(youthful aunt introduces nephew to anal pleasures)
(nephew drops in for a pleasant chat with his favorite aunt and finds that she is wanting a deeper and more penetrating encounter)
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My mom had two sisters, but it was my dad's only sister, Annie, who was far and away my favorite aunt. My dad was the oldest of seven siblings and Annie was the youngest. She was six years old when I was born. My parents named me Timothy Jack in honor of my two grandfathers; it was little Annie who dubbed me TJ; it stuck.
Growing up in the house with six older brothers it was destined that Annie would be a raging tomboy. When I was a youngster it was Annie who taught me to ride a bike, skate, fly a kite, and climb a tree, fish, whistle. and curse. As a teenager she took on the challenge of teaching me to drive. She always treated me more like a little brother than a nephew. Even as a young adult she never seemed to grow weary of having me hanging around. When I was going through puberty I had a tremendous crush on my young attractive aunt.
Annie had attended law school in New York and at the age of twenty-nine, after marriage to a college classmate, that had failed after three years, she returned home to join my dad and two other brothers in the family law practice. I was twenty-three and completing my first year of law school at the state university which was located a couple of hundred miles from my hometown.
When I visited Annie during my time home on breaks, I was pleased to learn that absence from each other had not dampened our close relationship. It was not unusual for me to drop by her townhouse uninvited and unannounced. She had not started dating again since her divorce, and although I went out occasionally, most of my time was devoted to my studies. When I visited, we would talk about the study and practice of law; we might have a couple of beers or a margarita;sometimes we would go out to eat or to a movie. We truly enjoyed each others company.
When I dropped by to see her late last Saturday evening, Annie came to the door wearing a long button-up shirt and a pair of panties. I figured the shirt must have belonged to her ex. I noticed that the top two buttons were unfastened and that she was not wearing a bra. I saw in an instant that she had been drinking much more than what would be normal for her. She wasn't exactly plastered, but she was well on her way.
She gave me a hug, a peck on the cheek and said, "Hey, come on in TJ, I was just having my own private party, enjoying a few margaritas, I just blended a fresh batch. You can party with me."
In an excited voice I said, "Sounds fantastic!"
After pouring the drinks she said, "Let's go into the den where we can get comfortable."
I said, "Comfortable is always good" and followed her through the house. We sat next to each other on a large fluffy sofa. Annie tucked her feet up under her butt and I stretched my legs out and rested my legs on the coffee table, taking care not to knock over the drinks.
With her speech just a bit slurred she said, "So, TJ fill me in on how things are going with you."
I said, "Just enjoying my time away from the books and classes."
She responded, "Yeah, I remember how hectic it was. There was a hell of a lot of pressure with the continuous reading, lectures, writing papers, and of course the exams. I thought the three years of law school would never end. I'm sure you feel the same way."
I said, "My first year seemed like forever, but, like you and dad, I do enjoy the study of law."
Our conversation shifted to family and friends. We told old stories about growing up and had a good laugh about some of the things we had done as children. She had to notice that my gaze would often be fixed on her bare breast peeking out from underneath her shirt instead of on her eyes. I was hoping she was not paying attention to the bulge that was growing inside my pants.
She stood up on slightly wobbly legs and said, "Let's have another round."
I said, "Yeah let's, but I'll fix them this time."
She said, "No, no, you stay right here, and relax, I'll get them."
I asked, "How many have you already had?"
She answered, "I think this is number four, but whose counting?'
"Not me!" I shouted after her.
When Annie returned with the drinks, I saw that the third button on her shirt had been unfastened and that her nipples were hard and erect. As she sat there next to me she would casually place her hand inside of her shirt and rub on a nipple for a few seconds. I kept thinking that the increasingly growing bulge in my pants had to be obvious to her.
I was taken by suprise when she asked, "TJ, are you getting any?"
I repeated her question back to her, "getting any?"
"Pussy, you know, pussy TJ?"
I felt a flash of heat rush into my face and knew I had to be blushing blood red. I responded, "Well, not in a while. Nope, hadn't had any pussy lately."
She asked, "But you do like pussy, right? You're not a virgin? You have had pussy before?"
My initial embarrassment when she had turned the conversation to sex was quickly diminishing. Considering the state of her undress and the explicit questions about sex, I knew this was leading somewhere, and I was very willing to follow wherever it was going.
I said, "Well, I can't say that I have a great deal of experience, but yeah I've had some pussy, and yeah I definetly like pussy. Fact is, I'm crazy about pussy"
She responded, "That's great TJ. I thought so. You didn't mind me asking did you?"
In an attempt at humor, I said, "No, not at all counselor. You can ask this witness anything. Just don't require me to take an oath on any answer I give." My attempt worked because she started laughing and spilt some of her drink down the open front of her shirt. She placed her hand inside her shirt and rubbed the liquid into her tits as if it were a lotion.
She said, "That was funny. I had forgotten about your sarcastic sense of humor. I like it TJ. Turns me on!"
