This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew fas they have sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills.
It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone.
Part 6
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Being taught how to kiss was amazing. I had always thought you just pressed your mouths together and that was it. But no, as you demonstrated, there was a whole range of techniques and tricks. Kissing, I realised was whole fucking art form There was tenderness, passion, enthusiasm, creativity and wild abandonment. Our mouths flirted with all of them as our tongues entwined in a lover's embrace. I learnt that kissing fuelled desire, took it onto another level. God if I'd kissed the girls like this I would have either scared them or had them eating out of my hand... or should it be mouth?
I was learning and I loved it, I didn't care that you were my aunt, my mother's sister. Right now you were a woman, the most sexual woman I'd ever imagined. None of the stories I'd read came close, and neither should they. They were filled with women who seemed to look at a man and ended up fucking him. Nothing in between, except of course the blow job, a blow job I thought was on the cards until your soft teasing lips travelled back to mine. The thing was, I wasn't disappointed, how could I be? Maybe if you'd stopped and had second thoughts, maybe if this was all a little too weird. But you hadn't stopped, you left me in suspense, left my hard, rock hard cock twitching with anticipation, waiting to be touched, kissed, licked and sucked into a mouth, your mouth. But if you had, well I would have cum; I don't know if you were ready for that but I didn't want to cum, well I did. Lots in fact, but not yet. I wanted to enjoy what was amazingly happening to me, I wanted this to last, I wanted it all but most of all ... I wanted to be a willing pupil. Anyway, back to kissing, this was even more sexy than the films I'd seen. The DVDs round friends' houses with women with strange tits who after a minute or so were fucking, that wasn't real... this was real and this was more sexy than I could ever imagine.
Oh aunty Cat, hmmm I still struggle with that sometimes but hey. Anyway, your lips against mine, placing little kisses on my mouth, around my lips and seeking out my tongue with yours. Teasing it with just the tip before drawing into your mouth and nibbling the end. The feelings that sent through me! Combined with your hands on the nakedness of my arse, pulling me against you, almost fucking me with the way you ground your glorious body against me. It was amazing, totally amazing how you became almost animalistic. Drawing me into that world of extreme passion.
You then did the best thing you could have. You stopped. I was getting carried away, far too carried away and anymore of our delicious entwining tongues would have sent me over the edge, I was close, no I was very, very close to cumming. You had almost brought me off with kissing alone, was this possible? Is it normal? I buried the worry far to the back of mind reminding myself that this was all new and perhaps in time I could control myself a little better.
Your breathing was almost panting when you said "Do you want to see me naked Matt?" Yet another of those daft fucking questions. Of course I wanted to see you naked, you crazy bitch, I thought, but said.
"Yes, yes please Cat I do... No, I mean yes but...."
"Oh, Matt. Are you OK?" Your worried look was not justified, by that I mean you had nothing to worry about. I realised I might have startled you.
"Yes, it's just. Can I look at you for a moment? Please?" I needed time, I needed to calm down a little and this was the only way I could see of doing that. This way I got to look at you too, not a surreptitious stare but I got to look and admire.
And as you stepped back it was with admiration that I stared at your awesome, well to me at least, body.
I think you realised that, for the look on your face softened again. The sudden trepidation went from your eyes.
Everything from your hair to the way you proudly displayed your tits to me was so fucking sexy. I stared unashamedly, I stared at your nipples, puckered, engorged and desperately inviting attention. Like red acorns sitting atop the coral crinkled islands of your areola and the large, heavy pale skin of each breast. Breaking my stare at your tits I took in your slender neck and gentle lines of your chin, the lips that had until a moment ago been caressing mine with such fervour, then your flushed cheeks, rosy with what I could only imagine was arousal.
And then your eyes, your lovely blue eyes so often soft and playful, motherly and caring. Not now though, oh no, now they were locked, staring at my cock. I squeezed my muscles under my balls making my hard, thick shaft twitch, you didn't see my amused smile as I watched your eyes widen at my little display. I was enjoying every second of this, and as each of those seconds passed my confidence was growing.
I wondered what you were thinking, I certainly realised how surreal our situation was. I was naked in front of my aunt who in turn was half naked in front of me. I had an overwhelming desire for you, yet it was no more than that. I was able to appreciate and understand that I could not tell anyone about us. If you had been a school teacher I would have been tempted to brag about it to my mates, but this was so different. It somehow made it more exciting, the thought that this was our total secret. In future visits or family gatherings we would look at each other and know that we knew the other sexually. That thought sent a delicious thrill coursing through me causing me to make my cock twitch again, causing your eyes to widen again and the very tip of your tongue to touch your top lip.
You broke away from your reverie, taking a deep breath and bringing your attention to my face.
"Do you like what you see Matt? Are you ready for the next step? Do you want to see me naked now?" you whispered.
All I could do was nod and croak "Yes please."
"Come with me then lover boy" your grin was once again playful and your soft words controlled.
I followed you expecting us to go to your bedroom so I was surprised when you walked past the door and into my room. I was puzzled, but the thought of asking why as you closed the door behind us never really entered my head. After all you were in charge and knew what you were doing and what needed to be done when a man and a woman are about to make love. I had no fucking idea.
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We were now clearly so close to consummating our remarkable new, sexual relationship. Or were we? I didn't know. I still wasn't sure just how far we would go. How far we should go? How far I could go? Could I actually let you fuck me? It was an almighty step, an irreversible one, it was just like pregnancy, a woman can't really be a little pregnant, she either is or isn't, just as this we either would fuck or wouldn't. It was an act that could have such enormous, long-lasting and, if anything went wrong, devastating consequences. For Christ' sake if my stuck up prick of a brother-in-law found out, and despite all your heart-felt promises, I couldn't discount that he might, I would be ruined with my family, friends and maybe my daughter.
But we had come this far. You had seen me masturbate; I had made you cum, undressed you and was now in the process of baring myself for you. Was that any different? Yes it was vastly different. Actually, having you inside me, penetrating me and fucking me would be so different that it really was, I thought, chalk and cheese.
I couldn't take you to my bedroom. I couldn't lay on my bed with you. I knew that if I did the later memories of whatever we did on the bed, would be too vivid, the guilt and remorse too much when I lay there on subsequent nights alone. Hence, the spare room.
"Lie on the bed." I ordered, very schoolmistressy. You did. You looked fabulous. I scanned your firm, lithe, youthful body, your not unhandsome face, short hair and colt-like limbs. Your slender thighs and long legs. You're almost hairless chest, flat stomach and the profusion of brown pubic hairs from which exploded the epicentre of my lust; your young, proud, rigid and so appealing, erect cock.
Your confidence had grown. As you lie naked on the bed with me standing alongside it, my trousers open at the zip held up more by willpower than anything else, well also by a little excess on my hips, your gaze roamed unashamedly over my body and, more significantly, you idly stroked your searing erection. I adore seeing men masturbating or touching themselves so, what you were doing was a big turn on for me.
"You look wonderful Matt, I said huskily, sliding my trousers down and letting them fall into a pool of grey material round my feet.
I was now just wearing the, what looked like, 'black and white' striped thong. It was fairly full, probably fuller than ideal at the front and was trimmed with some pretty lace. It fitted me snugly and fully covered my small thatch of tawny pubic hairs that, I suddenly thought with relief, I had trimmed just that morning; a premonition maybe? The waist-band was simply a single strand of black, satin covered elastic, which cut into the spare flesh on my upper hips as it made its journey round my body to meet the back of the sexy garment. That was also made from the 'black and pink' striped material which was really strips of see-through, pink, my flesh, and opaque, black lace net. The back, which eventually becomes the gusset, was a nice size. I'm not keen on those thongs that are just the merest slither of material at the back. Not only are they rather uncomfortable between the bum cheeks and don't cover what they are supposed to between my legs, but also I don't think they are as sexy as ones such as this where there is more material. I find it so sexy where that material flares out from the wisp of a waist band, and circumvents the cheeks of a woman's bum, before plunging deep into that crevice between them to then vanish between her legs cuddling her cheeks and soaking up what may dribble from her simply by wearing such lingerie. And when that material is predominantly black and is contrasting so magically with the creamy flesh of her bum it just increases the sexiness exponentially.
I looked at you, the term 'rabbit in the headlights' came to mind again as you looked without any hesitation right at my pubis. I held my breasts, loving the feeling of my fingers digging into that sensual flesh and your adoring gaze, arrogant bitch as I can be. I turned so you could see me from behind.
"Oh God aunt, Cat, that's fabulous," you groaned as, I saw looking over my shoulder, you started to rub your erection.
Turning to face you again I slid my hands into the front of my panties, I touched my mound, my hairs and the dripping mess at the front of my lips, just where they join up, just where my clit is hidden. That made me jerk, so strong was the surge of sexual electricity.
