Cordelia Gives Niece Her First Love

There'd been rumors about our crazy Aunt Cordelia swirling around the family for years. I'd heard some rumblings from older cousins at family gatherings - hushed tones about what really happens at her country estate. No one would admit anything substantive, and I was left to invent scenarios on my own.

On my 18

th

birthday, my mom said it was my turn to have a "visit" with Aunt Cordelia. From what I could gather, this was the tradition. When a son or daughter came of age, they were shipped off to crazy Aunt Cordelia's for a couple of weeks.

"Mom!" I protested when I heard the news. "I've got plans this summer!"

"Now Katrina," she said sternly. Mom always called me Katrina instead of Kat when she was serious about something, or if I'd gotten in trouble. "This is not up for discussion. You're the oldest of my kids and we will honor the tradition!"

There was no dad in the picture, so I had no one to appeal to. My younger siblings, a boy and two girls, were in no position to back me up, so I was out of options.

On the train ride out into the country, I started imagining what I was about to face. Was she a witch that put spells on her nieces and nephews? Was she an eccentric who would yell and scream at me for two weeks? Was she a recluse who would turn me into a spinster?

Aunt Cordelia had never married, so I assumed all things were possible. I didn't even know her age. For all I knew, she was an old maid that smelled of moth balls.

Boy was I wrong. About everything.

I felt like I was entering another country as we approached the station. I live in the city, and this was as far away and different as you could possibly get.

Rolling green hills surrounded a lush valley, filled with crops I didn't recognize and farm equipment running about doing farm equipment things. Everyone looked very casual and too friendly. Maybe they were all robots, or zombies!

The conductor helped me off the train and I walked into the old-fashioned station looking for my bag.

There was no one else inside except for a woman of undetermined age who was leaning against a sign that read "No Loitering". How ironic.

"Expecting someone?" the woman said.

She was wearing a thick black coat with a hood over her head that hid most of her face.

Her voice was sultry and smooth, like she wasn't really interested in talking to me, but at the same time beckoning me in.

"I, um," I stammered. "I'm waiting for my aunt."

Should I be talking to a strange woman in some random train station far from home? I started to reach for my cell phone when she laughed out loud.

"Ah, Katrina Petrov, it's you!" she said, throwing off the hood and reaching out for me.

"Uh, Aunt Cordelia?" I said, not a little shocked.

One of the reasons for my shock was the face. Aunt Cordelia is stunningly beautiful. Kind blue eyes, long wavy brown hair that falls across her chest, soft facial features and an expression of joy that I didn't match her tone at first.

"Come here and give me a big hug!" Aunt Cordial said as she pulled me in.

I felt the softness of the coat, some kind of fur. And the roundness of her figure. There were large breasts in there somewhere. She smelled of orchids. And her grip was strong. I felt a little suffocated as she pulled me in tight.

"Let me look at you!" she said, finally setting me free but holding me by the shoulders. "You are positively radiant, my child. You have my hair, and I can see your mother in your good looks. And you've filled out so nicely. You should be so happy with such a wonderful pair of breasts to show off!"

"Um, thanks, I guess?" I said. I wasn't used to people talking about my body like that.

And how did she know I'd 'filled out'? As far as I knew, I'd never met this person, though it's possible I just never noticed her at our large family gatherings.

"Come on, let's find your bags," she said, putting an arm around my shoulder and leading me deeper into the station. "I told the baggage handler to take special care of your things."

I'd heard some stories, but Aunt Cordelia was even stranger than I was expecting. But not a witch, or a recluse. I was having a hard time pinning down her age - in her forties, maybe? I knew she was older than my mom, but her face looked younger.

We got my bags and headed for her car - a Porsche convertible no less! She dumped my bag in the backseat and took off her coat, also throwing it in the back. We got in and she immediately put down the top.

As she pulled out, I got a better look at my aunt. Her brown hair flowed off her shoulders and over a sheer white blouse. As we pulled out on the road, the cool wind blew her blouse against her chest, and I would see a lacy bra underneath. It must have been made of thin fabric because I could also see large dark areola and pert nipples. She also wore a short black leather skirt which rode up higher and higher on her thighs as she worked the peddles.

"You like my skirt?" Aunt Cordelia said loudly over the engine noise.

"Oh, sorry!" I said back, averting my eyes to the road. "I mean, yes, it's nice."

We drove the rest of the way without speaking. I thought I caught Aunt Cordelia checking me out a couple of times, but I wasn't sure.

I was expecting her to live in some sort of stone cottage with a thatched roof. Something out of a fairy tale, given her eccentric reputation. Instead of driving up a dirt path, Aunt Cordelia's home stood behind a massive stone wall and iron gate, which rolled back as she pushed a button on the dash.

The driveway wound its way up a small hill, covered in grass, flowers, small ponds and trees - lots of trees. Her house, or more accurately her mansion, stood at the top of a small rise. It had a commanding view on all sides.

We pulled up and she stopped the Porsche in the middle of a stone driveway, beside two massive front doors.

"Come on," she said, grabbing my bag. "Let's get you settled!"

She led me up a grand central staircase to the second floor and down a hallway.

"I'm right here," she said, motioning to some double doors to my right. "And you're here," she said, entering a doorway across the hall.

My bedroom was actually a suite, with a sitting room, a balcony with double French doors, and a bedroom with a huge king size bed.

"Come on down when you're ready," Aunt Cordelia said. "I'll be waiting in the living room."

I had to practically pinch myself to make sure this was real. I put my clothes away and headed back downstairs. I was now very curious about my aunt, this place, and why I was here.

"Thanks for having me, Aunt Cordelia," I said as I entered the huge living room, complete with a stone fireplace that was easily twenty feet tall.

"Please call me Delia," she said, motioning for me to sit.

"Okay, Delia," I said, taking a seat.

"Let's set a few ground rules for your visit," Delia said, putting her hand on my knee.

Okay, here it comes

, I thought.

"The rule is there are no rules!" she said, laughing loudly.

"Say what?" I said.

"Listen, Katrina..."

"Kat, please," I said.

"Kat. That's nice. Anyway, this is a time for you to explore yourself. To learn new things and have new experiences. I promise you will leave here a changed woman!"

"Okay," I said slowly, trying to make sense of her words.

"Oh, and one other thing. What happens at Aunt Delia's, stays at Aunt Delia's. Okay?"

"Uh, sure," I said, more confused than ever.

"Great!" Delia said, patting my knee. "Now you go exploring - anywhere. We'll find each other later, okay?"

With that, Delia stood and went upstairs.

I poked around the bottom floor for a while. There were lots of rooms. After a bit, I decided I'd head up to my room and take a nap after the long train ride. But as I got to the top of the stairs I heard a woman's voice moaning.

Even though I'm a virgin, I'm no prude. I know what sex sounds like. Someone was having it in Aunt Delia's room! The door was cracked open just a bit. Curiosity got the better of me and I peeked in.

Her room was much bigger than mine, with a stone fireplace and a sunken living room. The sound was coming from across the way, in the bedroom. I crept in quietly, staying low behind the furniture.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I heard. "That's right. Oh, yes!"

Had someone come in and I didn't notice? I got to the bedroom door and peeked around the doorway. Inside, on the bed, was a totally naked Aunt Delia, her knees up, legs apart, and her hands rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy.

I almost cried out in shock but managed to hold my tongue.

Part of my shock was seeing my aunt's naked body. Her brown hair lay across two lovely and ample breasts. Her dark areola and nipples shook as she masturbated. Despite whatever age she was, Aunt Delia had a killer body. Her mound was shaved and her pussy red and swollen. I could even smell a faint odor, perhaps her womanly scent?

I was instantly aroused and felt an itchy feeling in my crotch. I fondled one of my boobs and squeezed a nipple. I put a hand down my knit pants and under the waistband of my panties to finger myself.

"Ah, um, ah, oh!" Aunt Delia moaned, her fingers going faster and her hips moving up and down.

I was very wet, and my finger slipped into my pussy, and I spread juice on my own swollen clit.

I could feel an orgasm building. I wasn't sure why my own aunt was turning me on so much, but in that moment I didn't care. What put me over the top wasn't the site of her reaching a climax, but what she said as she went over the top.

"Oh yes, Kat. Oh, lick me. You're making me cum! Oh Kat! AHHHHHH!"

She was fantasizing about me! I suddenly felt like something was bursting inside me. There was a tension and then a huge release as I came. I tried hard not to cry out and managed at least to muffle my voice.

It wasn't enough.

I looked up and saw Aunt Delia looking right at me.

She continued to slowly rub her pussy as she said, "Come on in, Kat. Please!"

I pulled my hand out of my panties and walked in. Aunt Delia was even more beautiful close up. She made no effort to cover up her nakedness as I approached.

"Come sit," she said, using a free hand to pat the bed. "Did you like what you saw?" she said.

"You know I did," I said. "Were you, um, were you thinking about me?"

Aunt Delia smiled broadly. "I sure was, Kat. I was fantasizing that you had your face buried in between my legs and you were licking my pussy. It was amazing!"

"But, um, you're my aunt. Is that right to think that way?"

Aunt Delia smiled again. "And what's wrong with someone appreciating a thing of beauty such as yourself?"

"Me, a thing of beauty?" I said.

"Oh yes," Aunt Delia said, removing her hand from her pussy. "I'm sure my fantasy doesn't compare at all with real life, though."

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Aunt Delia asked.

"You mean, been intimate? Had sex with a girl? No, I haven't. I haven't actually had sex with anyone."

Aunt Delia's eyebrows rose slightly. "Ah," she said softly. "Have you ever thought about it?"

"Maybe," I said. "I mean, yes. Yes, I've thought about it."

"What's stopped you?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "To be honest, I guess I'm scared I don't know what I'm doing."

"I see," she said. "And what if there was someone who could show you how?"

"Well," I said. "I don't know."

"Someone who loves you and would carefully introduce you to the wonderful feelings of lesbian love?"

"And would that someone be you?" I asked.

"It would," Aunt Delia said with a smile.

"But you're my aunt," I said. "Isn't that, um, incest?"

"Technically it is," she said. "But like I said, what happens here, stays here. Right now, we're just two adult women turned on by each other. What's wrong with that?"

"I don't know," I said. "I need to think about it, okay?"

"Of course, dear," Aunt Delia said. "Take all the time you need."

With that, she got up off the bed and slowly dressed, right in front of me.

I left the room and went back to mine. My mind was reeling. I'd just witnessed my own aunt masturbating about me and then basically propositioning me into making love with her. I laid down and closed my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep because I dreamed that Aunt Delia had come into my room and stripped in front of me. I beckoned her onto my bed. I was already naked, and my pussy was dripping with juice. My body then floated up in the air and as I spread my legs, my pussy touched Aunt Delia's mouth and I instantly came, squirting juice all over the place.

I woke up and found my hand back in my panties. My knit pants were soaked. Had I just had an orgasmic dream? I didn't know that was even possible.

I looked around, embarrassed and wondering if I'd cried out or anything. I opened the door and looked around. No one was there.

I changed into a dress and ventured back into the hallway. I heard humming downstairs. It was Aunt Delia in the kitchen. The smells that came up the stairs were wonderful. When I popped my head into the kitchen I could see steaming pots and pans and heard sizzling on the stove.

"Oh, you're up!" Aunt Delia said, acting as if nothing had happened earlier. "I'm making dinner. Want to set the table? The silverware is in that drawer," she said, indicating a set of drawers on one side of the kitchen.

I brought placemats and silverware into the dining room. The table was big enough to seat twenty people easily with an enormous crystal chandelier perched above. I set a place at one end and another next to it.

Aunt Delia followed me with plates bursting with delicious smelling food. I was suddenly very hungry and dove right in.

"How was your nap?" Aunt Delia said after taking a sip of wine.

I practically choked on some mashed potatoes. "Um, good. It was good."

"Mm," Aunt Delia said, taking another sip and eyeing me suspiciously. "Have you thought any more about our conversation?"

The truth is, I'd not only thought about it, but dreamed about it!

I stared back at her, fighting within myself. Part of me realized what I was fantasizing about was wrong in the eyes of a lot of people. But another part was intrigued. I was a virgin. I'd never had sex with a guy or girl. But I was sexually curious, now more than ever. Maybe Aunt Delia was right. Maybe a safe environment like with my aunt was where I could learn and explore my sexuality. It was something she had said when I arrived, I just had no idea what that might entail.

"I guess I need to admit something," I said finally, breaking out of my thoughts.

"You can say anything to me, Kat," Aunt Delia said, putting her hand on my knee. "Anything."

I swallowed hard. "My nap was more than good. I had, um, a dream, about you."

"You did?" Aunt Delia said, one eyebrow raised.

"I did. In it, you came into my room and slowly stripped in front of me. I was already naked and as you came up on the bed my body started rising up in the air. I opened my legs and you put your mouth on my pussy - causing me to come instantly."

Aunt Delia was silent for a moment before a sly smile broke out on her face. "And did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Come. In reality."

I nodded. "I didn't think was possible, but when I woke up, my hand was on my pussy and my pants were soaking wet with juice."

"So, it was a pleasant dream," Aunt Delia said, slowly caressing my knee and upper thigh.

"Very," I said, not breaking eye contact. "In fact, thinking about it is getting me aroused right now!"

Aunt Delia kept caressing me, studying my face with her lovely blue eyes. "Me too," she said.

"So, what should I do about that?" I asked.

"Perhaps the question is, what should

we

do about it," Aunt Delia said, scooting closer to me. "And I think I know the answer."

She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. As she lingered, I felt the softness of her lips press against mine. I smelled the wine on her breath and experienced the thrill of my first womanly kiss.

"Oh my!" I said as she leaned back.

"Did you like that?" Aunt Delia asked.

I touched my lips, feeling tingles running down from my mouth to my pussy. "Yes," I managed to say. "That was nice."

"Want to do it again?" she asked, leaning over towards me.

I responded by leaning into her. Our lips met again, and I pressed into her as more pleasureful feelings started shooting through me. I felt her tongue touch my lips and I opened my mouth slightly. As her tongue entered me, I tasted wine and a sweetness. As her tongue rolled across mine the thrilling feelings increased greatly.

"Mm," I moaned as she explored my mouth.

When Aunt Delia broke off, she moved to my neck, which she kissed and licked, her hands holding my neck and pulling me closer, then roaming across my shoulders and down my sides.

"Oh, mm, oh," I moaned as feeling after feeling grew in me.

When her hands moved across my breasts, I felt my nipples grow hard. I scooted towards her and wrapped my hands around her waist, moving down to cup her ass cheeks.

"Ooh! I like that!" she said.

Aunt Delia came back up to kiss and tongue me, her hands cupping my breasts, pushing in with her palms and squeezing. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and felt her dress ride up, so my hands ended up on her satin panties.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it. I then did the same to her tongue.

I ventured a hand to her voluptuous breasts, and she moaned softly. She brought both of my hands to her bosom and pressed in. I started squeezing and felt her nipples harden as well.

As we kissed, Aunt Delia played with my hair and brushed the back of her hand along my cheek. She went back to my breasts and when she squeezed my nipples between her fingers I gasped.

"Oh fuck!" I said, breaking off. "How does that feel so good?"

"Oh, that's just the beginning," Aunt Delia said. "I suggest maybe we postpone dinner and have something else to eat instead. Our pussies!"

I was starting to feel less like I was with an aunt than with a loving older woman.

"I think I'm ready for that," I said, kissing her lips.

We got up and she held my hand as we walked up the stairs and into her suite. The room was lit by candles that I had not noticed before. It smelled of roses and the flickering light cast a romantic glow over the whole space.

She led me into her bedroom, also lit only by candlelight. She gently pushed me down, so I was sitting on the side of her bed. She bent down and sent her tongue into my mouth. Her hands caressed my legs, and I squeezed her nipples through her bra.

"Mm, so good!" she said.

As we made out again, I felt her hand slip between my legs and touch my crotch. A feeling of intense pleasure shot up from my pussy and my hips began to move up and down slightly. She became bolder and turned her fingers down, running them up my slit. My hips moved up in response.

"You're so wet, Katrina," she said as she nuzzled my neck.

"I am?" I said.

"It shows how much you want me."

"I do," I said, looking into her eyes. "I do want you Aunt Delia."

"I think you should just call me Delia from now on, Kat. I may be your aunt, but right now I am your first lover, and that's all that's important."

"Okay, Delia," I said.

"I think it's time we took this off," Delia said, tugging at the hem of my dress. It was very short, so I just lifted my hips off the bed and raised my arms. She easily lifted it off my head.

I reflexively covered my breasts with my hands.

"No need to hide, Kat," Delia said, pulling down my arms. "You are so beautiful!"

I let her move my arms away. She gently massaged my breasts over my bra. It felt so good. My nipples were pushing out against the fabric and wherever she touched them they felt so sensitive and wonderful.