Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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This is my first attempt at writing a story. All characters are over 18. It is a work of total fiction.
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"Hurry up, Gran. If we don't leave now, you're going to miss the bus."
Noel shouted up the stairs of the house that he had shared with his grandmother ever since his parents were both killed in a terrible road accident nearly fifteen years ago. Gran was Noel's father's mother, and she had done what she considered her duty when her son and his wife were tragically killed. She had sold her own house and moved into Noel's home, bringing him up to become a thoughtful, well-mannered young man. Noel, who was now nearly twenty two years old, worked in a distribution centre on the outskirts of town. He didn't earn a great deal of money, and was grateful for his grandmother's company, and her financial contribution to the domestic budget.
Gran appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked a bit anxious.
"I can't find my suitcase, love" she called down to Noel, who was standing impatiently at the foot of the stairs.
"I brought it down half an hour ago, gran," he said with a smile. "Your tickets and your passport are all in your handbag, together with your euros and your sunglasses. Now take your time coming down the stairs. We don't want any accidents. You want to get to see the passion play in Oberammergau with all your friends. If you miss this one, there won't be another one for ten years!"
Eventually, Noel got gran and her suitcase into the car he had inherited from his late parents. Carefully, he drove to the town bus station, where he deposited gran, gave her luggage to the coach driver, and helped her onto the bus that was already nearly full of old age pensioners, eager to be off on the trip of a lifetime to see the world famous passion play in Bavaria. He saw gran settled into her seat, kissed her and walked down the aisle of the coach, his heart beating nineteen to the dozen. Ten whole days of living alone! My word, was he going to take advantage of gran's absence. Aunty Olwen was only a phone call away and she was always ready for some kinky play.
His thoughts were interrupted just as he reached the front of the coach. Gran was calling him. He turned around to face her.
"I forgot to mention this," gran said, " but I was worried about how you are going to cope on your own. So I have asked your Aunty Olwen to look in on you from time to time. At least you'll have a hot meal waiting for you when you come home from work."
Noel managed not to laugh out loud. He waved to gran and blew her a kiss. He got off the coach, his mind rapidly re-calculating his plans for the next ten days. What gran didn't know was that Noel and his great-aunt Olwen had been fucking one another ever since Noel's eighteenth birthday.
So Aunty Olwen had kept her 'baby sitting' mission a secret! Noel smirked as he got back into the car. His cock was already as hard as iron. The thought of being able to fuck Aunty Olwen in his own bed was a real turn on. He made up his mind that he was going to fuck her on the kitchen table too. And anywhere and everywhere that took their fancy in the house.
Olwen was totally different to her elder sister. She smoked, she swore, she had a fantastic body for a woman in her late 50s, and Noel, who had a fetish for mature women, had often used Olwen in his fantasies when he wanked as a horny teenager. He remembered vividly the eighteenth birthday present his filthy, kinky great-aunt had given him. It was a blow job, and she'd swallowed his cum too. As he drove home, he planned to get straight on the phone to Aunty Olwen. She was always up for a fuck, and right now, all he wanted to do was to stick his rock hard cock into her warm, sweet cunt, and fuck her deeply.
He was thinking of various scenarios as he parked the car and pushed the front gate open. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a familiar voice greet him.
"There you are. Thank fuck for that. I've been waiting ages for you. Look! I've smoked two cigars already!"
It was Olwen, of course. Noel grinned at her.
"Aunty Olwen," he greeted her, moving in for a kiss and cupping both of her magnificent tits in his hands She smelled heavenly, a mixture of perfume and cigars. As he broke off their clinch, Noel realised his hard-on was very visible. Olwen noticed, and she licked her lips.
"I see you're ready for action, " she grinned. "Did Ursula get away alright?" she asked. "My elder sister is such a fuss pot. I'm surprised she managed to get herself organised enough to get on the coach."
Noel opened the front door and stood aside to let Olwen in. She smiled her thanks.
"Now then young man," she said with a mischievous grin, "how are we going to sort ourselves out whilst your gran is away? I bet you've got a string of pretty girls lined up for every night that your gran is away. I promised her that I'd keep an eye on you, so I hope you don't mind an audience while you are fucking!"
Despite himself, Noel blushed.
"Aunty Olwen!" he said in a shocked voice, " gran would have a fit if she heard you saying such things. And anyway," he continued defiantly, "you know that I haven't got a girl friend. I'm really not interested in today's young women. They are so obsessed with triviality. You know I like my women mature, filthy, and with lovely big tits. If they smoke, so much the better. Now, enough talk. I can see that you're desperate to be fucked. Let's get to it, shall we?"
Aunty Olwen looked at him gratefully.
"Yes I want your beautiful cock in me," she admitted, "but first I want a cup of tea. I've been sitting on your doorstep for what feels like hours. I'm bloody parched!"
Olwen opened her voluminous handbag and took out her pink cigar case.
"Go and put the kettle on, young man," she said with a wink. "Ten days together is a long time. You and I need to pace ourselves. By the time Ursula comes home, you are going to have a very sore cock, and my cunt, my arse and my mouth are all going to have been extremely well fucked. I'll be in the sitting room. Milk, no sugar for me. I'm sweet enough already."
Noel stared open mouthed as Olwen sashayed into the front room. Her arse was magnificent, and his cock twitched again as he remembered the number of times they had fucked. Shaking himself back into the present, he hurried off to the kitchen to make the tea. The thought that gran had delivered Aunty Olwen into the house for ten days of sucking and fucking was the best present she could ever have imagined giving him!
Ten minutes later, he was sitting opposite Aunty Olwen in the middle room of the house. He had allowed Aunty Olwen to be mother, and she had poured them both a cup of tea. Now he sat back and looked on as his aunt sipped her tea and smoked her cigar. His cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being, and he wondered how long he'd last when he slid it into her always willing cunt.
"Gran would have a fit if she knew you were smoking in the house," he grinned. "I might have to tell tales on you when she comes back."
Olwen puffed on her cigar and blew a plume of creamy white smoke into the air.
"I imagine that you thought that ten days without my sister fussing over you like a mother hen was a heaven sent opportunity?" she said softly. "I love my sister, of course, but she and I are very different."
Noel nodded in agreement. That much was obvious. Gran didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't swear. Noel couldn't remember his grandfather, but he doubted that gran and her husband had fucked more than was necessary to get her pregnant with Noel's dad.
"I love your attitude to life, Aunty Olwen," he said, putting his empty cup and saucer back on the tray. "You are so different from gran. Tell me, how come two sisters can grow up so differently?"
Olwen puffed on her cigar. She looked thoughtful, and then she began to speak.
"Your grandmother met your grandfather when they were both young teenagers," she said thoughtfully. "They were both members of the same church, and sang in the choir together. It took your grandfather nearly twenty years to propose to Ursula. They were both in their late thirties by then, and when they got married I was her bridesmaid. I had just turned eighteen, and was the black sheep of the family! Incidentally, at the wedding party that night, I lost my virginity and smoked my first cigar!"
Olwen sipped her tea and put her cigar back into her mouth. She drew heavily on it, and exhaled the smoke through her nose. Noel squirmed in his chair, a movement not unnoticed by his great aunt. She smiled to herself, and continued her story.
