Aunt Angela Ch 01

Although my story is mostly factual, identities have been altered. I was 18 before the story began and perfectly capable of making my own decisions. For the record, I don't consider myself a writer. I'm a businessman. I don't condone incest or taboo sex. It's simply chapter one. The genesis of how, when, why, and where life took an unexpected turn in the road.

My name is Jack. I was raised in a small rural community in the middle of Florida. Mom and dad were hard working religious people who went to church every Sunday. We were Southern Baptists. As a kid, I was made aware, with no uncertainty that Hell was my destiny, should I fail to abide by the tenets of Christianity. Alcohol was forbidden, smoking tobacco was frowned upon, although dad smoked more than a pack of Camel's every week. Sex before marriage, otherwise referred to as fornication, was a monumental sin, as was adultery. There were plenty of rules but the last two, as I recall, were always the most emphasized.

It was my last year of high school, just before summer break, when a turn of events changed the plans I had, not only my summer job at dad's small welding and repair shop but even more importantly, my education. Aunt Angela, my mom's younger sister, had recently divorced her husband, Uncle Walter, and was moving back home. She bought a small house that sat on a large piece of land outside of town that was part of a big horse farm.

I remember the conversation around the dinner table that evening. The news about Aunt Angela, the revelation of her moving home, the divorce, some vague details of what happened but then the other half of the equation. Aunt Angela was going to need help with restoration of the old house and surrounding property that had been neglected for years by the previous owners and needed a lot of work. I wasn't being asked as much as being volunteered to spend the summer helping my aunt with the task.

Aunt Angela had always been my favorite relative, even though I only got to know her at family gatherings. Uncle Walter was friendly too, but there was a special chemistry between us. My sisters always complained that I always got the best Christmas gifts from Aunt Angela. Early on, she's the one who sat down with me and taught me to play chess when the others were doing puzzles and playing card games, etc. She always made me feel intellectually superior to my sisters and cousins, all girls. I was the only boy on mom's side of the family.

Uncle Walter was a math and science professor at Georgia State University in Atlanta. He was different but nice to me and I liked him. They met at FSU, where Aunt Angela broke with family tradition of attending a small private Christian college where I was enrolled that fall semester. Uncle Walter didn't always join in the celebrations with my aunt. She would always say that his family came first. He came from a well-established family with deep roots in Atlanta. My aunt was so different from Uncle Walter. She was a champion swimmer in college. After graduating from FSU, she married Walter and moved to Atlanta where she became the head coach of the swim team at GSU. He was at least ten years older, and the story goes, they met in her senior year when he was Angela's professor at FSU. They moved to Atlanta the same year.

Mom was close to her sister. They talked on the phone every week. She would say that Aunt Angela was the black sheep of the family, but never in a disparaging way. My aunt was beautiful, athletic, witty and fun. She always dressed like the models on the cover of Vogue, my mother's favorite magazine. I must confess that I would keep older copies hidden in my bedroom closet and pull them out at night. When I reached puberty, or in other words, when I started masturbating, I fantasized about those women.

The cover models and celebrities had nothing on Aunt Angela. She had a body made for sin. Not only gorgeous but Ange had the most amazing breasts. She didn't dress modestly like mom or the women in our church. Not at all, Angela knew she was attractive and didn't hesitate to show off her perfect curves, her small waist, her legs, her tight round ass, and above all else, her beautiful big tits. All noticed and greatly appreciated by young Jack. For whatever reason, when Aunt Angela showed up at our door a few weeks after the news she was coming, I noticed how petite she was. I'm guessing now it's because I'd grown almost four inches in my last year of high school. I was six feet tall, and Angela was barely five feet. The first thing she said was, oh my god, you're so tall now. Standing there in short shorts and halter top, with her familiar big smile.

Lucky me, Aunt Angela was my new boss for the summer. The first thing we all did was drive out to see her house. I drove my dad's pickup truck while mom went with Angela in her new mustang convertible. On the way, dad was giving me the rundown of what he wanted me to accomplish in the next four months. He'd already been there to look around and like he said when we got there, the house was in decent shape, but everything needed painting, inside and out. Dad already mowed the lawn once, but the landscaping was a mess. It needed hedges and plants removed and replaced. The shed needed a new roof. That would be my first experience doing carpentry work.

We all went back to our house for dinner, sitting around the table and talking about the new project. Mom was excited to have her sister back home. They said nothing about Uncle Walter, except that he was leaving Atlanta for a new job, teaching at another university in Chicago. No mention as to why. That's when Aunt Angela brought up the education thing. Mom and Dad were set on me attending Trinity Baptist in Jacksonville, where my sister was in her sophomore year. Two of my cousins had already graduated from Trinity. Other kids from our church were going there too.

Angela was questioning the decision. Trinity was so small, expensive and had little to offer with respect to sports (I was a good athlete) a future in business, etc. Then she made the proposal that if I helped her all summer with the house, she would pay for my full ride at FSU. All four years, no cost to my parents. I remember the look on dad's face, like he just won the lottery, while mom looked like her sister had just betrayed her. There was a lot of heated discussion in our house for the next few days. School wasn't out for summer yet, but I was already busy that weekend at the house with my aunt. She didn't seem to care about the turmoil she'd set in motion over her offer to pay for my education at her alma mater, FSU.

Aunt Angela was anxious to hear all about my thoughts. Was I as keen on going to FSU as she was? She told me how much fun she had, the big campus, meeting so many new friends, the huge athletic program, her sorority experience, on and on as we sat on some old patio furniture outside by the pool. That was the other thing that caught my attention the first time I saw the house. It had a large in-ground pool and diving board on the deep end. Dad was showing me how the pump and filter had to be serviced. During the week, he went with Aunt Angela to buy new equipment to clean and vacuum the pool. He drove me out to the house on Saturday morning and showed me what to do before going back to work.

Aunt Angela was a smoker, like dad only more so. She asked if I smoked and offered me a cigarette. When I said I smoked with the guys at some high school parties, but mom didn't approve when she smelled it on my clothes, she laughed and said, well then you should make sure you don't smell like cigarette smoke when you leave. She offered again and I took one. Another thing, when it was just the two of us, she wanted me to call her Ange, like her friends did. She handed me her lighter and we had our first smoke together.

When she asked if I was a good swimmer, I told her I could swim but never took lessons. That was something she said she would teach me. I knew she was state champion at Florida State and then it became her career at GSU. She said she would show me some pictures when she got all her boxes unpacked. It was my first full day spent working and talking with Ange.

She wasn't spoiled or lazy, Ange was busy all day in the house when I was outside working in the yard, but she loved stopping often for cigarettes and a drink. After coming outside with sandwiches and lemonade for lunch, her afternoon regimen had frequent cigarette breaks and a pitcher of water and ice for me, vodka tonic on ice, with a slice of lime for her. I must have had three cigarettes on the first day. It was a long first day. Ange drove me home after picking up some hamburgers and fries at the MacDonalds' in town. She was amazing.

But then there's the other thing, the chemistry, the way she looked, the way she was with me, the way we hit it off on the first day. I couldn't stop admiring her but not just her gorgeous looks or the way she made me feel important, I was aroused by the way she touched me. It didn't go unnoticed when she would often touch my arm or the back of my shoulder when helping her move boxes around the house. When Ange hugged me before getting into her car to take me home, thanking me for accepting the job. I could still feel the sensation of her breasts pressing against my chest when I lay there in bed that night, thinking about the day. I knew it was wrong to think about her like that.

The disagreement about school between mom and dad wasn't over. It came up again the next day. Ange didn't go to church, but she came over for Sunday dinner, looking gorgeous as ever. Her short haircut with bangs that fell over her eyes until she brushed them to the side, her contagious smile, endless energy, always upbeat. When the topic came up, she acted as though it was a done deal. Dad thought Ange was right, regardless of the fact Ange wanted to pay my way. A few heated arguments later, mom finally relented and gave in to the idea. Ange had contacts at FSU and within a couple of weeks, my parents received a phone call that I was accepted. I didn't swear back then but holy shit, life just took a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. I was blown away.

Ange's pool was back to its original splendor a week later, the tile sparkled after days of scrubbing and getting the chemicals just right. Everyone was invited over the next Sunday afternoon for a swim and barbeque. I'd already gone for a swim earlier that week with Ange after mowing the lawn. It was memorable, my god, I changed into my swim trunks and came upstairs to see Ange in a bikini for the first time ever. As usual, a cigarette in her hand, sitting at the kitchen bar with her usual vodka tonic, her amazing breasts on full display, a big smile on her face when she stood up and asked if I was ready to take our first plunge.

The sun was already going down but we both agreed on a quick swim. Ange dove in first, swimming under water from one end to the other while I stood on the diving board, watching her, waiting for her to surface. She swam like a dolphin. Then standing at the end of the pool, brushing her wet hair back as I made my first dive, coming up for air in front of her, she was clapping like my personal cheerleader. I couldn't take my eyes off her perfect breasts, her wet bikini revealing hard nipples poking through like bullets. I'm sure she felt my eyes all over her. We swam a few laps before getting out and showering and driving me back.

Mom and dad were both onboard with my change of plans by the time we came home from the barbeque that Sunday night. A few weeks later, Ange showed up for my graduation, teasing me the following Monday about the girl that I took to our high school prom. asked out to the prom. Cindy wasn't my girlfriend but the way it happened, she asked me. I grew up in church with her. She was cute but not into going to parties where the guys on my basketball team drank beer and smoked weed. I didn't do drugs, but I always had a few beers and smoked cigarettes. My dad had to know but never said anything when I came home after midnight. Boys need to be boys. He wasn't one to say no to a beer with the men at his shop after work. He had a beer fridge in the back of the shop.

Ange knew all that. She knew that dad would be on her side when she suggested FSU. Dad wasn't always the religious church going family man before dating my mom. Quite the opposite, he was known as the prize bachelor mechanic with the fastest car. He raced every Saturday night at the local dirt track. Truth be told, he probably wouldn't have married when he did except mom got pregnant. She was a nurse and volunteered at the racetrack Saturday nights with the emergency medical team. That all came up during my summer working with Ange. Oh, how things take on a new perspective when the truth is known.

It only got crazier from there. My first swim lesson with Ange. She bought a few new swimsuits for me to get started, explaining that I couldn't swim laps in the baggy swim trunks I was used to wearing. I remember Ange taking them out of the bag when she returned home from shopping that afternoon. Two speedo suits, another pair of swim trunks, a pair of goggles, a pair of flip flops and some summer shorts and T-shirts, all for me. There was another bag with things she bought for herself. She held up one of the speedos and said not to be embarrassed, go put it on and see if it fit okay. She told me the first time watching me swim across the pool that I swam like a farm boy. She was going to teach me the right way, with my head in the water, doing a proper breaststroke the way it's supposed to be done.

Pulling on a skimpy little bikini wasn't familiar to me. When I came out of her bedroom, Ange was sitting there waiting, cigarette in hand, her familiar smile, half grinning. Then her first words, 'WOW, look at you." She must have known what I was thinking because my cock was so obvious. I was fully erect when I felt her eyes locked onto my crotch, totally embarrassed about being so exposed. It wasn't the first time I had a hardon around Ange, but there was no place to hide it now and she knew it. She reveled in it, but then in an instant, told me to relax, I would get used to it. At the same time, she said, my god, you're big. She'd never seen me like that. I was well hung, even for an eighteen-year-old, but nobody had ever said it until Ange did. She was wearing a one-piece suit that hugged her body like a second skin.

Going outside to the pool couldn't happen soon enough. I couldn't wait to dive into the water. Well, that didn't work either. I was experiencing feelings that I'd never had before. Ange joined me in the pool and had me watch her as she pushed off and glided into a smooth crawl, one lap and then another in perfect form. She stopped and had me fit my goggles properly and then had me lie on a float board to stay on the surface while she showed me the proper stroke and kick at the same time. In an instant she was my instructor as the sexual tension melted away.

We had our daily routine down. Working hard during the day starting with coffee at seven in the morning. Dad usually dropped me off on his way to work. Lots of short breaks including lunch during the day. The summer project was coming together so we'd quit by four in the afternoon for a swim, a few lessons and then an early dinner, usually something she made during the day and relaxing outside on her new patio chaise lounge chairs in the evening with drinks, in my case a few beers while she had her usual cocktail and cigarettes.

It wasn't until the fourth of July weekend when Ange decided it was time to have an old girlfriend and her husband over for the evening and asked if I'd stay and join her. I was supposed to be at a youth group fireworks event, but Ange made the case for needing me there as her side kick. She went to FSU with her friend Emma, but they hadn't seen each other in years. She wanted to show off the house but didn't want to do it alone. Emma met her husband there and he'd have a lot to share about the college. It would be a good experience for me. Ange treated me like more of an adult all the time. I agreed to be there. Mom and dad were gone for the weekend, so I had his truck to drive.

I played golf that Saturday afternoon with a friend and got home in time to shower and change into the shorts and shirt Ange bought for me. Her friends were already there when I arrived. I was a little nervous but that quickly went away when Bill, Emma's husband greeted me with a big hello and had just found out I was going to FSU in September. He was so enthusiastic about how I needed to get with the right fraternity, the process, etc. He was a Pike, known as the fraternity with the most influence on campus.

I could see Ange was delighted with the way the evening was going. She had prepared amazing hors d'oeuvres, while Bill and Emma brought two bottles of wine. It was already late when they left but Ange asked me to stay a while longer, she wanted to wind down and have a smoke together. Ange explained how she needed to reconnect. I'd be going to college soon and she wanted to have a few close friends. She thanked me for staying and then went into the house and came back with the second bottle of wine.

I thought about driving home but Ange made it clear there was no way, and besides, my parents weren't home, it was no big deal to sleep over. She said they didn't need to know, let's have our own party and poured our glasses full.

When Ange asked me what I thought about her friend Emma, I told her I could see why they were friends in college. Then she asked if I noticed that Emma had her eyes on me all night. I said no, I just thought she was super friendly. That's when Ange dropped a bombshell, she told me they were outside together having a cigarette when Emma asked if she was having sex with me? Emma said I was a real hunk. I didn't know what to say but at the time, I was feeling good about going to college with Ange's support. She was so damn sexy.

Changing the subject like she always did, Ange decided we needed to go for a swim. It was hot and humid and seemed like a great idea at the time. I didn't know she meant going for a skinny dip. I started to go to the house to change when Ange asked me where I was going. She already had her top off and turned around to have me undo her bra, another thing I'd never done before. She was so giddy, telling me what to do, then turning back around to show me her naked breasts. Oh My God! She reached in to undo my belt and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles while getting out of her skirt and panties, telling me to hurry up, before running and jumping into the pool.

It was dark outside except for the lights inside the house. I was in the pool naked with Ange and hard as a rock. She wasn't trying to be subtle about it. Her hand was firmly wrapped around my cock, her other arm wrapped around my shoulder as she pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. I think she asked me if I was okay, but my heart was beating out of my chest. When she kissed me again, her tongue was in my mouth while her hand was stroking my cock, just as hard as I did when I was jacking off. I'm not sure if it was right then or when we were back inside her bedroom when Ange told me she wanted to be my first.

We were soaking wet, half running across the kitchen floor and down the hallway. I don't know if it could have happened if we weren't stoned but I remember lying back on the bed as Ange straddled me, lifted herself up and guided my hard cock inside her pussy. She was so fucking horny, I don't think the sound of a gun shot could have stopped her from fucking me. When I started to cum, she stayed on top, telling me to cum inside her. It didn't take long. The magnitude of what just happened didn't sink in immediately. Not until maybe a half hour later when she started stroking me again. Ange wasn't finished.