I awoke in darkness, still a bit tired. Though the curtains on the window were mostly drawn, there was a tiny part that I could see outside with. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon. I glanced to the alarm clock on the bedside table to my left, seeing that it was almost seven in the morning. Glancing to my left, my naked aunt was sleeping soundly.
I grabbed my smart phone from the bedside table and turned on my home screen to see that today was Friday. When you're on summer vacation, it's easy for you to lose track of what day it is, especially when you're not working. I'd been spending the past few days having great sex with my Aunt Winnifred.
We'd been staying at the Hilton since Sunday afternoon, and, for the past few five days, we'd been fucking like rabbits. Sunday, we had so much sex that we spent Monday resting and lounging around the suite. Tuesday, Aunt Winnie treated us to a day at the spa, getting deep tissue massages and other therapeutic treatments. Wednesday, we played mini golf at the hotel's golf course, went walking around downtown, and ended the night making love in the hotel swimming pool. Thursday, Aunt Winnie took me out on a shopping spree, buying new clothes for the both of us, which landed me a quick blowjob in the dressing room of each store where we shopped.
By the time we got back to the hotel, I was itching to get out of my clothes. We then spent all of last night making love in every room of our suite. I almost felt bad for the housekeeping staff, which would have to clean up our love stains.
I gazed over at my still-sleeping lover. My morning wood was throbbing with desire, despite the reaming I had given her the previous night. I was torn between going back to sleep, and maybe going outside to watch television in order to take my mind off of sex. Just before I could make a decision, Aunt Winnie's phone went off. She grumbled as she grabbed it off of her nightstand and answered the call.
"Hello?" Aunt Winnie answered. "What? Hello, dear. I...What? What's that?"
She sat up in bed, causing her bare torso to emerge from underneath the covers. I stared at her now-visible tits, with their beautiful, round, brown, half-dollar sized areolas and their hard chocolate nipples. I so wanted to grab those taut, DD sized flesh melons, but Aunt Winnie looked a bit alarmed right now.
"Okay, okay, just calm down," she said. "Just come over and crash here for a few days. Okay? Okay, bye."
She shut the phone off, put it back on the nightstand, and gave a loud yawn. She looked over to her left, surprised to see me awake. Even with her tousled nest of brown hair, she looked amazing.
"Oh!" Aunt Winnie exclaimed. "How long have you been up?"
"For a while," I answered. "Everything okay?"
"It was your cousin Corrie on the phone; she's having a bit of a rough time right now. I told her to come over and crash at my place until she feels better."
Corrie was the daughter of my Uncle Robert, who was brother to my mom and Aunt Winnie. Ever since we were kids, she was always a very bookish and sensitive child. My mom always blamed it on her parents, who sheltered her a lot and home-schooled her until she was 18.
"Well, that's nice of you to take her in." I reached over and grabbed one of Aunt Winnie's breasts. "Since you're awake, why don't you take me in for a little bit?"
"I'm still tired from last night, Sammy," she said, taking my hand off her chest. "I'm going to get some more sleep; we have to be up at 9 so we can get packed and grab some food before we check out at 11. We'll play when we get home, hopefully before your cousin gets here."
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and went back to sleep. Still very much horny, I quietly exited the bedroom with my laptop and headphones, went into the guest bathroom, and stroked off to some MILF porn. After satisfying myself, I climbed back into bed with Aunt Winnie and fell back asleep.
Just as she said, we awoke at 9 AM, showered, dressed, and packed. We then enjoyed a breakfast that was brought to our room by room service. We then went downstairs and checked out of the hotel, giving our keys to the cheery female concierge.
"And did you and your son enjoy your stay, Ms. Larski?" the concierge asked.
"He's not my son," smiled Aunt Winnie as she signed a form. "This is my lover. We're about to go home so I can ride his baloney pony."
The receptionist and I blushed furiously as we were completely dumbfounded by her statement. Aunt Winnie took my hand and we quickly exited the hotel. The valet brought the car around, and after I loaded our bags, we drove home. The drive home was mostly quiet, aside the occasional remarks on the weather and the scenery. We both knew that one choice word would be enough to send us into a fit of mad arousal.
After parking her car in the garage, Aunt Winnie and I grabbed our luggage and walked into the house. We stopped to marvel at how clean the pool and back porch were. Walking outside, we saw no trace of the litter that had made it previously made it impossible to walk on the porch, and the pool water was pristine and inviting.
"Well," I said, taking off my shirt. "What do you say that you and I take a dip in the pool?"
"Nuh-uh," Aunt Winnie said. "Shirt back on, mister."
"Aw, come on, Aunt Winnie. Let's fool around for a bit!" I started pawing after her, but she resisted.
"Nooo, stop that! Corrie's going to be here any minute, so I'd prefer not to be caught in flagrante delicto."
"Awww, man."
We resigned ourselves to sitting in the den and watching television while waiting for Corrie to arrive. As much as I hated to admit it, Aunt Winnie was right to stop me; I was sitting in the armchair while she lounged on the couch, knowing that I'd be trying force myself on her if I sat next to her. It was an hour or two before we heard the doorbell ring. Aunt Winnie got up from her seat to greet my cousin. I turned my head as I heard the two of them walked into the living room a few seconds later.
"As you can see, Sammy," Aunt Winnie said. "Your cousin is here!'
"Hey, Corrie," I said cheerily.
"Hey, Samuel," she mumbled.
My cousin Corrie was a meek girl with straight, shoulder-length brown hair. She had fine, porcelain skin that let everyone know that the sun was not her friend. Despite being pale, she had naturally, dark pink lips and a very pretty face. She wore a black t-shirt and a long denim skirt. Despite looking very pretty, she looked very sad.
For as long as I had known her, she was a very shy person. Eight years older than I was, she was the only child of my Uncle Robert. I remember days where my cousins and siblings and I would play outside at family gatherings, enjoying games of Hide-and-Seek and Red Rover, and she'd be in the house reading books. Back then, she could name the kings of England by heart, but wasn't allowed to eat ice cream. I wasn't at all surprised that she looked depressed.
After making some sandwiches for lunch, we sat around the kitchen table to eat and talk. Corrie had just gotten her doctorate in Microbiology, which came as no surprise to me; she always did well in schools. Whenever my siblings or I did badly on a report card, our parents always used her as an example of how we should be doing.
However, her schooling was not the reason she had called Aunt Winnie in distress. Apparently, she'd moved to a new city, gotten a new job, and was making great money, but...
"I've just been so lonely!" Corrie wept, her tears rolling down her face and onto her plate.
Aunt Winnie got up and took her into her arms, trying to console her. "Shhh, it's alright!"
"No, it's not!" Corrie bawled. "I'm 26, and my parents keep pressuring me to get married and start having kids, but it's not easy! "
"Yeah, Robert is an asshole," Aunt Winnie growled. "He and your mother need to mind their business and let you live your life." She kissed Corrie on the forehead.
