This story is connected to, and subsequent to My Cousin My Keeper Ch. 01. As I tried to craft the second part of the story, I realized that I really didn't like the fact that I had compiled the first part from Elizabeth's point of view and felt somewhat hindered by trying to continue the story from her point of view exclusively. So I decided that for part two I would write from a male, another cousin of Maria, and brother of Elizabeth's point of view. The stories will ideally have some loose connection between the two of them, but will become fully connected with the third part which will be told from Maria's point of view, and involve both of the submissive characters from parts one and two.
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In early April of 2016, shortly before my twenty-fifth birthday, my aunt Anne asked me to stop by her house so she and I could have a quick chat. I wasn't entirely sure what the purpose behind the chat was going to be, but Anne had long been one of my favorite aunts, and was one of the single most attractive women I had ever met so I had no complaints about spending some time with her.
As I drove to Anne's house my mind raced with the possibilities of what she might want to chat with me about, and those thoughts only intensified when I pulled into the driveway and noticed that neither James, nor my cousin Maria's car was present, which was especially unusual given that it was 7:30pm on a weeknight.
Anne opened the door before I could even knock, she stood before me in a beautiful sundress that stopped a few inches above her knees, and which revealed plenty of her toned arms and shoulders. Every single time I saw Anne I couldn't help but check her out, just a quick look starting at her feet, which were always perfectly painted and sculpted, up her legs, to her hour glass waist, to her breasts, her arms, and her eyes.
Anne invited me in, and as she turned around I was given the perfect chance to look at her amazing ass and the backs of her legs.
Anne offered me a glass of wine, and led me to the couch in their sitting room. She was obviously nervous, and I had no idea about what. Trying to break the silence I started with a little bit of casual small talk, "are James and the kids out?" I asked.
"Yes, they, uh, they went to a movie." Anne replied.
"You're always the cool mom, letting the kids go to a movie even with school the next day." I joked and cocked a half smile toward her.
"Well, I wanted them out of the house because I wanted to talk to you without anyone else here, because I think what I want to ask you about is going to be embarrassing." Anne said, while avoiding eye contact.
For several seconds I couldn't come up with a response. When I finally could respond all I could say was "you can ask me anything."
"Dangerous suggestion." Anne said, clearly not wanting to ask the question.
I took Anne's perfectly manicured hand in mine, and felt how soft and perfect her hands felt. "Really, go ahead, I'd hate for them to finish the movie before you can ask your question." I said.
Anne took a deep breath and just started talking "James and I haven't had sex in a year." She said and began to blush "he refuses to go to a doctor about it, and he's shown no interest in me at all. Even when we went on our anniversary cruise in February he didn't touch me the whole two weeks, no matter what I wore, or how I tried to initiate it, he wasn't interested." Anne continued.
I squeezed my aunt's hand having no idea how else to respond, and she continued "I need to get fucked. I'm tired of using my dildos on myself, I need a man inside of me, I need to feel someone unleash a load of cum into me, I need someone to look at me like they want to ravage my body, it's been so long since James has done that, and I just need it so bad." Anne practically cried out at me.
"I can talk to him." I suggested.
Anne had been married to her husband James for twenty-five years. There was a significant age gap between Anne and James; when they married Anne was only twenty, and James had just turned thirty-two. It wasn't all too surprising that James's sexual activity would decline before Anne's would, but to me it was astonishing that anyone wouldn't show an interest in my aunt, I had been masturbating to her for years.
Anne didn't respond to my suggestion of talking to him. Instead, she climbed across the couch toward me and started to kiss me. I let me hands caress her legs as she slid her tongue deep into my mouth, and while our tongues danced, Anne moved my hand up her dress and onto her ass. I grabbed her ass, and as I did she moaned and rocked around so that my hand grazed her wet pussy, and I could tell that Anne had sent everyone away for a reason.
After fifteen minutes of making out, and gently teasing my aunt's pussy she stood up and closed the blinds. She then slid her panties down to her knees and bent over her couch. She never said a word, but I understood exactly what she wanted, I slid my seven inch, and very thick cock into my small aunt, and began to fuck her. With my hands on her hips Anne braced her self on the couch, and told me to go harder. I started thrusting faster and more forcefully into her, and she struggled to stay upright.
"Harder Adam, harder." She screamed out "I need it, I need to be fucked like only a man can."
As the words left her mouth I moved my left hand away from her hips and began slapping her ass. With each slap Anne let out a grunt and a moan and thrust herself onto my cock harder. Finally She had her first orgasm and couldn't stand up anymore.
"Let me suck your cock, I can't take anymore of it yet." Anne said as she slid away from my cock and dropped to her knees.
For ten more minutes Anne sucked my cock, engulfing the whole thing in her mouth. My balls tightened and I grabbed a fist full of her hair and thrust her all the way onto my dick as I shot a huge load of cum down her throat.
When I was finished Anne laid on the carpet and pulled her panties up. "That needs to happen again. I want that load in my pussy next time." Anne told me.
Eventually she returned to the couch, and we made plans to meet next week when everyone was out of the house again.
Over the next two months Anne and I alternated between my house and hers and fucked at least once a week if not more. The Friday night before she and James left on a two week vacation she called me and told me she had an hour free, that Maria had driven her son Nate a campgrounds an hour and a half away and wouldn't be back till later in the evening, and that James was staying late at the office so he wouldn't have to take work on the trip.
I rushed to Anne's house, and as I pulled into the driveway she texted me saying that the door was unlocked and she was in the bedroom. I began to undress as I walked through their house, and went up the stairs. When I walked into the room Anne stood in front of me, totally naked, and fingering herself. When we only had an hour we usually skipped any foreplay, but today I couldn't resist. I shoved Anne against the wall across from her dresser, and began licking her cunt while she propped a leg onto my shoulder. When she was about to cum I stopped, stood up, picked her up, and plunged into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
For thirty minutes we fucked rough and hard, and when I finally came inside of Anne and set her down, she slid down the wall to the floor. A puddle of my cum began to leak out of her, and she quickly grabbed a dirty shirt of her husband's to catch it. When she realized what she had done she giggled and stood up to kiss me.
