All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old
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Sally Martin and her 18-year old faux nephew culminated their latest copulation in the nick of time, as it were. They walked out the front door of the Martin house, intent on heading to Derek Holmes' true aunt's house across the street, when said aunt, Keanna Harris, strolled up the driveway to find out if her neighbor and nephew were ready to go out for pizza. The trio met on the walkway under the kitchen window.
Keanna took in, at a glance, the flushed glow in Sally's face, the slightly disheveled skew of her button-front blouse's placket at the waistline of her sky-blue pleated cotton skirt, and the noticeable bulge behind the polyester crotch of her nephew's black Puma track pants. Keanna grinned slyly and asked about the boxes in Sally's attic. "So, Sally, did you get everything taken down, looked at, and handled the way you wanted? Derek's a big boy, but... even, if the access was a tight fit... I assume he was able to get up in there?" She watched Derek's face as she spoke and received confirmation of her suspicions when he coughed with embarrassment and looked down at his Reeboks, avoiding her eye-contact.
"Umm, yeah, Kee," Sally said with a neutral tone. She tried to maintain a poker face, but, her rosy cheeks virtually screamed 'Just Fucked,' and Keanna's antennae were fully extended. "Pretty much." She looked at Derek and continued, "But, if you don't have other plans, I could probably find Derek... er, useful, tomorrow, too."
"No doubt," Keanna thought to herself. Aloud she replied, "Well, I did have something in mind, but, we can talk about it." She noticed Derek had started scuffing his toe on the concrete. "Look at us!" She exclaimed, "Talking about poor Derek like he wasn't here!" Keanna clucked her tongue and stuck her right arm around her nephew's shoulders, pulling him forward and tucking him against her ribs. His torso compressed the side of her braless right breast beneath her soft gray hooded jersey dress. "Come here, YOU!" She laughed, drawing him tighter still, "Give your old aunty a big hug and tell her you forgive her for talking like that in front of you."
Derek extended his left arm behind Keanna's back, wrapping her slim frame up in the crook of his elbow. His muscled forearm crossed her midriff and he rested his hand flat on her right side just below her ribs. Obligingly he tugged his aunt, in opposition to her force, and threw his left hip lightly against her. They cinched each other, briefly seaming their bodies together from mid-thigh to chest. "It's alright, Aunt Keanna," Derek drawled obediently. "I didn't mind. And anyway... what's the good of bein' big if I can't, you know... help a lady... in distress?"
Now it was Sally's turn to read the vibes. Derek's were easy. His dick had visibly expanded under the shiny warm-ups. Keanna's dark eyes sparkled and Sally thought she saw a bit of a blushing shadow pass across her friend's dusky face. She remembered her own confused feelings when Derek had provocatively hesitated at odd times, and on ambiguous words, in their little dialogues. "Maybe I should warn her Derek is not as sweetly naive as he first seems," Sally wondered to herself before brightly chirping, "Right! Well, we're all here. There's probably more room in my Altima than your blue racer, Kee. Shall we take my car?"
The tension was immediately released and, seeing only nods with no disagreement, Sally walked to the garage. She pushed the automatic door opener, ducked under as it rolled up and got behind the wheel of the Nissan. Derek opened the driver's side back door and sat while Keanna walked around to the front passenger door and sat beside Sally. When everyone was belted and ready, Sally backed out and headed for L'il Sicily.
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As the trio walked across the nearly empty asphalt parking lot at Gianni's L'il Sicily Pizzeria, Sally commented, "Good, it's still too early for the teenagers."
"Umm, I'm a teenager, Aunt Sally," Derek pointed out evenly.
"Oh, Derek," Sally retorted, "That's not what I meant... I mean the high schoolers. This place can be pretty loud when they start running amok." She laughed and clapped him on the back, "Of course I didn't mean YOU. You've graduated. Aren't you more a 'College Man' now?" Sally smiled and opened the restaurant door for Keanna and Derek.
"Huh, yeah, that so," Derek grunted, "Be playing with the Beavers real soon, Aunt Sally!" He chuckled and winked.
"Aunt Sally?" Keanna thought she had misheard the first time, but here was her nephew calling her neighbor 'Aunt Sally' again, quite clearly. She decided to ask, "What's up with 'Aunt Sally', Derek? This afternoon you were all respectful. It was 'Ms. Martin, this' and 'Yes ma'am, that.' Now it's 'huh, yeah' and 'Aunt Sally?'" She surprised herself. She did not feel angry but her words tumbled out more like a scold than an inquiry.
Sally rushed to Derek's defense, if he needed any. "It's OK, Kee," she said, stopping just inside the restaurant and pulling Derek and Keanna to her in a loose embrace, then continuing, "I, uh, teased Derek a little for being so sweet but... uh, FORMAL. We agreed, since he was a grown-up, and we were friends, he could call me 'Sally', or even 'Aunt Sally' as he preferred."
"Yeah, that just how it is, Aunt Keanna," Derek grinned, shyly, but with a concealed glint in his hooded eyes, as he stood with his arms lightly wrapped around both women's waists. "I feel like I got TWO aunties now, and I really like that... uh, feeling." He dropped his left hand, out of Keanna's sight, below the asymmetrical hem of Sally's skirt where it rose to its highest point on her right thigh. His long fingers curled and he briefly traced his index fingernail along her bare leg, stressing his final word.
Sally shifted her weight from her left foot to her right and then back in a quick little dance as her naked cunt responded to Derek's distant caress. Keanna bent her head and kissed her nephew's left cheek. "Well, that's fine," she said. "Really." She chuckled and then kissed Sally's right cheek, resting her lips slightly longer and with more pressure than either woman expected. "Nothing wrong with having another aunty, Derek." She beamed at Sally. "I guess you'll have to re-introduce me to Claude and Nel when they get back... SISTER!" She laughed out loud.