Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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20 Year old Tyler Morgan sat lazing on the couch, aimlessly watching TV. It was Summer break but instead of going home to his family home he had been forced to spend the summer with his Aunt Peg. His mom and dad had decided to take a cruise that summer, citing that they needed time alone. Tyler could understand that, after all, they had practically devoted their entire life to him.
Aunt Peg was nearing 40, a good 8 years younger than his father, but she had maintained her youthful looks and figure. She had been a late child, an accident - as his father liked to joke with her. Truth of the matter was that his grandparents had wanted a daughter and after the firstborn was a boy, they had gone on birth control, deciding to focus on their one child. As luck or perhaps providence would have it, they were blessed with the daughter they had always wanted. So accident or not, she had been greatly wanted.
Peg lived alone, having never married. He had always liked Aunt Peg. As his only aunt, and being younger, she was always the fun one. The one that let him get away with anything and always defended him whenever he got in trouble. She used to spend an awful amount of time in their family home. Then she had suddenly moved upstate for a new job in advertising and she hardly visited except for Christmas and family functions. Although there was still that fondness, they had more or less grown apart and things weren't what they used to be.
His eyes shifted to the balcony where Aunt Peg was standing, smoking a cigarette. Her thin cotton dress fluttered in the breeze and Tyler gazed at her long shapely legs. Aunt Peg caught his gaze and smiled softly at him. She beckoned him over and Tyler went out the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him.
"Want one?" She asked, waving the cigarette about.
"Uhh.. ummmm... I..."
"It's okay Tyler. I smelt smoke on your shirt when you came in yesterday and gave me a hug." Peg laughed. "You don't have to pretend in front of me. I won't tell."
Tyler reached out to fish a cigarette out of the pack that was offered him. Peg leaned in and flicked the lighter. Tyler took a long drag on the cigarette as he eyed Peg's cleavage. Her dress was cut low and he could make out thin white lace covering her ample boobs.
"So how've you been Ty?" Peg asked. "It's been a while since we've caught up."
"I'm okay." Tyler responded. "Nothing much, ya know. Studies, College..."
"You seeing anyone?" Peg smiled. "Nice, handsome boy like you."
"Errr.. Not really," Tyler replied. "Girls these days just seem to be interested in money. Or they're just too childish."
Peg laughed. "Yeah... well. You've always been more mature for your age then others. One of the things that comes from being an only child."
"I guess."
"Anyway Ty, I've got to get ready. I've got a meeting to go to." Peg said as she stubbed out the cigarette. "Don't think I'll be too late so I should be back for dinner. We can have dinner together."
Tyler nodded as he took another drag of his cigarette. As Peg went back into the apartment, Tyler looked down at the swimming pool below absently. There was a couple frolicking in the pool and a few children playing in the kiddies area. Finishing his cigarette he went back in and sat back at the sofa flicking between channels on the TV.
Peg came out in a tight fitting blue dress with a jacket. Tyler eyed her over appreciatively, an act that was noticed by Peg. She smiled at Tyler, rather pleased that she had that effect on him.
"Make yourself at home Ty. As I said, I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours." Peg smiled and blew him a kiss. Tyler watched her swaying ass she walked toward the door and let herself out. He sighed. He was horny and the fact that it was his aunt that was making him horny troubled him as well.
Tyler got up and made his way to her room. It smelled of her perfume and he liked how the room had such a feminine grace to it. He wasn't sure why but he made his way to her bathroom. The sweet smell of soaps and shampoos filled his senses and for some reason his cock started to grow. He looked around and his eyes fell on her laundry basket that was covered. For some inexplicable reason he was drawn to it.
Opening the cover he saw the dress she had been wearing that day. He lifted it up and underneath was the white lacy bra he had seen on her. He lifted it up and smelled it. Her perfume was on it together with a slight musky smell of her body. His cock throbbed hotly. He looked in again and there was her panties, beige hicuts. With almost trembling hands he reached in and picked it up. It was thin and soft, not thick like his own underwear. He searched for the gusset and could see white streaks on it. Tyler lifted it to his nose. He could almost feel the heat of her body still on them. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet smell of her pussy and bits of urine.
"ohhhh...Aunt Peg..." Tyler groaned. He rummaged about some more and found another two pairs of her panties. He took the three pairs of panties to her bed and laid down.
One by one he lifted the panties to his nose and sniffed at them, savouring their scent. His cock was throbbing hard now and pressing against his tight shorts.
"Mmm...Aunt Peg... Aunt Peg..." Tyler moaned.
His fingers moved to peel down his shorts...
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Peg cursed as the elevator took a long time coming. Finally she entered it and pressed the button for the basement car park. Exiting the elevator, her heels clicked as she made her way to her car.
"Ms Jenkins...Ms Jenkins." Someone called out to her.
She turned toward the voice and noticed Mr Barker, the building manager waving and coming toward her. Peg sighed. He probably wanted to know about the outstanding rental as she was late this month. She wasn't wrong.
"Ahhh.. Ms Jenkins." He gazed at her tits, causing Peg to pull her jacket around her. Mr Barker was a thin, spindly old man with beady eyes. He had lost most of his hair but the wisps he had were longed and combed over to the other side of his head. For some reason, he reminded her off Mo from Simpsons.
