Leanna And Be Be My Hot Aunts

Leanna and Be-Be are my aunts. They're my late father's step-sisters, and my only remaining relatives. Aunt Leanna and Aunt Be-Be are also smokin', fuckin' sexy as hell! I've felt this way about them for as long as I can remember.

They're in their mid-50s (I think). They were never really that close to Dad so I didn't have much to go on. This was mostly Dad's doing. He had some kind of "falling out" with them that he never talked about.

They mostly kept in touch with us through Christmas, birthday and graduation cards, and the occasional phone call. I remember getting a VERY nice college graduation gift from them ($5K), that they asked me to keep a secret from Dad.

"Your father would want you to give it back." Aunt Leanna told me. She was probably right, so I kept it between us.

Dad never spoke too highly of his step-sisters.

"Can't stand them heffas...!" he usually grumbled under his breathe. He would also describe them with words like "wild" and "floozies".

"My kinda ladies..." I thought to myself, which only heightened my excitement and curiosity about them.

Dad passed a month before my 27th birthday. It was a long illness (cancer) and we were more or less prepared when it finally happened. I felt more relief than sadness, knowing that he wouldn't be suffering anymore. The memorial service was small and quiet. There was me, a neighbor, a former co-worker and two of his friends from is Army days. The neighbor, Mr. Phelps, was the only person there that I actually knew.

Then Leanna and Be-Be walked in, and every head turned as these two fine-ass, older Black women sashayed their way into the funeral parlor. During the service, people stepped forward and said "a few words", paying their respects. I spoke, then the co-worker, one of the Army guys, and finally Aunt Be-Be.

I don't remember much of what she said, but I could not stop gazing at her. My aunts are just so fuckin' gorgeous! Aunt Be-Be has a dark-brown complexion and strong features, like Angela Bassett or Viola Davis, while Aunt Leanna has a medium-brown complexion and looks softer and more exotic.

Later at the reception, Mr. Phelps came over and nudged me.

"Gotdayum, Young-Blood...!" he whispered a little too loudly. "Yo' daddy never tol' me his sustas was THAT mu'fuckin' fine...!"

"I feel ya..." I nodded.

A few seconds later I was hugging and standing next to them. They looked and smelled even better up close. I realized that this was probably just the fourth or fifth time in my whole life that I'd been in the same room with them.

"We are family, honey," Aunt Leanna said consoling me. "You are our only nephew, and we don't want you to be so distant any more..."

"Like Earl was..." Aunt Be-Be finished for her, referring to Dad. There was no argument on that point.

"C'mon, Auntie Be-Be..." I started in agreement. "You know that's just how Dad was sometimes."

"Sometimes...?" she shot back. "More like 'usually' and 'always'..."

"And as for you," Aunt Leanna added. "Enough with this 'Auntie' nonsense -- makes us feel old. We are Leanna and Be-Be from now on."

"Yes, m'am..." I grinned.

She gave me her infamous raised eyebrow stare.

The conversation topic changed to "me and my plans". They insisted on me celebrating my upcoming birthday with them, and I agreed. My 27th fell on a Friday, so per their instructions, I packed a suitcase to stay with them for a few days.

Leanna and Be-Be share a luxurious home a few hours' drive from where I lived. The place was enormous and immaculately furnished.

"Damn..." I swore as I drove up the long driveway towards the 4-car garage. I REALLY didn't know anything about my aunts.

Aun... Be-Be (Beatrice) greeted me at the door and engaged me in a long, warm hug. She's a tall woman, at least 5'10", and has a firm, athletic body type. I guessed that she probably runs on a regular basis.

"So happy to see you, sweetie...!" she cooed looking me over. "We are going to have so much fun this weekend...!"

She wore black runners' tights, an overly-large grey sweatshirt and black athletic sandals -- which to me said she'd probably worked out earlier. Her hair was tied in a shoulder-length ponytail, and her face was bare of any makeup. She looked amazing. I felt a tingle in my groin watching her sculpted ass as I followed her into the house.

I got the impression that she knew I was watching and gave me a little "extra wiggle".

I met Leanna in the kitchen, where I received an equally pleasing hug. She wore a flowing, sleeveless, ankle length sundress, adorned with a black and beige African print. Her feet were bare and her grey-streaked hair flowed loosely down her back to her waist.

Like Be-Be, her face was bare of makeup, and she was absolutely gorgeous. Leanna is shorter than her younger sister, probably only 5'5". She's a petite woman with a graceful manner -- she literally glides into a room, almost like she's dancing.

Through the hug I was able to tell that she was braless. I could see the impression of her nipples against the loose fabric. Although she's a smaller woman, Leanna has very large breasts, definitely larger than a D-size (Yes, I'm a "breast man", so I recognize and know bra sizes.)

I spent a good deal of my teenage years fantasizing about "Auntie L's Magnificent Boobs".

I leaned against the counter to hide the tent growing in my khakis. This was the first time that I was ever alone with them and my mind was recalling all the scenarios that I'd jerked off to.

They got me situated in one of the guest rooms. I used the on-suite bathroom to "yank-out" a quick one, just to take the edge off. After that I washed up, changed into some sweats and met them back in their spacious living room. They opened and poured glasses of wine and gave me a tour of their home.

In the large office space they shared the walls were lined with photos. Several were of me throughout my early life -- me in a pee-wee football uniform, me graduating high school and college.

I stopped and got a little misty-eyed over one of me with my mother; Dad only kept a few pictures of Mom around and I'd never seen this one. In the photo I was just a toddler. She died when I was 5.

"Theresa was an angel..." Be-Be said, rubbing my shoulder.

"We miss her so much..." Leanna added, pointing to several photos showing the three of them together: celebrating at a New Year's Eve party, posing in bathing suits at the beach, the two of them hugging my mom when she was fully pregnant with me.

"She was such a joy to be around, we thought of her as our other sister."

Mom, Leanna and Be-Be were friends? News to me -- definitely a detail that Dad "forgot" to share.

The rest of the pictures were the "history of" Leanna and Be-Be. I guessed right for both -- Be-Be was once an athlete, a former track star for the state university. She was even an alternate for the 1984 Olympic Team.

Leanna was once a dancer and former choreographer for a modern dance troupe.

There was only one photo of them with Dad; the three of them were teenagers. It was a wedding photo from when Grandaddy Earl (my dad's dad) married their mother. Granddaddy Earl looked happy as hell -- Dad looked miserable.

She passed away before I was born, but I could see where they got their looks -- their mother was a gorgeous (hot) woman.

I was really amazed by the some of the other photos. Aside from pictures of graduations, and vacations, there were photos with celebrities -- athletes, singers, actors. Both were featured on the covers of three different magazines. There were photo-spread shots of Be-Be as a model. Even one of Leanna shaking hands with a former First Lady.

We all settled back in the lounge area and began exchanging stories to fill in some of the missing pieces.

I gave them my quick breakdown: I was a college student on a baseball scholarship, a college drop-out after an injury (and a lost scholarship), a college student again and then a graduate. Dad wanted me to join the Army like he'd done, but I ignored him on that suggestion. I'd been engaged, then the engagement broke-up. I've had a dozen different jobs, then I went to work with Dad at his hardware store. Then I moved in with Dad because of his cancer, then took over the hardware store, then Dad passed, blah-blah-blah -- and here I am.

Their stories were far more interesting and exciting.

Their mom, Rosalee, was a "Memphis party-girl". She'd had both of them by the time she was 18 -- Leanna's father was an exchange student from Pakistan, Be-Be's was one of the local pool-hustlers. My aunts were 19 (Leanna) and 17 (Be-Be) when their mom met and married Grandaddy Earl. Dad had just turned 16.

(Doing the math in my head I figured out their actual ages. Dad was 63 when he passed. That would make my incredibly sexy aunts 66 and 64!)

Neither of them ever married or had children.

"Not for us..." Leanna said with mild disdain. "We had too much living to do to sacrifice the commitment."

"Besides," Be-Be said coyly, rubbing my arm. "We had our sweet, handsome nephew -- all the child we'd need in our lives." The way she smiled and touched me made my pants tighten again.

They both had successful careers and life experiences. Leanna was the co-founder and former choreography for a dance group that toured internationally. Now retired, she was a private yoga instructor.

Be-Be had been an athlete, a coach and trainer, and a model. She then earned a real estate license, started and managed a successful commercial firm, which she later sold ($$$). Also retired, she occasionally consults and trains for the track team at her alma mater.

"Then there was my brief, but spectacular time as an actress, producer and distributor..." Be-Be beamed proudly.

"Bea..." Leanna chided her sister. "Maybe not right now..."

They gave each other knowing looks, before Be-Be gave a coy shrug. They silently agreed not to share whatever it was they were agreeing to.

"Special Sibling Language" -- not something an Only Child understands.

Like their mom, my aunts were "party girls"; they knew how and when to enjoy themselves, and did so as often as they could. When Dad met Mom, they tried to include her whenever possible. And to Dad's regret, she happily joined them whenever possible, prior to getting pregnant with me.

"After you were born, Earl 'forbade' your mother from hanging out with us anymore." Be-Be said. "Earl told her: 'you can't be a momma and a hussy too...!'"

"That also put a bit of strain on their relationship," Leanna added, "since the Theresa we knew was very much her own woman."

Things started to make sense.

Dad didn't really talk much about Mom. He never spoke ill of her -- just not much. The friendship and influence of my aunts would have been a definite "negative" with him.

We exchanged more stories for a while before Leanna reminded us to get dressed for dinner -- they were taking me to their favorite restaurant. I went up to the guest-room and changed into a light-weight linen suit and waited for them back in the living room.

"Oh shit..." I whispered to myself when my aunts entered the room. I was happy that my outfit was loose-fitting because I was certain I'd embarrass myself otherwise.

Leanna wore a pale-colored, flowing dress, with a sleeveless, bustier top and long slits on each side. The dancers' legs and her amazing breasts immediately caught my attention.

Be-Be wore a short, black cocktail dress. The muscles in her calves, thighs and arms got me completely hard.

This was going to be an interesting evening.

To my added surprise, we were driven to the restaurant in a limo. We climbed into the back and they both insisted that I sit between them.

"We like to share..." Be-Be smiled, as they cozied up on either side of me.

I had a full-on "raging boner" through the entire drive. Luckily my loose jacket and untucked shirt helped to hide some of it. But I was certain that both Leanna and Be-Be noticed a few times. Especially when I saw them exchange their secret smile or nod.

Dinner was amazing -- a high-class, seafood (my favorite) restaurant with a view of the lake. The maître de and servers all seemed to know my aunts, which meant we received only 1st class and top-shelf all evening.

The meal ended with champagne and a specially made strawberry cupcake with a birthday candle.

After dinner we took a stroll along the wooden boardwalk that seemed to encircle the entire lake. We eventually ended up at what I initially assumed was another restaurant. In fact, Be-Be explained, it converted to a "club" that hired a DJ and opened the dance floor on weekends.

There was a line of people waiting to get in, but we walked right in. Yep -- the bouncers also knew my aunts, so we didn't have to wait.

Leanna suggested I leave my jacket at the coat-check, and after doing so she pulled me onto the crowded dance floor. Without the jacket the tent in my pants was a little more obvious, but the darkness and disco-lighting provided a little camouflage. I was sandwiched between my aunts and we "bumped, humped and grinded" for several songs, before taking a break. We settled in at a booth in the rear and the waitress poured out glasses of ice water.

"How you feelin', nephew...?" Be-Be asked, leaning in close to be heard over the thumping club music.

"Pretty damn good..." I replied also leaning close. I was tempted to kiss her on the neck. Instead I took a long sip of water.

"We want to make sure you enjoy yourself, sweetie..." Leanna chimed in from my other side (of course I was in the middle again). She playfully took the glass from my hand, drank my water, and winked at me when the glass was empty.

Sweat glistened on the abundance of cleavage she was showing. I felt the urge to bury my face between her breasts. Instead I returned the wink and drank from her glass.

Be-Be's hand suddenly appeared on my thigh, dangerously close to my hard-on. Then Leanna took my hand and placed it on her exposed thigh, also way too close to her privates.

"Let's dance...!" I said in a near-panic.

They smiled at each other again and we went back to the dance floor.

"Holy fuck, that was close..." I thought to myself. I wasn't sure if I should "play along" with their obvious flirting, or if I was even ready to.

My hard-on had actually subsided a little by the time we settled into the limo to take us home. I was starting to ache.

Leanna and Be-Be only succeeded in getting me hard again, which I tried to cover with my suit jacket. Be-Be kicked off her shoes and tossed her legs across mines. She flexed her muscular calves against my thighs and hard-on. On the opposite side, Leanna curled up under my arm, pulling it around her shoulder and lacing her fingers with mine. The back of my forearm brushed against one of her nipples. I felt it grow and stiffen.

They both closed their eyes and the 30-minute trip home was silent. I thought that the driver might be taking the "long way home" -- my cock ached and throbbed the whole time. I tried my best to think non-sexual thoughts (Dad's gone, work, bills, sports), but it didn't help much.

Back at the house, Be-Be poured us all a night-cap (spiced bourbon) and we sat and talked for a few minutes at the kitchen table. I couldn't wait to get to my bedroom and relieve my boner.

Leanna finished her drink and announced she was going to bed, Be-Be agreed.

"We hope you had a wonderful time with your 'old aunties'...Happy Birthday, sweetie."

"Happy Birthday, sweet nephew..."

They each took turns, first Be-Be then Leanna, giving me a soft, warm hug and then a "way-too-long" kiss on the lips (no tongue). They each added their own "special twist", Be-Be pressing her groin and then Leanna pressing her breasts against me. I came very close to blowing my load.

A few minutes later I was standing over the toilet with a handful of lotion, whacking away like I was thirteen again. Jerking off never left so good.

It was almost noon when I slowly woke up the next day. It had been ages since I'd had that "day after the after party" feeling -- a very mild hang-over, stiff and "Jr Me" happy, sore and ready for more. I got out of bed and opened the drapes to let some sun in and look out onto their beautifully arranged, expansive backyard.

My eyes went wide.

Below my bedroom window, Leanna lay stretched out on a chaise next to the pool, completely naked, sunning herself. She was on her stomach with her arms folded under her head. Her huge breasts bulged out on the sides, and I could just barely see a hint of her areola. Her ass was small and tight atop her lovely legs.

My cock, although still sore, slowly grew to attention the longer I stared.

"Really, bruh...?" I said, looking down at the tent in my boxers.

I continued to stare at Leanna. Her hair was tied in a bun, and her skin glistened from oil and sweat.

"Fuck it..." I conceded. I walked to the bathroom and pumped a handful of lotion. I returned to the window and pushed my shorts down to my ankles and beginning my all-too familiar slow and steady stroke. I figured she wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

This would make the third time in 24-hours that I would jerk off in my aunt's house. I hadn't wacked off this much since college. I was soon off in my own fantasy -- imagining what Leanna's tits really looked and felt like.

"I'm impressed..." Be-Be smiled from the now open door-way. She stood there holding two steaming coffee mugs.

I froze.

My ass was exposed and my right hand fully gripped my still hard cock. My left hand was playing with my nipples (but I didn't actually remember doing that).

"I knocked, but I guess you were...distracted." Be-Be said as she walked in and placed one of the mugs on the night-stand, returning to stand next to me and look out the window at her half-sister.

"Impressive..." She smirked, looking at my cock in my hand. "Very, very impressive..."

She took a sip of her coffee and licked her lips.

I took a deep breath and started to stammer something, I don't know what, to explain myself.

"Shhh...." She quieted me, pressing a finger against my lips. "I'm sorry I disturbed you..."

We stood there in silence a few seconds longer. My cock wouldn't go down, and I was still frozen in place. Although I was embarrassed that she caught me -- I was extremely turned on.

"You know you can keep going..." she suggested. "I know you probably need to, and I certainly won't be offended..."

Like it had a mind of its own, my hand continued to stroke -- slow and steady. I was getting off watching one of my aunts sunbathe, while my other aunt watched me getting off.

Wow...

What happened next was completely unexpected.

After watching me for a few minutes, Be-Be took another sip of coffee and placed her mug on the window sill. She opened the thigh-length robe she was wearing and let it fall to the floor, revealing that she was naked underneath.

Then she did exactly as I did -- one hand on her privates, the other on her nipple.

"I'll share a little secret with you, nephew..." she whispered. "I've gotten myself off watching that tight, little ass out there on more than a few occasions..."

Neither of us said another word -- just breathing, stroking and rubbing. And we continued like that for 10-minutes or more -- Be-Be and me, naked, side-by-side, watching Leanna and masturbating together.

The aroma of her pussy grew stronger and filled my nostrils. I was getting close, but Be-Be came first. She put a hand on my shoulder to keep her balance as the orgasm overtook her.

"I'll let you...finish..." she panted retrieving her robe and coffee mug. As she left, Be-Be kissed my shoulder and gave my ass a playful smack.

I continued to stroke my still hard cock as she closed the door behind her. My mind tried to catch up.