Whitney’s Naughty Relatives – Chapter Two
by BrettJ © 2012
Whitney was enjoying the ride in her aunt’s little red Corvette. Ophelia had told her she found sexy cars just as pleasurable as good food, good wine or sex. “I thought about driving professionally,” Ophelia smiled at her niece as she let her sunglasses slide down her nose. “Then I realized it was too much like work and I do like a life of luxury.” She giggled.
Whitney and her seductive aunt had grown very close in the few weeks that Whitney had been staying with her uncle James and his sensual, dark, exotic bride. Many of Ophelia’s friends were older than she was, so she enjoyed having someone closer to her own age to talk with. Of course, talking wasn’t exactly what they spent
most
of their time doing.
Sex had become as necessary to the blonde teen as breathing, her aunt and uncle had an attitude towards hedonism that was positively infectious. A good part of her day was spent in bed with the lovely Ophelia, relishing her new bi-sexuality. They ate their meals late in the evening, because when James got home from work, his gorgeous women dragged him into their lustful clutches.
Ophelia and James made the progression gradual, so that their lovely niece wouldn’t experience sensory overload. Her mother had been, and continued to be, extremely uptight. That fact puzzled her younger brother a great deal. James told his niece that her grandparents were warm, affectionate people who openly hugged and kissed. Whitney merely shrugged and told her uncle her mother had been like that for some time. James discussed this with Ophelia and knew as much as Whitney seemed to be enjoying her newfound sexual appetites, slow and steady would be wiser, so that her emotions wouldn’t boomerang on her and guilt trip her up.
Ophelia had discussed today’s outing with her husband and James nodded as he handed her his VISA Platinum Card. “Go nuts, babe,” He told her. “Not that I have to tell you that, but what good is having money if you can’t derive pleasure from it?”
“You do realize that I married you for your money?” She told him.
“I thought it was because I had a big cock?” He shot back.
“That was the second reason, money first,” She teased, kissing him and running upstairs to wake a drowsy Whitney.
“We’re going shopping, sweetness,” Ophelia purred as she yanked away the covers from a naked Whitney. At home, Whitney would never have dared to sleep nude. In the Comstock home, it was practically a requirement.
“So early?” Whitney moaned.
“Early? It’s almost noon,” Ophelia laughed.
“Can I help it if you two sex maniacs tired me out so much that I needed more sleep?” Whitney sighed. “Let a girl sleep, can’t you?”
“Nope,” Ophelia laughed, swatting her niece on the behind. “Put on something cute and flirty after you’ve showered and meet me downstairs in 30 minutes. Believe me, you won’t be sorry.”
Whitney nodded and began to crawl out of bed. She knew that no matter what was going on in Ophelia’s devious and deviant little mind, it would be in her best interests to comply.
Whitney had no idea how right she was. While she was in the shower, her sexy aunt was making arrangements for a shopping trip that the sexy blonde would never forget. Nor would Ophelia herself, if she knew friend’s equally-devious mind. There would be an element of danger, of kink and of risk and that was precisely the kind of afternoon Ophelia wanted for Whitney!
As they neared their destination, Ophelia knew that she would have to rein in her excitement or risk telegraphing the surprise to her sexy niece. She wanted Whitney’s stay to continue and be exciting and fun and that meant staying one step ahead of the pretty teen at all times.
“Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?” Whitney asked with the impatience of youth. Ophelia grinned, trying not to think of herself as so much older than Whitney, although her experience in matters erotic had given her some extra wisdom. She knew that someday, the same would be true of her niece.
“I don’t suppose it would hurt to tell you now,” Ophelia smiled as she pulled her Corvette into a private laneway that backed into a very quaint, elegant-looking little shop. “I said you needed some new clothes and what better way to start than from the underneath? This is a very sexy lingerie shop that’s owned by my dear friend, Sherri Sullivan.”
“Sherri Sullivan?” Whitney questioned. “As in the
same
Sherri that Uncle James was dating and he caught you screwing with a dildo?”