. 
Emmy, naked, perfect nipples pointed straight up in the 
air, not a pound of fat below her breasts, and a puff 
of blonde hair over her crotch.

"Aren't you going to get some sun?" She asked. 

"I, uh, hadn't thought about it," I responded, with my 
back still towards her. 

"Matt," Emmy said as she sat up. "Look at me!"

Slowly I turned. Trying, and failing, to keep my gaze 
at her face. "Some sun would be great for you; you 
spend too much time inside at school. Go ahead." 

"Nah, I should get ready." 

As I turned and started walking towards the house, Emmy 
whispered something. "What was that?" I asked, looking 
over my shoulder. 

"It's not fair," Emmy said, quietly. "You get to see 
me, but I'll never see you." 

"What are you talking about, Emmy?" I asked. 

"Just please let me see yours, Matt. I won't tell 
anyone. Not Mia, or Mom, or Dan. Pretty please?"

"You want to see me naked?!" I was astonished. 

"Yes!" Emmy pleaded, running towards me. "Mia tells me 
all these stories about her, y'know, boyfriends, and I 
just can't picture, y'know, how it works." 

As she was talking, Emmy put her hands on the front of 
suit, absent-mindedly playing with the drawstring. 
"Please, Matt. Just this once. It will be our little 
secret." 

I just stood there with my mouth agape, unable to 
believe my ears or eyes. Emmy took my silence as 
consent as she began to untie the string that held up 
my suit. She slowly pushed them down after they were 
untied. 

"Wow!" She quietly exclaimed as she came eye-to-eye 
with my now 3/4 erect cock. "It's beautiful" she 
murmured as she reached out to grab it. 

"Uh, Emmy..." I tried to resist but she slowly started 
to stroke me, up and down the full length of my tool. 

"Is this how you do it?" She asked innocently, looking 
up at me. 

"Emmy! Stop! This is completely inappropriate!" I 
wanted to shout. Instead all that came out of my mouth 
was: "Uh... yeah..." 

My soldier quickly rose to full attention as Emmy 
slowly, delicately moved her hand back and forth. 
Unconsciously, I let me head fall back and closed my 
eyes, completed focused on how good this felt. 

"Whoa!" I managed to yelp as the feeling suddenly 
changed. Emmy had stuck the head of my cock into her 
mouth. 

"What?" She asked, taking me out of her mouth, but not 
letting go with her hand. "Does this hurt?" 

"No, but..." After she heard me say no she went back to 
my cock with abandon. She tried to fit it all in, 
getting most of the way there before pulling it out and 
trying again. Soon she built up a rhythm, and I was a 
slave to it. It was definitely not the world's greatest 
blowjob, but having a gorgeous, underage, relative 
perform unexpected fellatio in your backyard has a 
magical effect on the nervous system.

Emmy was pretty good at teaching herself what to do, as 
soon her hand returned to stroke the base of my cock 
where her mouth couldn't reach. This made me emit a 
low, long moan as my cock gotten even harder. 

"Mmm," was all I heard from Emmy as she livened up the 
pace of her sucking and stroking. I looked down long 
enough to see her beautiful golden hair bobbing back 
and forth in the sun as she worked. Moving my head, I 
looked under her arm to view her beautiful, perfectly-
proportioned breasts swaying back and forth, nipples 
hard as stone. That's when it hit me, all at once, her 
age, beauty, and natural talent overwhelmed me. 

"I'm going to cum, Emmy!" I managed to blurt out. 
Before she could respond or prepare, I groaned and shot 
load after load of cum into her mouth. I grabbed her 
hand to stop stroking, but let her mouth keep bobbing 
back and forth and she milked all the cum I could make. 

When I was finally done, Emmy pulled away, swallowed a 
few times, and declared, "Mia was right, that IS fun!" 
I laughed out loud and fell down on a lawn chair, 
completely in shock. Emmy got up, grabbed her suit, and 
said, "Well, we'd better get going. I don't want to 
miss the bus. You can still drive me to school, right?" 

"Uh, yeah, of course," I responded. After her 
performance this morning, I was ready to forget about 
the chores Dad had for me, tell Mia to take care of 
herself this weekend, and whisk Emmy off to a hotel for 
48 hours of fun. Emmy, however, was all business. 

"Well get dressed, we should leave in ten minutes" She 
said as she walked through the back door and back into 
the house. 

I sat on the chair a few more seconds, suit around my 
ankles, trying to make sense of the last ten minutes. 
My little cousin had seduced me, sucked me dry, and now 
wanted to go to her softball game. I couldn't 
understand her thinking, I could only go along with it. 
I went in found my clothes and headed downstairs. Emmy 
was standing by the car, all packed up for a weekend 
with the softball team. 

"Ready?" She asked. 

"Uh yeah," I muttered as I unlocked the car.

The whole ride to her school, Emmy was talking the same 
light-hearted, jovial way she always did. I could only 
give her monosyllabic responses. Most of my brainpower 
was working on trying to figure this girl out. Had I 
just been used? Was this some sort of dare? Who would 
she tell? What was going to happen? 

"Matt! You just passed the turn. What's going on with 
you? You're awfully quiet." 

"Emmy!" I said with an exasperated sigh, "I'm just 
trying to figure out what the hell happened back 
there!" I had turned around and we were pulling up to 
the school bus. 

"By the pool?" Emmy asked. 


"Well, yes," I said. 

"Don't worry," she said, "I thought it was fun! We'll 
do it again soon. I promise. I just am excited about 
this tournament! See ya cuz!" And with a kiss on the 
cheek, she bounded out of the car towards her team. 
Leaving me scratching my head the whole drive back to 
the house.

To be continued in part 2...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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