Author's note -- Thanks to Mastered_again for some hints and tips which I tried to implement at the end of this story. However it's been a hard sell to try and change my ways. Check out her stories as she is a far better writer than I.
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She was the best at giving head. My aunt Janelle.... yeh.... aunt. Don't ask me how it started but we've been fucking like bunnies for the last couple of months. She isn't that much older than me, only 4 years. So we felt more like cousins than aunt and nephew growing up. In comparison to myself Janelle was a little more outgoing, getting into things she shouldn't, err trouble usually. Maybe that's the reason she's with Gary. Gary is a good for nothing, useless piece of... err well. Needless to say I don't think much of Gary...fucking junky. So in that respect (or lack thereof) I don't feel guilty about screwing his partner behind his back. I think Janelle is with him because he doesn't conform to your typical, upstanding citizen.
Getting back to Janelle and her ways of getting into trouble, I'll claim to be one of those poor decisions. I may not be a loser like Gary but a blood relative squirting sperm in places it don't belong seems to be right up Janelle's alley...err so to speak. Yeh, I'm not blameless here either. I get up to a bit of mischief but fucking my aunt is probably the limit of my mischievous activities. I think it a bit strange that being sexually involved with her hasn't really changed my friendship with her. Like neither of us feel all lovey dovey but it does irk me that we have to conceal this side of our relationship. I mean it's just fucking right...? We definitely should use a condom but the feel of going bareback screwing one's own aunt just adds to that whole taboo nature which increases pleasure that much more. She wasn't on the pill but shortly after our first time she got the medication. Once that kicked in we'd orgasm together often. One time just after we came, we joked about what our two headed babies might look like, my height, her eyes ...etc....
Tonight we're in the back of my Holden panel van which is parked on the street near a house party. It was decked out nicely for occasions such as this. Panel vans and similarly shaped station wagons were highly prized by young adults in times past. This was because a mattress fit neatly in the back so they became known as 'shaggin wagons'. I had bought the car from an English couple that used it to travel around Australia on their backpacker holiday.
So Janelle was taking my cock in her mouth, all the way to the base. She stayed there for a moment then pulled off. I was long and I was hard and I felt every ripple and subtle slide as she backed off. Her lips left my head with a kiss. She sat back and we both looked at my cock pointing straight up. Yeh, it definitely came out bigger than it went in.
Janelle then started shuffling around and wriggling out of her underwear. Those anal floss type of lingerie's aren't really my thing but I suppose having that bit of cloth rubbing between their arse cheeks makes a girl feel sexy. Having something rub up and down your crack doesn't look comfortable to me so I can't understand how it can be sexy. I think I also like the idea of still having 'something to reveal' as opposed to just letting it all hang out.
With her knickers off she's trying to wriggle forward with her legs apart so she can mount my killer erection in a 'both of us kneeling' type of position. I don't help her at all, hehe, I'm enjoying the show. Panel vans are great for sex (particularly if it has a mattress like mine) but there's not all that much headroom. I'm kinda tall at six feet two inches. Sitting on my feet on the mattress I have to lean back a little because of the low roof. I watch as Janelle struggles to crawl toward me, feet first legs open ready to mount me. Both of us start giggling at how ridiculous it looks but eventually she sits on my lap and grabs my cock directs it into her pussy. It slips in easy. My dick is wet from saliva, her pussy is wet from arousal and smooth around her labia. She still has a Tassie but she shaved down lower, around her labia.
It's quite a sight. We're both leaning back because of the low roof and I have a prime view of where my swollen cock disappears into her pussy. Her movements start off relatively slow making adjustments here and there to get the right angle. When she finds the right angle she starts going for it, thrusting her hips back and forth. Rubbing her pussy into my lap. I feel like there's more friction at the base of my dick than the head. Like her movements are trying to stretch open the mouth of her pussy even more. Yeh, Janelle is not tight. Have I mentioned that? Natural childbirth played a big role in that. So she tells me anyway.
So despite being a relative of mine, in a long term relationship with another man and a mum to his kid, Janelle was all kinds of wrong for me.
"Change...?"
"Yeh"
We move into missionary. Missionary is especially good in my panel van because I like to push from the tailgate with more vigor, more force. Inevitably I start pushing Janelle up the mattress. I end up stretched out and pushing from my tippy toes. I start pounding her fast. She grabs onto me with both arms and legs when she cums. I too can't hold any longer and start cumming at the end of her orgasm. When it subsides I withdraw and we get dressed.
I ask her again if she's thought about leaving Gary.
"Travis, we've fucking talked about this a hundred times. I cannot leave Gary to be with you. We would have to move across the country and live where nobody knows us and that's not going to happen." Yeh, we had talked about it several times. I can't help but feel like I'm being used as a bit on the side. I... we have no future... skulking around like this is as good as it's going to get.
"So does that mean I can still fuck you when I get a girlfriend?" I have no intention of doing that but I want to get a reaction out of Janelle.
"What the fuck are you talking about...? NO" she's exasperated.
"Why not?"
"Because we don't know if the skank will be clean."
"So you're only now worried about std's?"
"Gary and I are clean. That's why I made you go get tested."
"....and Gary is clean because he doesn't get any on the side like you..?"
"Stop being jealous. This conversation is over." Janelle promptly opened the back of the car and hopped out and made her way to the front door of the house party.
Once she enters the house I start for the backyard. Rather than discreetly rejoining the party, Ben my bosses son spotted me and makes a big deal of it "Trav! Where the fuck ya been!" He is well on his way to being an obnoxious drunk. I'd rather he didn't draw attention to me right now. A few nearby people turn heads then go back to their conversations.
"I went for a piss"
"Why din ya go behind the shed then? You shouldn't piss off the neighbours by pissing in their yard, ya pissed cunt. They'll be pissed at ya."
I grin at his play on words. "Look, I just went for a piss, now let's get pissed" and make my way over to the esky for a beer. I was chatting with a group of people when a voice bellows across the backyard "YOU YA DIRTY CUNT!" Everyone turns to see. My eyes widen when I see Gary storming towards me. He pushes one guy out of his way and bumps into a woman who spills her drink on her dress "YOU DIRTY FUCKER! YOU'VE BEEN SCREWING JANELLE HAVEN'T YA!"
In the time it took him to finish striding over to me there were a few gasps, murmurs and even one or two guys laughing incredulously. I even heard the guy who got pushed spitting out some friendly terms of endearment towards Gary. I took a step back with my hands in a defensive gesture.
