Emily arrived at the wedding reception looking very very good for her age, or any age. Her silk wrap dress hugged her voluptuous hourglass figure lovingly, displaying a respectable amount of her rather ample cleavage. Her dress fell just below above her knees, but well below the tops of her stockings. She could still feel her nephew's mouth on the bare skin there as he'd sampled a little taste back at the church. She wondered again who this woman was that was such a wanton.
When her nephew had first come to her room last night she'd only intended to just share a bottle of champagne with him. But that wasn't all they had shared. He seemed to have unlocked some pent up sexuality that she'd never known she had. Her marriage was pretty good. Her husband did travel a lot, but they had a healthy sex life. Even healthier since their kids were both in college now. But it all seemed so bland compared to what she and her nephew, Dominick, had shared last night, and this morning, and back at the empty church.
She could feel the moisture gather between her thighs just thinking of it. She sat there at the reception, eating and laughing with those around her, and all the while she was having lascivious thoughts about her tall, handsome nephew. Her eyes drifted to where he sat at the head table. His thick, dark hair gathered back at the nape of his neck. She longed to loosen the tie and run her fingers through it. Which brought back memories of doing just that, and continuing on to run her hands across his broad shoulders and muscled body. And his butt, Ave Maria, it could have been sculpted in marble. They were a contrast, she was soft and round and fair, he was hard and angular and dark.
As if he felt her, Dom's eyes locked with hers across the room. Dinner was over and the speeches had passed. Dancing was about to start. He couldn't wait for the excuse to hold his sexy Aunt Emily in his arms. He had lusted after her for over a decade. Finally at 25 he had made his move last night and how great the rewards had been. She was even sexier than he imagined, so responsive and sensual. He could feel is cock swelling. Would he ever get enough of her?
The music finally started and he got up from his seat to claim his dance, but by the time he made his way across the room, and through all the family, Aunt Emily was dancing with his Dad (her brother). He sat down with some cousins under the guise of talking, but watching his Aunt sway on the dance floor, tempting him all the while.
Emily had always loved dancing with her brothers. They had all taken Ballroom dance when they were younger and had practiced with each other for years. It all came back when ever they were together.
But, this was the first time that her body had reacted at being so close to him. Antonio held her firmly, mastering the dance steps unconsciously. Their bodies pressed together like lovers. Oh dear, where were these thoughts coming from. As she looked up at him, she saw where Dominick got his good looks and solid build. Tony had always been her protector, and she'd always looked up to him. Now all she could wonder was if he was as gifted a lover as his son. As close as they were, pelvis to pelvis, she sensed the heaviness that lay between his legs. Was he as thick as Dom, she thought as she unconsciously pressed her hips closer. She flushed and looked up into his eyes.
"Are you OK, Em?" Dom smiled. "You look a bit flushed. This is only the first dance and it's going to be a long night…."
Was that a smirk in his eyes? No, he couldn't know. Now she was imagining things. Oh, God, she couldn't even imagine what he would think of her if he knew that she had sex with his son. The guilt started in on her again. What had she been thinking? Sex with her nephew, and now having these thoughts about her own brother.
"I'm just feeling a little warm. Maybe I'll just get a drink. Thanks for the dance." Emily said as she broke away.
"My pleasure, little sister," he whispered in her hear and she could have sworn she felt his lips brush her lobe.
She walked to the bar thinking that she must be turning into a sex fiend.
She ordered a glass of champagne and stepped outside to sip it and cool off.
As she stood at the railing overlooking the garden she felt a strong presence at her back. As hands came up around her waist she jumped to the side. There stood Dominick, his eyes filled with desire.
"DOM!" she whispered sharply, "What are you doing? The whole family is right inside, they can see us. Listen, we have to talk about all this." Emily resolved.
"In the back hall of the Club there's a coat closet. It's not in use and very private, meet me there." He stated and then was gone.
Emily's head was spinning. She had to put a stop to this. It was so wrong. She had to tell him. So she went in search of the coat closet.
The door was clearly marked and she opened it uncertainly, first checking to be sure that no one saw her going in. The coat closet was more like a small room, surrounded by rods filled with empty hangers. Across from the door there was a full length mirror. There were two padded folding chairs sitting on the carpeted floor. As she turned to close the door, Dom came right up behind her, pressing his solid front to her back. She could feel his long, firm cock snuggling right into the crack of her round ass.
"I can't stop thinking about us, how good we are together, how wet your pussy gets for me. Feel how hard my cock is for you." Dominick said as he ground his cock into her.
His hands reached around and cupped her breasts, they seemed to swell to overflow them.
"Oh, Dom, we have to stop this," she moaned. "It's just not right, you're my nephew, this whole thing has my head spinning, it has me thinking all sorts of crazy things…"
"Like what, Auntie?" Dom said as one hand ran down to her thigh and up under her dress.
His big hand found her soft, creamy thigh above her stockings. He traced the garter strap, and continued over to delve between her thighs.
"Ooooooo Dom, no." Emily protested.
"Oh, Auntie Em, yessssss," he hissed, as his hand found her sopping panties and rubbed. "So wet Auntie. What naughty things have you been thinking about?" he continued to rub as he pulled her back against him and turned them both to face the mirror.
Emily could not believe the sight that greeted her. His dark head next to hers, their skin glowing with excitement, their eyes bright with lust. One of his large hands slipped into the "v" of her dress and into her bra, toying with the nipple, the other hand disappearing into the slit in her dress, rubbing her sensitive clit, spreading her juices all around. She was arched slightly back against him.
"You are so hot, Auntie. Look how hot you are, so wet for me. Untie your dress for me Auntie." Dom urged.
Emily's hands went to the tie the held her wrap dress closed. There was something in his voice that went right to her core. That commanding tone that left her no choice but to do as he said.
The edges of her silk dress fell to the sides revealing her pink silk undergarments. Her front closure bra held her large, full breasts lovingly. Her French cut panties were trimmed with lace, as was her matching garter belt.
"Mmmmmm, Auntie, so sexy," he said as he ran his hands over the silk of her lingerie. "No slip?"
"I d d d don't like s s s slips, n n n ever w w w where them…" Emily stammered, unable to take her eyes off the erotic picture they made in the mirror.
"So soft, feel how soft," Dom took her hands and guided them to the cups of her bra, holding them there with his own hands. "Feel how silky the material is…."
After a few moments of squeezing her hands over the cups of her bra, his hands fell to her waist. Emily continued to press her breasts together.
"That's so sexy Auntie, I like watching you. I want you to do something for me." He said as he ran his hands up and down her sides, his voice and touch almost hypnotizing her.
"What?" Emily breathed.
"I'd like to see what you look like in just your bra and garter belt, with your dress hanging open like that. Take off your panties, Emily. I'll even help out." Dom urged as he knelt behind her and began to undo her garters. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin, exposed at the tops of her thighs.
Emily's juices were flowing so much that she could smell them. And the heady scent just added to the eroticism of the moment. When all her garters were undone, Dom reached up and took her hands once again, placing them at the top of her panties.
Emily slowly slid her panties down, bending at the waist until her panties reached her ankles.
