Chapitre 3777: SHARING A BEDROOM WITH MY SISTER
When Mother shouted out from the bottom of the stairs, "Gerard and Felicity, please come down, I have something to tell you," I did, straight away, because it sounded important. But my Sister didn't, and I was sent to get her.
"So what do you think?"
I didn't like it, and my Mother, no matter how hard she might try, won't be able to convince me that it's a good idea. And from the look that my Sister was giving me, that was her take on it as well. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if she was more upset about this than I was.
Realising that it was something we didn't want to do, even though we hadn't yet answered her, she tried to soften the blow by saying, "It's only for a few weeks."
That didn't help, it just filled me with dread. A single day would be too much for me, and anything more than that didn't bear thinking about. But it was our parent's house, and if we wanted to continue living with them, then both of us knew that we had no choice, we had to accept it even if we didn't like it.
I was going to be sharing a bedroom with my Sister!
That was next week, when my Aunty was coming to stay with us. It was bad enough having to give up my bedroom, but it was made worse because it was her that would be living with us. We didn't get on, big time. And that was never going to change. She thinks that I'm a spoiled brat, and I think that's she's a stuck-up bitch. We hate each other with a passion, and very soon we'll be together in the same small house. Just thinking about it is making me depressed.
"There's still time."
Today was Monday, and Aunty was due to be with us on Friday, so Felicity was right, there was enough time to persuade our Mother to put a stop to it. That's assuming that she was prepared to listen to us. But that was wishful thinking. I knew that no matter what we said to her, she wasn't going to change her mind. I'd reluctantly accepted it, but my Sister hadn't.
"Don't waste your breath, she'll never..."
I stopped when she turned away from me. As she left my bedroom, presumably on her way to see our Mother, her parting words amused me.
They were, "Fuck you."
Of course, she wasn't successful, and as expected, on Friday at six o'clock in the evening, Aunty duly arrived. My Sister got a hug from her, but all I got was a curt, "Gerard my suitcase is in the car."
It was heavy, and carrying it up the stairs nearly broke my back. If there was anything inside it that was broken, then she would blame me. That would be unfair because I'd been careful with the suitcase, but telling my Aunty that would be a waste of time. She'd still insist that it was my fault.
After eating, I went upstairs to my Sister's bedroom. It was now mine as well. We're siblings, but we couldn't be more different, in both appearance and personality. I always keep my room tidy, but hers never is. Today it was even worse than usual. Had she deliberately made it like that to wind me up? I wouldn't put it past her.
There were two beds in the room, a double and a single, and despite my Sister being a lot smaller than me, the double bed was for her. That irritated me, but to keep the peace, I'd kept quiet when she'd told me where I was sleeping.
I was trying to read, but I couldn't concentrate. Every few minutes I kept looking at all the clutter on the floor. It was her mess, nothing to do with me, but I wasn't going to get any peace until I'd tidied it up.
When she entered the room I'd almost finished. But it would have been better if she'd arrived later, because in my hands were her bra and panties that I'd just picked up from the floor. She was looking at me suspiciously.
"Have you been sniffing my panties?"
I vigorously shook my head several times, and then I said, "No. I'd never do that."
I could tell that she wasn't convinced. Then she suddenly snatched them from me. After quickly discarding the bra, by throwing it onto her bed, she held the panties in front of my face, as if she was daring me to smell them. To add to my embarrassment, I could feel my cheeks redden. I was blushing. That made her laugh. She was mocking me, and I didn't like it. It was time to fight back.
I pushed her hand away from my face, with such force, that she nearly fell over. She wasn't laughing anymore.
"I'm going out," and then, while scowling at me, she added, "Don't use my panties to jerk off, I'll know if you have."
The room was now tidy, except for her underwear that she'd left on the bed. It should be in the laundry basket in the bathroom. However, I wasn't going to put it there, because I was going to do what she'd specifically told me not to do.
I was going to use her panties to jerk off!
I was only eighteen years old, so I was always horny, always thinking about pussy. With or without her underwear, I needed to come. Using her panties was a first for me, and just thinking about it was already getting me excited. When she comes back I might even thank her for suggesting it.
Before starting I examined them. They were small, and even though my Sister was petite, I couldn't believe that she was able to wear them. When I stretched them, so that I could see the crotch, I smiled. As I'd hoped, it was heavily stained. I put it under my nose. The smell was strong, intoxicating. My cock was now doing its best to burst out of my jeans.
After taking my jeans and underwear off, I lay down on the bed. For my pleasure, and to spite my Sister, her panties were wrapped around my rock-hard cock. The material was soft, so when I used it to stroke my cock, it felt better than just using my hand.
I started off slowly. It felt good. Why had I not thought of doing this before? Now it was more vigorous. Ideally, when I reached it, I wanted to spurt into her panties, but that would be a mistake, a big one. When I'd finished, her panties needed to be back on her bed where she'd left them, without any evidence that I'd been pleasuring myself with them. She'd definitely notice if they had a thick coating of cum on them!
It got better when I closed my eyes. My cock was now inside a sweet pussy. Under me was a girl from my college. She wasn't taking the same course as me, and I didn't even know her name, but I desperately wanted to fuck her. One day, I might manage to pluck up the courage to ask her out.
I was close, and because I believed that I was a great lover, she was going to come with me. Then it happened, and it startled me. But surprisingly, it had also taken my excitement to a higher level. It was because her face had suddenly changed. Gone was the cute girl, replaced by a new one.
I was now fucking my Sister!
When I came it was explosive, one of my best. There was a tissue next to me that I was supposed to spurt into, but in my excitement, I hadn't used it. My t-shirt was now stained, and worryingly, some had also gone onto her panties. I cleaned it up as best I could, but it wouldn't pass a detailed inspection. I just hope that when she gets back she isn't going to examine them.
After going to the bathroom and cleaning myself up, I did some reading. However, I had to stop because I was finding it difficult to concentrate. Thinking about my Sister in that way was something I hadn't done before, and I was feeling guilty about it. But, because it had excited me so much, I knew that I would be doing it again.
I was asleep when my Sister went to bed, so I didn't see her until the morning. It was her loud snoring that woke me up. It was early, but with the noise she was making there was no way I'd be able to get back to sleep, so I got up.
While eating my breakfast I thought about my Aunty, who was sleeping soundly in my bedroom. I swore under my breath. That should be me. And to irritate me even more, two hours later, when the rest of the family was up, she kept telling us how comfortable my bed was and what a good sleep she'd had.
It was the summer holidays so there was no college, therefore I could relax and take it easy. Felicity was twenty one, between jobs, so annoyingly, she would also be home all day. I do have friends, and occasionally even a girlfriend, but I do like time on my own. And that was my plan for today. I had nothing to do, and all day to do it!
I was in the bedroom, and because I was tired and the room was quiet, I'd fallen asleep. When I woke my Sister was opposite me, sitting on her bed, and surprisingly, she was just in her underwear.
"Shouldn't you be dressed?"
"No, this is my bedroom. If you don't like what I'm wearing, then you can fuck off to your own room."
I sighed, if only I could.
She was doing something to her nails, and all her attention was on them, so that gave me the opportunity to look at her without her noticing. Of course, her face and body weren't new to me. Over the years I'd seen her in all sorts of outfits, even in bikinis that were very revealing. However, she was just my Sister, so I hadn't paid her much attention. But today it was different, probably because of what I'd done with her panties. I was now seeing her in a new light.
When I was a lot younger and we'd argued, I'd made fun of her face, telling her that her nose and ears were too big. I can even remember, on more than one occasion, calling her ugly. That had been cruel, and factually incorrect. She was actually quite pretty. And when she smiles, which isn't often enough, her face lights up. Then you might even say that's she's beautiful.
But at this moment of time, it wasn't her face that I was interested in. I was looking at her body, and what I was seeing was making my heart beat faster.
She was a small woman. Petite, describes her perfectly. However, that didn't mean that she was without curves. She did have them, and in all the right places. Her breasts weren't melons, they were modest, but they were still a nice handful. I knew that they would be firm, and that if I could have them, they'd give me hours of pleasure.
When I looked down it was almost too much for me. She was sitting with her legs apart and her knees high up, giving me a great view of her pussy. It was covered with a pair of skimpy panties, like the ones that I'd jerked off with, but in a different colour. They were white rather than red.
My eyes were darting about, trying to take all of it in. There were a lot of lumps and bumps showing through the thin material that was stretched tight across her pussy. My mouth was now dry and there were butterflies in my stomach, as I thought of all the things that I wanted to do to her sweet pussy.
Fortunately, when she'd finished with her nails, I wasn't staring at what she had between her legs. That would have been embarrassing. Seconds before, when I was in danger of losing all of my self-control, and doing something stupid, I'd averted my eyes.
To help me to calm down, I closed my eyes, but it didn't work. As soon as they were closed my imagination ran wild. First, I fingered her, and then I went down on her. That's when I stopped. Any more, and I'd have to get my cock out and stroke it, even with my Sister being in the room with me!
For the rest of the day I kept out of her way, but that meant spending time downstairs with Aunty. Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as I'd expected, and at times it was even quite pleasant. And hell must be about to freeze over because she actually paid me a compliment.
"I heard that you did well in your exams. I'm proud of you."
After our evening meal my Sister went out with some of her friends, so the bedroom was now all mine. And she'd left me a present. On my bed were her used panties. I resisted the urge to masturbate with them.
Last time it had been her snoring that had woken me up, this time, after midnight, it was her singing. It was loud and it was off-key. She was drunk.
In a low voice I said, "Keep the noise down, you're going to wake the whole family."
Knowing my Sister well, I didn't expect her to take kindly to me telling her what to do. However, instead of continuing to sing, she suddenly stopped. Then she started to undress.
It was funny watching her do it. She struggled with the buttons on her blouse, and she nearly fell over when she was unzipping her skirt. When she got down to her underwear I was expecting her to turn the light off and then get into bed. But that wasn't what happened.
She was sitting up on the bed, and her bra was off. I couldn't believe it. I'd been amused by her actions, now I was excited. Then it got even better when she started to fondle them. Was this for my benefit? No, she wasn't looking at me. It was as if I wasn't there. This was for her. She'd had a good time with her friends, and she was going to end the day by making herself come!
What she was doing to her tits was what I wanted to do to them. She was playing with her nipples. Pulling and pinching them. It was making her moan. But I could do more than that, something that she couldn't do. I could suck on them. They were a nice size, big enough to look impressive on breasts that were a lot bigger than hers. Just looking at them was making my mouth water.
I'd been waiting for her to do it, and when she eventually did, my heart skipped a beat. She'd taken her panties off. But frustratingly for me, her legs were closed. All I could see was her neatly trimmed bush. Playing with her nipples had got her worked up, so she should now be finishing herself off by playing with her pussy. However, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to do it. She was drunk, so perhaps this would end with her just falling asleep.
I muttered under my breath, "For fuck's sake hurry up and finger yourself."
That didn't help, they were still closed. What if I was to open them for her? No, if I was to do that, then I wouldn't be able to stop there. It would be my fingers deep up her pussy. Watching her was bad enough, but in the morning, when she was sober, she might remember me fingering her. If that happened then I'd be a dead man.
I'd just about given up hope, when she suddenly came back to life. As if a switch had been flicked. Her legs were now open, and her fingers were on her pussy. That's when I joined in by stroking my throbbing cock!
It was only recently that I'd managed to get my hand inside a girl's panties. I'd even made her come, but it had taken a while. However, I wasn't foolish enough to call myself an expert. It had been more by luck than good judgment that I'd managed to make her climax. Watching her pleasuring herself, as well as exciting me, was also an opportunity to learn. She was an expert, and observing her should be an education.
She was slow at first, occasionally dipping the two fingers that she was using into her pussy, so that she could lubricate them. Then she speeded up. Her fingers were now moving faster over her clit. It was rhythmic, continuously repeating the same action without a break. It was what I was doing, stroking my cock at a steady speed. For both of us, the excitement was building. It wouldn't be long before she was ready to climax, and I'd know when that was, because she would be noisier and her fingers would be moving even faster than they were now.
It was longer than I'd expected. She'd been in a heightened state for several minutes. Content to be like that. I had to slow down to stop myself from coming before she did.
When she changed gear, going straight to top, I was relieved. But from being ahead, I was playing catch-up. And that was difficult. Her fingers were a blur, and I was having trouble matching her with my hand.
She wasn't just loud, she was too loud. Her moaning almost putting me off my stroke.
When she reached it I wasn't far behind. Hers was obviously a big one, and when it ended, she lay down on the bed with her legs still wide open. Within seconds she was asleep and snoring loudly. Mine was also powerful. My cum reaching an impressive height before coming back down and splattering my t-shirt.
I was up before her. Now, because she was under the sheets, there was nothing to see. After quickly dressing, I walked past her so that I could go downstairs for breakfast. While eating it I had an uneasy feeling. I'd enjoyed last night. It had been exciting, even erotic, and my climax had been a contender for my best one ever. However, in the cold light of day, when I wasn't thinking with my cock, I knew that it was a mistake. There would be consequences for my actions. Felicity had been drunk, so that was her excuse. I was sober, so I didn't have one. I should have done the decent thing. I shouldn't have looked. I could have turned over so that I wasn't facing her, or better still, I could have left the room. I'd done neither, instead, I'd joined in.
It was midday when my Sister got up. Hearing her coming down the stairs made my heart beat faster. Not from excitement, but from anxiety.
It was no surprise that she was badly hungover. She looked like something that the cat had dragged in. After sitting down at the table, she put her head in her hands and groaned.
"Please will you make me a coffee, Strong and black with three sugars?"
I did as she'd asked, and then, while she was sipping it, I waited for her to say more. Eventually she did.
"I was drunk, that's why..."
She'd stopped mid-sentence, and now she was looking at me. Then while smiling, she said, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
And that was it. Nothing more was said about it from either of us. So she had remembered what had happened, but she was prepared to draw a line under it. And unless I was mistaken, she didn't have any regrets!
It was a few days before I picked up on it. Felicity wasn't just being kind to me, she was going out of her way to do it. There was no grand gesture, she hadn't done anything that was amazing. It was small things, some of them subtle, and that was why it had taken me a while to notice.
"Would you like a coffee?"
And it had been made exactly how I liked it.
"The room is a mess, I'm going to tidy it up."
She'd then done it, and after that it was always tidy.
"You're reading, I'll go downstairs so that I don't disturb you."
That was nice of her, and being nice to me was something that my Sister didn't do. There were other acts of kindness from her. She'd definitely changed, and for the better. It must have been that incident in the bedroom, the one that we never talked about. We'd shared an intimate moment, and it had brought us closer together. Perhaps it had been something that she'd been wanting to do for a while, and being drunk had given her an excuse for doing it. That was one for the psychologists to ponder over, but not me. I was just happy to accept it.
A consequence of the 'new' Felicity was that I was spending more time with her. That was because it was enjoyable. We'd even gone out shopping together, and I couldn't remember the last time we'd done that.
Both of us were in the bedroom, me, so that I could get away from our Aunty, and my Sister, so that she could support me. For some reason, that neither of us could understand, she'd spent all morning giving me a hard time. Apart from killing her, which I'd quite like to do, the only way to stop it was to hide in the bedroom.
"Why does she hate you?"
"I don't really know, but I can guess. She thinks I'm a spoiled brat," and then, while giving her my best cheeky grin, I added, "That's unfair, because it's you that's the spoiled brat."
That got a look of mock indignation from her, and a pillow thrown at me with force. It hit me squarely in the face, and that made her laugh. Two could play at that game. Mine hit her in the stomach. We'd done this lots of times before when we were children, but that was because we were fighting. This was playful. I was about to throw the other one at her, but before I could, she leapt onto me, and I toppled over. I was now on the bed, with her on top of me, our faces close together.Then she suddenly kissed me!
It was on the mouth, and it wasn't an innocent kiss. It was a kiss for a lover. I hesitated, but only briefly, and then I responded. When she offered me her tongue I eagerly accepted it, and then I greedily sucked on it. When it was her turn, she enjoyed my tongue as much as I'd enjoyed hers. She'd started this, and she was the one that ended it.
"This is wrong."
I said, "You're right, it is wrong."
"We should stop."
I agreed with her.
"And we should never do it again."
I nodded.
Then our mouths were back together again!
When we did eventually stop, it wasn't to agonize over what we were doing, it was so that I could lock the door. As I was turning the key, she said, "We don't want that nasty bitch catching us fucking."
Hearing that sent a surge of excitement through my body, and more blood to my cock. However, it also made me anxious. I'd only had sex a few times before, and that had been with the same girlfriend. My Sister was way more experienced than me. Was I going to disappoint her?
When I got back to her, we didn't kiss. We undressed. It was done silently, with both of us watching each other while we did it. She was the first to be naked, but seconds later, I was as well.
For what must have been at least a minute, we just stood there looking at each other. I was admiring her breasts that were topped with impressive nipples, and she was assessing my cock. I was pleased to see that she was smiling. I'd been in enough locker rooms to know that my cock was OK. It wasn't the biggest, but it was a long way from being the smallest. My six and a half inches should be enough to satisfy my petite Sister, that's if I know how to use it!
Her tits were as firm as I'd imagined them to be, and her plump nipples were a thing of beauty. I couldn't get enough of them. My mouth was on one of them, and my fingers were tweaking the other. I must be doing a good job because I was making her moan. When she gasped, I thought it was because I was being too rough.
"I like that."
So it was from pleasure rather than pain. Then it was my turn to make a noise. A loud groan, because her hand was on my cock.
The girlfriend that had let me fuck her was a lot more experienced than I was at that time. Before she'd let me climb on top of her, so that I could lose my virginity, she'd stroked my cock. It had been wonderful, my best one ever. But now she's been erased from the record book, replaced by my Sister!
Her skilled hand was the equal of mine. That was impressive because I'd stroked my cock an embarrassing number of times, whereas this was her first attempt. It was time for me to impress her as well. If I was to do that then I needed to up my game.
While greedily sucking on her teat, and rolling the other one between my finger and thumb, I put my hand between her slender legs. When it got to her honeypot, and my fingers were on it, she purred. It was a strange noise to make, but it was one that excited me.
"Finger me. Put them deep up my cunt."
She didn't need to ask me twice. I quickly gave her two, and as instructed, in up to the knuckles. She was well-lubricated, as wet as a woman can ever be, but it was still an effort to do it because she was so tight. It made her gasp.
We'd now gone from 'wanting to do it', to, 'nothing was going to stop us doing it'. No matter what was to happen next, we would continue until we'd come. An earthquake? We'd just ignore it. Aunty loudly knocking on the door? I'd tell her to fuck off. We'd gone past caring, our climax was the only thing that we were focused on.
What had been frantic before was now off the scale. I wasn't playing with her tits, I was abusing them. I wasn't just sucking on her nipple I was also taking into my mouth as much of her breast as I could. And my fingers were rough with the other nipple. I was pinching and pulling on it. But she wasn't complaining, and I knew, even with my limited experience with women, that it was what she wanted. And her pussy was getting the same intensity from me. My fingers were pistons, quickly going in and out of her pussy, while at the same time, a finger from my other hand was polishing her little pearl as fast as I was able to do it.
But what about me? Don't worry, I wasn't being neglected. She'd been good before but now she was even better. Every stroke was perfect, just the right speed and pressure. I knew, with certainty, that she was taking me towards an awesome climax.
It was a miracle that it had lasted this long, but it would soon be over. For both of us it was now a sprint to the finish line. We were loud, her moaning and me grunting, and the room smelled of sex.
"Fuck I'm in it."
Then her body went rigid, and when it did, she squeezed my cock. Thankfully, that last action from her was enough to make me come as well. Both were impressive, but hers lasted the longest, though not by much. After, for a while, perhaps as long as five minutes, we didn't move. A tangle of arms and legs that were content to stay like that while we recovered.
When we were children, being in an embrace meant that we were fighting, now it was because we were lovers that were cuddling. We were basking in the afterglow of good sex. We hadn't fucked, but what we'd done was enough for both of us. However, we both knew, without having to say it, that we would eventually do it. If not later today, then soon!
Half an hour later, Felicity quickly dressed, and then she left. She was meeting her friends, and she was already late. What would her excuse be?
"Sorry I'm late. I was in my bedroom with my Brother, fooling around, and I lost track of time. But don't worry, we didn't fuck, we just made each other come!"
Imagining her saying that made me laugh.
I stayed in the bedroom as long as I could, but when it got to four o'clock I'd had enough of being confined to one room. There's only so much reading and watching television you can endure before you want to do something different.
Aunty was in the kitchen. The words she greeted me with made me wish that I'd stayed in the bedroom.
"You should be like your Sister, who's out with her friends, instead of being lazy and staying at home."
On another day, or a different time, I might have ignored her. But I wasn't in the mood to do that. I was going to give her as good as I'd got from her.
"And you should have treated Uncle a lot better than you did. If you had, then he wouldn't have left you for that younger woman."
That was harsh, but I didn't regret saying it, even though it looked as if she was about to cry. When she suddenly left the kitchen, with her tail between her legs, I had to smile. She'd started it, but I was the winner!
Aunty staying with us was a consequence of Uncle leaving her. The marital home had recently been sold, but the apartment that she'd bought with her share of the money was being modified, so she couldn't live there until the work had been completed.
I had the downstairs to myself until my parents returned from work. That's when Aunty came out of my bedroom. I was expecting her to say something to Mother, but she didn't. However, I got a look from her that made me feel uncomfortable. I needed to be careful, it was obvious that she was out to get me.
It was late, and I'd only just got to sleep, so Felicity waking me up should have annoyed me. And it would have done if she wasn't naked. After saying, "I couldn't wait," her hand was going under the sheets. When she then squeezed my limp cock through my boxers, she laughed. It was obvious what she wanted, and I wanted it as well. Earlier in the day the foreplay had satisfied us. That now wouldn't be enough. This would only end after we'd fucked!
I wanted us to kiss, and we did, but only briefly. When she stopped it I was disappointed, but that was only until she spoke.
"Go down on me."
Now I was elated. As soon as her legs were apart my head was between them, and my mouth was eagerly exploring her sweet pussy. I could feel the heat from her thighs, and the smell of her sex was intoxicating.
"Finger me," and then she quickly added, "And keep your tongue on my cunt."
When they went in, she gasped, but it turned into a moan when I pushed them in even deeper.
"Now slowly lick my clit. When I'm ready to fuck I'll let you know," and then I got a warning from her, "Don't make me come."
So no pressure!
I needn't have worried though, because she was guiding me.
"That's nice, but slow down."
I did, and it must be right because she patted me on the head. And I kept on her sweet spot until I lost concentration.
"Higher."
An appreciative moan from her told me that I was back on track.
"Finger me."
Two of my fingers were already deep up her pussy, and now she wanted me to fuck her with them. This time I got it right straight away without her having to correct me.
I'd been willing and eager to do this, but instead of just being the starter, it was in danger of becoming the main course. She was now moaning almost continuously, and her breathing was laboured. Her pussy was getting all the attention while my throbbing cock was being neglected. It was time for me to take control!
When I raised my head she tried to push it back down, but I was too strong for her. And when I removed my fingers from her pussy she wasn't happy.
"I was enjoying that."
"Yes, too much. Any longer and you would have come."
Apparently, the Kama Sutra has in it a hundred sex positions, but the three I've tried are enough for me. And the one that is my absolute favourite is Doggy.
"Get onto all fours."
She did, and quickly. However, it wasn't quite right.
"Your stomach needs to be lower down and your bottom higher up."
Now it was perfect.
I was behind her, and my cock was desperate to be deep up her little pussy. I was smiling, but as my manhood approached her opening, it disappeared. I was nervous. My cock was big enough to satisfy her, but I wasn't an experienced lover. Was I going to disappoint her? That was silly, I should be more confident. After taking a deep breath I pushed into her. It wasn't easy. She was my big Sister but she had a small pussy.
I didn't stop until I was in her up to my balls. It wasn't just as good as I'd hoped it would be, it exceeded my expectations. My cock was in a hot wet pussy that was gloriously tight. That was enough for any man!
I told myself to take it easy, to start slowly. Then, in a controlled way, gradually speed up. However, after only a few strokes I lost control. It took a few harsh words from my Sister before I calmed down. Then she was sympathetic.
"Don't forget, it's a marathon not a sprint."
But it was the shortest marathon on record, because after only a couple of minutes she was demanding more from me.
"Fuck me hard."
I did, and the force of it nearly pushed her over. But she didn't complain, so I kept on doing it. Shortly after she spoke again.
"Finish me off."
I was putting my back into it. Holding her hips with both my hands as I continued to thrust deep into her. Any second now she was going to come. But when the seconds became a minute I realized that there was a problem. She was struggling to break through. If I didn't do something to fix it, and do it soon, then this would end with me emptying my balls into her, and she would be left hanging. That would be a disaster.
It suddenly came to me. I might have seen it in a porn movie, or perhaps I'd read it somewhere. But would it work? There was only one way to find out.
To say that it took her by surprise was the understatement of the year. After a sharp intake of breath she groaned loudly. Then, while I kept it there, I continued to fuck her.
When she screamed out, "I'm going to come," I knew that it had worked.
A finger deep up her bum was just what was needed!
She was now in it, so I could concentrate on my own climax. However, while striving for it, I kept an eye on her. It was all consuming, and so intense. It was still going when I started to spurt.
It ended with her slumping onto the bed, taking me with her. I was breathing heavily after all that physical exertion and she was whimpering.
I wanted us to sleep together but she said no. That wasn't what I wanted to hear, but being in our own beds was the sensible thing to do.
I was late getting up. Felicity's bed was empty, and that was a surprise because she's not an early riser. Then I remembered that she had a job interview. After showering I went downstairs. Aunty was in the kitchen, and when she saw me she smiled. That was unnerving. It wasn't the reaction I expect from her. It's usually a look of disdain, or worse, a scowl.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
I literally had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. It was painful, so I wasn't asleep. What I'd ordered was ready in fifteen minutes, and it was cooked to perfection. While I was eating it I tried to work out what was going on. But when I'd finished I was none the wiser.
"I need a favour from you."
So there was an ulterior motive for her actions, but I had no idea what it was. Then she said more.
"The building work on my apartment is taking longer than expected. It's not going to be finished for another two months. Your Mother says that it's not a problem. I can stay as long as I want, but only if it's OK with you and Felicity."
I pretended to be concerned, as if what she was asking was a huge favour, but really I was more than happy to continue sharing a bedroom with my Sister.
"And Felicity has agreed to it."
So it was all down to me. Of course I was going to say yes, but not straight away. This was my opportunity to have some fun with her.
"I'll need to think about it."
For the next two days I kept her in suspense. During that time she was at my beck and call, but now it was time to tell her.
"It's a yes from me as well."
She was so grateful, and I even got a big hug from her. That was a first. And her smile was the biggest that I'd ever seen. But if I was to tell her why I wanted to continue sharing a bedroom with my Sister. That it was because it was easier for us to fuck without getting caught, then she'd have a heart attack. That got me thinking.
The next time that's she's nasty to me, I might tell her!f I'd put my mind to it, like I always did with my college work, then I would have realized that this outcome was highly likely. Perhaps even inevitable. But foolishly, I hadn't thought about it. Instead I'd been reckless, living for the moment, enjoying it as often as I could. And now, because of my stupidity, I was going to have to suffer the consequences.
Having sex with my Sister, and doing it as often as possible, while my Aunty was in the house all day, was a recipe for disaster!
Aunty hadn't actually caught us in the act, but the noises coming from the bedroom had convinced her that we were lovers. Thankfully, she hadn't interrupted us, she'd waited until the next day before confronting me with her suspicions. That gave me the opportunity to strenuously deny it. However, despite my best efforts, it was obvious that she didn't believe me. That awkward conversation had ended with her declaring, "Let's see what your Mother has to say about it."
That was two days ago, and I was still waiting for the shit to hit the fan. And it was going to be a big fan with a lot of shit. When another day passed without her telling on us, it was becoming unbearable. If it was anybody else then I might have believed that they'd decided to keep it to themselves. But she was Aunty, the woman that hated me. The delay was so that she could make me suffer. And I was indeed suffering.
That night, I couldn't get to sleep, but my Sister, who was unaware that Aunty had discovered our secret, had easily managed it. She'd been fast asleep for more than an hour, and annoyingly, she was now snoring loudly. I was tempted to wake her up and tell her, but that would just be spiteful. It was better for her if she remained blissfully ignorant for as long as possible. And if, by some miracle, Aunty was to keep our secret, then she'd never need to know.
After a restless night, I was up early. When I went downstairs Aunty was alone in the kitchen. My heart sank when I saw her. The look she gave me didn't make me feel any better because its meaning was clear.
'I'm going to make you squirm!'
And for the next few minutes she did, and without speaking. Her just being near me was enough to do that. Eventually, it was too much for me.
I blurted out, "Please don't tell my parents."
She didn't reply, but I did get a sly grin from her. She was enjoying this.
"I'll do anything you want if you promise not to tell."
Again, she didn't reply, but there was a glimmer of hope for me. She appeared to be thinking about what I'd said. Perhaps I could tip the balance in my favour. It was worth a try.
"And I mean ANYTHING."
If that didn't work then I was prepared to go down on my hands and knees and beg. And if I could make myself cry then I would. After what seemed like ages, but was actually just a few seconds, she eventually said, "I'll think about it."
I wanted more than that, but that would have to do for now. Continuing might irritate her, and therefore she'd be less likely to accept the deal.
I was expecting her to make me wait at least a day, or perhaps even longer, but surprisingly, half an hour later, when I was alone in my Sister's bedroom, she joined me.
While wagging her finger at me, as if I was a naughty child, she said, "I'm not going to say anything. But it must stop, and it must stop NOW!"
I wanted to hug her, and even give her a big fat kiss on the lips. That, however, would freak her out, so I just stayed as I was, sitting on the bed. But I did give her a sincere thank you that I repeated several times. Her response to that, while making eye contact and smiling, was, "You're welcome."
Of course, I knew it wasn't over. She now owned me, lock, stock, and barrel. And for the next few days, or weeks, or maybe even forever, I was going to be her slave. Doing whatever she asks me to do. That wasn't going to be easy, but because I was truly grateful for her silence, I was determined to do my best to keep her happy.
Not long after, it started with, "A coffee would be nice."
I quickly made it for her. Then it was a request for biscuits. I brought her a selection so that she could choose the ones she wanted. And there were more menial tasks, lots of them. I was glad when it was bedtime. However, when I joined my Sister in the bedroom, it soon became apparent that I was out of the frying pan and into the fire.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Sorry Sis, I'm not in the mood."
She'd tried to kiss me but I'd turned my head away. I did want to kiss her, and also do a lot more than that. I wanted her on her back, with me on top of her, so that we could fuck like crazy. But now that Aunty knew about us I couldn't risk it. She'd told me that it had to stop and she'd meant it. If she was to catch us at it again then she'd definitely tell our parents. I took a deep breath and then, with sadness in my heart, I said more.
"What we've been doing is wrong. I'm not going to do it again. And nothing you can say will make me change my mind."
Her face was a picture, a mixture of surprise and astonishment. Then it suddenly changed. I could see the hurt in her eyes. She wanted to cry but she was determined not to. Now she was angry, and I knew she would do her best to hurt me. I could understand that. From her perspective my actions were clear. I'd got what I'd wanted from her, and then I'd cruelly dumped her. All the times that I'd told her that I loved her, were simply lies, only said so that she'd continue to let me enjoy her gorgeous body.
For the next half an hour Felicity made my life a misery. It started with, "The sex was OK but I've had better." Then she got nastier, "Sometimes I didn't come. I faked it."
Even though what she was saying was like a dagger to my heart, I didn't respond. I could end this by telling her, but I loved her, so to protect her I was going to keep it to myself.
By the time she'd finished, I'd endured every possible insult, and been called lots of names, none of them complimentary. It ended with her storming out of the room. Before slamming the door behind her, she couldn't resist saying more.
"If you won't fuck me then I'll find somebody who will."
What a day. I just wanted it to end. Ten minutes later I was drifting off to sleep, but Aunty entering the room put a stop to that.
"Massage my feet."
It was a command rather than a request, so even though it was late, she was expecting me to do it. And to do it without complaining. So I did, and at first I was enthusiastic. However, after fifteen minutes of massaging her feet and calves, I was finding it difficult to concentrate. Thankfully, not long after she asked me to stop.
"That was good."
Praise from my Aunty, you could knock me down with a feather.
"There had to be one thing that you're good at."
But she had to spoil it. And it wasn't true, I was good at lots of things. In fact, more than my Sister who was clearly her favourite.
Despite my current predicament, I woke up in a good mood, happy to be alive. I was relieved to see that Felicity's bed hadn't been slept in, because that meant that the day wasn't going to start with her being nasty to me. Then I thought about Aunty and I plummeted into despair. There must be something that I could do to put a stop to it. It wasn't going to be easy, but if I put my mind to it I might be able to find a solution to the problem. I was supposed to be clever, it was time to see if I actually was.
An hour later, I'd thought of something. I could kill her! Tempting as that was, that was too extreme. Then an idea suddenly popped into my head. It was good enough to make me smile. It wasn't guaranteed to succeed, but if it worked, then the nightmare would be over.
I was going to try to fuck my Aunty!
The logic was simple, if we became lovers then she would also have a guilty secret. She couldn't tell my parents about me and my Sister, because if she did, then I'd tell them about my illicit relationship with her. It would become a Mexican standoff.
That raised my spirits. However, I knew that what I was planning to do was easier said than done. For it to work I had to seduce her, and I wasn't sure that I was capable of doing that. But I was going to try, starting today before I could change my mind.
It wouldn't matter if my Aunty was unattractive, I'd still go through with it, fortunately for me though, she wasn't. Of course, being nearly fifty meant that she is well past her prime. However, she'd aged well. Having sex with her would not be an unpleasant task!
Aunty got up late, after my parents had gone to work, so she had me all to herself. And that was how she liked it. When others were present she couldn't make me do a lot, because if she did then they would notice, and therefore wonder why I was so willing to be at her beck and call.
"I would like toast and coffee for breakfast."
"Coming right up."
When it was done I got a few minutes peace, but as soon as she finished eating she was working me again.
"My Shoes need polishing."
I was good at that, so when the task was done you could see your face in them.
"Now do the others that are in my bedroom."
My heart sank when I saw that there were six pairs. But I polished all of them, giving each one of them a mirror finish. When I presented them to her, she saw that I'd done a good job, and that pleased her.
It was now time, before she could think of something else for me to do, to put my plan into action. It had suddenly come to me while I was polishing her shoes. It was a way of seducing her. At the start, it was something that was completely innocent, but if skilfully done then it would end up being sexual.
"Aunty, I know how much you enjoyed me massaging your feet. Would you like me to do it again?"
When her eyes lit up I knew it was a yes. She then spoke to confirm it.
"That would be nice."
With her lying on the couch, and me kneeling on the floor beside her, I started. At first it was her feet, but it wasn't long before I moved onto her calves. I was good at this as well, and she was definitely getting my A game. When I'd done this to her before I'd stopped at her calves. Today I was going to go higher, hopefully, up to her pussy!
Surprisingly, I managed to get halfway up her thighs without any resistance from her. However, that was the limit to what she was prepared to allow, because as soon as I moved beyond that, she said, "We should stop now."
I did, but I kept my hands on her thighs. I was going to do my best to persuade her to let me continue.
"I don't mind doing it. You've always been so good to me, and I know you like this, so please let me continue."
You could hear the pleading in my voice. She would think that it was there because I was desperate to please her, and that might tip the balance in my favour. And saying that she'd always been good to me could not be further from the truth, but I was prepared to say anything that might help me to succeed. I held my breath while I waited for her to say something. When she did, my pulse started to race. It was game on.
"OK, but just for a few more minutes."
I started massaging her thighs again, but this time with a lighter touch. It wasn't long before it became a caress. Earlier, when I'd gone deep into a muscle, she'd acknowledged her discomfort by groaning. Now, even though there could be no discomfort, she was still occasionally making a sound. It was barely audible, but I'd heard it.
She was moaning!
That could only mean one thing. She wasn't just enjoying this, it was exciting her. And to my surprise, realizing that, was also exciting me. My cock was now expanding at an alarming rate. The urge to quickly go higher was strong, but that would be foolish. I needed to be patient, to progress slowly and cautiously.
While keeping my hands mid-thigh, I continued with my lover's touch. I was sensuously caressing her. And it was working, because her moaning, though still low, was now more frequent. It was time to be bolder. I didn't push hard, but the minimal pressure on her thighs got me what I wanted. Her legs opened wider. Not by much, but it was an indication of her willingness to make this more than a massage. Then, when my hands slowly moved further up her thighs, she responded by opening them even more, giving me better access to her pussy.
I couldn't believe it. It had been so easy. Her legs were now so wide apart that I could see her white panties. My hands were at the hem of them, any higher and they'd be on her pussy. I had to smile, very soon my throbbing cock was going to be deep inside her. It would be mission accomplished!
It was decision time, not about whether I should continue. That was a given. It concerned her panties, take them off or pull them to the side? Her underwear was small, something that a much younger woman would wear. It was stretched tight across her pussy, and seeing it like that was exciting me. However, fingering her, and then later on fucking her, was going to be difficult with them still on. I was going to have to take them off.
I was convinced that it was going to be easy. The big stain on her panties was proof of how excited she was. Perhaps so excited, that she might even help me to remove them.
I couldn't have been more wrong!
As soon as my hands were on the side of her panties, her legs snapped shut. So fast that it made me gasp. When she suddenly sat up I knew that it was over. I was removing my hands from under her skirt even before she spoke.
Calmly, as if it had just been an innocent massage, she repeated what she'd said earlier on, "We should stop now."
Nothing was said about it, but perhaps to punish me for catching her off guard, for the rest of the day she worked me like a dog.
"I would like another coffee."
It was getting intolerable because that was her fifth one of the day so far.
"I need you to go out and get me something."
It was difficult to find, and when I returned with it I thought that she'd be happy. But it wasn't exactly what she wanted so I had to return it and start again.
At five o'clock in the afternoon my Sister returned after being out all night. If looks could kill then I'd be a dead man. Thankfully though, she didn't give me another tongue-lashing. This time she showed her displeasure by ignoring me and keeping out of my way. I could live with that.
Later that evening, Felicity went out again. I was curious to know where she was going, and if she would be returning tonight, but I had the good sense not to ask. If she was spending the night with a new boyfriend, then asking would give her the opportunity to gloat. If there wasn't a new lover, she'd take it out on me by being nasty.
As soon as I could, I escaped to the bedroom. With Aunty not giving me any more jobs to do, and my Sister out, I could take stock of the day. There was a lot to think about.
I'd had some success with Aunty, but not enough to get me out of my predicament. She'd opened her legs for me, and my hands had been where they shouldn't have been without her complaining. However, she could explain all that away by blaming me. I could imagine her telling my Mother what had happened.
"I couldn't believe it when he suddenly put his hands up my skirt. Then he actually tried to pull my panties down."
Giving my version would only make it worse. There was no way Mother would believe that her Sister had enjoyed it. It would come across as a feeble attempt to blame Aunty for something that was obviously all my fault.
The next day, when I woke, my optimism had returned. Yesterday had been a failure but that didn't mean that today would be as well. However, in order to succeed, I needed to learn from my mistakes.
It had gone well until I'd tried to remove her panties. I still believed that it was the right thing to do, but the timing of it had sucked. She'd been excited, but I should have aroused her even more by playing with her covered pussy before attempting it. I could kick myself, I was such a fool. I should have known better than to be so impatient.
Her skimpy panties had been tight across her pussy, so all the contours of it were clearly visible. I could have started by giving her prominent lips some attention, then onto her opening. Teasing it with my fingers. Eventually ending up on her clit. By the time I'd finished worshipping her little jewel, taking her underwear off wouldn't have been a problem. And if my fingers had worked there magic then she would be doing it herself.
So I now knew what I had to do, but was it too late? What had happened yesterday might have been my one and only chance. It was highly unlikely that she would let me massage her feet again.
It was a mixed day. Good, because what Aunty demanded of me was minimal. But also bad because my offer of another massage was rejected. And though not specifically said, it was made clear by the look that she gave me that I shouldn't ask again.
In the evening my Sister returned, and this time she was staying the night. When we were together in the bedroom, I did try to ignore her continuous abusive behaviour, but it was just too difficult. This couldn't go on any longer. It had to stop.
"Sis, I have something to tell you."
It didn't take me long, and I ended it with, "I thought it would be better if I kept it from you."
Her response to that was unexpected. She sucker-punched me in the stomach, making me double over in pain.
"Well you were wrong. That was for not telling me."
I didn't deserve that, but I took it without complaining.
"I thought that you didn't love me."
When I held my arms out she came towards me. We embraced, and then we kissed on the lips, with passion. The sensible thing to do was to stop, but that was never an option.
I ignored her tits, instead, going straight for her pussy. Like me, she was just in her underwear, so it was easy to get to it. When I pushed two fingers deep into her she gave a low moan that lasted for several seconds. When it ended she was reaching for my cock.
"Fuck me."
That was music to my ears. I then did, and for the briefest of time. It was over almost as soon as it had begun.
Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms. Both of us completely satisfied. It may have been short in duration, but the intensity had been high. And the ending was up there with the best I'd ever had with any woman. Both of us were happy. Her climax had been explosive, and mine had almost matched it.
It was a while before either of us spoke. She was the first to break the silence.
"We could kill her."
That made me laugh, and then I explained my reaction to what she'd said.
"I thought of that as well."
I then told her about what I'd tried to do with Aunty, and why, if it had been successful, it would have been to our advantage.
"You must try again. I'll see if I can think of some way of helping you."
I wasn't hopeful, but in less than ten minutes she'd come up with a suggestion that was full of promise.
In the morning we went downstairs together. Aunty was already up, and we joined her for breakfast. It was quite pleasant, and because my Sister was with us, Aunty couldn't give me any chores, so I could relax. Occasionally, there was even laughter, and it was from all three of us. It was the perfect setting for Felicity to put her plan into action.
While looking at Aunty, and giving her a big smile, my Sister said, "It's going to be a nice day. Would you like to go into the Hot Tub with me?"
That got a polite no from her, and then she said more.
"I didn't bring my swimsuit with me."
"I have something that you can wear. Aunty please say yes."
I wasn't optimistic, and my money was on her not changing her mind, but to my surprise, and great delight, she said OK.
It was two o'clock when they entered the Hot Tub. Aunty wasn't a large woman, but she was bigger than Felicity. She'd wanted to wear a swimsuit but there wasn't one that she could squeeze into, so she was wearing a bikini. I got a good look at her in it while she was walking towards the Hot Tub. It was tight on her, emphasising her ample curves. If she was to wear it at a beach she'd get the attention of most men, young and old.
As instructed, I waited fifteen minutes before joining them. I could tell that Aunty didn't want me in the Hot Tub, but I was in it before she could complain. She put her hands over her breasts to hide her cleavage, but it wasn't long before she got used to me being with her, so she removed them.
"My shoulders are tense, will one of you massage them?"
My Sister had said 'one of you', but it was only intended for me. I was ready for it, so I quickly said yes before Aunty could.
For the next few minutes, while I was seated and she was kneeling in front of me with her back towards me, I massaged her shoulders. I knew that I was doing a good job, but from her body language, and the praise I was getting from her, my Sister was giving the impression that it was even better than it really was. When she noticed Aunty giving her envious looks, my Sister spoke.
"It's wonderful, you should let Gerard do it to you."
She eagerly agreed to it. They quickly changed places, and my hands were now on Aunty's shoulders.
"I need the bathroom."
As soon as Felicity was out of the Hot Tub I was executing the next step of the plan. It was risky, and if I was caught doing it I'd be in trouble. Thankfully though, it went without a hitch. I'd managed to undo her bikini top without her noticing.
Her breasts were under the water, so that might be why it took some time before she realized what had happened. When she did, she squealed, and then she reached for it as it was floating away. But I grabbed it before she could.
"I'll put it back on for you."
She was still shocked by what had happened, and that was probably why she was going to let me do it. To me, this had been the weak part of the plan. I thought that she'd just say no and do it herself. However, my Sister had been convinced that if I acted quickly, then it would work. And she was right!
It should have been easy to put the cups over her breasts and then fasten the bikini top tightly at the back. And it would have been if I wasn't deliberately making a meal of it. I couldn't see her tits, because I was behind her and they were under the water, so that would be my excuse if she wanted to know why it was taking so long.
As well as holding her breasts, and discreetly fondling them, I was taking every opportunity to move my palms or fingers over her nipples. Subtly at first, but then when those little buds swelled to an impressive size, there was no mistaking what I was doing.
Her top had now been discarded, because there was no longer any need for it. The pretence had ended. I was playing with her tits and she was enjoying it!
Again, I had her, but this time I wasn't going to lose her. I would take my time, skilfully getting her more and more excited until she was past the point of no return. But there was a problem. She was kneeling with her back towards me. It was a good position for playing with her breasts, but it gave me no access to her pussy. How was I going to manoeuvre her into a better position?
When she suddenly brushed my hands away it startled me. What had I done wrong? Then I saw the reason for it, my Sister was approaching. That wasn't part of the plan. She wasn't supposed to return. When she got into the Hot Tub, despite the fact that I wanted to scream at her, I calmly said, "Aunty's top has just come off, will you please help her to put it back on?"
After retrieving it, she did, and while she was doing it I glared at her, but she didn't seem to notice. When it was back on I got an explanation for her untimely interruption.
"Mother is home. She's taken some time off work because the weather is nice."
She hadn't returned so that she could spoil it for us, she'd done it so that we wouldn't get caught. I was grateful. Mother enjoyed the Hot Tub more than me and my Sister did, so it was highly likely that she would want to use it today. And I was right. Not long after Felicity's return, Mother joined us. That's when I got out.
While the three of them were in the Hot Tub, I lay on my bed, cursing my bad luck. I must be jinxed. Two attempts, that had initially gone well, had suddenly ended in disappointment. I was willing to try again, but what was the point of that? If I did manage to think of another way of seducing her then it was destined to be another dismal failure. I should just give up. Aunty was only going to be living with us for another few weeks. I would just have to put up with it until then. But I groaned when I remembered that her new place was only fifteen minutes away. She would always be calling me, asking me to come over. I was never going to be free of her. However, there was something that I could try. It was a long shot though, so unlikely to succeed.
I could beg for mercy!
After lunch the next day, we had the house to ourselves.
"Aunty will you stop giving me lots of jobs to do."
Then, after putting my hands together and offering them up to her, I added, "Please, I'm begging you."
It didn't get the response I was hoping for. She laughed. When she'd finished, she said, "That was pathetic."
Then, for some reason that I was struggling to understand, but was grateful for, her stern expression changed, and the words that came out of her mouth were a lot kinder.
"You're right, we can't go on like this. I have been a bit nasty to you."
I almost laughed. A bit? She'd been a complete and utter bitch.
"But it would be nice if you would occasionally do things for me, not because I was making you do them, but because you want to."
It took a while for the words to sink in, but when they did I was so grateful that I hugged her.
When I told my Sister about it she was sceptical, telling me not to trust her.
"She's being nice to you now, but remember, a wolf is still a wolf even when it doesn't eat your sheep!"
That made me laugh.
I heeded her warning, but the next two days convinced me that her change of attitude towards me was genuine. So when she complained to me that her back was sore, I eagerly offered to help.
"A massage will sort it out."
That's why she was now face down on the bed, with me standing over her, ready to start. I wasn't just going to do her back, I was treating her to a full massage, so she was just in her underwear, with her bottom covered by a small towel.
Now that we were best of friends, this wasn't a chore. I was doing it to please her. I started on her shoulders, going hard into the muscles. I was getting the occasional groan from her, but she wasn't complaining. As they say, no pain no gain. When I moved down to her back I eased off when I got to the problem area.
"It might be better if you untie my bra so that the strap doesn't get in the way."
That made sense, so I did what she'd suggested. I worked the sore muscle as best I could, but it wasn't long before it was too uncomfortable for her. That's when I turned my attention to her legs. I started on her calves, and then I went onto her thighs. The towel was stopping me going higher so I took it off without asking her if I could. I didn't think she'd object, and she didn't, but she did do something else, and it surprised me. She opened her legs, and a lot wider than they needed to be for me to massage her thighs.
I'd seen it before, and like then, looking at it was exciting me. On display was her pussy, covered by the same white panties. While I continued massaging her, I was staring at it. It was starting to mesmerize me. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, but it didn't work, my heart was still pounding in my chest and my cock was still rock-hard, And now, as if my hands had a mind of their own, they were going upwards, and there was nothing I could do to stop them!
Despite being almost out of control, I had the good sense to be gentle with her. I didn't suddenly yank her panties to one side and then quickly thrust three fingers deep up her sweet pussy, instead I delicately probed it with a single finger. Exploring every part of it. However, she responded as if my fingers were actually deep inside her honeypot. Her moans were loud, and there was even the occasional gasp from her.
"Take them off."
That startled me because I hadn't expected her to speak, so I was slow to act. Before I could do it she repeated what she'd said, but this time a lot louder.
I quickly removed them. Her exposed pussy was a thing of beauty, but now wasn't the time for admiring it. It was time for action.
As soon as my head was between her legs, and my mouth and tongue were on her pussy, she lifted her bottom up to an impressive height, giving me better access to her honeypot. However, it must be a position that was uncomfortable for her, because after only a short while she said, "I need to turn over."
As soon as I'd removed my head from between her legs, she turned over, and it was done quickly. That showed how eager she was for me to continue. I didn't keep her waiting. With a speed that matched hers, I was now back between her wide open legs.
I was eating her pussy as if my life depended upon it, and she was responding by squirming and wriggling her bottom. Her lips were impressive, big and meaty. I'd like to spend more time sucking on them, but there was something else that urgently needed some attention. Her little clit!
After my tongue had glided over it a few times, it had swollen to almost twice the size. It looked as if it was about to burst,
"Finger me."
So my tongue was not enough for her, that was easy to fix. As I continued servicing her clit she got what she'd asked for. Two fingers inserted into her opening. Her juices were flowing, so they went in up to the knuckles with little resistance. However, they filled her up enough to make her gasp.
It was now a two-pronged attack. My tongue and fingers competing to see who could give her the most pleasure. There was another, waiting in the wings, that was eager to join in. And it would, but later on.
My throbbing cock!
They were like a piston, going in and out of her at an impressive speed. And it was exciting her. However, those fingers were no match for what my tongue was doing to her little jewel. It had found its sweet spot, so every time it moved over it, she was moaning. And those moans were getting louder.
"I need to come!"
She'd shouted it out, so loud, that if there'd been anybody else in the house they would have heard it. I was impressed. My Aunty was nearly fifty, but her sexual needs were still strong.
My fingers helped, by moving faster, but it was my tongue that made her boil over. When I was sure that she was in it, I raised my head. I smiled as I watched her, proud of what I'd achieved. I'd made my Aunty come.
At first, she went rigid, with her arms by her side, but that was only for a second or two. Then, as her head went from side to side, she became more animated. When she suddenly clamped her legs together, I was thankful that my head wasn't still between them. It would have been trapped there, and I'd be unable to breathe until her climax was over.
With my face sticky with her juices, and the strong smell of sex in my nostrils, I waited for her to recover. Her orgasm had been intense, so it had taken a lot out of her, but it wasn't long before she was sitting up and speaking.
Sheepishly, she said, "I think it got a bit out of hand."
I laughed, because it was a lot more than 'a bit'.
That was what you might say about an inappropriate kiss. We'd done way more than that. I'd gone down on my Aunty, and it had ended with her having a shuddering climax. That was something that couldn't be shrugged off with a joke. However, I didn't have any regrets, but how did she feel about it? There was only one way to find out, and that was to ask her.
"Any regrets?"
Worryingly, her face suddenly became stern, and she wasn't giving me an answer. I gulped. Was I now in more trouble than I was before? Yes, we'd been intimate, and it had been consensual, but if she wanted to, she was more than capable of explaining it to my Mother in a way that would put all of the blame on me.
"Yes, there are two things I regret."
Inwardly I groaned. One would be bad enough, two was a nightmare. Then her face suddenly changed. She was smiling.
"I regret that you didn't play with my tits, and more importantly, you didn't fuck me."
I was so relieved that I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In the end I did neither, instead, I just said, "I'm ready whenever you are."
She was ready now, because as soon as I'd said it, she was undressing me. I let her do all of it without helping her. It was done slowly, and surprisingly, for such a mundane task, she made it sensual.
I was now down to my boxer shorts. My erection was clearly visible because it was tenting in my underwear. My Aunty was looking at it, with hunger in her eyes. I wanted it out, standing proud, with her hand on it, but she was just staring at it. Then she knelt down in front of me, her face close to the bulge in my boxers. With a hand on each side of my underwear, she suddenly pulled it down. As soon as it popped out her mouth was on it. I gasped, and then I groaned with pleasure as she bobbed her head.
When I reached for her tits she brushed my hand away, then she mumbled something. It sounded like 'not now'. So this was all about me, she wanted to pleasure my cock without any distractions. I could live with that. So with my boxers still around my ankles, and my eyes closed, I let her get on with it.
It was good, but when she started to slowly speed up, it got even better. She wasn't overambitious, only taking as much of my member into her mouth that she was comfortable with. That meant that there was a steady rhythm to it, making it more pleasurable.
This wasn't a first for me, but there was a part of it that I hadn't experienced before. Edging. Most of the girls that had sucked my cock, had wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible. And even the ones that had enjoyed it hadn't wanted to prolong it for too long. But Aunty was different. There didn't seem to be a time limit for her. She was content to continue for as long as possible. When I got too excited she would back off, and then, when it was safe to do so, take me to the edge again.
They say that you can have too much of a good thing, and it's true. As wonderful as edging was, I couldn't take any more of it. I wanted to come, to spurt all of my hot spunk into her mouth.
"Finish me off."
She did, but not straight away. And before she did I had to ask again.
It was explosive, as good a climax as I've ever had. And to make it even more special, she didn't just let me come in her mouth, she swallowed all of it. Every last drop!
Afterwards, declaring, "That was delicious."
My Aunty, the bitch that I'd hated for most of my life, was full of surprises. Teasing me about her two regrets was a demonstration of her wicked sense of humour. And now, in the bedroom, her sensual and sexual nature had been revealed. To my surprise, I'd discovered that she was highly sexed, more than capable of keeping a young man happy.
"Now you can play with them."
At first I didn't understand, and then I realized that she was referring to her tits. When my cock had been in her mouth I'd tried to touch them, but she'd stopped me, saying not now.
They were bigger than Felicity's, and though not as firm as hers, I preferred them. However, I would never be stupid enough to tell my Sister that. As for their nipples, they were identical.
Only a short while ago I'd had a very good climax, one that should have satisfied me for at least a day. But now, with my mouth sucking on one of her prominent nipples, and my fingers tweaking its twin, I was eager to come again. And unless she was faking the loud moans that were coming out of her mouth, my Aunty wouldn't say no to a second one.
It had taken my cock a while to get back to its best, but now it was. It had enjoyed being in her mouth, but that was only the starter. It was craving the main course. Her pussy! It couldn't wait any longer, and nor could I.
I said, "Are you ready to fuck."
Her response of, "I was ready ten minutes ago," made me laugh.
Because of the seriousness of what we were about to do, we should have taken some time to think about it before starting. To consider the possible consequences of our actions. But we didn't. We were like two teenagers that were doing it for the first time. We just wanted to get on with it.
She was lying on the bed, and as soon as she opened her legs I was quickly manoeuvring my cock towards her opening. As I pushed into her she smiled, and I felt genuine affection towards her. Initially, fucking her was just a means to an end. Doing it would mean that she would no longer have a hold over me. Now it was different, we weren't fucking we were making love.
It took a few seconds for both of us to get used to each other, then it was as if we'd been doing it for years. At first, it was more tender than passionate, but then our animal instincts kicked in. I was now fucking her hard and she was crying out for more. She wasn't as tight as Felicity. However, that didn't matter, because I was enjoying it as much as I ever did when I was inside my Sister.
"Fuck me harder."
I did, and as I kept on doing it her moaning went to a higher level.
"More."
My Aunty was full of surprises. What she was getting should have been enough for her. It had always been enough for my Sister, but if she wanted more, then more she would get.
It was now hard work, and even though I was a young man, it was something that I'd only be able to do for a short while. Fortunately though, it was working. The noises she was making told me that she was close. So like me, very soon she would come.
When she did, I wasn't far behind. Hers started with an ear-piercing scream, that was so loud, it almost put me off my stroke. She'd got there first, but she was still in it as I emptied my balls into her. I couldn't be sure that it was my best one ever, but it was definitely a contender!
When my Sister got home we were downstairs. Our bedroom antics had ended a couple of hours earlier, and we weren't in the mood for more, so there was nothing to see. However, Felicity must have noticed something in our behaviour towards each other, because she was giving us funny looks.
Then she suddenly blurted out, while looking at me, "You did it!"
She didn't need to explain, we knew what she was referring to. When we didn't deny it she knew that she was right. Her knowing wasn't a problem, but if we acted the same way when others were present, then they might get suspicious.
That evening, while we were eating our evening meal, we made sure to act as we always did. I got some sarcastic comments from Aunty, and she got disrespect from me. It must have been convincing because Mother said something about it.
"I wish the two of you would just get along. Perhaps you can find a common interest, something that both of you like doing. And then you can do it together."
I looked at Aunty, and like me, she was struggling to keep a straight face. We had found a common interest, and we would indeed be doing it together, and as often as possible.
"It was fucking!"
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