To pick up where I left off, my aunt and I saw that my cousin’s friend had seen us fuck. She wasn’t frozen in dealing with him. My aunt covered her genitalia with her hands, grabbed a towel and slapped him across the face.
“How dare you spy you peeping tom!” She snapped at him viciously, his only reply being a frozen blush of terror and embarrassment intermixed.
“You better get out of here, and if I hear you say one word of this, I will snap every bone in your body, and I’ll then tell your mother about your wandering eyes. We both know her, and I bet she won’t take kindly to your perversion! Well? Get out of here!” my aunt scowled.
The boy took off like the wind.
My aunt, still holding her towel over her torso, returned to the bathroom, where I had stood the entire time, covering my penis with my hands as though that mitigated our fuck, stood before me and told me not to worry about it. I was willing to take her word on it, and she told me to get dressed for dinner, since she had to shower. As I left, she grabbed my ass, gave it a nice squeeze, and said to me, with a smile, “Don’t forget that I’ve gotta have my fun, like you just did, this week too.”
I smiled, in just pure emptiness, still in awe over the course of events that had left me no longer a virgin, still pulsating with pleasure after my orgasm and still with Goosebumps all over from one startling occurrence after another.
Dinner was uneventful, except that, with my dessert at the restaurant (my aunt doesn’t cook), my aunt requested a taste. I offered her my plate, but I saw that that was not what she wanted. So, I took a spoonful of the chocolate, and offered it to her, at which point she took the whole spoonful in her mouth, me still holding the spoon, and slowly pulled off the spoon, licking it, and then her lips while looking at me the entire time. I smiled with mixed amazement, profound reverence for my aunt, and incredible horniness.
I jacked off that night in bed before going to sleep, reflecting upon the day’s events.
The next day was substantially MORE eventful than the last. We all went to the beach until about 2:30, and then returned to read indoors and get out of the nasty skies and humidity. Ten minutes after we returned, my aunt got a phone call.
“Speaking...” my aunt said, and only seconds later, had her jaw drop and cheeks turn pale as a sheet. “Okay, okay, now?, I can do that, hmmmm, alright, we’ll be right over.”
“Honey, we’ve gotta go over to someone’s house now- I’ll explain on the way” my aunt told me, putting a shawl over her bottoms, still wearing her two-piece U.S.A flag bikini. I was wearing a white t-shirt and my red swimming suit, what we had both worn to the beach, and we left.
On the way, my aunt explained to me the story of the phone call. “That boy, your cousin’s friend, is actually a cousin of yours. You see, on your mother and my side of the family, our Uncle married a gypsy, and was ostracized by the whole family. Well, he had a house down here just like his brother; your grandfather did in close proximity to one another, kept in the family from even further back. Well, the only daughter of my uncle, Loretta, and a childhood friend of mine when your mother and I were at this house as kids, had a child of her own, out of wedlock, and that is my son’s friend. The woman is, by relation, my cousin, and your cousin once removed. So, she wants to speak with us. Neither your mother nor I have actually seen her since we were children, because the gypsy blood, we assume, made her quite impetuous and inclined to indulge in certain drugs. She was, and naturally is, 5 years my younger, and to be perfectly honest with you, I sincerely doubt she knew that her son was hanging out with my own- I had no such idea myself since they had just met at the park last summer, and weren’t terribly close. Though make no mistake of it- we are not on sour terms, and have shared the occasional phone call.”
With those words, we reached a house, weather worn and unpainted, but roughly the same style and size as my aunt’s. We knocked, and found that the door was open, so she let herself in, and I followed. We found my newly discovered cousin, Loretta, sitting in a chair in the sitting room just inside the house. I was surprised to see that the room was relatively well-kept and there was nothing explicit or indigent about it- the woman may have had a wild youth but wasn’t a poor mother.
Physically, my cousin was a distinct creature, and very different from my mother and aunt. She was only 35, and looked no older than 25. She was tall, around 5’10, with long, thick, full, silky, and black hair, and dark inset eyes. Her complexion was perfectly clean, and she had slightly tan skin. She had sizeable breasts, not quite as large as my aunt’s, who was a tighter figure, but a very full b, which was incredible with her legs that were at least a mile long. She was wearing a white tube top, which had two nipple marks without a bra, and which was high enough to show her belly-button ring and perfectly flat stomach. She was also wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts that made their way half-way down her thighs, and a pair of flip-flops. My eyes were in heaven.
“So glad to see you Maggie!” Loretta said enthusiastically.
“I return that sentiment but I’d like to know what brought us here after so long.” My aunt said, not with any kind of dislike, but warmth.
“You always were matter-of-fact, even if you were the liberalist one of the family,” retorted my cousin with a coy smile.
“I presume that you knew of my nephew’s presence and requested his attendance at this reunion because you heard some things from your son?” asked my aunt, “And, I will say that it is nice to see that you are well.”
My cousin smiled and responded, “Thank you, and yes, indeed that is the case. From what I hear, this boy had his virginity lost in that very bathroom. I am not mistaken, am I?” she asked me, with those black eyes that pierct my very resistance. Though, I still managed to look at my aunt, who nodded to me to imply that I should respond.
“Yes ma’am.”
