Capítulo 396: Auntie's Panties Pt. 01
byilikeithot6308©
New story here. It takes a while to get going, but I believe the background is important. If you're looking for a quickie, this may not be for you.
I do appreciate your time. Thanks.
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My name is Donal Liam Padraig O'Sullivan. If you read it with your best Irish lilt, or perhaps using your leprechaun impression, it rolls off the tongue easier, and accurately conveys my lineage. I'm lucky that even my parents didn't call me that tongue twisting moniker... unless I'm in trouble. Otherwise, I was just plain Danny. Yes, I'm Irish.
And no, I'm not... at least, not really. I'm Canadian, and so are my sisters, and my parents, but that didn't stop my parents from naming us all in the Celtic tradition. My grandparents are Old Country, as are my Great Grandparents, a few of whom are still alive, and one Great Great Grandmother. I suppose, when you follow the good Catholic example of spawning enough children to start a family sports team, there will be survivors, and if a muti-generational family reunion were to happen... well, we'd need a lot of chairs.
With five older sisters, twenty cousins spread across five maternal aunts and one uncle, and 18 more from my father's side, we were nearly a nation of our own. I gave up trying to figure it out beyond my great grandparents... It was giving me a headache. Let's just say the O'Sullivan genes were well spread out across the world.
It got a little more confusing around our house than mere numbers. My mother is the oldest of my grandparent's children, and she met Dad, married, and had my eldest sister just after turning eighteen. It must have spurred my grandparents into action once more, and they had one more child, a girl, about a year after. By the time I came along, about five years, two single and one pair of twin girls later, my Aunt Siobhan was at our house so much, I really thought she was my sister.
I don't remember much about my father, as he died shortly after my second birthday. Maybe the strain of trying to produce a male heir was too much, after so many girls. Whatever the reason, I grew up in a house full of women, the only testosterone in a sea of estrogen.
I absolutely loved it. Being the youngest, and only boy, I was doted on by my all my sisters, my aunt, and my Mom. There was very little sibling rivalry that I recall... at least, not directed toward me. As my sisters grew up, there was some friction within the female members of our family, but I was blissfully uninvolved.
Often, I was like a fly on the wall, completely unnoticed. Oh, the things I saw.
I don't know if you've spent much time around that many females at once, but during the morning rush, it can be like backstage at a Las Vegas revue, with women in various stages of undress flitting all around. Towels were dropped, and naked women were everywhere.
Of course, most of the women weren't really women yet, just barely older than I was, but Mom sometimes forgot I was around. She wouldn't be competing in any swimsuit competitions anymore, but as the first adult woman I ever saw naked, her plump, rounded curves and big tits made a lasting impression. Soon, Fiona, my eldest sister, started to take on some of the same attributes, and that's when doors started getting closed around the house. My time as an honorary sister reached its end. It was nice while it lasted, even if I didn't really know what I was seeing.
I think that's about the time Vonnie and I grew closer. Yes, I'm talking about my aunt Siobhan, which is pronounced 'Shavon' for most people, despite the distinct lack of a 'V' anywhere in the name. I called her Vonnie, and as I said earlier, she spent a lot of time at our house. Only two blocks away, and closer in age to my family than her own, she was like my sixth sister, and had a different attitude than my real sisters.
Her own brother... my uncle Cillian, was seventeen years older than her. Her closest sister was twelve years older, so she was every bit as much an afterthought as I was, as low boys and girls on our respective totem poles. I suppose it's natural we should become good friends, and the five year gap between us didn't seem quite so wide.
Vonnie was going through the same changes my sisters were, but she remained my friend throughout, without the uncomfortable weirdness I was getting from Fiona, Maire, Muireanne, Shelagh, and Gael. As Fiona blossomed into a beautiful carbon copy of Mom, complete with the red hair and blue eyes, Vonnie became a similar version of her own mother, my grandmother. Her hair was a little darker, but the resemblance to both her mother and sister was obvious.
I believe that this is about when I discovered the laundry hamper. Six... or occasionally seven... women go through a lot of panties, and I noticed the aroma that all those soiled undies were producing. I was entering puberty myself, and for some reason unknown to me at the time, the smell of pussy made my cock get very stiff. I discovered that rubbing my stiff cock felt really, realllllllly goooooood, so I would do it every day. It was fun.
Mom didn't think it was so much fun, though, when she caught me one day, a pair of Fiona's panties in one hand, under my nose, and my rock hard dick in the other. Appalled, she banished me to my room, and changed the laundry procedures in the house to cut off my supply of aromatic underwear. Without the extra stimulation, masturbation lost some of its appeal, but the genie was out of the bottle, and I couldn't unlearn jerking off.
I could learn to lock the damn bathroom door properly, however.
***
I'm not really sure how Vonnie found out about my private bathroom activities. It might have been overheard gossip, or maybe she just figured I was the right age, and made the logical assumption. I mean, we may all have been named like we were still in the 19th century, but we were a thoroughly modern family, and knew what was what.
She had this way of teasing me about it... if it had been my sisters doing it, I would have been mortified, but she made it a fun tease. She called it 'playing with my boy stuff', kind of a gentle reminder that we were different, even if she was my best female friend. It always ended with a hug, just to let me know it was not meant maliciously.
The playful banter took on a new dimension one day, when she was inducing a blush by razzing me, as usual. We were alone... she was very careful not to give fuel to my sisters. It was our little game, and she didn't want it to become too emotionally painful. It was supposed to be fun, but the bomb she dropped on me made it much more than merely play.
She was doing her best, turning me bright red with questions about when I last 'played with my stuff', and she looked around, making sure we were alone.
"You know, girls do it too," she smiled. I was confused, and it must have shown, so she clarified. "You play with your stuff, and we play with ours. I play with mine all the time."
What?
We were thoroughly modern, but Mom had a modern solution to keep her children from growing up too quickly. She took parental security codes to a level I didn't know existed, so I wasn't as knowledgeable about the mechanics of sex as some of my friends. The thought that girls did... that... to themselves was new.
New, and exciting. That image was front and centre in my mind during my next opportunity to play with my stuff.
Despite Mom's best efforts, my sexual education had begun. I was twelve, and at a time when most boys were learning from each other or the Internet, I had a much more interesting source. A much softer, and more attractive source.
My friend, who was more like a sister to me, but wasn't, because she wasn't.
No. She was my mother's sister.
My aunt Siobhan.
***
Things remained status quo for a while. Vonnie was nearly eighteen, was dating other boys, and was still my best friend.
She was also still my teacher, and would drop the odd tidbit here and there. Nothing too overt, and nothing I couldn't get from the Internet, if I could find a way around Mom's password codes... but delivered as it was from a female perspective, I found it fascinating.
Her friendship had also given me more confidence around girls. Yes, she still teased me, and always held the upper hand, but coming from her I didn't mind as much. My sisters held their power as a way of putting me in my place, but Vonnie was playing when she did it. It was our private game, and she obviously enjoyed it as much as I did.
Anyway, that confidence came bubbling to the surface one day when she was at our house, just after her birthday. She was officially a woman now, but that didn't change anything between us. She popped in on me in my room, but before she could begin her normal routine, I beat her to it.
"So, how about you tell me when you last played with your stuff?" I asked, with a smile and a gallon of bravado.
"Oh ho! Look who just grew a pair!" Vonnie laughed, her blue eyes sparkling. "Okay, Mr. O'Sullivan... It was yesterday, and it was lots of fun!" she giggled, then gestured to me. It was my turn.
"This morning, and I had fun, too," I laughed back. The confidence was like a narcotic, and made me continue without thinking. "It would be better with something to sniff, um... oh, never mind."
I could feel my face glowing, and turned away.
"Danny?" she said softly, touching my shoulder. I turned back to face her. "It's alright. Nothing new under the sun. We girls do smell good, don't we?" She wrapped me in a big hug, letting me know my apparent perversion wasn't going to chase her away. She held me longer than usual, my head against her chest. It was so soft. A certain part of me was headed toward the other end of the scale, so I turned my hips, hoping she wouldn't notice. She released me, and left with a different look on her face, like she was thinking.
At the nearest opportunity, I made a bee-line for the bathroom.
***
For my thirteenth birthday, Mom got me my first cell phone. In it, she had already programmed her own cell number, and those of all my sisters, who had received their phones on their thirteenth birthday.
There was one number missing, and I asked Fiona if I could borrow her phone to get it. She just smiled, and handed it to me, letting me look up Vonnie's number myself. I gave it back, and typed the information into my device.
I was so proud. Getting my phone was a rite of passage in our house. It signified trust, and growing up. I wanted to call someone special for my first call, and there was only one person who qualified. I pressed the button.
"Hello?" I heard from the other end.
"Hi. It's me," I giggled, then clued in. Maybe she didn't recognize my voice, so I clarified. "It's Danny. I got my new phone!"
"So I see," she laughed. "That's great, honey. I'd love to talk, but I'm a little busy right now. Can I call you back?"
"Um, sure," I replied, "I guess I don't really have much to say anyway. Just wanted to try my phone, and wanted you to be my first call."
"That's so sweet, honey. I promise, I'll call you back later, okay?" she said softly.
"Okay," I nodded. "Goodbye."
Just before the line went dead, I thought I heard a voice ask "who was tha..." It wasn't a girl's voice.
About ten minutes later, my phone made a noise. I picked it up. My first text message. From Vonnie.
Sorry about that, sweetie. I'm on a date. I'll call you when I get home, and I'm definitely coming to your party this weekend. Congratulations, little man!
I read it twice. On a date? Well, that explains it. I wasn't sure what 'on a date' meant yet, but it sounded important. Maybe she'd explain it when we talked.
Okay. Thanks. I typed, and hit send.
I waited for her to call back, but I fell asleep before she did.
***
The phone was laying on my pillow, right next to my face, so when it buzzed, it woke me easily.
"Hello?" I answered, even though I knew who it was. Who else could it be?
"Hi Danny!," Vonnie chirped. "I'm really sorry I couldn't talk before. I was with my boyfriend. It took a while to explain to him who you were. He's the jealous type. He thought I had another boyfriend on the side, so now he doesn't have a girlfriend."
It took me a few seconds to decipher that one. She had dumped him because of my call.
"I'm sorry, Vonnie. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just..."
"Danny... honey," she interrupted. "I didn't tell you that to make you feel guilty. It's not your fault, so don't worry about it. I'm actually glad I found out now that he's a jerk, before I got emotionally involved. Thank you."
I had no idea what to say next, so I said nothing, hoping she would save me.
"I guess that makes you my only boyfriend," she laughed. "Do you like older women?"
"All the women I know are older women," I smiled, in a moment of sudden adolescent maturity.
"Wow! You really have grown up lately, haven't you?" she howled. "That was funny!"
I laughed along with her, feeling close despite the distance between us. A whole two blocks.
"I should go, honey, but I'll see you Saturday at your party," she said softly.
I really liked the idea of being her boyfriend, even if I didn't know what it meant yet.
***
Things started changing around our house during the next year or so. Fiona got married and moved out before I turned fourteen. The twins were both gone by the time I turned seventeen, and my youngest older sister, Gael married shortly after that, leaving only Shelagh and myself at home with Mom.
More changed at home than just the roster of residents. For example, I grew up. Literally.
My father hadn't been overly tall, or at least, not that I recall. When you're a kid, everything is relative. When everyone is that much taller than you are, you only notice their height compared to each other. This fact was made worse by the fact that I was a small child. All my sisters seemed to be blessed with the long legs of a gazelle from birth, but I was the little brother, in every sense of the word.
All that started to change just after I turned thirteen, as my growth spurt finally arrived. For the next three years, I was a clothing manufacturers dream, growing out of pants every three or four months. I went from just under five feet, and about 100 pounds, to just over six feet, and nearly 180.
Through it all, Vonnie and I remained close. She had her life, of course, and several boyfriends, but I remained her one, constant, special friend. Our conversations, almost every night, were those of best friends, not nephew and aunt.
Vonnie became my tutor again, coaching me through my earliest relationships with girls. Little more than crushes, really, but she helped me understand the female point of view, especially when the point of view excluded me. She was like a mother, my own age, or at least a lot closer to it, and she was much easier to talk to.
I even returned the favour when her most serious relationship imploded, holding her while she cried, then telling her how beautiful she was, and what an idiot he was. I'll never forget her kiss of thanks...on the cheek, but still so tender and memorable.
I found myself getting emotionally attached to her. It was difficult to remember she was my aunt.
***
My eighteenth birthday was special. I suppose that's pretty obvious, with the whole 'legal age' thing, but mine was more so.
As often happens, my actual birthday fell midweek, but there was no way our family was doing a midweek party. Too many aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters and grandparents to pull that off, so the party would be a belated affair. That didn't stop my friends from taking me out for a small gathering, however, and my sister Shelagh had a wrapped parcel for me when I got home.
"Siobhan dropped this off for you," Shelagh said quietly. "Happy birthday."
I looked at the package... a box, wrapped in bright paper, with a ribbon around it. A card was attached, and I opened it first.
"Call me before you open this," it said, along with the usual best wishes. "No matter what time it is."
Okay, you got it. I thumbed my phone into life, and scrolled down the list to Vonnie, then pressed the button. A few seconds later, I heard her familiar voice.
"Hi Danny, honey," she purred. "I was wondering if I would hear from you tonight. Shelagh said you were out with your friends. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, I suppose," I replied. "Just a few of my classmates taking me out for a burger and some fun. Nothing much happened."
"Any girls there?" she asked. "Any hotties after your body now that you're legal?"
"I wish!" I laughed. "Just one girl tonight, the girlfriend of one of my buddies, and she's not that hot," I explained. "What's with the gift? Does this mean you're not coming this weekend?"
"Oh no," she giggled, "I'll be there. You've got a birthday kiss, and a big hug coming."
Mmmmm, a Vonnie hug... almost as soft as a Mom hug, and a whole lot more fun. She had developed the same big, voluptuous chest as her sisters... I mean, Mom and my other aunts. Actually all my sisters were pretty similar, as well. This house would be filled with big, soft breasts this weekend, and I'd probably get hugs from all of them. Little wonder I was a breast man.
"I just thought this gift would be better without the crowd," she continued. "Actually," she laughed, "I don't think either of us wants to open this in front of anyone else."
"Huh?" I asked, not following her point.
"Just open it. You'll see," she directed.
Okay. I plucked at the ribbon, which gave way, and allowed me to tear the paper open. A box, yes, that much I guessed. I popped the tape at each side, and lifted the lid.
It was a book, one that I had been looking for. I had an interest in vintage warbirds, and this book catalogued the various models of the iconic British fighter, the Spitfire.
"Vonnie! This is perfect! Thank you so much!" I gasped, then wondered, "Why wouldn't I open this in front of anyone? It's a great gift."
"Well... It's not alone in there," she said softly. "Look under the tissue. I got you something you've wanted for years," she added cryptically.
Women! Why can't they just answer a question? I thought, rummaging deeper. Why does everything have to... be a... Oh my god!
There, between the layers of tissue paper, was a clear zip lock bag. I picked it up with trembling hands. Inside... oh god... inside was a... a pair of panties! I gasped.
She's either psychic or she heard me, and knew I'd found the special gift.
"I remember someone saying they wanted something to sniff while playing with their stuff," she giggled. "You still play with your stuff, don't you?"
"Um, yeah," I gulped, holding the bag up. They weren't just panties ; they were sexy panties, black, lacey, and quite brief. "Are these yours, Vonnie?" I asked, picturing her in the tiny garment.
"No, I stole them from a strangers house for you!" she laughed. "YES! Of course they're mine! I wore them for two days, just to make sure they'd last a while... you know, so you could play more than once. Speaking of which... did you play today?"
"Uh... no actually," I stumbled. "Did you?"
"Mmmmm, yes," she growled. "Twice. So I guess you'll be wanting to go now, huh? Have fun, honey."
The phone went dead.
My cock, on the other hand, was definitely alive. It had begun to awaken when I saw the panties in the bag, and gradually hardened throughout the conversation. Now it was harder than I could ever remember it being, and very, very uncomfortable in my pants. She was right ; I was heading to the bathroom, right now.
One advantage to being nearly the last one left in the house was that bathroom time... for any reason... no longer needed to be scheduled on a seniority basis. There were two full baths and a powder room to choose from. Since it was late, and both Mom and Shelagh were asleep, I chose the powder room downstairs, as far away from them as possible. Sure, I'd be as quiet as I could, but why take extra chances?
With Vonnie's gift under my arm, I crept out of my room, to the stairs and down, avoiding the squeaky stair third from the top. At last, I reached my sanctuary, closed the door, and locked it.
Getting downstairs with a full blown erection had been painful, so I freed my throbbing dick, letting it stand straight out.
"Oh shit, that's better," I sighed. The bag of heaven was laying on the counter, and I picked it up, holding it under my nose. The seal was doing a great job of containing the scent within, as I didn't smell anything. Grasping the edges, I pulled it open, slowly.
The delicious aroma of fresh pussy wafted out, finding a welcome home in my nostrils. They say scent is the most powerful of memory triggers, and right now, I'd believe it. Images of years past, when I raided the laundry in the bathroom to find my sister's panties, then jerked off while inhaling her smells, flooded back into my mind.
I gripped my shaft firmly, and started to pleasure myself. Still holding the bag under my nose, my hand moved with a mind of its own, sliding back and forth along my hard, tumescent cock.
"Oh my god, Vonnie," I whispered. "Your pussy smells incredible. I can't believe you did this for me." Another deep sniff set my brain on fire, and I could feel the tingle in my balls growing. I was going to cum, soon. Her scent had me beyond excited.
I gritted my teeth, stifled a bellowing grunt of release, and exploded. Semen rocketed out, splashing across the mirror in an impressionistic stripe of white. I did my Jackson Pollack impression, splattering the powder room wildly, absolutely unable to either stop or control the discharge. I had never, ever cum this hard before. At last, the final spurts subsided, and I dropped to one knee, gasping for breath.
"Holy shit," I breathed, watching the room spin around my head. "That was unbelievable." I looked around. There was cum everywhere. I was going to need to clean the whole room.
It was worth it. Even though it took me twenty minutes to clean up the mess... ten times longer than it took to make it... it was worth it.
Silently, I walked unsteadily back upstairs, Vonnie's resealed bag held tight in my hand. I almost forgot to avoid the squeaky step, but remembered at the last second. Finally, I made it back into my room, and flopped on the bed.
I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, then found a safe hiding place for my new most treasured possession. I'd tell you where, but it's a secret. At last, I climbed into bed, and turned off the light. Just one last thing to do, so I picked up my phone.
That was incredible, I typed. Thank you so much, Vonnie.
Her response was nearly immediate.
You're welcome. Glad it was good for you too.
Too? You played as well? I asked.
Oh yeah. Can't let you have all the fun. It's exciting, she replied.
What is?
Knowing you're sniffing MY underwear, and getting yourself off. Very nasty. I like it. Going to sleep now. Goodnight Danny. Sweet dreams. she finished.
Oh shit... she had to tell me that, just before I go to sleep? I thought, feeling my cock twitch slightly. Sweet dreams, indeed.
***
In the morning, I woke with a huge case of morning wood. Throughout the night, visions of Vonnie and I, inflagrante delicto, had filled my head. No, it wasn't the first time... but it was the first time I knew she was thinking about me, as well. That made it possible, not just fantasy.
Problem. She's my mother's little sister... My aunt, although I had never called her Auntie. Hell, she and I were so close, she was more like MY sister. I'm not sure which one was worse, but either way, this was a relationship that could never happen, no matter how much my dick wanted it to. I'm not sure I believed in hell, but I wasn't really looking to risk it. Even if there was no eternal damnation, there was still the bulk of my family to deal with. Dozens of them. I have a feeling we'd find support hard to find among them.
Then again, she's so hot, and sexy... I thought. The rationalization process began in earnest.
I might have been getting ahead of myself. Just because she said she found the thought of me using her soiled panties exciting, didn't suddenly mean she was pining for me. Maybe I was just part of her playtime, as she was part of mine.
Hmmm... but she did give me her panties, and she's not just part of my playtime ; she's the star, and the only woman I can picture when I feel that urge to release the tension.
I finally decided not to drive myself crazy, trying to figure it out. At least, not before the weekend.
***
Saturday afternoon, my relatives began to filter in around 2. The early arrivals were mostly there to help my mother with the preparation of food for the party. It simply wasn't possible for one person to whip up a meal for thirty of forty people in a single afternoon.
So, the potluck contributions started to pile up in the kitchen, along with their own delicious aromas. Recent events had made me realize how sensitive to smells I had become. Certain smells more than others.
The crowd was growing, making space in our house hard to come by. It was a big enough house to grow up in, with Mom and five sisters. That roster had shrunk to just three in the last year, but today's festivities had it bulging at the seams. I was the guest of honour, but it was getting a little tight.
My family really did have some beautiful women in it. Along with all the red hair and blue eyes, were lots of breasts, most of them nice and round and soft. A man can only take so many sets of boobs rubbing against him before a certain part of his anatomy begins to notice. I needed to get some space, to let things calm down, so I retreated to my room.
I was laying back, relaxing and watching some TV. My erection had subsided, but I hadn't received my hug from one certain guest yet. She was a late arrival, despite living only two blocks away, but I knew she was coming. There was a quiet knock on the door, and it opened.
Ah, there she is...
"May I come in?" she asked, smiling around the edge of my door. "I'm not interrupting, um, anything important?"
"No, Vonnie," I laughed, "You're not interrupting. Come in."
"Your mother asked me to find you. Dinner is ready, and everyone is here, so we need the guest of honour," she said softly.
"Right," I answered, turning of the TV with the remote, and rolling off the bed. I stood, and she looked up at me.
"I remember when you were smaller than me," she giggled. "Now you're a big, strong man. You'll always be little Danny, my favourite nephew, to me, though. You want your hug, now?" She opened her arms as she asked it, and my eyes fell on her chest.
"Hell yeah!" I smiled, stepping into her embrace.
Getting my hug in private was a very good idea, for reasons I'm sure you can guess. The feeling of her big boobs against me, and my feelings for her, made my dick spring into action.
Vonnie was wrapped tight in my arms, resting her head on my chest. Her arms were around my waist, with mine around her shoulders.
"Um, Danny... Is that what I think it is?" she asked, but made no move to leave.
"Well, uh, yeah," I giggled. "Sorry."
"No," she giggled back. "I guess you're not so little anymore, are you? I take it you're enjoying your gift," she added, leaning back to look up at me.
"Yes, thank you," I smiled, and she snuggled back against me.
"Let me know when they need to be recharged," she whispered. "I'll take care of it. At least, until you get a girlfriend. Then it's her job to take care of you, and this thing," she snickered, rubbing against my bulge gently.
I could have stood there all day, but Vonnie was still in control, and had a mission besides causing a huge erection.
"Okay... I'm, um... I'm going to leave now," she blushed, pulling back and casting a glance at the tent she had caused. "You calm down, and come downstairs when you're ready. Happy birthday, honey."
As she opened the door and stepped out, I caught her sneaking a final peek at my crotch. "Wow," she breathed, and was gone.
***
It only took me a few minutes to settle down and join the gathering.
I came downstairs to find my grandparents using the concentration of relatives to announce that they were going to be taking an extended vacation. They would be away for a month between the flight, shore stay, and two week cruise. My grandmother took me aside, to ask me if I would please help Siobhan take care of the house. I already had a weekly date with the lawnmower in their garage, so it was no extra work. Just the same, she slipped an envelope into my hand, paying me in advance for the yard work and extra chores.
There were lots of gifts... mostly more cash... and the food was great, as it always was.
Everyone was older than I was, with the exception of the next generation of O'Sullivan children. I suppose they technically weren't O'Sullivans, as they were Fiona's children from her marriage, and her name was now Gerrard. I was reminded that I was an uncle.
And an adult, or at least according to all the back slapping, hugs and kisses I was receiving. An adult is expected to be in control of his urges and actions, but Vonnie was not making it easy.
It did seem like she was everywhere I looked, and she was making some serious eye contact, a cryptic smirk tickling the corners of her mouth. I had to assume it was an intentional tease.
It was working.
***
A few weeks passed. I made use of my sexy aunt's underwear often.
Well, despite being an adult male, available, and reasonably handsome, the ladies were not beating a path to my door. I had a few first dates, but there were no sparks.
In truth, I was being too hard on the girls I dated. I was subconsciously comparing them to my personal example of perfection, and it wasn't a fair comparison. They were lovely women, but they all had one fatal flaw ; they weren't Vonnie.
Speaking of Vonnie, she visiting my house the afternoon after my grandparents left for their vacation. She said she didn't feel like eating alone, and Mom had invited her little sister over for dinner.
Normally, I would have been thrilled to have the object of my desires visiting. Recently, however, I was finding it more and more difficult to disguise the fact that I was having feelings for her ; feelings I wasn't suppose to be having for a female relative. It was bad enough when she popped in on me alone, but Mom and Shelagh were there too, so I really had to play it cool.
I may have played it a little too cool. After dinner, I retreated to my room, and hid. Ten minutes later, there was a gentle knock on my door, and I opened it to find Vonnie.
"May I?" she asked softly, and I stepped aside, allowing her in.
"Danny, are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?" she immediately whispered, as I closed the door.
Like I said... trying to hide my feelings had given the impression that I was angry with her. I wasn't good at emotional camouflage.
"No, not at all," I replied, still reining in my urges. "Just distracted. Sorry about that."
It was partly true, because she was a huge distraction. I found her to be one any time I saw her, but today, it was multiplied tenfold. I don't know if she had a date later, or what the reason, but her attire was making me crazy. Picture your perfect woman... Now dress her in a form fitting, cleavage displaying top, and a skirt that ends just above the knee.
Now... Make her your sister, or your aunt, and you know what I was feeling. You really, really, realllllllly want to, but you really, really shouldn't.
"Oh, that's good," she smiled. "I can't have my favourite boyfriend being mad at me. You're sure? Here... give me a hug. I'll be able to tell." She held her arms open.
Of that I'm sure, I thought as I stood. She wrapped herself around me, and I gave up trying to fight it. I held tight, crushing her against me.
"Mmmmm, this is nice," she sighed. "I admit... You don't feel mad to me."
No, but if we hold this position for much longer, you'll feel something.
"There is something you could do for me," I began. She stepped back, and looked up at me, glancing down for a split second at the bulge that was forming.
"Anything," she giggled.
I reached under my mattress, then extracted and handed Vonnie the bag that contained her panties.
"Okay, you're looking for a refill?" she giggled, cracking open the seal. She inhaled. "Ooooo, yes... that's me, but it is a little weak, isn't it?"
"Yes Ma'am. You said you would recharge them for me, so..." I suggested.
"Are you emotionally attached to the black ones, or open to options?" she grinned.
"I'm always open to options," I smiled back.
"Fine. Turn around," she directed. I did, but it only made me look into the mirror. If the goal was to keep me from watching her drop her panties on my bedroom floor, this wasn't going to work. She saw me smiling at her in the reflection. "Hmmm... Not quite as planned. Okay. You... Here. Face the corner, and no peeking. Promise?"
Yes Ma'am. No peeking," I nodded stepping into the position as requested.
I heard the rustle of fabric, then the sound of the zip lock opening. Finally, the clicks of it closing.
"Alright, here you go," she giggled, "fresh off the, um, uh... well let's just say fresh, and leave it at that."
I turned, to find her holding the bag in two fingers. Instead of the lacey black panties of before, the bag now held a red thong.
"Thank you," I choked. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome, honey," she purred, and kissed my cheek. "Have fun. Talk to you later?"
"Mmmmm hmmm," I nodded, holding the bag tight.
"Don't forget. Tomorrow is lawn day. See you there," she said, grinning widely.
She gave me one more glance, and stepped out, closing the door behind her.
I opened the bag. Oh my... 'fresh' was an understatement. They were still warm. They were still... wet. My dick twitched in my pants, already hard as a rock.
Have you ever bought a loaf of bread, fresh and warm from the oven? Isn't it just the most irresistible thing in the world? I know I always end up ripping a chunk out of it in the checkout line, and tasting the warm deliciousness while it's available.
I faced the same situation here. Vonnie's panties were even more attractive than fresh bread, and I did what you probably would have done, given the same chance ; I tasted them.
I wasn't prepared for it. I had been on many dates, and even managed to visit second base on many occasions. I got thrown out between second and third once. I had cracked Mom's Internet security, and had visited hundreds of porn sites, and knew that the guys eating those porn star pussies seemed to be having a lot of fun. I was, of course, quite familiar with the delectable aroma of pussy, my aunt's in particular. But... I hadn't yet tasted it, so when I did, it almost made me cum right there.
Wow. Her pussy was just... Wow. I needed the bathroom, right away.
At least I had found a certain amount of control in there. After that first night, when I wound up redecorating the whole room, I had learned to prepare for the potential mess. Good thing, because this time, I barely got a dozen strokes in before cum rocketed out, splashing into the toilet. My aim was true. No cleanup would be required.
***
As Vonnie had reminded me yesterday, I had to cut my grandparent's lawn. They had lived there for... Ever. When their house had been built, the neighbourhood wasn't a neighbourhood yet, and because of that, they had a huge yard, by city standards. It was even bigger at one point, but they had sold a few slices, one to either side, when the market was good.
There were a few trees to provide shade, but mostly it was a sunbaked hour of hot work. It would have been wise to do it early, before the heat came up and made it unbearable.
No one ever said I was wise, so I put it off, until I had no choice. It was definitely the time of day for mad dogs and Englishmen.
I walked the two blocks over to my grandparent's house, and retrieved the mower from their garage. I fuelled it up, and got it started on the third pull, starting the back and forth pattern across the front yard.
It was quite warm, and I had a pretty good sweat going by the time I finished the front, including the small tongue of grass that wrapped around the far end of the house, and the strip that separated the driveway from the property line. I grabbed the string trimmer, and edged the drive, pathway and fences, just to get a break from the position bent over the mower handlebar.
With the front half finished, I opened the gate to the backyard, and shuttled the equipment through, rounding the corner of the house into the expanse of grass. I wasn't prepared.
First, I was surprised. I didn't even know Siobhan was home, as she usually made her presence known. Second, I wasn't ready for her in a bikini. I'd seen her in a bathing suit before, but only in a one piece, which was devastating enough. Her body in a bikini was just... Oh my god!
She was laid back, tanning on a lounger up on the second level deck. When she heard me slam the gate, she waved, and stood up at the railing, smiling down at me.
"Hi Danny!" she laughed. "You look hot!"
I assume she meant it as in 'hot and sweaty'. Looking up at her from below, I could apply the same description, but with the other meaning. She was hot.
Her legs, her flat, trim tummy, and her ample chest combined were definitely gawk worthy. I tried not to be too obvious, but I couldn't see her eyes, hidden as they were behind her sunglasses. It was difficult to read her reaction.
"Hold on," she smiled. "I'll come down, and get you a drink."
I didn't get a chance to reply before she disappeared. A minute later, the lower glass door slid open, and she motioned me inside.
"Sit down and rest. You don't need to cut it all in one shot. It's hot out there," she giggled, tipping her glasses up into her hair.
I took a chair at the table. She padded around the kitchen, first getting a glass, then over to the fridge, where ice was dispensed. I watched her ass and legs as she walked, and was especially attentive when she stood in front of the open refrigerator door. The cool air wafted over her body, raising goosebumps, two in particular. With my drink poured, she closed the door, and brought it over to me. As she leaned across the table to slide it over, my eyes went to her incredible cleavage. They may have lingered a few seconds too long.
Vonnie read my eyes, and glanced down at the view she was offering me. She stood up, with a curious smirk on her face, but didn't say a word. The smirk persisted, as she scanned me with her own eyes. I was expecting... I don't know what... but certainly not what happened next.
"So, Danny," she whispered, "the panties I left with you last night? Did they do the job?"
She moved around the side of the table, perching on the edge. Her legs swung back and forth playfully.
I didn't answer, but my blush probably said more than enough. I could hardly deny it, as she knew well what I was doing with her 'gift'.
"And I saw you just now, looking at my breasts," she smiled, easing a few inches closer. "Do you like them, Danny?"
I didn't look up from my bowed position. I couldn't. I know she had participated, flirting back, and discussing masturbation with me. She had taught me about women, and given me her underwear to play with. The line between aunt and nephew was at best pretty fuzzy, if not obliterated. If I looked up, and saw her eyes, I was afraid I would vault over what was left of it.
I didn't know she was erasing it from her side, too.
I saw her thighs, so smooth and tanned, come into my lowered field of view. At their junction... Heaven. My mouth was full of cotton. I wanted so much to just reach out, peel the bottom half of her blue bikini aside, and bury my face in her cunt.
She leaned closer, and touched my chin gently with her hand. I resisted, and her touch became more insistent, tipping my face up toward hers.
Her blue eyes should have been angry, but they weren't. A thin smile on her face, she kissed my cheek again, as she always did. This kiss lingered, with her breath tickling my face and neck, then she repeated it, a little closer and a little longer. She backed away, looking once more into my eyes.
I could see her making a decision. The smile grew wider, and she pressed forward.
Vonnie kissed me. No longer a young aunt kissing her nephew on the cheek, this kiss was full on the mouth, and put all ambiguity to rest. I was surprised, but kissed back, effectively breaking down any barriers that remained. Her tongue pushed past mine, as she grasped my head with both hands. We were going down the road from which there was no return. A final pause, as we looked at each other one last time.
"Is this really what you want?" I asked, hoping she would say yes.
"Oh, um, jeez," she responded, biting her knuckle.
Perhaps there was disappointment on my face, or maybe it was totally her decision. Either way, she dropped her hand, and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Danny, honey... I know it's wrong, but yes," she smiled. "This is what I want. You are who I want. Are you okay with that?"
A final chance to stop us was dropped in my lap, but my rational self was not responding, beaten senseless by the part of me that had wanted Vonnie for years. I nodded.
"Alright, then, let's do it right," she whispered, reaching out for my hand. I took it, and she led the way. "Upstairs?"
I fell into her wake as she walked up the long staircase. I know we were going up there to behave in a very un-nephew-aunt way, but I still felt a little weird openly ogling her ass with each sexy, wiggling step she took. Barely covered by a swatch of blue, her rump jiggled slightly, attracting my gaze even when I looked away. Her long dark auburn hair swung from side to side hypnotically. Before I knew it, we were in her room. She turned to face me, and glanced down at my bulging crotch.
"Ready to go, I see," she smiled stepping in to kiss me again. "Let me take care of that for you." She directed me to stand by the corner of her bed, and kissed me as a distraction, so I didn't notice she was undoing my pants, and sliding them off over my hips. She sat me down, and skinned them off my legs, leaving me only in my t-shirt and underwear. Next off was my shirt, peeled off like a damp skin. She traced a fingertip across my chest.
"Definitely not little Danny anymore," she smiled. "You're a big, strong man now. My favourite kind."
She knelt, and tugged the waistband of my underwear down, letting my erection jump out.
"Ooooo... emphasis on the 'big' part!"
She touched my dick, rubbing the head against her cheek. It left a streak of clear ooze in its path. She inhaled, and moaned.
"So, Danny... You have a thing for the smell of pussy, right?" she giggled. I just nodded. "Well, I have a thing for the smell of a man. It gets me very, very wet."
I looked down at her gently stroking my cock. Her blue eyes were aflame.
"Have you ever had one of your girlfriends do this for you?" she asked. I just shook my head. "Oh, well I'm certain you're going to love it. Don't hold back, honey. Just let it happen. Let Vonnie look after you, okay?" A final smile, and her tongue reached out to taste my flesh.
I moaned. She moaned, and opened wide, dropping her mouth over the head. Her lips slid downward, claiming my shaft fractions of an inch at a time. She was right about me loving it ; I never imagined anything so incredible. Her mouth moved up and down, along with her hand.
Boom! The room exploded. I barely even felt it coming... uh, cumming... as I spewed uncontrollably down her throat. Vonnie gulped, and swallowed, but I was cumming like a proverbial racehorse, so my load overwhelmed her, leaking out the corners of her mouth.
I flopped back on the bed. The ceiling was spinning around, and I was breathing funny. I felt her slurping away at my twitching cock, then she was gone. Her smiling face appeared above me, wiping a streak of my cum off her chin.
"See? Told you you'd like it!" she laughed, snuggling next to me. We laid quietly for a few minutes, until I recovered slightly. "Ready to do me?" she asked.
If by 'do you', you mean lick your delicious, aromatic pussy?...then, Hell yeah!
Vonnie rolled over and plucked at the strings that held her bikini bottom in place. It fell away, and she knelt above my head, letting me feast my eyes on her beautiful cunt. Her scent filled my nostrils. She was indeed very wet, with a small trickle of her honey running down her thigh. When she spread her thick, dangling lips with two fingers, more ambrosia leaked out of her pink interior folds. She was bald and smooth, save a small tuft of auburn curls at the top of her feminine slit.
Finished tempting me with a display out of reach, she rolled onto her back, still wearing her top. She spread her legs wide.
I chambered between her legs, face to face with the object of my fantasies. She smelled... well, there are no words for what her intense scent was doing to my brain.
"Oh honey," she breathed. "Please don't keep me waiting. I need this. You have no idea how I've wanted to feel your tongue on me."
Well, if you insist...
I swept my tongue upward. If I thought her panties tasted good, then this was unbelievable. Salty, sweet, and completely addictive, Vonnie's juices were so delicious, I dug my tongue as deeply into her as I could to get as much as I could.
"Mmmmm, yes... I do love to be licked!" she gasped. "A little higher... that's it, honey. Mmmmm, yes, suck my clit... Higher... Right there! Oh fuck! Do it!"
I followed her directions, moving all around her succulent gash while she gave me the grand tour of her womanhood. Once I had the lay of the land, she relaxed and let me please her, moaning softly. Her hands were tangled in my hair, ensuring I wouldn't leave... like that was going to happen. We were going to hell now, anyway. Might as well make it worthwhile.
I was ears deep in her sloppy crevice, with two fingers joining in the fun when I needed to catch my breath. Judging from her dialogue, I was doing reasonably well eating my first pussy. I hoped I would get many more opportunities to pleasure Vonnie and perfect my technique. She was my instructor, after all.
Her instructions were currently peppered with a lot of 'yes's, and her hips were squirming, forcing me to pursue her across the bed. There's no way I was letting her get away.
"Oh god... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddd... yes, honey, that's it, suck my clit... suck my clit... oh please, make me cum, honey, just a little more! I'm so close... so close... Yes! YES! YESSSS!" she screamed, arching her back as she came. Her pussy gushed in my mouth, surprising me, and making me lick faster, which made her cum harder, until she melted back into the mattress, gasping for air.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh... fuck," she was panting as I slithered up beside her. She grabbed my head and kissed me hard, then collapsed again. "Mmmmm, I do taste good, don't I?"
We snuggled for a minute. I was watching her big breasts rise and fall with each breath, peeking into her bikini top. She must have seen me.
"Would you like to see them?" she whispered. "Go ahead," she smiled, pulling her hair aside to let me at the string behind her neck.
I grabbed the tip of one string with my teeth, and tugged while she giggled. The bow unravelled, and the fabric relaxed under the weight of her bust, springing downward. Half of her left nipple peeked out at me, until she shook her shoulders, making her globes wobble and push clear of the tiny top. At last, I saw the whole of her big tits, crowned with stiff, stubby nipples. They were magnificent, and it was now official ; my Aunt Vonnie had the whole package.
I felt her hand on my leg, and she wrapped her fingers around my resurrected cock, standing at attention. She smiled, and pushed me back, easing on top of me. Her eyes never left mine as she lowered herself aboard.
Oh my god! How can any one person smell so good, taste so delicious, and feel so incredible at once. My eyes rolled back as her pussy engulfed my shaft in a velvet embrace.
"Oh shit, that's a nice cock," she hissed. "So nice and thick... I'm going to enjoy this a lot, I think." She sat up, reaching behind herself to undo the lower string of her top. She tossed it on the floor, then leaned forward, resting her ample chest on mine. "So, Danny," she smiled from close range, "First blowjob, right?"
"Yes," I smiled back.
"First time eating a girl's pussy, too?" she asked. I grinned, and nodded. "Good job! You're a natural! That was quite the orgasm you gave me!"
I laughed, and marked a 'one' on my imaginary scoreboard with my finger.
"I assume this is a first, as well?" she breathed, undulating her hips to confirm my dick was buried to maximum depth in her receptive socket. The look on my face must have been sufficient confirmation. "Congratulations on losing your virginity. We're gonna have a great time together."
That comment was the early leader in the 'understatement of the year' competition. I assume you've been inside a pussy before? Do I need to say more?
Vonnie started to rise and fall on my cock, bouncing her tits in my face. I grabbed hold and began to suckle her hungrily. This I had done before, but none of my previous girlfriends had been endowed anything like my favourite Aunt. Vonnie's big jugs were so soft, and smooth, with nipples that grew into excited prongs on my mouth.
Speaking of exciting prongs... my dick certainly qualified. Vonnie's pussy was my own little slice of heaven, and it was doing things to my cock I didn't know were possible. Clutching, rippling, pulling on me. Despite my earlier orgasm, my balls were tingling again.
"Go ahead, honey," she whispered, apparently psychic as well as being a goddess. "Cum inside me. We have all day to play some more."
"Oh god!" I grunted, letting loose inside her with another load of spunk. She sat up, and ground herself down hard. Her head tilted back, and she shuddered, cumming along with me.
"Oh god indeed," she gasped, twitching in my grasp. "Fuck! That feels so nice and warm." She snuggled down against my chest again, and kissed my cheek. "Was it good for you, too?"
I laughed. What a ridiculous question! No, I hated it. Have you ever had a bad orgasm? Is it even possible?
She giggled back, and patted my chest, climbing off. As she wiggled away toward the bathroom, I saw my cum dripping down her leg. My cum... My mother's sister's leg. This was so wrong, but also so right.
Siobhan had always been in my life. I really did think of her more as a sister than an aunt, not that it made things between us less damning. Either way, neither my mother nor hers... my grandmother, for god's sake... would understand what we had just done.
I didn't care. We had almost a full month left to explore each other before they came home, and if I could keep from grinning like a lunatic around my mother, no one would know what we were doing just two blocks away.
Vonnie reappeared in the doorway. Naked, and glowing.
"So, why don't we go downstairs, have some lunch, and recover. Then you can finish the yard work," she said. "When you're done out there, I've got more work for you in here." Her expression was deadpan, making my wonder if our fun was over.
Still, she was naked, and making no attempt to cover up. She turned and walked away, then giggled and called over her shoulder, holding up two digits.
"Round two! Later! And this time, you fuck me!"
***
It's funny how much faster the backyard work went. Despite being the bigger expanse of grass, it flew by, due in no doubt to the prize that awaited me on completion. I had left my shirt inside, at her request, so she could watch me from the upstairs balcony. She had left her bikini on the bedroom floor so I would be reminded not to dally.
It worked. I set a new speed record for cutting the grass and edging the fence line. She was standing on the balcony, the sun glistening off her curvaceous form, while I cleaned the mower, and put everything away. I raced inside, and up the stairs, eager to answer the bell.
Holy fuck! I thought, as I paused in the doorway to her bedroom. This I'd like to see!
Vonnie was spread wide on the bed, with both hands busily probing her cunt. One hand was circling her clit furiously, while the other had three fingers pistoning into the dripping folds of her twat. Combined, the movement had her boobs dancing on her chest.
I unzipped, and freed myself from my shorts. My cock had been pretty stiff in the backyard, but seeing my aunt demonstrating how she played in the absence of a man had me like a rock immediately. I stroked it gently, and approached the bed.
"Mmmmm, yes, play with yours while I play with mine," she purred, fingering herself madly. "This is what I was doing while you were sniffing my underwear and jerking off. Just thought you'd like to watch... then you can fuck my brains out."
It was only a minute or two before her body stiffened, and she screeched a twenty-six syllable epithet of bliss. Her eyes closed, and she tried to catch her breath. My cock was lonely, but her legs were still askew. I knew just the place to put it.
Easing between her thighs, I pressed my rampant erection into her swollen, engorged vagina. Her eyes remained closed, but a smiled tickled her lips.
"That's it, honey... take me. Show me how you feel about me," she sighed.
My hips instinctively knew what to do, and I started to thrust into her feverishly. She had blown me to one orgasm, and ridden me to a second, so the urgency was gone, but my desire was just warming up. Excitement and shock had given way to lust. Now, I really wanted to fuck.
Vonnie's limp body came to life, one limb at a time. I was soon wrapped in a full embrace, as her arms encircled my shoulders, and her legs tightly gripped my waist.
"Yeah, baby, fuck me!" she growled. "Gimme that cock! Fuck me hard!"
The room reverberated with the sounds of sex... moans, groans, words of desperate encouragement, and bodies colliding. I should have been tired from cutting the grass, bur adrenaline was overriding fatigue, giving me enough energy to give her a proper seeing to. I was pounding her ceaselessly, maintaining a briskly rhythm of strokes into her sodden gash.
"Oh god, Danny, YES!" she grunted, clawing at my back. "Gonna fucking cum again!"
I felt her biting my shoulder as her body tensed yet again. She stifled a scream, and shook in my arms, while I continued unabated.
"Mna'a AHHHHHHNNnnnn... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she gasped as another wave hit her. My hips were a blur, as I felt my own climax making its approach known. She read the increased pace. "Spray that hot cum on my tits! I want to watch you squirt!"
I grunted consent, and kept drilling her, crushing her into the mattress a final few times. The countdown commenced, and I yanked myself free, grabbing my throbbing, pussy drenched cock while I leaned over her.
I watched her eyes lock onto my dick. Her tongue licked her lips unconsciously.
"Jerk that fucking cock!" she demanded. "Do it! Cum on me!"
"Mnahhhhhfuuuuuck!" I bellowed, and she got her wish. A rope of hot jizz leapt out, and painted her from navel to nose. More followed, until she was glazed in a coat of translucent goo, which she immediately began to run her fingers through, moaning happily. I collapsed beside her, catching my breath and watching her lick her fingers and rub my discharge into her big boobs.
I was sweaty and exhausted. Just the way I should have been after cutting the grass.
"Okay honey. Get your ass out of here, before my sister comes looking for you. I'm coming to dinner again tonight, so I'll see you in a couple of hours," she smiled, taking control. She kissed me, and continued. "I'll think of something I need your help with for tomorrow. You've got one more hole to take!"
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