My name is Daniel. I was eighteen and a virgin when I and my twin sister were invited to spend the summer with our auntie Liz. Not that I knew it at the time but my sister Tammy was also a virgin, it just wasn't something we ever talked about until we were older.
Our mother brought us up by herself, apparently our father deserted us soon after we were born. We were never told exactly what happened as mum would never talk to us about it so we grew up with a lack of communication skills you might say. Sharing feelings wasn't really done.
It all seemed quite normal to us at the time, it wasn't until we got a lot older that we would learn that our upbringing wasn't exactly the norm. It all seems quite obvious now that that is why we were both rather immature for our age and we were certainly both very naive in many ways.
Auntie Elizabeth is my mothers younger sister by two years. Forty one years of age she was already a widow. Her husband had been a much older man, in fact there was a twenty year difference between them but even so he died young. The one consolation for my aunt is that he left her well taken care of financially.
Although we saw quite a lot of auntie we weren't particularly close. As for her husband I don't remember him at all. He always seemed to be working whenever we visited and I don't recall ever seeing him.
The reason me and Tammy went to stay with our aunt was because our mother had to have an operation and Auntie thought it was her duty to look out for us. Of course most eighteen year-olds would be considered old enough to survive by themselves but we weren't seen as capable by mum. We weren't told at the time what was wrong with mum but found out later that she had a hysterectomy.
We were both made to feel very welcome from the moment we arrived at Auntie's house. Although she wasn't a particularly talkative woman she made us feel at ease just with her relaxed manner.
Tammy and I were what most people would call nerds, in fact we were often referred to as the nerdy twins. Neither of us socialised much, we both preferred our own individual company and were quite happy with our noses buried in a book.
On our first evening at Auntie's Tammy disappeared to her bedroom and although I would have been happy to do the same, thought I should spend a little time with our host and so I joined auntie Liz in the lounge to watch some TV.
"Do you mind if I join you Auntie?" I asked as I walked in.
"No of course not and please call me Liz, auntie makes me feel like an old woman!" she replied indicating that I should sit the other end of the sofa to her.
Liz was a fairly large woman. Above average height she carried quite a bit of weight which included a very large chest. She was an attractive lady, short black curly hair and hazel coloured eye's she had a friendly face and when she spoke her soft husky voice made you immediately warm to her.
In contrast I was very slim at that age and being fairly short for a man made me lacking in confidence. I was soon to learn that I had more going for me than what I thought.
Liz was in to the soaps on TV which really didn't interest me and I was soon thinking of making my excuses to find sanctity in my assigned bedroom. My plan was suddenly put on hold when Auntie swung her legs around and laid one foot on my lap.
"Be a dear and rub my foot for me. I so love it but don't often get the chance. Do you mind?" she asked.
"Err, no," is all I said.
Considering the size of the woman her feet where very dainty and didn't seem to fit which made me notice her hands which also seemed too small. It was then that I noticed something else. With one foot on my lap and the other on the floor her short summer dress had ridden up giving me a glimpse of her knickers.
Doing my best not to stare I couldn't help have the odd peak between my aunties legs. In my innocence I had no real clear idea what lay underneath those pink cotton panties but my curiosity kept me interested.
"That feels so nice Dan, can you do my toes as well!" Auntie said.
Having never massaged feet before I was surprised that I was doing it well. Squeezing and rubbing each toe in turn between thumb and forefinger I found I was quite enjoying the new experience especially with the occasional glimpse of those pink panties.
"Don't forget the other one," Liz said after a few minutes replacing one foot with the other.
Now with the other foot in my lap she had her other leg bent at the knee resting it against the back of the sofa which gave me a clearer view between her heavy thighs. Being careful to only have a quick glance every now and then I was fascinated by the slight indentation in the cotton material.
As I rubbed her right foot the slight motion it caused began to have an effect on my penis. It soon became a little uncomfortable as it strained against it confines and I was worried that Auntie might notice.
"You're very good at that Danny, it feels lovely," she said swapping her feet again.
With the movement of feet on my lap my penis shifted position and to my great embarrassment became more obvious. Auntie didn't show any sign that she had noticed and didn't take her eye's off of the TV.
Another glance between her legs I could see a dark spot that I hadn't noticed before. Thinking at first that perhaps it was a shadow or a trick of the light made me look again and again. In my innocence I had no idea what it meant but the spot was definitely there and if anything was getting slightly bigger.
Now massaging her left foot again she started pushing the heel against my still growing erection. Still Auntie showed no sign that she was paying any attention to what was happening.
Suddenly the foot was pulled from my hands and before I knew what was happening Auntie sat down right next to me. With her shoulder pressed against mine her left hand lifted my t-shirt clear of my shorts.
Without saying a word and still seemingly engrossed in the soap on TV her hand slipped down inside my pants. The palm of her hand slipped down my shaft until her fingers reached my balls.
I had never felt anything like it. No one had ever touched me in this way before and although I couldn't say I'd never pleasured myself before it had been a rare event as it had been drilled in to both me and my sister that it was a sinful act.
It had been months since I had last relieved myself so it was no great surprise to me that after a few more strokes from Aunties palm flat against my shaft that I came. Her small hand wrapped around my shaft and kept pumping until I'd finished shooting my load.
Showing no acknowledgement of what had just happened Auntie pulled her hand from my pants and sat back down at the other end of the sofa. Feeling very embarrassed I didn't want to look up but couldn't help watch as she first sniffed her hand and then licked up my spunk from her wrist and lower arm.
The mess in my pants was starting to soak in to my shorts as my erection slowly shrivelled away. I sat for several minutes wondering what I should do.
"I think I'll go to my room if you don't mind!" I eventually said as I stood up.
"Okay dear, thanks for the company," Liz said as though nothing had happened.
Reaching the top of the stairs I bumped in to Tammy, "Is Auntie down stairs?" she asked.
"Yeah she's in the lounge," I answered trying to hide the wet patch on my shorts with my hand.
"Okay see you later," Tammy said and headed off down the stairs...
A while later after I'd had a shower to clean myself up I went back downstairs to get a drink. Hearing voices I quietly crept towards the open lounge door.
"if it's normal," I heard Tammy say making me wonder what the conversation was about.
"Where do you mean dear?" Liz asked.
"You know, down there!" Tammy said.
"You mean between your legs?" Liz said.
"Yeah I'm worried that something is wrong," Tammy said.
"Did you want me to have a look?" Liz asked.
"It's a bit embarrassing," Tammy said.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, we're both girls after all. Come on perhaps I can put your mind at rest," Liz said.
I edged a little closer to the open door to catch a view of what was going on, hoping by staying in the darkness of the hall way I would be hidden from view. Aunty Liz was sitting where she had been when I left her and my sister was sitting next to her.
