Every so often, we have large reunions to bring family together. The purpose is to be able to find out news about "clan members". Now, I have this aunt. Ever since I was a little kid, I used to fantasize about grabbing beautiful breasts in my hand and slobbering on nipples, but never hers. She would bend down so she could hug me (I was really young back then) and I would get an excellent view of her cleavage, which I tried not to notice. Of course, she never concealed herself because she probably thought that I was too young to appreciate such erotic breasts. I appreciated stuff like that, but not hers. She was my clean and lovely aunt. Now that I'm 19, I just content myself with short, guilty views of her ass through her mini skirts and short shorts. She married this martial arts expert two years ago, and she usually just comes by to visit the family every Christmas time.
It was a warm Sunday evening. I lay in the hammock outside, under the moonlight, sipping some iced tea. In the background, laughter could be heard. Hmm, my parents are getting my uncles drunk, I thought. Snorting, I shifted on my side, away from the distracting and raucous laughter. With my eyes closed, my mind started to wander to fantasy-land, where girls begged to be fucked, and where anybody could be fucked. It was perfect. Already I could see their soft but firm breasts, slim figures, shapely asses, long and slender legs, and flowing juices. My eyes, in their dreamy state, went into the half-open and teary eyed condition most people get when they go to sleep.
Stirring in the back of my unconscious brain, I could hear grass being trampled upon, and my subconscious was already trying to tell me that there was someone approaching the hammock. A small sniffing sound brought me back to the real world, where I knew that I had a hard-on painfully bulging in my pants, and that it would be embarrassing to have it seen. I stood up suddenly, and in the same motion, turned to see who it was who disturbed my slumber. My aunt had the fright of her life. Obviously, she didn't notice that I was there, and even worse, she mistook me for a bunch of pillows! Now, that really hurt my pride, because for a 18 year old, I'd say that I have a great body. My muscles are all the right proportions to my body, and in fact, define me pretty well, like the other hard and erect part of my body. I have no flab, and my butt and abs are the things which make my girlfriends get all horny over. How dare she mistake me for a bunch of pillows!
Anyway, after we both got over the initial shock at seeing each other, I was about to crack one of my stupid blonde jokes (did I tell you? she's blonde) when I noticed that her eyes were red, and I noticed that she was the one who was making all those sniffling sounds. I came to the conclusion that she's been crying.
"Is there anything wrong?" I asked, "i didn't mean to startle you."
"No, it's not that. Let's not talk about it..." she sobbed, keeping her head down, and walked away.
I shrugged. Maybe she's having some money problems or something.
A few minutes later, as I was just about to doze off again, I felt a hand brush up against my face. I was surprised, and I tried to stand up again, but ended up spilling myself unto the grass.
