Capítulo 2280: MORE THAN VIDEO GAMES
On the day I broke up with my girlfriend, while I was having breakfast alone, I heard her unlock the apartment door.
"Welcome home," I called, putting down my tablet. Finding a new place to stay mid-semester, especially in Munich, was a nightmare. Expensive too.
"Good morning," she said, breezing through the hallway and into the bedroom. No hug, no kiss, not the slightest bit of the tenderness that had drawn me to her in the first place. I heard her rummage in the bedroom, then she came into the kitchen. Mia was stunning, even this early. Her long, dark hair flowed over her shoulders down to mid-back and her hazel eyes sparkled. Her mood was much better than mine.
"Oh, coffee. Thanks," she said, pouring herself a mug. She smelled freshly showered. Not her usual scent.
"Help yourself. How did your studies go?" I asked, playing along.
Mia took a sip from her coffee and looked at me over the rim of her mug.
"You know I'm not studying."
"Uh-huh."
"In fact, I'm seeing someone."
I closed my eyes, waiting for the sting to come. It somehow didn't. I exhaled slowly.
"You're taking this very well," Mia whispered.
"It's not the biggest surprise ever," I said. "And you've not been very subtle about it. When was the last time you've kissed me?"
"I'm sorry. It's just..." Mia's voice broke and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"If you were sorry, you wouldn't fuck around my back," I said, very quietly.
Instead of throttling her, I drank the rest of my coffee, got up and began to pack, Mia hovering just inside my field of vision, wringing her hands. I hated how she killed our relationship by being so fucking adult about it and I figured before I did anything stupid, I might as well leave.
After an uncomfortable night on the sofa, I carried my stuff down one box at a time while Mia watched from the kitchen.
"Good bye, Lukas," Mia said, closing the door behind me. I picked up the last of my boxes and carried it down three flights of stairs to my old, pink Peugeot 206. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to cry or to laugh. Three words to end three long years we've been together. I thought we were on to something but, looking back, I realized the only thing keeping us together was the sex and the fact we both studied Law at Munich University. She came from a rich family, her father was in the fashion business while I came from working class parents. She loved the arts, fashion and shopping trips to Milan while I enjoyed a good video game or a sweaty rock concert. We argued over stupid shit like if I should put my gaming system into the living room or the office. But when we made up afterwards, we set our bed on fire.
All was well I thought, up until three months ago. We had spent less and less time together, even ate on separate occasions. Mia didn't tell me where she went anymore and eventually I stopped asking. Then she stayed away from home overnights. I wasn't stupid enough to believe her stories about "studying with her friends" because one of the reasons we hooked up in the first place was that I helped her get her shit together. Mia going out to study with her ditzy friends sounded as likely as me winning the freaking lottery. I should have cornered her, asking when she'd tell me about her new lay, but I didn't. Instead, I started to check the classifieds for a new place to stay. I could hardly afford my share of the rent and staying in our roomy Altstadt flat alone was way out of my budget.
* * * *
As I fumbled with the keys, shivering in the cold December air, I couldn't help but smile. Somehow we had managed three years. Not bad, all things considered.
But now what? I had planned to stay over the holidays in our shared flat to prepare for the inevitable end-of-semester barrage of tests but staying with Mia was out of the question. She had offered to let me stay over the holidays but the damage was done. The last thing I wanted was to hang around while she invited her new lover and sleeping on the couch every night wasn't my idea of fun either. I declined.
I unlocked the trunk of my car, amazed that the lock hadn't frozen shut overnight. Six boxes filled it up to the ceiling and I prayed I didn't have to drive backwards. When I ducked back out, I saw a black BMW slide into a parking spot directly in front of the house and out came a long coat wearing, slick guy. South European type, gold stud in one ear. None of our neighbors. He rang at our place. Mia didn't waste much time, it seemed.
I threw the last box and my overnight bag into the car, slid across to the driver's seat, pulled the door shut behind me and turned the key. The trouble with fifth-hand student cars is their utter lack of reliability. Even an old faithful like the Peugeot hated the cold weather and it took me a small eternity to get it to start. With the running engine the heating came on and I realized I had no fucking clue where to go. My parents lived in Hamburg, practically at the other end of Germany, and I dreaded the almost 800 kilometer drive through snow and Christmas holiday traffic. Most of my friends from University were out of town for the holidays as well and, with the little bit of cash I had on hand, renting a hotel room simply wasn't in my budget.
My cell rang. A bit surprised I dug it out of my pocket. "Aunt Stephanie" it said on the display. Mom's younger sister. I took the call.
"Yes?"
"Lukas! How are you?" She sounded so lively, I found it hard not to smile.
"Could be better. What did I do to deserve your call?"
"I was wondering if you could tell me where my sister and her husband had vanished off to."
With a start I remembered. Another reason why going home was kinda out of the question. Hanging around alone for two weeks while my parents were off visiting relatives all over the country wasn't my idea of fun, not after today.
"They're doing the rounds, like every damn year. Both sets of grandparents, friends... Have you tried Mom's cell?"
"That's why I called you. She's not picking up."
"Typical. I've bought them a cell phone for that kind of emergencies and what do they do? Most probably it's on the kitchen counter, collecting dust." I sighed. What was it with parents and current technology? It wasn't that long ago I taught my father how to run games on my old PC, or so it felt like.
"Let me think. If they do it like every year, they should be at your parents' place right about now. Come to think of it, why aren't you there?"
A pause greeted me, then Stephanie quietly said "You know, I'm not much for family gatherings right now. I would have to explain too much." She stopped. "You don't sound so hot yourself. Anything up?"
"Mia and I broke up. The 'mutual agreement' bullshit."
"The girl you had with you at your mother's birthday in June, looked like she wanted to be elsewhere?"
"Yeah, that's her. Maybe garden BBQs are beneath her station," I grumbled.
"Didn't you say you lived together?"
"We did, until about ten minutes ago. I decided to spare her my company and leave."
"Where are you now?"
"Sitting in my car with no clue where to go."
Another pause.
"Here's an idea. Why don't you come out to visit me in Habischried? It's just a ninety minutes drive. I can offer a hot meal and a bed for a few days until you've caught yourself," Stephanie suggested.
"Sure, why not? Can you send me your address?"
"Give me a few minutes. I'll be seeing you in an hour and a half then!"
"If you speak with my parents, tell them I said 'hi', okay?" I asked her.
"Sure thing. Drive carefully!" She hung up and I kicked my car into gear. It would be a nerve-wracking drive anyway, no matter the distance. Leaving Munich was easy enough and while I threaded my car onto the Autobahn, I received a text from Aunt Stephanie with her address. Things didn't look so bad.
* * * *
Somewhere along the A92 between Landau and Platting, the car died. From one moment to the next, the engine was silent. Before I could crash into anything (or anybody could crash into me!), I pulled the car onto the breakdown lane, amazed that at least the brakes still worked. I turned on the hazard lights and stopped. It was around half past four already and getting dark, thick snowflakes pouring from the heavens. It promised to be one hell of a cold night. And of course the heating had died too.
This was quickly turning out to be the worst day ever. I called a tow truck and wrapped myself into my jacket. Then I hopped out of the car and set up my emergency triangle behind it. The last thing I needed was a caffeine-crazy trucker slamming into me. It took me way too long to dig that damn thing out from under all my boxes. By the time I had it in hand, I was freezing cold.
Within minutes my hands were frozen and by the time I had set up the warning signs the last vestiges of heat had vanished from the car as well. Shivering, I hopped back in and waited. And waited. And waited.
Two hours and a phone call with Aunt Stephanie later, to let her know I would be a little late, the tow finally arrived and pulled in before my car. A tired-looking man with a beat-up ADAC cap hopped out of the truck and knocked at my window. I winched it down.
"Can you open the hood for me?" he asked.
"Sure, if my fingers haven't fallen off," I replied, none too happy. I fumbled for the opening mechanism and the small hood popped open.
He pulled a flashlight from his high-visibility vest and dove into the engine compartment. Just a few moments later, he resurfaced, closing the hood with an air of finality.
"Looks like your fuel pump has died. Did you really think duct tape would solve anything?" he asked. I shrugged. I owned this car all of five months, having bought it from a fellow student who had no doubt tried to cut costs by home-fixing some of the issues it had when she bought it from another fellow student. But I paid only two hundred Euros for it after all.
"I'm afraid I need to tow you. Can you pay or do you have a membership?"
The fee for towing me right up to Aunt Stephanie's doorstep was just enough to eat up the last of my cash. I figured once I was there I could ask my parents for help so I grudgingly forked over the money, got out of the car and hopped into the warm tow truck while the repair guy winched my car onto the bed of his vehicle. Half an hour after his arrival, we were on our way.
* * * *
"My, you're late," Aunt Stephanie said when she opened the door.
I checked my watch. "Barely seven. All things considered, I was pretty fast."
She took my bag, our hands touching briefly. "You're ice-cold!" she exclaimed. "You, young man, need a hot shower. ASAP."
"Who are you calling 'young man?'" I asked her. Stephanie was Mom's younger sister and the late arrival in her family. She was... wait, about thirty-six? She had her blond hair pulled back in a simple ponytail and wore some kind of warm leggings under a baggy sweatshirt which couldn't hide the curves of her breasts.
Her grey eyes sparkled with mirth. "Face the facts. You're the young one around here and I may call you what I like. 'Mr. Freeze,' for example."
"Yes, m'am," I quipped, earning a slap on the butt as I squeezed past her into the narrow hallway of her row house. To my right, a curved stairwell led to God knows where, a door to my left into a cozy kitchen. The smell of tea wafted out of the room. Straight ahead from the living room, I heard the murmuring of a TV news broadcast, predicting the worst winter snowfall in years.
"This way," Stephanie said, ascending the stairs. "I'll show you where you can crash for the time being."
I trotted up the stairs behind her. On the landing, she stopped. "The bathroom is over here, there's my bedroom and this," she said and opened a door, "is yours for as long as you'd like to stay."
The room had a desk, a lot of empty shelf space and a studio couch. A vintage typewriter and PC were on the desk next to each other and the couch was freshly made.
"Isn't that Uncle Jochen's office?" I asked her as she put my bag at the foot of the couch. "Won't he be using this room? He's still writing his novel, right?"
"Nope," she said, her eyes turning hard for an instant. "He's gone."
"He left you?" I asked her.
Stephanie laughed, a harsh, little sound. "No. I told him to go."
"What happened?" I asked her.
Stephanie looked into my eyes and any kind of humor was gone. "Listen, don't get this wrong. I respect other people's sexuality but I found him in our bedroom, being fucked up the ass by another man."
Before I could say anything, a tiny little smile tugged at her mouth. "Your face was utterly priceless just now," she said with a chuckle. "I didn't believe it either when I stumbled into the bedroom. Come, let's take this downstairs."
"What, no shower for me?" I asked her as we went back downstairs. It was nice and warm but the Autobahn chill still sat deep in my bones.
"You had to ask, now you'll get the whole story," she said. I flopped onto the corner seat while Stephanie poured two mugs of tea. "Still only one sugar?"
I nodded, thankfully accepting the steaming cup.
"I could have accepted him being gay. Maybe I could have accepted him bringing a man into our house -- if I were drunk enough. He only needed to talk to me, but no, he didn't. He locked himself into that office for hours, pretending to write and when he came out, he had killed off another bottle of wine. And out of the blue, I catch him with his pants down while that American ex-soldier type fucked him right in our bed."
"So you're mad because he betrayed your trust."
Stephanie sipped her tea and exhaled slowly. "I could have killed him. But you know what? I didn't even make a scene. I quietly left after I knew he had seen me and went into the living room, waiting for him to come speak to me. His lover left eventually but did he come downstairs? Did he apologize? Did he even try to talk to me? No. When it was past midnight, I crept up the stairs and had a look. He wasn't in our bedroom which still was a sorry mess. He again had locked himself into his office. When he finally deigned to come out of his office the next morning, he didn't say anything. I had to practically interrogate him until he finally acknowledged what he did."
"Who was the guy?"
"Going by the jacket and the shades, I think some Air Force person. A pilot maybe? A friend of mine told me these flyboys like the cock up their channel. I couldn't care less, really. Anyway, I tried to talk, to get him to open up to me. No use. Then I threatened to throw him out, just to get a reaction, anything. Jochen quietly packed his things and left."
"Just like that?"
Stephanie sighed and took a sip from her tea. "Yes, just like that. I wanted him to argue, to shout at me, to defend himself. But you know how he was. Never much of a confrontational person."
I reached across the table and patted her forearm. "I'm really sorry he hurt you like that."
Stephanie shot me a little smile as she closed her hand over mine and squeezed it. "Thank you. My luck with men, really. How's the tea?"
"Nice. But I think I'd better hop under the shower to thaw."
"Sure, go ahead." She squeezed my hand one last time. I got up and climbed the stairs. From my bag I got a fresh set of clothes and my toiletries, then I entered the bathroom and stopped. Very nice bathroom with all the amenities. Large, triangular bath tub in one corner, huge sink, toilet, bidet, you name it. It also had one of those fancy shower cubicles with the basin recessed into the floor and a full clear glass enclosure. I placed my fresh clothes on a shelf, stripped down and hopped into the shower. It was large enough for two.
The hot water was divine and, after five minutes of just soaking it in, I grabbed my shower gel and lathered up. I remembered the last time I had been in such a luxurious bathroom. Back in September Mia and I were attending Fashion Week in Milan and the hotel had a bathroom not unlike the one I was in. Hours of watching stick-thin models parade one outlandish outfit after another had wrung me out but when Mia came into the shower, my fatigue was blown away. She had asked me to soap her up and things quickly escalated from there.
The memory of Mia, kneeling in front of me, my hands in her hair as she looked up at me with my cock between her smiling lips got me hot and bothered. Before I knew it, I was stroking my cock. It was a bittersweet pleasure because, after that Fashion Week, things started to deteriorate between us. Didn't change the fact that afternoon in Milan was so unbelievably hot and I was enough of a dick to milk that memory for all it was worth.
She had grabbed my ass as I fucked her mouth, the tip of my cock nipping at her throat. She had inhaled deeply and on my next stroke, she took my full length, letting me slide down her throat. Her nose brushed my pelvis and I nearly came then and there. But Mia had other plans. She pulled back her head, coughed and let me slip out of her mouth. Shooting me a sexy little grin, she turned around, leaned into the shower wall and pushed her ass my way. I saw her fingers spreading her labia for me, inviting me to fuck her and, as I stepped into her, I realized how wet she was. One hand snaked onto her breast, the other one went around her stomach and I fucked her, fast, hard and into the shower partition. She had urged me on, no, she had ordered me to fuck her real good and I did, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.
In Aunt Stephanie's bathroom, I was mimicking how her pussy had grabbed my dick and I fucked my hand with closed eyes, trying to capture the memory. All too soon I realized I wouldn't last much longer. Gnashing my teeth, I picked up speed. I was so close!
Someone gasped nearby.
My eyes flew open and I looked around. Aunt Stephanie stood in the middle of the bathroom, two big folded towels pressed against her chest. Our eyes met and she blushed. I was so shocked at her being there, I couldn't stop. Groaning, I came, shooting thick ropes of cum against the shower partition.
"Umm... I thought you might need these," she stammered, putting the towels down. When she looked up again, her gaze wandered from the cum oozing down the shower partition back to my rod, then to my face.
"Yeah... thanks I guess," I said, turning my back on her, blushing furiously.
"I'm downstairs if you need anything," she said, somehow quite out of breath. "And do clean up once you're done, okay?"
* * * *
I spent ten more minutes under the shower, trying to make sense of what had happened. She caught me jacking off, okay. But why the hell did it feel so utterly awkward? I wasn't sure if I could look her in the eyes anytime soon. What was she thinking about me? Barely five minutes in and I was happily cranking one out in her shower cubicle. Rather self-conscious, I wiped my cum off her shower partition and used the retractable shower head to rinse the spot thoroughly.
No amount of ice water would spare me from the inevitable confrontation, so I grit my teeth, stepped out of the shower and toweled off.
Aunt Stephanie waited in the living room. She sat on her sofa, two fresh mugs of tea on the table next to each other. The TV was off and she smiled at me when I entered.
"Hey... uhmm..."
"Don't. No need to apologize," she said, motioning for me to sit next to her. "Horniness happens." A grin tugged at her lips. "Besides you could clean up right afterwards so no harm done. If anyone is to blame here then it's me. I should have knocked. Are you mad?"I shook my head, daring to look at her. "Embarrassed more likely."
"Why, for God's sake? Didn't they tell you in school that masturbation is a completely normal way of stress relief?"
"But still..."
Her hand brushed my thigh. "Listen. You should know by now that I really like you. Heck, I helped change your damn diapers. It's not that I haven't seen you naked before. And my, you did some growing when I wasn't looking." She laughed softly. "Who was the lucky one?"
"Huh?"
"What were you thinking about when you... you know..."
I sighed. "Mia."
Stephanie leaned back into the couch, sipping her tea. "Go on."
"What?"
"Might as well spill your guts. Share the burden."
"And here I feared you wanted me to tell what I had fantasized about," I said, giggling.
"If you feel comfortable enough, why not?"
I didn't go into too much detail telling her what Mia and I did under that shower in Milan. But talking about how we had argued the next day, over completely trivial bullshit, and the rapid decline of our relationship that came afterwards, did help.
"Are you mad at her?" Stephanie asked me. She had cuddled up in her corner of the couch and watched me with her intense grey eyes.
"Not really. I would have preferred some advance warning before she went fucking around behind my back. I think, all things considered, we kept it pretty civil. Looking back, I think us breaking up was inevitable. I didn't like her friends and all that fashion bullshit, she didn't like my hobbies or my family. And no amount of hot sex can counter that."
"Yeah, it was pretty obvious she would have preferred something else than grillwurst and fries plus beer and cola at your Mom's birthday bash. At least I could snatch you away from her for a dance or three."
I grinned from ear to ear. Mia's face was priceless as Aunt Stephanie, wearing only a bikini top over super-tight jeans shorties asked me for a dance. We lit up the dancefloor when the DJ played "Night Fever" by the Bee Gees. Mia's gaze could have killed when Stephanie refused to let me go when Lady Antebellum's "Need You Now" played right after that.
"You were pretty cruel to her," I said.
"I only saw a handsome young man being bored to tears by her 'wah, wanna go' attitude. So I swept in and rescued you."
"Was the kiss at the end really necessary?" Mia had nearly ripped my head off after that stunt.
"Totally," Stephanie said, grinning from ear to ear. "That face of hers? So worth it." She drained the rest of her tea. "Feel better?"
"About what?"
"Everything. Being dumped. Being caught by your naughty auntie while spanking your monkey." She put down her mug and rose. "Be right back." She squeezed past me and went up the stairs.
A yawn hit me out of the blue. But then, it had been a long, cold and dreary day after all. I drank the rest of my tea. Yawning again, I grabbed both mugs and brought them into the kitchen then I made my way up the stairs. I bumped into Stephanie as she came out of her bedroom. She wore a long robe.
"Where are you going?" she asked, leaning in the doorway.
"I think I'm going to bed. It's been quite a day."
"Oh." Her smile faltered a bit. "I thought we could still chat for a bit, catch up?"
"I'll be here for a few days. Don't be mad, okay?"
"Mad? Me? I think you'd need an ass-fucking pilot to get me mad," she said, closing the distance between us. She stood on tiptoes and brushed her lips against my cheek. "Sleep tight. And sweet dreams."
* * * *
While trying to make heads or tails of that day's events, sleep did overtake me. One moment I was pondering if Aunt Stephanie was really flirting with me or if I were imagining things, the next I was dreaming Mia and Aunt Stephanie making out with each other, Mia none too happy about Stephanie's advances as Stephanie kissed and caressed all over Mia's body. And of course we were in Stephanie's shower.
A gentle hand on my shoulder woke me, for which I was supremely grateful. My eyes fluttered open. Aunt Stephanie looked at me. Something was different about her. It took my cobwebbed brain long moments to realize that she wore a t-shirt with a deep v-neck under a red-and-black flannel shirt, allowing for a spectacular peek between her breasts before she straightened up.
"Good morning!" she said, sitting down onto the couch next to me. "How does 'hot coffee and breakfast' sound?"
"The best news I've had today," I said with a grin. "Man, you're lively."
"I've been up since eight, went shopping, did the dishes and prepared a hero's breakfast for the two of us."
"How late is it?"
"Just about ten-thirty. I figured you'd need all the sleep after yesterday. Ready to tackle the first day of the rest of your life?"
"Pretty much," I said, sitting up. Her grin was infectious and normally I'm not a morning person.
"Great. I'll be downstairs then. Don't let the coffee go cold!"
I sorted myself and joined her in the kitchen. The rolls smelled good but the coffee was the real star of the show. It blew the remnants of sleep right out of my system.
Stephanie gulped down a bite and snapped her fingers. "Oh, I almost forgot. I did reach your parents yesterday evening, when you already were asleep. They'll be sending your Christmas money and a little extra, to get you back on your feet. I told them I graciously invited you to stay for as long as you needed and they were totally okay with it. So, take your time, settle in and look for a new place."
"Finding a new apartment in Munich will be a royal pain, with it being the holidays and all."
"I've got no problem with letting you stay indefinitely," she said. "Just say the word."
"Commuting all the way will be a nightmare with my old whip," I said around a bite of sausage roll.
"We can take care of that too," she said. "How about we get your boxes from the car after breakfast? I'll help you do the heavy lifting."
"That would be nice, Aunt Stephanie."
She looked straight into my eyes. "Oh, rule number one. As long as you live under my roof, it's 'Stephanie' or 'Steffi', if you feel extra-bold. You're too old to call me 'Aunt' or -- you'd better not dare -- 'Auntie'. I'm serious here, Lukas."
Surprised at her vehemence, I just nodded. Her radiant smile afterwards made me breathe again.
* * * *
My whole life fit into six large cardboard boxes. Two held clothing, three were stacked to the brim with Law textbooks and the last one held my PS3 and a boatload of games. I've had my eyes on the PS4 for the last year but so far I didn't manage to scrounge enough cash together to actually afford one. Not that it mattered much. With my course's work load, gaming time was precious enough and I had a sizable back log of games to play.
"So, this is a modern gaming console, huh?" Stephanie asked, looking at the glossy brick which was my prized 60GB PS3. That one still had built-in backwards compatibility. Sometimes, being an early adopter did pay off, even though I had to eat instant noodles for three months thanks to the horrible asking price of the system.
"Looks a lot different from the Nintendo we had," Stephanie observed.
My eyes lit up. "You had a NES? Mom never talks about it."
"It was mine. Your mom loved her Barbie dolls, but playing Mario or Zelda was my gig. I even beat MegaMan 2." Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Do you want to hook this up?" She tapped the glossy plastic of my PS3.
"I really don't want to intrude."
"You're not." She grabbed a stack of games and leafed through them. "Looks much more interesting than the stuff on TV. I'm sick of commercials." She fanned out a selection of games. "What's good?"
I looked at the things she had picked. Lost Planet 2, Diablo III Ultimate Evil Edition, Call Of Duty Black Ops, Skyrim and Gran Turismo 6.
"Pretty much all of them. What do you like?"
"I'm not much for war games. Too much death in the world already, I don't need to have that in my quality time."
I removed both CoD and Lost Planet.
"Driving, huh? Nah. Give me car porn without the cars," Stephanie said with a smirk. I blushed when I caught her meaning.
"That leaves only Diablo or Skyrim then," I said. "Or something else from the box."
Stephanie wasn't listening. Instead, she dug into the plastic bag holding the PS3's cables and accessories out of the box. "You've got two joypads here," she observed. "Can we play together?"
"It's Diablo then," I said, holding up the case.
* * * *
Belial roared one final time and died. Stephanie held out her hand and we high-fived. Her Wizard had dealt the final blow while my Demon Hunter was busy dodging green puddles of death, setting up Sentries to speed along the Lord of Lie's demise.
"That's pretty damn fantastic. I should have paid more attention to the video games stuff over the years. How could I miss out on this?" Stephanie asked while she sorted through the loot she got. Belial had been good to her, dropping a Leoric's Signet legendary ring while I had to make do with a new Rare crossbow and quiver.
"Ready to go on?" I asked her. There were still three more act bosses to kill and levels to gain. And playing with her was so much better than grinding alone.
Mia had never played with me, her scorn was like a slap when I held a controller her way.
"I'll leave you to your toys," she had said, snatching up the latest issue of Vogue and sweeping from the room. She didn't at least try. No. Instead she had to treat me like a stupid kid.
"Hey, stop your frown," Stephanie said. "I can't be that bad, even if I'm only your level 30 sidekick." Her fingertips caressing my cheek shocked me from my bitter thoughts.
"I wasn't-" I began, but she cut me off with a kiss to my lips. Much like she did back in June, to piss off Mia. This time she didn't have me in a slow-dance hug with no way to escape. When her tongue licked my lips, my head shot back.
"Got your attention, huh?" she purred. "Whatever you're thinking, I ask you to stop. Please?" She looked deep into my eyes. Too stunned to say anything, I just nodded. And then I realized what her hand was doing. Her fingertips were inching ever higher over my jeans, towards my cock.
"What-... what are you doing exactly?" I stammered, placing my hand on hers.
"Trying to make you feel better. Don't stare at me like that. Am I that gross to you?" Her hand slipped from mine and brushed against my cock. I was hard as a pipe and that was my main problem.
"I'm flattered, really... but you're my aunt. Things could get really awkward if you keep this up."
Stephanie pressed the "Start" button on her PS3 controller, freezing the game for the time being. She placed it carefully on the coffee table, then took my hand and placed it onto her flannel-covered breast.
"Does this look awkward to you?" she asked. Under my palm, her nipple poked through the fabric. "Like I said yesterday. I like you, Lukas. Very much. Always have." Her hand brushed my cock again. "And this feels quite like 'I like you too, Stephanie.'"
I scooted away from her, breaking all contact, and breathed deeply. This was completely crazy! Why was my god-damn aunt hitting on me like that?
A tiny part in my brain, the 'dick' part, screamed I should stop thinking and start taking the opportunity. She was practically throwing herself at me, why not make the most of it?
Because she's f-a-m-i-l-y. You don't fuck with family, everything else in my head roared.
Stephanie shot me a small, sad smile and snatched the controller again. "I would never do anything you wouldn't want," she said, unpausing the game.
I honestly didn't know what I wanted. My body had reacted to her, of course. Only a dead man wouldn't perk up when someone like Stephanie made a move and, despite my cum the previous day, I was having a dry spell. It's only half as good when you're doing it to yourself.
"Don't feel bad," she said, her hand almost on my knee. "I'm... a bit reckless lately. Jochen's outing wasn't easy on me either. Maybe I'm just looking for little bit of approval and catching you yesterday reminded me what a handsome young hetero man you've become." She cast down her eyes. "Hormones are a bitch."
I reached out and hugged her close. Her eyes widened in surprise as I pulled her in and wrapped her into my arms. I was so absorbed in my own feelings, I hadn't even considered how she might feel, how her sudden breakup with Uncle Jochen might have affected her. She leaned her head against my shoulder and sighed as her arms went around me.
"You're beautiful, A-... Stephanie." I whispered.
Her head came up and she looked into my eyes. Searched for something. Then she raised her lips to mine, stopping just a hair's breath away. I could taste her breath, fresh and sweet. I leaned closer and kissed her, shyly, half expecting her to rip my clothes off. But she didn't. In fact, it was Stephanie who broke the kiss.
My heart thumped in my throat as she slowly opened her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. Then she slipped from my hug and picked up the controller.
When I didn't move, she nudged me. "How long to Diablo, Lukas?"
* * * *
To my amazement, the rest of the day passed without any major events. In fact, it was as close to unremarkable as it could get with my hot aunt turning into a Diablo addict before my eyes. She didn't bother cooking that day, instead she ordered two huge pizzas which we killed while blazing through Act III.
Leah's death caused her to chuckle. "Worst case of storyline hook ever," she said while that cute, innocent face melted and Leah turned into the androgynous aspect of Terror Diablo was in this game. Parts Alien hive queen, parts spike fetish object.
"Her tits are bigger than mine," Stephanie chuckled, wriggling her bust my way. Two hours earlier, I might have blushed and looked away, but now I had an appreciative nod for her.
"You're joking. They're hardly handfuls on that body," I said, as Diablo strode to destroy the Gates of Heaven.
"So, I compare favorably to a Greater Evil, eh?" Stephanie said with a grin.
"Absolutely."
"Great. Let's go and kill that bitch."
* * * *
I yawned and stretched, hearing numerous things go "pop" in my body.
"Meh. I'm not even Level 60," Stephanie grumbled, putting the controller aside. On the screen, Malthael, the Angel of Death, died in an eruption of souls.
"How about some sleep?" I asked her. My watch said "02:28" and my eyes burned.
"Already?" We both shared a chuckle at that.
"Hey, tomorrow is a new day, right? I can show you all the fun stuff one does after beating the campaign. Bounties, Rifts, the good stuff." I yawned, remembering to clamp my hand over my mouth.
"Okay, you win. I don't want to play alone."
"Me neither."
"Fine then." She rose and stretched. The TV was the only thing lighting the room, and in the warm beige and gold tones of the ending cinematic, Stephanie was a curvy shadow in front of me.
"That's definitely a step up from 'Thank you, Mario. But your princess is in another castle,'" Stephanie said as the credits began to roll. "I like it."
I stopped the credits and quit the game, then squinted as Stephanie turned on the light. "I'll hit the bathroom first," she said, then skipped out of the room. I turned off the console and TV, then rose myself. We had blasted through the whole of Diablo III in less than twelve hours and my back screamed in protest. I collected the empty coke bottles and pizza cartons and brought them into the kitchen then I crawled up the stairs as well. I grabbed my sleepwear and hovered around on the landing until Stephanie left the bathroom. She wore a colorful loose nightshirt with a huge round collar which left very little to the imagination.
"It's all yours," she murmured as she brushed past me. I wasn't sure if she meant the bathroom or herself. Again feeling pretty awkward, I went into the bathroom and did my nightly clean-up. Thankful for the cold water I could splash into my face to cool off again.
When I left the bathroom, Stephanie waited in the door to her bedroom.
"Lukas," she said, stopping me dead in my tracks.
"Hm?" I looked at her, trying to guess what she wanted.
"Thank you for a wonderful day. It has been ages since I've had so much fun." She closed the distance between us and placed her arms around my waist. "And I'm sorry if I made you feel awkward."
My arms went around her back and I hugged her close. There were only two thin layers of fabric separating our bodies and I could feel her warmth against me. Her hips ground into me, reminding me that this was a two-way affair. I could feel her warmth and her nipples poking into my chest, and there was no way in Hell she could not realize how hard I was against her.
"Sweet dreams, Lukas," Stephanie whispered, kissing me full on the mouth. For a moment, our tongues danced around each other and I pressed her against me, reveling in the feel of her hot body against mine. Only when her hand snaked between us did I break it.
"I don't know if I'm ready for this," I rasped as she closed her fingers around me.
"Seems ready to me," Stephanie said, giving my rock-hard dick a friendly squeeze. Then she stepped back and looked into my eyes, her lips curled in a little smile. "Your choice, and I'll try to accept it, okay? Sleep on it."
She blew me a kiss, turned on her heels and sashayed into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I crawled into my own bed and waited until my head stopped spinning. My hard-on didn't go away. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw Stephanie's face, that little smile promising the night of my life. The spots where she had touched me tingled and I still could taste her on my lips.
What was happening to me? I had been this close to let her have me. Was I that desperate to get laid? By my own aunt no less? I mean, I liked her, always had. She was kind of the bigger sister I never had. She always seemed to "get" my troubles, she even consoled me when one of my girlfriends dumped me.
But having sex with her?
There was no denying it. I only needed to touch my raging hard-on. She had an effect on me, something one shouldn't feel for family. But holy hell, her lips on mine nearly made me forget who we were. And her hand on me...
Without conscious thinking, I grabbed my dick and stroked it.
Would it be such a bad thing? She wanted me, quite badly it seemed. And I would be lying if she didn't make me all hot and bothered whenever she touched me. If she were anybody but my aunt there would be no hesitation, I was sure of that. She looked amazing. I honestly was flattered she saw me as someone desirable.
My hand picked up speed. I pushed the covers off me. No need to make a bigger mess than necessary.
She was open-minded, funny, kind. Stephanie hit a lot of my buttons. And she obviously knew what she wanted in a man. Her kiss said so much. And her hand on me... there was just that thin layer of my underpants between her hand and my dick. How would her fingers feel around me? Or...
I fucked my hand by now, my dick slick with precum and I fantasized.
Stephanie's mouth on me. Kissing my dick. Sucking it.
And I came, so incredibly hard that a spurt hit my chin.
I came, thinking about my aunt giving head. I should've felt ashamed. Guilty. But I didn't. Just tired. And messy.
Groaning, I sat up and turned on the small lamp next to the studio couch. The t-shirt I was sleeping in was a sorry mess, as was my abdomen. And my chin. Sighing, I hopped out of bed again, pulled off the wet and sticky shirt and used it to wipe away the cum stains. Didn't help much. I still felt dirty.
I snatched a fresh shirt and pair of underpants. Quietly, I opened the door, then padded slowly through the small upper hallway into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me as not to disturb Stephanie.
A few handfuls of warm water and a bit of soap were just the thing to clean me up. I toweled off and put on the fresh clothes then turned off the light and left the bathroom.
I was about to go back into my room when I heard the soft moan. My eyes had adjusted to the gloom in the upper hallway and I noticed her bedroom door being was ajar. I hadn't heard her move but I was too wrapped up in jacking off to my fantasy of her anyway.
Another moan and the rustling of a duvet.
I knew she was playing with herself. Didn't take much to guess.
The sensible thing was to just go back into my room and try to finally get some sleep. To put this crazy day behind me.
But curiosity won out. The carpet muffled my footsteps as I crept closer. The crack was wide enough to peek through. A nearby street light offered enough illumination to clearly see what was happening.
Stephanie was on her side, back turned towards the door. She had one leg propped up. I saw a long, dark something slither between her thighs, over her folds and then finally into her. She moaned again as she pushed the dildo deep into her pussy, thrusting it in short, sharp strokes.
"Your cock is so big, Lukas," she moaned, accentuated by the wet noises her toy made as she fucked herself with it. "Oh, go deeper, please, please. Fuck your naughty auntie with your wonderful co-" And she tossed her head back and squealed, shocking me away from the door. The squeal died down, turned into a throaty purr, then some wet, slurpy sounds.
I ducked back into my room, my heartbeat throbbing in my cock again.
What have we done?
* * * *
The next morning, Aunt Stephanie woke me again, with a gentle kiss to my cheek.
"Rise and shine, Lukas. Breakfast's ready."
I forced my eyes open. Didn't sleep too well that night. Our eyes met and she brushed hair out of my face. Stephanie didn't look too hot either. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders and she still wore her nightshirt under an open robe. I wrenched my gaze away from her enticing cleavage.
"What are we doing, Stephanie?" I asked her.
"What do you mean, Lukas?" she asked, a playful grin tugging at her lips.
"Yesterday."
"We were playing Diablo. Lots and lots of it. And then I tried to hit on you."
I nodded, feeling a blush come on. Her hand crawled over my duvet.
"Did it work?" she asked.
If you keep going that way, you'll find out. My thoughts were racing.
"You had me all hot and bothered."
"I think I heard you gasp my name when you came all over yourself."
I shot up into a sitting position.
"You saw that?"
Her smile was wicked. And incredibly sexy.
"I heard you play with yourself when I went for a pee. The couch is rather conspicuous. The latter part I guessed. Seems like a critical hit." Her hand had found my dick and caressed it through the covers.
"And then I heard you traipse around in the dark outside my bedroom. Did you spy on me?" Her voice had turned into a purr. She shucked the cover off and sat down next to me again, resuming her stroking.
"Yes. I couldn't help myself," I rasped, collapsing into the cushions.
"You could have joined me," Stephanie whispered, leaning down, her lips dangerously close. Her hand slipped into my underpants, touching my dick without any intervening cloth. We both exhaled at the same time.
"Stop. Please," I said, placing my hand over hers.
"Why? I want you. It's obvious you want me too. We're both adults, Lukas."
"You're still my aunt, Stephanie." I gently took her hand off my cock and sat up. "It's not right."
"You didn't have any issues jerking off to me," she said, a bit frosty.
"Not my best idea ever," I admitted.
"Listen, Lukas. The big issue with ... what we're doing is to prevent close relatives from siring children with disabilities. Do you want to make a baby with me?"
"No. Of course not."
"Neither do I. I want to have sex with you. You are a great guy. Hot too. We like each other. A lot, going from this," she said, gingerly touching my raging hard-on. "I'm on the pill. There would be no consequences. Apart maybe from the both of us liking it an awful lot."
"What will the family say?"
"Do I look like I give a damn?" Stephanie shrugged. "They don't have to know. All they know is I'm giving you shelter until you get back on your feet. I won't tell anybody. What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom."
"I need to think about this." I hopped off the couch and pulled my underpants back up. "Excuse me."
"Where are you going?" Stephanie asked, worry on her features. "Lukas. Please."
I pulled my pants on. Socks and shoes came next. Then a warm sweater.
"I think I need some fresh air. Don't worry. I'll be back."
Then I fled.
* * * *
By late afternoon, I knew every nook and cranny of Habischried, the small town where Stephanie lived. Walking from one end to the other took only about an hour anyway. I had my cell turned off, to avoid any calls from her.
Eventually, I had arrived at a decision.
We had to stop.
At once.
No matter how hot she made me. Stephanie behaved as if she was trying not only to lay me but to use me to forget her ex-husband.
I didn't want to be the one to help her get over Uncle Jochen. And I didn't want her to be the one to help me forget Mia either. And what would happen if I did give in and sleep with her? Staying with her could become very, very uncomfortable all of a sudden. Better to kill off any ideas she might have and save our good relationship.
Having arrived at that point, I realized how abysmal I felt. I was cold, despite the warm clothes. My stomach growled incessantly. No wonder, I ran out without even a bite of breakfast and it was already getting dark again. The walk back to her house felt much longer and my nerves worsened with every step I got closer to her door.
I rang. Quick footsteps ran towards the door and Stephanie opened.
"My God, Lukas! I was worried sick about you," she said, pulling me into the warm hallway. "Why did you turn off your phone?"
"I needed some peace and quiet. Sorry if I worried you," I said, extricating myself from her embrace. "Let me take a shower and then we need to talk."
She looked into my eyes and I saw that she guessed how I had decided. Her gaze turned from worried to sad but she let me go.
"I think I'll get some food going." she said.
"Fine by me," I replied, halfway up the stairs. "Be right back."
I shivered up the stairs, kicked off my snow-encrusted shoes and trousers and got fresh towels and clothes then I dove under the shower, turning the water up to near painful temperatures. I put my hands against the shower partition and let the hot spray hammer on my back, hoping to thaw.
I stood like that for what felt like a small eternity until a cool breeze warned me someone had opened the shower partition. I turned around just as Stephanie hugged her naked body against me.
"What-" I began but she stopped me by kissing me, full on the lips. Her body melted against mine and her arms crossed over my ass, keeping me in place. Our tongues dueled and my hands found the curve of her butt, pressing her against me. I could feel my cock throb between us. Eventually, Stephanie broke the kiss.
"Don't say anything. If you want to tell me 'no,' wait until we're out of the shower," she said, panting. "Please."
Before I could say anything, she went on her knees in front of me and closed her lips around my tip. She gazed up at me with a burning look in her eyes. Even if I wanted to stop her, I couldn't. She held me in place with that look alone while her hands crawled up the insides of my legs. One hand cupped my balls, weighed them and caressed the sensitive skin there. The other one slithered around to my back and she grabbed one of my butt cheeks. Stephanie didn't take me that deep into her mouth, just far enough so her tongue could lick and twirl around my tip. It felt wonderful.
Stephanie's hand wandered from my balls along my shaft. She curled her fingers around it and kept me in place while she slipped my tip out from between her lips.
"I'm yours, Lukas. Do with me as you please. If you want to fuck my mouth, do it. Or if you want to put this," she gave my shaft a long, sensuous lick, "anywhere else, do it. I'm all yours."
I wanted to ask her to stop. I really wanted to. Stephanie closed her lips around my rod again, this time taking me deep into that hot mouth of hers. And my resolve melted like an ice cube in a furnace. I placed my hands on her head, caressing along her wet tresses as goosebumps shot up my spine. Stephanie cooed appreciatively. She held perfectly still, only her eyes looked at me as she knelt before me, her lips tightly wrapped around my cock. I could feel her tongue lick at me but from the outside she was a kneeling statue, waiting for me to make the next move.
I pulled back, just a little. She sucked at me, her tongue fluttering against my sensitive underside. Why beat myself up any more? We were way beyond the point of no return anyway.
I pushed forwards, daring her to take me into her mouth again. Stephanie grabbed both my ass cheeks and spurred me on with a hungry moan around my dick.
At precisely that moment, the doorbell rang. We moaned in unison.
"Who's that?" I gasped.
With a lewd "pop," Stephanie let my dick spring free.
"Fuckfuckfuck," she panted. "Completely forgot. I ordered pizza for the both of us." With that, she slipped from the shower, leaving me with a thumping heart and a throbbing hard-on.
I leaned against the shower partition, the hot water hammering onto my back. Behind my closed eyes, I only saw Stephanie, that inviting look on her face, saying "take me any which way."
Food was suddenly very low on my list of priorities.
* * * *
"That was something else," Stephanie sighed. She picked up the small Coke bottle and took a long sip to wash down the last bit of pizza.
When I was done drying off, she had already paid the delivery girl and asked me to cut up the pies while she put on something cozy. Now she was sitting across from me in one of her formless sweaters and leggings, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Now what?" I asked her, feeling a distinct stirring from downstairs. In my mind I was already undressing her.
"I'll make us a nice pot of tea and we'll have a go at this Adventure Mode in Diablo, how about that?"
"Ummm... half an hour ago, you were all over me..." I began.
"Sucking you off? Oh, you'll get more of that. Just not now. I'm more of a 'sex on an empty stomach girl.'"
"If you say so," I said, not quite able to hide the disappointment in my voice. Now that my inhibitions had been ... taken care of, being put out at arm's length irritated me. Not having cum earlier irritated me too. I had toyed with taking care of it myself after she had sprinted out of the shower but I figured we'd pick things up right after dinner.
"Don't scowl. I've been doing some thinking of my own while you were out," she said, brushing her hand over my arm. "Did you realize it's Christmas Eve tomorrow?"
I shook my head. "Nope. The days just flew by. It's the 23rd already?"
"Yup. And I've decided I want to celebrate in style this year. Presents, a tree, all that good stuff." Stephanie stood up and fired up the electric kettle.
"A tree? This late?"
"Lukas, this isn't the big city. A phone call and a forester friend of mine can get me a nice, sappy fir right up to the doorstep. We'll make this a very special Christmas, okay?"
"So no sex tonight?" I asked. Stephanie turned around and smiled at me, that small, teasing grin I've learned to associate with kinky thoughts.
"Mad at me for not letting you cum all over my face? You're right though. No sex tonight. But hopefully some really good loot!"
* * * *
Talk about frustrating. Stephanie stayed true to her game plan. I tried subtle, like caressing her thigh "on accident." I tried brazenly stealing a kiss from her after a particularly hairy boss run but she simply smiled and refused to kiss me back. When we wrapped up the game for the evening, I was horny as all hell and ready to jump into bed with her at the slightest provocation. But none came.
"Good night, Lukas. Sweet dreams," she said, leaning against her bedroom door.
"That's it?" I asked her, vividly remembering how desperately she had tried to bed me just a day ago.
"You're right. Maybe I shouldn't leave you hanging like that," she said, closing the distance between us and lacing her fingers behind my neck. She melted against me and looked up, lips pursed.
I wrapped her into my arms, my hands firmly placed on the curve of her butt. Pulling her in close, to let her know how goddamn hard I was, I hungrily kissed her. For a brief instance, her tongue brushed against my lips and one of her hands crawled into my briefs. Her fingers closed around my dick and pumped it a couple of times.
Then, with a comically loud smooch, she broke the kiss and stepped back.
"If I were you, I would try not to jerk off. Don't waste all that sweet cum," Stephanie said, licking her fingertips.
"You're a goddamn tease, you know that?" I asked. Despite my irritation at her refusal, I found it very hard not to grin like an idiot.
Stephanie smiled at me, then, very deliberately, she raised the hem of her nightgown, sliding one hand between her thighs. Her mound was completely shaved. Knowing that my gaze was riveted to her hand, she let a finger dip between her labia and played with herself for a moment. Still smiling, she removed the finger and put it to my lips. Almost on instinct, I sucked the finger between my lips, licking her taste off it. She tasted different from Mia, a bit musky and I pondered going to my knees in front of her and eating her out then and there.
Stephanie had other plans though. "That, dear Lukas, is teasing," she purred, her eyes half-closed. "Sleep tight." And just like that, I stared at the closed bedroom door. I put my hand onto the handle and pushed it down, but to my utter amazement, she had locked herself in.
"Tomorrow," she said through the closed door. "Now shoo!"
Beyond frustrated, I slouched into my room and fell onto the bed. I must have gone completely crazy.
* * * *
"Good morning, Lukas!"
I opened my eyes. This time, there was no Stephanie next to my bed. She leaned in the doorway, wearing jeans, a pullover and a jolly Santa hat. I tried so hard not to jack off the night before, I fell asleep from exhaustion and waking up was doubly difficult.
"Huh?" Seriously, I'm not a morning person.
Stephanie laughed merrily. "Like I said, no sex 'til later. Hurry, please. Breakfast is ready downstairs and the tree's on the way. I need to do some last-second shopping. Here, for you!" She tossed me another Santa hat, twirled out of the room and skipped down the stairs. I heard her grab her bag and jacket and then the front door closed.
Grumbling, I shuffled into the bathroom, did my morning clean-up and made my way into the kitchen where a huge breakfast waited for me. Next to my plate, held in place by the coffee mug, there was a small envelope. I picked it up. Inside were a couple of Euro bills and a note. "For the tree" was written in Stephanie's curvy handwriting.
I was halfway through my breakfast when someone rang at the door. With my coffee in hand, I sauntered to the door and opened. A huge brick wall of a man stood in front of me, partially hidden by an immense, mesh-wrapped Christmas tree. Most of his face was hidden behind a dark full beard, only the tip of his nose and his friendly blue eyes were visible from the hood of his jacket.
"Who are you?" we both asked. He then added "Steffi's not home?" in a good-natured growl.
"She just went out. I'm Lukas. Her nephew." It felt so odd saying that, after what we already had done. And were probably going to do. I tried hard not to blush.
"I'm Alois, the guy with the trees," he said, extending a massive, gloved paw. "Nice to meet ya. Steffi told me about you."
Now I was blushing like an idiot.
"H-hopefully only good things," I stammered then I remembered to clear the freaking doorway so he could walk in. "Need help with that?" I asked, setting down my mug on a hallway shelf.
"I'd hate to mess up her carpets. If you could grab the end?"
I nodded, squeezed past him and picked up the end of the tree, shaking off as much snow as possible. Together we lugged it into the living room, where Stephanie had planned ahead. A large stand was ready, on a sheet with colorful Christmas print. Alois hoisted the tree upright and slotted it into the stand. The tip of the tree nearly brushed the ceiling.
"That's a huge one," I said unnecessarily, mainly to dispel the silence.
"Only the best for my friends," Alois muttered. He pulled a knife from his jacket and made short work of the mesh holding the branches closed. To me it looked like the tree was filling half of Stephanie's living room.
"Have fun, you two," Alois said, slapping my shoulder on his way out. My knees buckled under the force of the gesture.
"Hey wait," I called after him. "Stephanie left you some money..."
"Tell her I left her a tree. Merry Christmas."
* * * *
After a tumultuous afternoon full of decorating, cooking and cleaning, we were finally done. The Christmas tree was alight with colorful LED candles, wreathed in garlands and hung with pretty ornaments. We had the somewhat traditional Christmas Eve dinner of potato salad, hot sausages and fish in our stomachs and while "A Twisted Christmas" by Twisted Sister played on Stephanie's home stereo, she emerged from her upstairs bedroom, bearing a large box covered in Super Mario Bros. themed gift wrap.
"Merry Christmas, Lukas," she sing-songed, placing the box between us.
"For me? And I thought you were my present tonight."
She shook her head. "You've got it wrong. You are my present. This-" she gestured towards the box, "is for you."
"Am I allowed to open it?" I checked my watch. Way past seven pm.
"Please, by all means." She settled back into her chair and sipped at her Glühwein.
(Note for Americans, Brits and other aliens: In Germany, the gift-giving day is the 24th of December, not the 25th. Also, on the 24th, due to the stress of decorating the tree and everything, dinner often consists of easy-to-prepare foods like potato salad and hot sausages, while on the 25th/26th, when all the relatives show up, the lavish dinners are served.)
I tore into the gift wrap, really curious what she could have brought me. Underneath was a large folding box, lid taped shut. I lifted one side of the box off the table and noticed it had quite a bit of weight to it. The tape came off and I pulled the lid aside.
There was a NES console inside the box, along with two controllers, a new adapter box, cables and a stack of games. All the classics were there. Super Mario Bros. 1 through 3. Contra. Both Zelda games. Final Fantasy. Ice Climbers. Kid Icarus, Castlevania 1 and 2. Tetris. Double Dragon. Mega Man 1 and 2. R.C. Pro Am. Even some I had heard about but never seen before like Snake Rattle'n'Roll, Pin Bot or Battletoads. Granted, there were some less-than-stellar games, like the Knight Rider and Airwolf games, but they were all in their boxes, with manuals and everything. I was looking at a veritable treasure trove of retro goodness.
I picked my jaw off the floor and looked at Stephanie. "For... me?"
"You don't like it?"
I shook my head vehemently. "No, no, it's awesome! But... there's a lot of memories in this box, right?"
"True but I think it's time I pass this on to a worthy heir. Maybe make some new memories along the way. How about it?"
"Does it work?"
"It pains me you have to ask. What do you think happened while I locked myself away this afternoon? I made sure my old baby still works!" Her eyes lit up. "Wanna play?"
It was way past midnight when we made our way up the stairs. I was nervous beyond belief. The evening went by surprisingly normal, with the two of us huddled together on the sofa and going through the stack of NES games, nibbling on speculoos and drinking tea. No overt sexual advances from either of us. On the upper landing, she hugged me and leaned her head against my shoulder. My heart beat so hard, I could feel it in my throat. I embraced her and caressed her hair. The silence enveloped us, teetered on the brink of awkwardness.
I looked into her eyes. She smiled happily then kissed me gently. I had goosebumps all over. Stephanie slid from my embrace and took my hand, guiding me into her bedroom. In the dark, she left me standing. I heard her rummage then, one by one, she switched on a handful of LED candles and put them on the windowsill. The gentle, warm light was just enough to see by. She joined me, her hands going around my waist. Her smile turned playful as she ground her hips against mine.
"Nervous?" she asked, breathless.
Of course I was. There was a good chance that whatever happened next could completely ruin our relationship, forever. Stephanie took one of my hands and placed it on top of her left breast. Through her pullover, I could feel her heart beat rapidly.
"Me too," she whispered. "But it feels so good." She guided my hand until my fingertips could caress her nipple poking through the fabric. Her hands snaked around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss. My resolve wavered in the face of her gentleness and I returned her kiss. My other hand joined the one on her breasts and I caressed her through the fabric.
Coming up for breath, Stephanie broke the kiss. "May I unwrap my present now?" she asked softly. I could only nod. With gleaming eyes, she grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled upwards. I wriggled out of it and she tossed it onto a chair nearby. I reached out to help her out of her pullover but she shook her head, pulling the garment off herself along with her bra. She stepped close enough so her breasts brushed against my chest and made short work of my belt, button and zipper. Everywhere our skin touched, it felt as if small sparks were arcing between us. There was only the sound of quick, heated breaths filling the room, interspersed by the rustling of discarded clothing. When my pants and briefs were dealt with, she took my hands and placed them on the waistband of her training pants she had worn all afternoon.
I pushed the waistband down, along with her panties, going to my knees in front of her. She gasped when my breath wafted over her exposed skin. Despite my heart hammering in my throat, I leaned in and placed a tender kiss right onto her freshly shaved mound. Her hands caressed my hair and her legs scooted apart. I got the hint and kissed her again, tasting her skin for the first time. She smelled of rose and tasted sweet as I kissed and licked my way ever further downwards until the tip of my tongue could part her folds. Stephanie moaned, her hands going from caressing to holding on for dear life. The tip of my tongue slid between her folds, finding her engorged clit with ease. She was wet already and I lapped eagerly, enjoying her fresh taste.
"Oh my god, Lukas, stop, please!" Stephanie gasped, despite grinding her sex into my face. "I don't want to... yet..."
Her movements told me otherwise. I pulled her close, holding her by her firm butt cheeks and licked away, exploring her as best I could given the awkward angle. She moaned, cursed and then, suddenly, squealed as my tongue and lips brought her over the edge. Panting, she went to her knees next to me and grabbed my face with both hands, plastering hungry kisses all over it.
"You naughty boy, you!" she complained, licking her taste off my lips.
I grinned like an idiot. It was nice to treat her for a change and successful too. Her hand found my raging hard-on and caressed up the shaft.
"All for me? I'm flattered," she purred, releasing me. Unsteadily, she got back to her feet and offered a hand. "Let's take it to the bed, proper-like."
"How do you want me?" I asked, out of breath. To say I was horny would be the understatement of the century. By now, we were way beyond family relations. She was one hot, horny woman and I one horny man and nothing else mattered.
"On your back. You had your chance to explore me, now it's my turn," she said, grinning.
I did as she asked, laying on my back. She crawled on top of me, her moist pussy directly overhead. "Be gentle. I'm so sensitive, it's not even funny. But I'll be damned if I'm done now," she mumbled. Her breath was on me, slowly going down my stomach. Then I could feel her lips and tongue, kissing and licking at the spot where my thigh meets my crotch. Now it was my turn to gasp in pleasure as she made her way across my pelvis, not bothered in the least that I hadn't shaved recently. Her mouth closed around my left testicle and her tongue fluttered against it. I nearly jerked upright. None of my previous lovers ever had done that to me! Stephanie chuckled around it, then took the other one. Her slender fingers played with my shaft, caressing up and down without really pumping it. She was teasing me!
Well, two could play at that game. I craned my neck and planted a huge smooch onto her folds, my tongue slipping deep into her. That elicited another chuckle from her. With a lewd 'pop', she let my ball drop out of her mouth and licked up my shaft. I groaned into her pussy and helplessly raised my ass off the bed. I wanted her mouth on me!
"If that's how you want to play it, let's play," she panted, digging both hands into my butt cheeks. Then her lips closed around my rod and her tongue fluttered around my tip, driving me utterly nuts in the process. I tried my best to keep my mouth latched onto her pussy but by now she was forcefully grinding into me, gyrating her hips to get my tongue everywhere. Panting happily, I kissed and licked and nibbled, utterly drunk on her taste. She was in control, hungrily fucking my cock with her incredibly hot mouth and before I knew it, I helplessly bucked into her, my cock shooting hot seed like never before. Stephanie went "Hmmmmmm!" eagerly slurping at me until I was done cumming. She released my dick from her mouth after treating the glans to a final flourish with her tongue. To my own amazement, I remained hard as a pipe.
Stephanie rolled off me and cuddled against my shoulder, a huge smile on her face. "Still nervous?"
I pulled her close, relishing the feel of skin on skin and kissed her, not minding the taste of my jizz on her lips and tongue. My hands roamed over her body, taking in every curve as they caressed down from her neck, over her full breasts and curvy hips. Stephanie, eyes closed, melted against my fingers, encouraging my gentle exploration, her skin covered in goosebumps everywhere I touched her.
"No, that doesn't feel very nervous to me," she sighed, her arms coming up and pulling me close for another long, gentle kiss. One hand slid down my chest, the barest hint of fingernails, and it was my turn to gasp into her mouth. Her fingers reached my dick and closed around it, testing its hardness.
"Come," she whispered, releasing me. Her eyes held mine as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs invitingly, one long-fingered hand caressing down her stomach.
I slowly crawled on top of her, making sure not to put my weight onto her. She grinned up at me, guiding my achingly hard cock. When my tip brushed her moist folds, I froze.
"What?" Stephanie asked, a hint of concern on her radiant features.
"Um... maybe a bit late to ask, but..." I stammered.
She patted my behind. "Don't worry. I'm taking my contraceptives like a good girl. All fun and games, Lukas." Her fingers went slowly up and down my back.
I don't know why but this gesture reassured and soothed my frayed nerves. Our lips met for another slow, tender kiss and her fingers played with my cock, sliding the tip over her folds, caressing her clit with it.
"It's been soooo long," she sighed. "Be gentle with me, please."
A quick peck onto her nose. "That was the plan all along," I reassured her. She stopped teasing us both and left my tip ready to slide into her. She was incredibly wet, yet surprisingly tight. No "plunging in to the hilt" like in the erotic stories, no. Instead I made slow, gentle progress, with her moaning and encouraging me all the way until my balls brushed her soft skin. Her legs crossed behind my butt and kept me firmly in place.
I was more than happy to let her find her own pace. Her pussy squeezed me like a velvety glove while we kissed and groped at each other like lovestruck fools. Eventually, her hands ended up on my bum and she pulled me close.
"Fuck me," she breathlessly whispered into my ear. "Please."
Placing my hands left and right of her shoulders onto the mattress, I slowly withdrew until only my tip remained lodged in her pussy. Stephanie sharply inhaled then moaned hoarsely as I pushed back in, amazed at the wet sounds we made.
"Yessss, so good," Stephanie cooed. She clawed at my ass, shivering against me as I slowly, steadily fucked her. Quietly I thanked her for getting me off so quickly earlier, now I had more than enough time to enjoy her incredibly hot pussy around my throbbing rod. Mia and I had practically never done missionary, usually it was her riding me or I doing her doggy-style, but here, with Stephanie, I could finally appreciate how close, intimate sex could be. More an embrace than forceful pounding, long, deep strokes instead of a rabbit-like race to the finish. Languid caresses, hot kisses.
"You feel so good, Stephanie," I whispered between kisses to her neck, breasts and nipples. "So tight."
Her arms went around my shoulders and she pulled me close, shutting my mouth with hers. Her hips came up in time with my thrusts, urging me on to go faster, be more forceful. I happily obliged, slicing deep into her with every thrust, slowly feeling my own release creep up.
"Yes, yes!" Stephanie panted, clawing at my butt. Her fingertips dug deep into my crack, her thumb massaging my anus. Irritated by that intrusion, I tried to get away from her fingers, fucking her in quick, shallow strokes, our bodies making wet, slapping sounds against each other. The tip of her thumb pressed more insistently against my back door and suddenly I came, ramming my cock deep into her in desperation. She let out a loud, ecstatic wail, her legs again clamping around my ass, holding me in place as she rode her own orgasm, her pussy rolling against me and practically milking my cock jerking inside her. Gasping for breath, I slumped against her. Soft kisses and coos awaited me.
"Thank you so much," Stephanie breathed, her fingers combing through my hair as she held my shaking body close, my head resting on her ample breasts. I could only chuckle helplessly.
* * * *
The next morning came and it took me a moment to realize where I was. The spot next to me was empty. No Stephanie to curl up against. A part of me, the horny bit, complained that she wasn't there for a sequel to last night's activities but the more rational self was even a bit grateful. I heard muffled clattering from downstairs and the soft rumbling of the electric kettle. Sighing, I rolled out of bed and padded into the bathroom.
A quick shower later and dressed in a formless sweater and track pants I joined her in the kitchen. A steaming mug of coffee awaited me along with some rolls and Stephanie, her hair pulled back in a tight braid. She looked unusually serious.
"Good morning," I said, stepping close. She curled an arm around my waist and leaned her head against my stomach. "What did I do wrong?" I asked her.
She hugged me once again then indicated the chair opposite her. I sat down and sipped at the coffee. Strong as always.
"You did nothing wrong, Lukas. In fact, last night was wonderful." Her eyes lit up. "I'm the one to apologize. In earnest. I shouldn't have forced myself on you like I did. I feel like a dirty slut."
I shook my head vehemently. "Please, don't. You know, I could have tried to stop you. I didn't. It always takes two to tango."
She chuckled ruefully. "No. All it takes is one very desperate woman, Lukas. You're a good guy. Very mature for your twenty-two years. But you're still a guy." Her hand crawled up my thigh under the table, stopping just shy of my crotch. I inhaled sharply as my body reacted to her. I was hard in an instant. Her fingertips brushed over the bulge in my pants. "See?"
She leaned back and grabbed her own mug, a huge, grinning Saint Nick head.
"I don't see the problem," I said. "You liked it. I liked it too. A lot."
"I'm flattered," Stephanie said around her mug. Then her eyes narrowed. "Okay. Let's do it." She plonked down the mug.
"Huh?"
She stood up and pulled her sweater over her head. No bra underneath. "Come on, Lukas. Right here on the kitchen counter." Her pants fell to the floor. Her panties came next. She hopped onto the counter and spread her legs invitingly, two fingers parting her labia. "Right here."
I remained where I was, rooted to the spot. Despite her putting on that show, it felt ...wrong. Utterly wrong. Our eyes met and a sad smile crept over her lips. "I'm not that desperate any more," she whispered. "And you're too much of a nice guy. We're not in an incest stroker story, Lukas. I don't want to lose you just because my hormones got the better of me."
I looked at her. She was gorgeous, sitting naked, spread-legged on the counter. And I realized she was right. I wasn't horny, not like last night. Last night was incredibly special but in the harsh, overly white light of this December morning, reality had us back in its cold, off-putting claws. She was a hot woman, yes, but she also was my aunt. You don't fuck family. Stephanie hopped off the counter, looking incredibly relieved as she put on her panties and the rest of her clothing. She came around the table and buried me in a huge hug.
* * * *
We tried to be adults but it was obvious the tension wasn't gone, far from it. There were always fleeting touches, caresses, even gropes. I was as guilty of it as she was and by the 30th it was obvious that things had to change or we would end up fucking like rabbits anyway. As much as I loved staying with her, playing either my PS3 or the NES, watching movies or simply talking for hours, it was obvious it couldn't go on like that. We started snarling and snapping at each other for no valid reason at all, only to relieve the tension.
So it was a godsend that my parents came to visit on the 31st, bringing a Christmas present from all the relatives -- a brand new Kia pro_cee'd in a gorgeous cherry red. "We can't have you drive around in that pink coffin of yours," my father said as he handed me the keys. He shot a sideways glance at the Peugeot. "So, instead of paying for repairs, I asked around if everyone wanted to chip in."
Stephanie and my mom were inside the house, already talking about only the Gods knew. I dearly hoped it wasn't me.
"What are your plans, now that your girlfriend has thrown you out?" my father asked as we crunched up the short path towards Stephanie's front door.
"Mind if I move in with you for a few months? I think I'll try to enroll in Hamburg University for the summer semester and find a place to stay there."
"What about Munich? Didn't you like it there?" he asked, knocking. Stephanie opened the door, shooting me a brittle smile. We wiped our feet and hung up our jackets.
"I could do with a change of scenery," I said, trying not to avoid Stephanie's gaze. "Too many memories."
"Sure, stay as long as you like. Your mother will be happy to have you."
* * * *
Despite moving to Hamburg, at the other end of Germany, Stephanie and I kept in touch. She bought herself a used PS3 and a copy of Diablo III among other games which she began to voraciously devour and we made it a habit to meet at least once a week online, hacking and slashing our way through the Hordes of Hell while chatting over headset. I had moved into a shared flat with four other students as soon as my transfer from Munich to Hamburg University had been approved.
During such a session, in late September, Stephanie stopped me hopping through the town portal. "There's something I wanna tell you," she began. "I'm done being alone and miserable."
"Congrats," I said, genuinely happy for her. "Who's the lucky winner?"
"You know him. Huge guy. Broad shoulders. Hung like a horse." Her Wizard vanished through the town portal and she sighed in pleasure. My Demon Hunter followed suit.
I remembered a bearded face, gentle blue eyes almost vanishing in the mass of hair. "Alois, was it? Is he with you right now?"
Stephanie laughed. "No, silly. This is you and me only. But I remember what he did to me last night."
While we crawled through the Tower of the Damned, she told me, in highly explicit detail. I must have sighed or gasped, because she asked me: "Sorry, did I make you all hot and bothered?"
"You know you did," I said, grinning viciously. With about nine months between our special night and the present, I could take the memories and enjoy them. Her voice sparked images from that night, the two of us entwined in her bed, me deep within her.
"Don't you dare think about putting down the controller now," Stephanie admonished me. "I can't have you crank one out while I face Cydea alone. This is Torment X, after all. Seriously, you need a girlfriend stat."
I smiled wistfully. "You know, I might be on to something," I told her, planting down my trio of Sentries. "There's this hot blonde in my cybercrime course."
"Hot blonde? Tell me more," Stephanie breathed, comically overdoing her sexy voice.
I cleared my throat. "Well... um... her name is Saskia."
"Her knockers bigger than mine?"
"Preliminary estimates say 'no.' We haven't dated yet but she's asked if we could go see 'The Magnificent Seven' this weekend."
"Tell me more, young grasshopper," Stephanie purred. "How old is she? Her hobbies, likes, dislikes... I want to approve of her having my hot nephew..."
"She's not like Mia, that's for sure," I reassured her. "She's a bit older than me, seems very mature, still playful. She's a bit of a nerd. Really good with computers."
"How much older?" Stephanie asked. I could practically hear her grin through the audio connection.
"She's twenty-eight. Why?"
"Oh, it seems I may have spoiled you, Lukas. Good luck with her."
I laughed, then gripped my controller firmer. Cydea was done for and now Azmodan awaited. Braced for the boss battle, Stephanie and I entered the Heart of Sin.
The End.
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