Part 1: Bess
(Author's note: Please comment with your thoughts and criticism. This is my first erotic story.)
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I was born under the oppressive Floridian sun, a place where your thoughts get muddied by the heat in dangerous ways. When I was fairly young, my dad's job took him up north to Michigan, where I learned to think clearly. Real seasonal weather, nearly six months of it being cold, forces your mind and body into fervent, calculated action. I thought the move had marked the end of those muddied, irrational thoughts.
In the Fall of my nineteenth birthday, my family decided to take a trip back down to the sunshine state, to visit some family.
Here, some background is needed:
I have four aunts, three on my dad's side and one on my mom's. Since our family had been pretty close, physically and socially, I spent a lot of time with them when I was very young. I figure that's probably why, as I went through puberty, I began to have increasingly sexual thoughts about each of them. They're all extremely beautiful women, none of them much older than forty, and they've been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies for as long a I've *had* masturbatory fantasies.
Bess, Suz, Raini, and Viv--those are their names.
Anyway, the real story began when I sat in my room in Michigan, packing for the flight later that afternoon. As I thought about the trip, my thoughts had obviously wandered across my four aunts, and as I sat there, cross-legged and contemplative, the strangest thought entered my mind. What if... I asked myself. What if I actually formulated some sort of plan that would allow me to have sex with one or more of my aunts? I'm a reasonably smart person, and I've always been pretty good at manipulating people through careful suggestion...
That was the first recurrence of the muddied thoughts of my youth, and though I recognized it as such, I couldn't help but think: what would such a plan be?
In a flash of irrational inspiration, I had it! I would write up a cleverly-worded sex questionnaire and present it to each of my aunts under the guise of a school project! I was a Classics major, but for all they knew I could've majored in Psychology or Social Studies, which would make the story all the more plausible.
So, with this somewhat ridiculous plan in hand, I actually set about writing up the questionnaire. I won't get into the guts of it here, but suffice it to say that it contained some rather incisive questions about personal sexual preferences and technique. When the thing was finished, I had a good laugh and masturbated, fantasizing about what it would be like if my plan actually worked. Afterward, I finished packing my things. I even stuffed the questionnaire in there, albeit with no intention of actually *using* it...
The following is an account of exactly how that simple flight of fancy took over my mind and body, and forced me into one of the greatest Autumn vacations of my life.
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FOUR AUNTS IN AUTUMN, PART 1: BESS __________________________________________________
The flight from Detroit to Orlando takes a good two or three hours, so I had plenty of time to sit and run little simulations in my head. I mostly did this to reassure and convince myself of just how stupid my little plan really was. There were so many things that could--no, *would*--go wrong. Any woman in her right mind, presented with such an inappropriate set of questions from her own nephew would surely reject him and scorn him, maybe even tell his parents...
And yet, as you have surely deduced, astute reader, I could not let the idea go.
After our plane landed, the first order of business was to rent a car and get to my grandmother's condominium, which was about an hour's drive further south. Without incident, we arrived at about midnight, pulled into the underground parking garage, and took the elevator up to the nearly two-million dollar condo.
Now, my grandparents were currently on a cruise halfway around the world, so it wasn't them who greeted us and let us into the place. Instead, it was my aunt Bess.
Once again, a little background is in order:
My aunt Bess is my mom's older sister, and her only sister. There had been some bad blood between them at one time because aunt Bess had married an ex-boyfriend of my mom's. As a result, mom didn't let her come around much during my adolescence, which probably just served to intensify my sexual passion and desire for her. However, that guy had recently kicked the can, so things were strangely cooling off between the two sisters.
Lucky for me, because aunt Bess' presence at the condo turned out to be the catalyst for some of the most irrational yet inspired decisions I have ever made.
My immediate family, as you can imagine, were pretty tired at this point, and decided to hit the hay. I myself, however, being a nineteen-year-old powerhouse of energy, wasn't anywhere near ready to go to sleep. Instead, I grabbed some grub from the kitchen and laid myself up comfortably in the spacious living room, watching some late-night anime.
As it happens, aunt Bess was apparently not tired either, and after changing out of her formal work-jacket and attachments, entered the living room clad in a rather revealing set of borderline-lingerie pajamas.
To further set the scene, I should describe her appearance at the time in detail:
Her hair was straight and cut up to her chin, a slightly darker brown color than my mom's, and framed a set of gorgeous grey eyes. Her facial features, while also similar to my mother's, had a certain fullness and amiable sexuality about them that is difficult to describe. Her body was reasonably fit, though not without a healthy amount of weight to it that a comfortable life afforded her. Her breasts, clearly defined underneath her black-and-purple pajama bra, were full and without even the slightest sign that gravity was taking its toll. Probably her most defining sexual feature in my mind however, was her large, round, firm ass. Her sleek, curving back somehow melted perfectly into one of the sexiest hind-ends I have ever laid eyes on.
Anyway, back to the story.
As I sat there in my plain t-shirt and cargo pants, laid-back in a recliner in front of the big-screen TV, I saw her come in the room. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her outfit, and I'm amazed that I didn't haul off and cream my pants right then and there. I did my best to keep cool and focus on the show.
(To make matters humorously uncomfortable, the show playing was the episode of Cowboy Bebop entitled "Jupiter Jazz, Part 2." If you're at all familiar with the show, you'll recall a scene in which Faye confronts Gren in the shower, only to find out a little secret of his. Sexual tension abounds.)
Then, the strangest thing happened that took me completely off guard. From behind me, I heard aunt Bess say, "Hey, you."
As the show went to a commercial, I turned around to face her. "Oh! Hey, aunt Bess," I said, acting as if I hadn't seen her enter. She was sitting on a large sofa behind me, legs crossed sensually. She sipped at what looked like a martini, smiling amiably at me.
