When I was dating my husband, my younger sister would always flirt and tease him whenever he was at the house. She was young and it was obvious she had a crush on him.
The teasing intensified over time, and I began to have suspicions about the two of them. I never said anything, as I did not want to appear jealous. Besides, I loved my baby sister, and I didn't want anything to come between us.
Several years later, during a heated argument, my husband confessed that he had sex with my sister. He insisted it was only once. I didn't believe him, as there were many times when things didn't add up and I had just looked the other way. I let it go as no good would come from calling everyone out. Besides, I was no angel myself. However, I never forgot.
I later discovered that he was having an ongoing relationship with my sister that had spanned decades. My sister had married for money, and her husband was a jerk, so apparently she found comfort with my husband. Again, I kept my findings to myself and pretended all was well, even though I was deeply hurt.
I had cheated on my husband many times, so I suppose this was karma coming back to bite me in the ass.
Over the years, I maintained my close relationship with my sister, despite what I knew.
My nephew, James, is my sister's oldest son. I have always been very close to James. As a child, he often stayed with my husband and me when his parents went on vacation.
One day, my sister called me and asked if James could spend a week at our place. James had enrolled in a pre-college course, and it was being offered at an off-site location not far from our place. James' education was very important to my sister.
Since James did not have access to a car, the commute would be very long, so it made sense to stay at our place for the week.
I've always had a soft spot for James. He is always welcome in our home.
I had not seen James in over a year. He had just turned eighteen and, since I last saw him, had grown into a tall, good-looking young man. Like myself at his age, he was on the shy and quiet side.
On the day James arrived, I was wearing a short denim skirt and a light summer top. Nothing too sexy, just normal summer wear for me.
Throughout the day, I couldn't help but notice how James was always watching me. I caught him trying to peak down my top and checking me out in general. He seemed to be fixated on my tanned legs. I dismissed it as I recalled all the boys I had known at his age were constantly thinking about sex. Actually, they all had sex on the brain at that age.
That evening, James and I settled down on the couch to watch some Netflix. At dinner, I had consumed more than my regular allotment of wine, and I was feeling a bit flirtatious. My husband retreated into his office to do some work. We were watching a show called Shameless. During the episode, there was a considerable amount of nudity and sex.
I asked James about any girlfriends, and he timidly said he didn't have one. I playfully made a comment about the main character in the show having great tits. I was teasing him and wanted to see his reaction.
James turned beet red with embarrassment. I guess he wasn't expecting his Aunt April to make a sexual comment. He just moaned.
I noticed that James was fidgeting. After a couple of discreet glances, I could see he was struggling with a hard-on. He was wearing shorts, so he was having trouble hiding it.
That's when I changed positions on the couch and flung my long, tanned legs onto his lap. They landed right on his hard-on. I wasn't aiming for it, but that's just where they landed.
"James, can you please rub my feet?" I said.
James completely froze. "Go on, don't be shy... Auntie April loves having her feet massaged. "
James complied and slowly began to rub them. I could feel his cock growing under the heels of my feet. James was slowly trying to move my feet off of his swollen groin, but I was having no part of it. The more he tried, the more pressure I applied to his now well-outlined cock.
I knew I was behaving badly. I shouldn't have been tormenting the poor boy, but I just couldn't help myself. I was enjoying his company and was having fun.
James was getting terribly uncomfortable now. I could see him looking at my legs more than the TV. His breathing was starting to speed up. As I sat there with my legs up, my skirt began riding up, exposing pretty much all of my legs. I bent one of my legs up so he could get a nice full view of the entire length of my legs. In doing so, I even parted my legs slightly, just enough so he could see my panties. Oh, were they getting moist?
James was extremely uncomfortable now. His cock was tenting his shorts, and he had no way of hiding it. I began to playfully wiggle my feet, rubbing his crotch in the process. I think he was doing everything in his power to not ejaculate. Naughty thoughts were going through my head. Did he really like my legs that much? Hmm, should I restrain and behave myself?
I lowered my leg back down onto his lap and knocked his swollen tent. "Oh my, what is that? You like this show, don't you? " I said.
Just then, the show ended, and James quickly got up and almost ran up to his room. I knew exactly what he was running up to do.
I turned off the TV and headed up to my bedroom. As soon as I got into bed, I heard a woman's voice and the bed headboard bouncing off the wall.
Oh wow, James was masturbating to pornography on his laptop!
What James didn't know was that my bed and the guest bedroom bed shared the same thin wall. Yes, our beds were back to back, and the thin wall separating the beds provided no privacy at all.
As I lay in bed, I could hear every moan and grunt James made. I found it so arousing and, after tormenting him all evening, I couldn't help but touch myself also. It wasn't long before I heard James grunt and moan as he ejaculated. After a brief pause, I heard him jerking off again.
How hot was this? It felt like I was on the bed next to him as we both masturbated... side by side. I had an extraordinary orgasm as I lay there in silence listening. I was cautious to not make a sound, as I didn't want him to hear me... well, not just yet.
It was about an hour before my husband came up to bed. During that time, I heard James jack off three times, to my two. We were both totally aroused.
As soon as my husband came to bed, I ordered him to give me oral. I knew James had overheard me as his room went silent. I was so horny that I loudly orgasmed as my husband complied.
I then mounted my husband and went absolutely wild on his cock. I rode him like I hadn't in years. Not only was the headboard banging against the wall, but the bed was bouncing as I thrust myself onto his cock. My husband had no clue what had gotten into me. He was oblivious to the thin walls. We both orgasmed at the same time and were both rather loud.
James heard an earful for sure. My husband passed out, and as I lay in bed, I heard the guest room headboard lightly rattling against the wall again. Oh wow, is he jerking off again?
