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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MIKE45(3 of 5) Sisters mF inc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 22 Sep 1996 22:46:43 GMT



SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

PART III

By Uncle Mike


     Saturday dawned gray and rainy, and Trevor awoke to the 
sound of raindrops pattering against his bedroom window. But no 
mere storm could bring him down, not with the memory of Aunt 
Teddy's cunt still fresh. Trevor bounced out of bed and sailed 
into the day, smiling and humming softly to himself.

     So pleasant was he, in fact, that he noticed his mother 
looking at him a bit strangely when he cheerfully agreed to go 
over to his Aunt Alex's house that afternoon.

     "I'm not sure what she wants you for," his mom said, 
hesitatingly. "She said -- well, it wasn't very clear what she 
said. Oh, well. Your Aunt Alex can be like that sometimes, I 
guess. Anyway, I don't have any chores for you, but if you've got 
a lot of homework to do ..."

     "Finished it already," Trevor mumbled through a mouthful of 
cookies and milk, two more ginger snaps trailing crumbs from 
his fingers as he walked back to the living room.

     He was still in a great mood when he arrived at Aunt Alex's 
house, a huge mansion in a much better part of town than his 
parents' home. He always expected a butler in tie and tails to 
answer the door when he rang, but it was just Reed.  His smile 
dissolved in an instant when he saw the dark clouds in her eyes. 
He started to ask about it, but she shook her head, stone-faced, 
and ushered him into the posh parlor.

     Like most of the house, it was all decorated in whites and 
creams and crystal. Aunt Alex, in a cream suit herself, was 
sitting in a corner of the huge couch. She avoided his eyes and 
just waved a hand to indicate he should take one of the 
armchairs.

     Reed started to sit on the other end of the couch, but her 
mother looked up, eyes blazing. "We don't need you for this, Reed. 
Why don't you go -- I don't know. To the mall or something. Just 
get out."

     "But, mother..."

     "Out."

     "I think I should ..."

     "You've done enough already, young lady. Now this is between 
Trevor and me. Go."

     A lump the size of a football was gathering in the pit of 
Trevor's stomach, and another one, smaller but even more sour, 
was rising up his throat. He felt a little dizzy and had to hold 
tightly onto the arms of the chair to keep from sliding off to the 
floor.

     "Aunt Alex..." he tried to begin, hoping that if he kept talking 
long enough he would think of something to say. Aunt Alex didn't 
give him a chance.

     "Stop right there, young man." She paused. At the sound of the 
front door closing behind her daughter, Aunt Alex went on.

     Her eyes cut into Trevor's like lasers, and her hair seemed to 
be afire, blazing almost as much as the crystal all around them. 
Her normally perfect porcelain skin was discolored now by 
bright red patches all over her face, and her hands were 
clenched tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go of them 
she'd leap up and strangle him.

     "Reed has told me what happened Thursday night."

     Despite the fire in her eyes, Aunt Alex's words were as cold 
as ice. 

     "I suspect you had figured that out by now."

     "But, how -- why ..." Trevor heard the words and wondered 
who was stupid enough to interrupt Aunt Alex when she was this 
angry. With a stabbing pain in his forehead, he realized the 
stupid speaker was himself.

     "It seems that my ... my daughter (the way she said that 
word, Trevor thought, it sounded like a curse) was a bit too 
exuberant in her lust. One of her diamond earrings fell off into 
your mother's bed. Your mother happened to mention to me that 
she'd found it; she thought it was your Aunt Teddy's, because of 
that ludicrous story she told us about ... about ... about what she 
said she did on the bed."

     Aunt Alex stared at the ceiling briefly.

     "I swear I don't know what that sister of mine thought she 
was doing..."

     "My mom?" Trevor croaked out.

     "Your Aunt Theodora!" Aunt Alex shrieked. "That ... that ... 
vixen! And what a mother she is, seeing my daughter engaged in 
... in ... with her own cousin! And not saying a word to me!"

     Trevor carefully kept his face composed. So Reed must have 
kept Cat out of it. That was unusually thoughtful of her. Not that 
it was going to help him any. He had the distinct impression 
Aunt Alex was going to ream him a new asshole, and then turn 
him in to his mother and father, who'd really give it to him.  
Trevor tried to burrow down into the plush cushions of the 
chair, as if he could sink far enough into them to escape all this. 
It didn't work. Aunt Alex kept on talking, her voice a barely 
controlled hysteria. He was dirty, filthy, unclean, evil. And those 
were the nicer words. Somewhere in all the shrieking he got the 
welcome news that Reed was on the Pill. When he heard that, he 
inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. But even that was cold comfort 
when it reminded him that Cat was a virgin, and probably wasn't 
using anything. 

     After awhile, he lost touch with his aunt's tirade. His mind 
seemed to swim free, and he let his eyes wander -- furtively, 
because once Aunt Alex caught him at it and redoubled her rant -
- flitting from one fancy fixture to another. It all seemed 
unreal, like a movie set. He grasped at the straw and fantasized 
himself in a film, or a TV show maybe, just a character who'd 
gotten stuck in an awful plot line. Pretty soon there'd be a 
commercial break and when they came back there'd be some neat 
resolution and everyone would live happily ever after. His Aunt 
Alex would smile and say "Trevor, it's all right. Trevor ..."

     "TREVOR!"

     He blinked twice. This was no TV show. Aunt Alex was on her 
feet, inches from him, her hand poised to slap him if he 
continued to ignore her. The gorge in his throat rose to his 
mouth and he was ready to throw up.

     "Do you think you could do me the courtesy of paying 
attention when I'm talking to you?" Aunt Alex spat out the 
words as if they tasted bitter.

     "Yes, ma'am," Trevor answered meekly.

     "Well, that's very kind of you," she drawled, continuing to 
stand so close he could feel the heat of her breath. "Now just 
what do you think your mother and father are going to say when I 
tell them what you've been doing?"

     There was a pause, and when it lingered on Trevor decided 
the question wasn't hypothetical. He was wrong. Halfway into a 
reply Aunt Alex barked him into silence.

     "I'll tell you what they're going to say," she railed on. 
"They're going to disown you, if they have half a brain between 
them. Or ... or ... or something. I can't even think what's 
punishment enough for what you've done. Ground you 
permanently? You seem to get into trouble quite well at home. 
Send you off to military school? Only if they made you eat a 
pound of saltpeter for breakfast.

     "But nothing they did to you could hurt half as much as 
knowing what you did would hurt them. You didn't think of that, 
did you, when you let your cock do your thinking for you 
Thursday night?"

     Trevor's eyes were so filled with tears that Aunt Alex's face 
was just a watery blur to him. He tried to blink them away, but 
more poured out and trailed down his cheeks. 

     Aunt Alex's voice did not seem to soften. "Go ahead, cry. Cry 
for an hour and you won't even come close to the tears you'll 
wring out of your mother. To have raised a son like this! Georgie 
doesn't deserve this pain. She doesn't! She doesn't!"

     Then she burst into tears as well, bawling as she sagged back 
against the couch and fell onto the cushions. Her body was 
wracked by sobs and she buried her head in her hands.

     Trevor, weak as well, managed to drag himself over to the 
couch and put his arms around his aunt for comfort. He kept a 
light touch on the fine linen of her suit as he settled in next to 
her, their wails mingling.

     When she looked up at him at last, her eyes were red and her 
hair was mussed. Black smudges of mascara streaked her 
cheeks.

     "How can I tell your mother what you did?" she asked, her 
voice a hoarse whisper.

     Trevor felt so guilty he would have crawled over hot coals. 
"You don't have to," he said, stopping to sniff. "I'll -- I'll tell her. 
I promise."

     "No, you can't," Aunt Alex said. "No one can. No one should. It 
would kill her. Georgie is so devoted to her family, it would just 
kill her."

     "But, Aunt Alex ..."

     "No." She straightened up as if stiffening her spine would 
stiffen her resolve. "You are not to tell your parents. They must 
never know what happened Thursday night." She paused, staring 
off into the distance. "But it must never happen again, 
understand? You will never even touch your cousins from now on. 
You know that, don't you?"

     Trevor hung his head. "Yes, Aunt Alex."

     "Say it like you mean it, Trevor."

     He pulled his head up and looked her in the eye. His lower lip 
quivered a bit, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself. 
"Yes, Aunt Alex. It will never happen again."

     She looked away. "Well, that's settled," she said to the wall.

     Trevor hauled himself to his feet and started to leave. He 
heard the soft swish as Aunt Alex whirled on the couch. "Wait 
just a minute, young man!"

     He faced her. "What? You said it was settled?"

     "Well, yes, that we won't tell your parents and you won't do 
it again. But..."

     "But what?"

     "But -- but that doesn't seem like enough. You should -- you 
should be punished. Shouldn't you?" Her brows lifted. "At least -
- I mean -- well, it seems like you should."

     Trevor was so confused he felt like he was lost in a maze. 
His emotions had been snapped back and forth so quickly and so 
often in just a few hours that it almost seemed as if he had no 
feelings left. With a sigh, he sank back into the armchair. "So, 
what's my punishment?" he asked, his voice flat.

     Aunt Alex stood up and paced. "I don't know," she said. "I don't 
know what I can do to you."

     "Look, Aunt Alex, do whatever you want, but I'm already as 
sorry about this as I can get."

     "You don't sound very sorry now."

     Trevor twisted his head down and to the side, frustrated. "I 
am, honest. I'm just all worn out, that's all."

     "Well, I can't just let you off like this."

     "Aunt Alex, I'll do whatever you say. Anything! You're right, I 
deserve to be punished. Name it." He wasn't sure whether he 
honestly felt sorry he'd done it, at this point, or he was just 
sorry Aunt Alex had found out. But he had to do something to end 
this nightmare. Whatever punishment she could dream up, it 
couldn't be worse than having to endure this inquisition much 
longer.

     "Anything?"

     "Anything."

     "How about -- no, that won't work." Aunt Alex continued to 
pace, back and forth. Trevor tried to watch her, but it felt like 
having a front-row seat at a really slow tennis match. Every 
now and again she would stop and open her mouth, but then she'd 
shake her head and keep going. "I've got it! -- But, no."

     At last she flopped down on an arm of the couch. "I give up, 
Trevor. What could I possibly do to punish you? It would have to 
be something that would convince you it's wrong it take 
advantage of women like you did with Reed."

     Trevor thought about that for a second. Him taking advantage 
of Reed? Just what kind of story had she told her mother? But it 
wasn't worth trying to argue; he knew it wouldn't matter. His 
aunt was still talking.

     "Something that would give you an idea of what it feels like 
to have someone treat you as just an object. To lie to you just to 
get a sexual favor -- and to have lied about your own brother's 
c-c-" She stopped abruptly. The silence stretched on and Trevor 
could hear the ticking of a clock -- or was that his heart?

     He couldn't stand it. It was one thing for Reed to suggest that 
he was the villain, but to say he'd used Evan's cancer -- well, 
OK, he hadn't stopped them, but it's not like he came up with the 
idea. Trevor burst out: "But, Aunt Alex, I didn't lie. I didn't say I 
was the sick one. Reed just assumed I was, and -- well -- all 
right, maybe I should have told her, but gosh, you know how Reed 
gets, and I just couldn't stop her..."

     "But she said..." his aunt began. Another silence seemed to 
stretch out forever. "Are you sure...?"

     Trevor nodded his head vigorously, in reply to her and to his 
own thoughts. That was it, he decided. Aunt Alex must have 
mentioned to Reed that Evan had cancer; that had made Reed 
made enough to blurt it all out when her mom confronted her 
with the earring. Lucky thing she came to her senses before she 
tattled on Cat, too. 

     "Well..."  his aunt stammered.

     He could see she was confused. It seemed to Trevor that his 
breath was getting louder and louder.

     Aunt Alex's voice was softer, now, and trembled. "But -- you 
did -- with Reed -- and that's not right," she said, finishing on a 
stronger note. "And you still should be punished for that. But ..."

     Then Aunt Alex rose and walked briskly out of the room. At 
the archway to the stairs she stopped. Without turning around, 
she spoke. "Trevor, aren't you coming?"

     He looked left and right. Nope, no one there; she must be 
talking to him. And she hadn't waited for an answer, either; she 
was already going up the stairs. He jumped up and trotted 
behind.

     As he got to the foot of the stairs, Aunt Alex was 
disappearing down the hallway at the top. By the time Trevor got 
upstairs, she was nowhere in sight. He called for her but got no 
answer. He had to prowl down the hallway, peering in door after 
door. Each room had some opulent furnishings that would arrest 
his attention for a moment before he could shake his eyes free 
to make sure his aunt wasn't around.

     Finally he found her -- in her bedroom.




     Like the parlor, this was a study in white and cream. The 
huge, four-poster bed had a lacy comforter, thrown back at the 
head to reveal white silk sheets and pillowcases. He stared at 
the bed as he stepped into the room. Trevor was so transfixed he 
didn't notice anything else until he heard the door slam shut 
behind him. He turned and saw Aunt Alex, standing arms akimbo.

     "Take your clothes off," she said, flatly.

     Trevor's cock swelled at the words. He wondered a little at 
why Aunt Alex had so suddenly switched from punishment to 
pleasing him, but remembering his time in Aunt Teddy's bed he 
wasn't going to waste time arguing. In a flash he was out of his 
clothes and leaping onto the bed. It sunk under his weight, 
smothering him in silk and lace.

     "Get off the bed," Aunt Alex ordered.

     Trevor shrugged and got off.

     "Stand up straight," she said. Aunt Alex, still fully clothed, 
walked around him like he was a Ming dynasty vase, staring him 
up and down. Trevor's budding erection withered under her gaze. 
He tried to cover himself up with his hands, but a sharp look 
from her made him snap his arms to his side.

     As his aunt strutted around him, tut-tutting from time to 
time, it seemed to Trevor that the room grew chillier. Goose-
bumps rose on his arms and legs. His fingers and toes grew 
chilled. Every now and then he would slump a bit, only to 
straighten when Aunt Alex cleared her throat sharply. Whenever 
she came around to the front of him he looked down in shame, 
seeing the spike heels of her pumps pushing the thin cloth of his 
T-shirt into the plush carpet. 

     "So now," she said at last, "you know what it's like to be on 
display like a piece of meat. Doesn't feel so good on the other 
end, does it? Does it?"

     "No, ma'am," Trevor mumbled.

     "I can't hear you!"

     "NO, MA'AM!"

     "That's better." Aunt Alex slipped behind him and, after a 
moment of silence, he heard her heels clicking on the tile of the 
bathroom. Slowly Trevor gathered up his clothes and was 
beginning to shrug into his shorts when his aunt's voice, echoing 
off the marble of the bathroom, froze him in place.

     "Just what do you think you're doing?"

     "I'm -- I was just ..." He turned toward the bathroom door. 
Aunt Alex was already half undressed, standing there in 
pantyhose and heels, hanging her skirt carefully on a padded 
hanger. 

     "I didn't give you permission to get dressed," she said, 
glancing at him for a second. "Your punishment isn't over yet." 
Without another word she pulled off her jacket, unbuttoned her 
blouse, peeled down her hose. After every move she daintily put 
the garment away, until she was stark naked. Still silent, Aunt 
Alex got on the bed and lay down, spreading her legs wide.

     She was shorter than Aunt Teddy, and not as skinny -- maybe 
even a little chubby, but still sexy. Her breast were full, and 
they sagged a little when she was standing and settled like jello 
when she lay down. But the nipples stood firm and erect, her 
legs were finely shaped, and her bush, more lush than Aunt 
Teddy's, split to reveal the rich pink of her slit.

     It didn't take long for Trevor's cock to rise to attention.

     Once more he eagerly leaped to the bed, this time crawling 
quickly into position, his dick poised at the entrance to Aunt 
Alex's tunnel. She pushed him away, though.

     "No, you don't, Trevor. You're going to learn what it takes to 
please a woman, not just get your pleasure from her. You're 
going to eat me."

     "Eat?" He was afraid he knew what she meant.

     "My pussy, Trevor. Oh, come on, surely you've heard of it. 
You're going to put that tongue of yours into my twat and get me 
off."

     "My tongue? Down there?" He shuddered. It seemed so ... so 
icky. Women SMELLED down there. 

     "Yes, down there. Don't be shy. I'll tell you what to do."

     Still he hesitated. Aunt Alex sighed. "Oh, all right, you can 
start with my breasts. Surely you've done that before?"

     Trevor grinned and slid back up. Carefully at first, and then 
with more abandon, he flicked his tongue at the taut nipples of 
his aunt's ample breasts. Her soft moans encouraged him to go 
on. Trevor sucked the nipple, then the whole dark brown moon of 
one breast into his mouth. By accident he bit down gently. When 
Aunt Alex writhed and sighed, he decided he'd learned a new 
trick. On he went, kneading the erotic mounds of flesh, his head 
twisting from one to the other. The friction of Aunt Alex's bare 
flesh twisting beneath him made Trevor's prick grow stiff, and 
he longed to plunge it into her hot hole. But she held him in place 
and her heavy breathing signaled that she wanted him to keep 
doing what he was doing.

     "Yes, yes," his aunt sighed. "Yes, Trevor, like that. Oh, I love 
the feel of your tongue on my breasts. Yes, more!"

     When he could take no more, Trevor again tried to mount her. 
But Aunt Alex slapped her legs together, denying him entrance. "I 
told you, Trevor," she said, quickly coming out of her erotic 
trance. 

     "But, Aunt Alex," he started to plead. It was no use. And 
Trevor knew that if he didn't get his cock into some womanflesh 
soon he would explode. There seemed now way out.

     Sliding down the silk sheets, he brought his head over her 
cunt slit, already steaming with her juices. His nose wrinkled.

     Aunt Alex wrapped her legs around his back, trapping him in 
place. In a voice like a schoolteacher's, she began to instruct 
him.

     "Start with your hand. Put it over my pussy. That's it, cup it 
over the mound. Rub it in. Ohhhh, yes, you're doing well. 
Mmmmmm, more.

     "Now just your fingers. Yes, move down right to my hole. Rub 
them back and forth. Feel how hot I am already? 

     "Just one finger now, Trevor. Right over the slit. Just -- 
AAAHHHHH -- just there. Gentle, now, slow and gentle. Let it 
slide in, little by little. Mmmmmmmm. Now, deeper. Deeper. See 
how easy it is?

     "Now another finger, the same way, little by 
lit...ohhhhhhhhhh... by little. Easy does it. That's right.

     "Now you're ready."

     Trevor shivered. He knew what that meant.

     "Kiss my thighs, Trevor. Lightly, lightly, like a butterfly 
landing on a flower. Yes, that's it. Kiss me all over. Keep rubbing 
me with your fingers, don't stop!

     "Now move in closer. Keeping kissing. It'll be all right. Now 
slide your fingers out. Kiss my pussy."

     He did it, just a light kiss, barely touching his aunt's wet 
slit.

     "Not so bad, was it? Now, again."

     Before long Trevor was bestowing long, lingering kisses on 
his aunt's cunt. He was really getting into it, so he didn't 
hesitate for a second when she told him to go further.

     "Put your tongue in me, Trevor. YESSS! Yes, that's right. Slide 
your tongue into your auntie's hot little box. Oooooh, yes!"

     It didn't take long for him to lose himself in the passion of 
the moment. Trevor buried his face in her muff, his tongue 
plunging deep into the folds of his aunt's pussy. She led him to 
her clit, the little button of flesh that made her shiver when he 
licked it and almost buck him off when he sucked it. By then her 
legs were clamped firmly around him, but he didn't notice. His 
hands wrapped around her thighs and spread her pussy lips apart 
to give him maximum access.

     "That's right, Trevor," Aunt Alex was almost shrieking now. 
"Tongue-fuck me, boy! Stick your tongue in deeper! Deeper! 
Gaaaaaaahhhhh!" She almost broke his nose when she fell apart 
in a bucking orgasm, slamming against the mattress over and 
over. "Don't stop! DON'T STOP! Fuck me, Trevor! Suck me! 
YESSSSSS!!"

     Trevor hung on for as long as he could before he had to 
wrench his head free, gasping for breath. His face was covered 
with his aunt's secretions, and it dripped off his chin and 
dribbled off his nose. He yanked a hand free to wipe some off and 
rolled to one side.

     Aunt Alex's legs had gone limp. As she panted, her breasts 
heaved. Trevor saw a bright flush rising in the valley between 
the two mounds. Her body was covered in sweat, her hair was a 
mess, and when she unclenched her fists he could see strands of 
dark hairs that, with a sudden twinge of pain, he realized must 
be his. Aunt Alex must have grabbed his hair and pushed him into 
her in the middle of her orgasm. He had been too lust-driven to 
notice himself.

     After they had both caught their breaths, Aunt Alex rolled 
over onto her stomach. When Trevor didn't move right away, she 
twisted her head to face him. "What's wrong, Trev? Don't you 
want me anymore?"

     "Yeah," he said automatically. "I mean, no, I mean, yeah, I do 
want you. But..."

     "Oh, youth," his aunt sighed. "Haven't you ever done it doggie-
style? Look, it's easy. You know where to put it, don't you?"

     "Uh, yeah, but how...?"

     Aunt Alex raised her ass in the air, almost getting into a 
kneeling position, with her head still on the pillow. "Get the 
picture?"

     Trevor did. He maneuvered around behind his aunt and got to 
his knees, his still-hard cock waggling up to her sodden cunt. 
Grabbing Aunt Alex around he waist, he pushed forward. His cock 
sunk easily into her lubricated tunnel, and with a long, 
satisfying groan he quickly drove his shaft all the way into her, 
until his balls slapped against her wet thighs. Aunt Alex's 
answering groan was muffled by the pillow as Trevor began the 
familiar rhythm, in and out, his aunt's pussy lips sliding back 
and forth on his aching cock.

     As the position became more comfortable, Trevor bent 
forward and grabbed Aunt Alex's big tits, feeling the heat rise 
off her body as he massage the orbs and kissed her arched back. 
It was a little hard to keep his balance on the slippery silk 
sheets, but it was an excruciating ecstasy every time he slipped 
out of his aunt's cunt and had to work his way back in.

     He had been so horny that he had expected to blast his cum 
into her almost at once, but the wait seemed to have dammed 
him up and, although he continued to feel almost on the edge of 
orgasm, he held back and kept plowing into the fertile delta of 
his aunt's fiery box.

     "Damn, you're good," Aunt Alex gasped out. "God, I love a 
young cock. Keep it up, Trevor, keep fucking your aunt's cunt. 
Deeper! Deeper! Aaaaaaah, yes, that's it! Fuck that cunt all the 
way! I can feel every inch of you! Fuck it! FUCK IT!"

     He was happy to obey. It seemed almost funny that a few 
days ago he had been a virgin, and now he was feeling like a 
connoisseur of sex. Reed and Cat had been his first, and there 
was a special thrill at seeing young, perfect bodies writhing on 
his shaft. Aunt Teddy was the most active, and her frenzied 
fucking made him feel like a stallion. Aunt Alex was certainly 
not young, and not very active (until her orgasm, he thought with 
a smile), but she certainly had an active imagination for sex. 
And fucking her felt like being a real man, having a mature 
woman groaning for his cock. Just thinking of it excited him 
again and he slammed his meat into his aunt's pussy, grinding it 
a little from side to side as he did. She moaned in delight.

     "Keep it up, Trev," Aunt Alex said. It was now almost 
impossible to keep hold of her, since their bodies were both 
slick with sweat and the sheets were greased with their juices. 
Trevor was half fucking her and half wrestling, but it all felt 
good.

     Just when he felt that at last he would go over the edge, 
Aunt Alex clasped her legs together, trapping the head of his 
cock within her cunt.

     "Not so fast," she panted. "You just hold still now, and let me 
do all the work."

     At first it didn't work; they slid around too much. Then Aunt 
Alex crawled up to the head of the bed and grabbed hold of the 
edge of the mattress. Trevor, following behind, slipped his arms 
over her shoulders and held on tightly as he slid his cock back 
into her eager pussy.

     Then Aunt Alex did take over, sliding her hot cunt slowly up 
and down the length of his shaft, again and again. It felt a lot 
like the blow job Aunt Teddy had given him, except that Aunt 
Alex's cunt caressed his entire cock from tip to base, wrapping 
it up like a blanket. Trevor shook and shivered as his aunt 
tantalized his prick, pulling it all the way into her tunnel and 
then sliding off it slowly, so slowly. The nerve endings in his 
dick seemed to multiply. A time or two he gave in to his urgent 
passion and started to drive into her on his own, but each time 
she froze and gently told him to stop and let her control the 
action.

     "I'm in charge here, Trevor. Let me do all the work. I want to 
slide my pussy alllllllll the waaaayyyy up your cock -- and then 
let it slide allllllll the waaaaaayy oooouuuuttt again. In and out, 
Trev, in and out. Your aunt is going to show you how to really 
please a woman. Let her feel every inch of your meat. Alllllll the 
waaaaaayy in. That's it. Do you like your aunt's pussy, Trevor? Is 
Aunt Alex making you happy?"

     Trevor could only make a few strangled noises in reply. All 
his senses were now centered in his cock, and it was an 
exquisite agony. His fingers were locked into a tight grip on his 
aunt's soft shoulders, his toes were curled tightly, his stomach 
was clenched, every hair on his body was standing on end. And 
still Aunt Alex slowly rode his rod up and down. His eyes 
watered. His nose ran. Tremors ran through his limbs. And still 
Aunt Alex smothered his rock-hard cock in the deep, wet folds 
of her cunt. He lost all track of time, he couldn't recognize the 
room, he even forgot his name. He was just a prick with a boy 
attached. And still Aunt Alex slid back and forth on his shaft, 
pounding it into her pussy over and over and over and over until...

     Until she must have felt that he could stand no more. With 
one last surge she slipped her cunt all the way up his shaft and 
then shouted to him, "Fuck me, Trevor! Fuck me hard, now! 
Harder! HARDER!  FASTER! FASTER! FAST--
AAAAUUUUGGGHHHHHH!!"

     Again her orgasm was exuberant, her ass blasting into 
Trevor's crotch. But even as Aunt Alex was beginning to shout, 
Trevor had felt his own orgasm burst into life.

     "Aunt Alex, I'm gonna -- gonna -- I'm cumming! I'm cumming! 
Fuck, I'm cumming!"

     And then it was all groans and moans and grunts as Trevor 
emptied his cum into his aunt's twitching cunt, blast after blast 
filling her up and oozing out the sides, until he lost his grip on 
her shoulders just as one of Aunt Alex's tremors shook loose her 
own grip on the mattress and they slid apart and spun around on 
the bed, tearing loose the sheet and flinging pillows like a 
tornado. They came to a stop at last, laughing and gasping, 
looking like the last survivors of an earthquake, hair matted to 
their faces.

     "That was -- that was..." Aunt Alex tried to begin.

     "Yeah, it was -- um..." Trevor stumbled for words as well.

     "Whew!" Aunt Alex exhaled, blowing aside a strand of hair 
from her eyes. "Well, do you think you've been punished enough, 
young man?"

     Trevor grimly nodded -- and then burst into laughter again. 
They clung to each other on the soaked sheets and then, after 
one last, long soul kiss, Aunt Alex bundled him off to the 
shower. He invited her to share, but she laughed away the 
thought. "The spirit is willing but the flesh is too damn 
exhausted," she said, tossing his clothes to him. "I'll use the one 
down the hall."

     When he was all showered and dried, Trevor slipped back into 
his clothes and toweled off his hair. By the time he got out of 
the bathroom, he saw, Aunt Alex had changed the sheets on the 
bed. He found her downstairs, fully dressed and sitting on the 
couch just about where she'd been when he came in. He was 
starting to say something when the front door clicked open and 
Reed walked in, her arms full of shopping bags and packages.

     "Oh, hi, Trev, still here?" Reed said, nonchalantly. Apparently 
a shopping trip had been enough to make her forget all about 
what had happened before she left. "Give me a hand with these, 
will you?" As Trevor juggled the packages over to the coffee 
table, Reed slid into one of the plush armchairs and crossed her 
legs. "So, everything settled?"

     Trevor raised his eyebrows, but Aunt Alex winked at him and 
turned to her daughter. "Just about, young woman. Trevor and I 
have had a talk, and that part's settled. But I still have some 
talking to do to you."

     "Oh, MOTHER!" Reed said, rising. "Really, we've talked. It's 
over. Done. Finito. Now, look at this great sweater I found -- and 
only $250!"

     With a quiet chuckle, Aunt Alex helped Reed open the 
packages. Without looking up, she spoke. "See you later, Trev. 
And -- and I hope you won't forget your lesson."

     "Lesson, mother? What..." Reed began.

     "Never mind, dear. Bye, Trev!"

     "Bye, Aunt Alex," he said, striding through the door.

     

To be continued...