Part 2: Caren and Suz
(Author's note: Yeah, I know how long it's been since I posted the first part. Sorry 'bout that. I went on an actual Fall vacation (no, it did not involve passionate lovemaking with my aunts :P) and that kinda ate up a lot of time. It was fun, though! ^^
Anyway, this next part, as you may have discerned from the title, actually includes two sex scenes. One of them involves aunt Suz, as promised, but the other has to do with someone else. It still counts as incest, if that's what you like in your erotic stories, but I just thought I'd warn you in case you only want to hear about Suz. She's in the second half.
As always, comments and constructive criticism are appreciated.)
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FOUR AUNTS IN AUTUMN, PART 2: Caren and Suz
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The rest of the week had passed, and we were getting ready to head out. My parents had already gathered up their stuff and were waiting for me in the parking garage. I had lagged behind a bit purposely, to thank aunt Bess again for her hospitality, and to give her a proper farewell.
Many women had kissed me goodbye before, but this was the first time the kiss had lasted more than a fraction of a second.
When we were finally able to pry ourselves apart, she handed me a roll of papers. I unfurled them to see what they were, and was momentarily confused. She had made me three clean copies of the survey. When I realized what this meant, I started to speak, but was cut off.
"You don't have to say anything," she said. "Your parents are probably getting impatient."
Slightly stunned, I walked away, toward the elevator.
"Good luck!" she called after me, with a sly grin on her face.
I spent the several hour long drive to aunt Suz's house with a feeling of new found confidence. I wondered if everyone felt this way after their first time with a woman, or if it had to do with the personal conquest my own first time had entailed. In any case, I was eager to present one of the clean copies of my survey to aunt Suz. To pass the time, I scribbled my guesses as to what she would answer in small handwriting under each question. I was more than ready for this.
Finally, we pulled into Suz's neighborhood.
I gazed out the window as we rumbled down the dirt road, eager to catch a glimpse of my dad's youngest sister. She had been known to walk around wearing nothing but a revealing bikini on hot days like this.
One time, when my buddy Jamal and I had been swimming in her pool, she came out in one of her sexiest swimsuits to tell us something. As she left, the two of us watched her walk away, her perfectly tanned ass jiggling as she went. Jamal had turned to me and gave me a look that clearly said, "What I wouldn't give to tap that ass..."
I had responded with a look of my own, that said, "I concur, good sir."
Back in the present, I spotted Suz coming out of her house to greet us. As I expected, she wore nothing more than a tight-fitting blue bikini. Her breasts, while not as large as Bess', were well proportioned to her body, and her bikini top barely covered her nipples. She brushed long, brown hair out of her face as she came to tap on my window.
"Hey, y'all!" she said, as I rolled the window down. She had a thick southern accent, which I won't try too hard to faithfully reproduce here. "Wow, Tony. I barely recognized you. You want me to give you a haircut?"
I had expected a comment like that. She ran a little hair salon business out of her house, and I had grown my hair out fairly long since she had last seen me.
She laughed and thumped me on the chest, saying, "I'm just messin' with ya. Looks good on you."
It wasn't unusual to get comments like that from any of my aunts, but her enthusiasm, coupled with that accent of hers, always turned me on. When her eyes momentarily locked with mine, it almost felt like she could read my mind, and persuse the many and varied fantasies I had been having about her.
We got all the usual pleasantries and greetings out of the way without incident. She led us into the house and showed us where we'd be sleeping. As usual, my parents would occupy the single guest room, and I would sleep upstairs, in the entertainment room.
Now, Aunt Suz and her husband had two kids together. Their son was named Benjamin Johnson, or B.J. for short, and their daughter was named Caren. B.J. was about twelve or so, and Caren had just turned eighteen the previous summer.
It was partially because of this that I took notice of how much of a young woman Caren had become.
We first ran across each other on that first day, when she came home from a friend's house. I was lounging about in the family room, watching TV and snacking on some corn chips, when Caren walked in. She feigned a double-take at the sight of her older cousin.
"Tony! Wow, you've changed," she said, hugging me.
She wore a tight-fitting t-shirt which accentuated the curvature of her body, and a short miniskirt. When she hugged me, her breasts pressed against my chest, sending tingles down my spine. They were oddly full and large for her age, probably a symptom of good genes from her mom.
She sat down next to me, and I draped an arm over her shoulders, affectionately.
"Not in a bad way, though," she continued, flashing me a pretty little smile.
I grinned back, saying, "You too." I ran my hand down her back, gently.
"Don't get too weird, Casanova," she said, lifting my arm away.
Unphased, I went on: "You've really...filled out."
She blushed slightly, punching me in the shoulder. "You're such a goofy guy," she said. "But thanks... I think."
We sat watching TV together and catching up on each other's lives. Any time she looked at the TV, I looked at her. Everything about her--from her tight little ass, to her sleek figure, to the freckles on her face leftover from the summer--seemed to be screaming at me, begging me to make love to her.
She caught me staring once and gave me another good punch. She seemed to think I was just kidding around, which was just as well.
Later, we went swimming.
My parents were in the house, chatting with my aunt and uncle, while us kids went for a swim in their above-ground pool. When I had first come out on the deck and spotted Caren floating on a raft in the middle of the pool, wearing a swimsuit as skimpy as her mother's, I dove in immediately to hide my erection. If B.J. hadn't been swimming with us, I don't know if I could have kept myself from pulling her into the water and fucking her right there.
As it was, I had to satisfy myself in smaller ways. Eventually I did pull her in, and we had a splash fight, which turned into underwater wrestling. She and I grappled with each other, not really trying to accomplish anything in particular. I don't know if she ever noticed the tent I was pitching, but it seems impossible that she couldn't have. At one point, when I attempted to grab and dunk her from behind, my dick ever so slightly brushed the crease of her ass. She didn't seem to notice, though I almost hoped she had and was just playing it cool.
When aunt Suz came out to tell us dinner was ready, the sight of her just about pushed me over the edge. I had to swim around in the cold water alone for a while, to allow my dick to calm down a little, before I went inside to eat.
When she finished her meal, Caren subtly motioned for me to follow her into her room. I took a little extra time to clean up my dishes before doing so, to make it seem less suspicious.
I entered her room with that same strange confidence I'd had since last week. Caren was still wearing her swimsuit, as was I, and she patted the bed next to her. I sat where she indicated, fully expecting her to bring the sexual tension between us out in the open. What she actually said threw me for a loop.
"So, Tony," she began, gazing at me frankly. "What's the deal with you and my mom?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What?"
She smiled wryly, shifting her weight to rest on one arm. "You know damn well what I'm talkin' about. You've been ogling her boobs all day, trying to hide that stiffy you've got."
I looked down at my pants, where my bulging dick was clearly visible underneath. I thought about crossing my legs in another attempt to hide it, but realized how pointless that would be.
"Look, if you've got a thing for her, that's fine," Caren went on. "But what the hell do you think you're doing, being so obvious about it? Most people are gonna think you're really weird!"
A sly grin spread across my face.
"What?" she said.
"One sec," I replied, leaving her room. I went upstairs and retrieved one of the survey copies--the one I had scribbled on. When I returned, Caren was where I had left her, waiting impatiently.
"Come on!" she said. "What is it?"
I showed her the paper and told her about my plan, and how it had worked on Bess. It felt surreal recounting it like that, but she and I had always been close. I felt safe in telling her, as weird as it was.
My hard-on became all the more intense as she read my guesses at what her mom would answer, snorting or giggling every so often. Her face was flushed red, and her tits bounced up and down as she laughed, just barely held back by that tiny bikini bra of hers. When she finished reading, she regarded me with a look that was simultaneously embarrassed and impressed.
"Wow..." she said, running her fingers through her long, black hair. "I'm not really sure what to say besides that. Score?" She laughed nervously again.
"So do you think I have a chance?" I asked.
"Huh?" she said, distractedly.
"I mean, with your mom. Do you think this'll work on her?"
"Oh, Jesus, Tony," she said, glancing around the room. She seemed to consider her answer for a long time before saying, "I dunno if you'll even *need* this thing. She's been checking you out all day, too..."
This gave me a burst of confidence, to top off my already brimming supply.
Before I could say anything else, Caren went on: "...and, I mean, you've really turned into a nice looking guy. I bet..." With that last sentence, she turned her gaze back to me, earnestly. "I bet she'll break her pelvis spreading her legs for you."
The whole time she had been talking, I had leaned in closer to her, allowing my arms to move around behind her. By the time she finished her last sentence, I had one hand on her waist, and another creeping up the back of her neck. She realized what I was doing, and began to breathe heavily. She made no move to resist as I stroked her back and neck sensually.
