Aunty Nicole arrived at three o'clock. After helping her unpack the car, I left her with Mother while I went back to work. I stopped at five on the dot, and then I joined them.
"It's so good having Nicole with me."
Mother was smiling, so I smiled as well, and then I said, "Yes it is."
I just hoped that I sounded convincing. It wasn't that I didn't like my Aunty, far from it. It's just that I had got used to being my Mother's carer, looking after all her needs. I was jealous of the attention that Mother was giving her Sister. I only stayed with them for five minutes, and then I left, to go to my room. I don't think they noticed me leaving. I stayed there until Aunty came upstairs, to tell me that the food was ready.
The meal was simple, but delicious. I had a second helping.
"That was," then I briefly paused, while I thought of a word that would do it justice.
"Amazing."
She shook her head, before saying, "It wasn't anything special."
However, from the look on her face, I could tell that she had liked me praising her.
After eating, we watched television together. Mother and Aunty on the sofa, and me opposite them in the armchair. For the first half an hour, they talked, and, for some reason, it irritated me. Then they settled down to watch the film.
When it ended, Mother declared, "I'm off to bed."
I was about to get up, to go upstairs with her, then I realised that I didn't need to. Aunty was here, she would get her ready for bed.
It was a while before Aunty came back downstairs. I thought that she had gone to bed as well, but she must have been talking to her Sister.
"Mother was telling me what a good job you did. It must have been difficult, and at times embarrassing."
"It was OK, not as difficult as I thought it would be."
"Well now that I am here, I can look after all Mother's needs."
All of them except one. She was more than capable of looking after her Sister, but there was one thing that only I could do, because to do it, you needed a cock!
When I woke the next day, my first thought was that I needed to go and see Mother. She might need my help. Then I remembered that Aunty was here. I groaned. When would we ever get some time alone? I desperately wanted to undress her, to feel her large tits in my hands. To suck on her thick nipples. I groaned again. Why was I torturing myself? I then started stroking my cock. Normally when I do that, it quickly stands to attention, but not today. I eventually got it hard, and I even managed to climax. But afterwards, I still felt frustrated. Thinking about fucking my Mother, was no substitute for actually doing it.
By the time Mother and Aunty came downstairs, I was at my desk working. I didn't see them until lunch time. After quickly eating, I got back to work. My boss was expecting me to finish the report by the end of the day. It was doable, but only if I didn't waste any time.
At six it was done. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and then I emailed it to her. I was pleased with myself. I had done a good job.
Our evening meal was even better than yesterday's. If I wasn't careful, I would put on weight, perhaps even get fat. Then I thought about Uncle Tony, with his Motor Neurone disease. I shuddered. He was just skin and bone.
This time, after Aunty had put Mother to bed, she went to bed as well. I stayed downstairs. Half an hour later, I started yawning. I tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle. It was time for bed.
As I was passing Aunty's room, I noticed that her door was slightly open. I stopped to close it. However, when my hand touched the handle, I froze. I had heard a noise, and there was no mistaking what it was. It had been a low moan. Not one of pain, but of pleasure.
She was playing with herself!
I was surprised, but I shouldn't have been. Like Mother, she would have her needs, and I doubted if Uncle Tony was well enough to satisfy her. His illness was advanced, so he might not even be able to have sex with her. It was sad. She was a nice person, and I liked her.
I let go of the handle, and then I turned away from the door. She moaned again, but this time it was a lot louder. I knew that I should leave, and go straight to my bedroom, but I didn't.
At first, I couldn't see much, then, when my eyes got used to the dim light, I saw her. She was lying down, with her head propped up against the headboard. And even though her body was covered, I could see that her legs were wide open. Her hand was between them, and the sheets were rippling, as she frantically fingered herself.
Then I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. As her fingers continued working, her expression kept changing. Sometimes, it looked as if she was in pain, because of the intensity of her pleasure. I just stood there, watching her, almost in a trance. My cock was rock hard, pushing against my jeans, but I was ignoring it.
She was now breathing heavily, and moaning almost continuously. How long had I been there? I had no idea. It felt like a long time, but it was probably only a few minutes. And it was now coming to an end.
When her fingers stopped moving, and her mouth opened wide, I knew that she was climaxing. Then, when she closed her mouth, so that she could bite on her lip, to keep the noise down, I made the mistake of leaning on the door. It opened, only partially, but enough for her to see me when she opened her eyes.
Her mouth was now wide open again, but this time, because she was shocked. Then she closed it, and we stared at each other. Both of us not knowing what to say. But something needed to be said.
"Your door," then I took a deep breath.
"It was open, so I thought I should close it."
There was then an awkward silence, that I thought was never going to end, before she spoke.
"Thank you James, that's kind of you."
Then she smiled at me, and I relaxed. She had done the only thing that you can do in situations like this. Pretend it didn't happen!
After closing her door, I went to my room.
I was now slowly stroking my throbbing cock. It wasn't going to take much to make me come, but I wanted it to last. I hadn't seen much, and I hadn't been there long, but it had been highly erotic. I was now remembering it, in every detail.
Mother was a nine out of ten, but Aunty Nicole was seven, eight at the most. So her Sister had the edge on her, but that's not to say that Aunty wasn't attractive. Her curves weren't as voluptuous, but you still noticed them. Her tits were smaller, but they were still a nice handful. And she did have a pretty face. Then I thought about Aunty Jan, and it put me off my stroke.
It had been a mistake thinking about my other Aunty, but I had now put her out of my mind. I was imagining going into the room. Then, while her eyes were still closed, slipping my hand under the covers. She would be shocked, and hesitant. But when my hand was to move further down, she would remove hers, and I would finger her.
That took me over the edge, and my cock spurted. It then wasn't long before I fell asleep.
At first, when I woke, I thought it had been a dream. No, it had actually happened. I had stood outside her room, and watched her. And, at the end, as she climaxed, she had seen me. She would be seeing me again soon, and it was going to be embarrassing for both of us.
After showering, I went downstairs. I had considered avoiding her, but that was silly. I wouldn't be able to do that for long. It was best to get it out of the way.
When I entered the kitchen, she was at the sink, filling up the kettle. With her back still to me, she said, "Do you want a coffee?"
"Yes please."
Then she turned around. She was smiling, but it looked forced.
"About last night," then she hesitated, before saying, "I should have made sure that the door was closed."
She was embarrassed, and I needed to say something.
"And I shouldn't have watched you."
But had I said the right thing? She was now staring at me, and her face had changed. The smile had gone.
"No, you shouldn't have," then, to my surprise, she laughed.
And it was genuine. With relief, I realised that I wasn't in trouble.
We had breakfast together, and then, when she went upstairs to get Mother up, I went to my desk. I worked until it was lunch time. We all ate together.
As usual, the food was delicious. I wanted seconds, but I resisted. In the afternoon I had a lot of work to do. Sitting at my desk, with an overfilled stomach, would make me sleepy.
As I got up from the table, I said, "Thanks Aunty."
"You're welcome. I'm going shopping this afternoon, do you need anything?"
It was an innocent question, but it got my heart racing. I glanced at Mother, and I could tell that she was thinking the same as me. That would mean that we would be alone.
"No, I don't think so."
"If you think of something, then let me know before I go."
I was now at my desk, working, but not actually getting a lot done. It was almost two o'clock, and Aunty was still here. Had she changed her mind, and decided to go tomorrow? Five minutes later, she popped her head around the door.
"I'm going now. Have you thought of anything?"
I shook my head, and then I said, "No."
I waited ten minutes before getting up from my chair. Mother was in her bedroom.
As I hugged her, I said, "I thought she was never going to leave."
Before she could answer, I was kissing her. I was also groping her big tits. I only stopped, so that I could take her top and bra off. My mouth was quickly on her breast. Then, I thought about Aunty Nicole. Her tits weren't as big as Mother's, but did she have her Sister's nipples? I must be thinking about her, because of what had happened yesterday. Then Mother groaned, and I felt a pang of guilt. It should be her that I was thinking about, and not my Aunty.
"I need your big cock inside me."
I hadn't had enough of her tits, and I also hadn't been anywhere near her pussy. Fucking was for later, but she wanted it now.
"Let me finger you first."
"NO!"
She had said it loud, and clear.
I sighed, in an exaggerated manner, as if it was some unpleasant task that she wanted me to do. But I could tell that she wasn't amused.
"Stop fucking about, and start fucking me."
Now that was funny, but I didn't dare laugh. Instead, I got her knickers down in record time, and then I pushed her onto the bed. I didn't waste any time taking my trousers off, I just unzipped myself.
As soon as I was in her, her face changed. Gone was that angry look, replaced by one of contentment. She had got what she wanted, a big cock deep up her cunt. And I was now going to fuck her with it.
My first stroke was long and hard, but the next one was better, almost brutal. It took her breath away.
"Fuck, that almost made me come."
I ignored her. The time for talking was over. Both of us were frustrated, and the only cure for that, was a good climax.
We hadn't been fucking for long, perhaps only a couple of minutes, when I felt the sap rising. Was that too soon for her?
"I can't last much longer. Can you come?"
"Yes," then she moaned, before adding, "But I need more time."
