Litcon 2025: the Grand Experience

All Hail Freya for this concept. I've been a reader for many, many years, and this challenge is the first time I've had the nerve to submit one of my own stories. It's not the first I've written, but the first to be submitted. I hope you notice this story is a launch pad. There are several side stories I have in mind, so please tell me what you think. Should I continue it? Are there paths that are more interesting this others? That kind of thing.

The bathroom described in the story is one I actually encountered while while on business in Shanghai. It blew my mind. Unfortunately, I was alone on that trip, but it gave me lots of ideas about if I hadn't been, so they may also make an appearance.

Finally, the characters in this story are here because I invited them to be here. They trusted me enough to show up and tell me what was going on. Feel free to invite them into your stories, but... they trusted me, so please don't hurt them. This story though belongs to me, and may not be used in part, or whole, in any format (i.e. electronic, print, audio, etc.) without my written consent.

I hope you enjoy:

The First Day with Aunt Ginni

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Nate was a couple weeks past his eighteenth birthday, and a couple of weeks away from graduation, but his mom got called out of town on business for a week. It would have been easier to let him stay home alone while she was gone, but his mom didn't work that way. Instead, she pulled some strings and had him stay with her sister while she would be gone.

"Thanks for letting me tag along Aunt Ginni." He was sitting in the passenger seat, watching the scenery fly past as his Aunt piloted the car down the highway.

"I'm glad you could make it Nate. Sorry I have to go to this conference this weekend. If your mom had given me more notice we could have gone and done something more... I dunno... fun? maybe... I guess?"

Nate laughed, "Well, I wouldn't have had to come at all if Mom wasn't so controlling."

"Now, that's not fair Nate. She's not controlling, she's just..." He waited for her to come up with a better word to describe his mom. It took a while, but the best she could come up with was, "... concerned?"

"Aunt Ginni, I'm eighteen, and going to college next fall. Is she going to be... concerned... the entire time I'm gone?"

"Well, she won't be controlling!" and they both laughed.

"Have you even MET my mom?" he quizzed, "she'll find a way."

"Hey, she's my big sister... I had to grow up with her being concerned about me cuz I'm the youngest. I'm glad you came along when you did. She had someone else to be concerned about so I could be a normal teenager."

"Aunt Ginni, nothing about you is normal," and he laughed again.

Ginni feigned being insulted and used her best southern belle accent, "OH! Why sir, I will have you know that I am the very definition of a lady! In fact, I am certain that if you look it up in the dictionary you will find my picture next to the word ANGELIC!"

Nate dug his phone from his pocket, "Good idea! Let me do that," and started typing.

"You little..." Ginni looked away from the road only long enough to snatch the phone from Nate's hands but still had to swerve back into her lane to avoid slower traffic, ".... I oughta throw this phone right out the window!" and she hit the auto-down button for her window.

"NO NO NO!" he pleaded laughingly, "OK, I'm sorry. I'll take your word for it."

She smiled, "That's more like it! And next... you have to stop calling me AUNT. Ginni is just fine. You're an adult now and having you call me Aunt just makes me feel old. Oh my god, I'm a spinster at thirty... I should throw YOU out the window!" She hit the auto down button for his window as she changed lanes to pass slower traffic. "Turning thirty last year was bad enough, but now I've got a sidekick determined to turn me into an old lady in front of my colleagues."

"Ahhhh," Nate shrank back into his seat and tried to hide behind his upraised hands, "No I'm sure people think you're my younger sister. Wait... colleagues?" Nate sat up straight, "I thought you were a freelance travel writer? Don't you work alone?"

'Well, yeah, thats what the conference is about. We're all writers... and from time to time we all meet up on the road. This is one of those times but it's a planned meeting so we can ALL be there." She changed the subject, "Look, there's the exit for the hotel." Ginni navigated the car off the highway and down sidesteets until they were in the parking lot. "We can get the suitcases later, let go see what its like inside."

Nate was awed as they walked into the lobby, which, in turn opened into an atrium. "Aun..." he stopped himself, "Ginni, there are trees... INSIDE. Real, normal, trees!"

"Cool, huh? Let me get us checked in and we'll check everything else out."

"OK, I'm gonna look around." he waved over his shoulder as he drifted further into the lobby. Home wasn't a small town, but he'd never been in such a fancy building. Ever.

After a few minutes Ginni caught up to him, "OK, ninth floor, room 911. We can get settled in and explore a bit. Lets grab our bags and go up."

When they finally got to the room, Ginni checked her purse, handed Nate his key, then used hers to open the door. Nate, being the gentleman/son/nephew/sherpa/slave that he was, carried both of their bags. Luckily, it was only a weekend trip so the bags were few, and light.

Nate looked over her shoulder as they walked into the room, "What a cool view!" She exclaimed, "You're above the trees now hon."

"Aunt Ginni..." She wheeled and pointed a finger at him, but Nate wasn't looking out the window, "G-Ginni... there's only one bed."

Ginni sighed, "Well, when I made the reservation there was only going to be one body sleeping here. Mine. The hotel is totally booked for the convention so I couldn't get us another room. I tried when we were downstairs. We can order a roll away later, I think. Don't worry, it's a king." she looked at her watch as an alarm chimed, "Shit, how'd it get so late? For now, exploring is off. I need to take a shower and get ready. I have to go to the reception-banquet-thingy tonight, so you'll have a few hours freedom..." She looked up at Nate. He was standing, still holding the bags, looking at the wall, or what should have been the wall. Technically it was still a wall, but a solid glass wall separating the bathroom from the bed. The shower nearer to the bed, than the far wall where the sink and mirror were.

Nate, pointed weakly at the shower, "Howwwww...?"

"Um... not sure. But... It certainly makes the room look bigger! In any case, it looks like you get to take a walk and explore on your own while I figure it out. Shoo. shoo. shoo..." She took the bags from Nate, tossed them on the bed, and ushered him out of the room, "come back in an hour. Bye!" and she closed the door behind him. "What have I gotten that poor kid into?" she asked no-one.

"What now?" Nate wondered. "I guess I try to find the pool." and he wandered back towards the elevator.

It was about an hour later when he knocked instinctively on the door. Ginni hurriedly opened the door and dashed back into the bathroom, "Lose your key?" she asked.

"No, I just wanted to make sure your were decent..." he looked at the clothes strewn about the room, and without thinking began to pick them up.

Ginni looked into the mirror and watched him picking up her clothes through the shower wall. "Nate, it's been an hour. If I was still naked it would be because I was dead on the floor.... Here, zip me up." She walked to him and lifted her hair. "Please?" she asked as an afterthought. "And thanks for picking up for me. I didn't like what I was going to wear, and had to decide on something new."

As he zipped her, it was hard ignore her bare back, the sexy black dress, or the line up the back of her black stockings that sent a charge through his groin that he couldn't explain. Her red stilettos sat on the bathroom counter as she walked back and finished applying her red lipstick. "How do I look? okay? I don't look like a troll do I?" she did a slow spin in front of him. "Say something, dammit! Oh wait, shoes..." she slipped into the heels. "Now." She posed like a model in one of the fashion magazines Nate had seen on his mother's coffee table. The ones he made sure to hide, or throw away, once the pages started sticking together. Nate fought the urge to adjust himself while she was looking at him. It wasn't an easy fight.

"Um... Yeah, great.... Really... cute." His mind raced for the words he normally used to tell his mom she looked ok to go out, but his mom never looked this hot, and he didn't want to embarrass himself. He finally had a chance to adjust himself when she turned back to the mirror, but she still saw him do it.

"So, this banquet-thingy... The... Literotica... Banquet?" He stumbled over his words. "What, exactly is that?"

Ginni jumped at the question, but recovered before answering, "The what? Where'd you get that silly name?" she pretended to put finishing touches on her already perfect makeup.

It's what's on the itinerary in the lobby... What's Literotica? Light erotica, is that like, soft porn, or something?"

"Hmm, what a silly name, one of the jokers must have thought it would be funny to.."

"I know what erotica is... Ginni," he interrupted, but her name still didn't flow from his mouth yet, "I'm eighteen, not eight. What I'm trying to figure out what the L-I-T means, light? Lit... like high, or drunk?

"I... I don't know what you mean," she continued to deny, "I said, it must be someone's idea of a joke. Maybe like, we write about things people want but can only fantasize about, and it should be treated like literature because... it is. I don't know. Besides, I have to go." she hurried, and grabbed her red sequined clutch from the bathroom counter and started out the door. Before it closed, her head popped back in, "Don't wait up!" and then was gone again.

"Yeah, whatever," he thought to himself as the door closed, and the latch clicked.

He'd been flipping though the channels for about an hour, and was bored. There was simply nothing on TV, and he wasn't in the mood for the stuff he usually read on his phone. He wished he had one of his mom's magazines to look at. Instead, he walked over to the window and looked down into the atrium. There was a large roped off area with people standing and chatting. "Must be the pre-banquet social..." He thought, and looked to find Ginni in the crowd. She shouldn't be hard to find, hot blond in a sexy black dress... wrong. Lots of blondes, natural and otherwise, and almost all of them in little black dresses. Some were definitely dressed to stand out though. There were several pink boas, a couple of women wearing ostrich feathers, and not much else. "Well, you're a couple of peacocks." chuckled Nate. "Wait, that peacock has a full beard!" People watching was fun; when noone could see him; and from nine floors up. He couldn't see faces, but faces weren't important since he didn't know anyone. Well, he knew one of them, and there she was. The red shoes caught his attention. "God, shes sexy even from here." he said out loud, and began to touch himself imagining she was the one doing it.

The people all turned at once and started to head for a set of doors. "Well, thats the end of my party," Nate grumbled. He started to turn back to the TV, cock still in hand. That's when he saw, her. In a room directly across from him was a girl; a naked girl! Except she had a drink in her hand and she was dancing to music he couldn't hear. She had obviously been watching him for a while, and waved emphatically. She moved her hand down and pretended to stroke what would have been her dick, and gave him a thumbs up. In fact, she set her drink down and gave him two thumbs up.

"Oh fuck!" Nate was mortified and quickly closed the curtains. "What the fuck was I doing? What did she see? For how long... oh fuck." He laid back on the bed and covered his face with a pillow. "Maybe I'll suffocate before I die of embarrassment."

After a while, he was almost over the shock of being caught, and risked peeking through the curtains again. Her curtains were still open, but she wasn't ithere. He noticed her bathroom shower set up was the same as his though. If she was in there, he'd know. He glanced down and the atrium was crowed with people again. "Dinner must be over," he said, and began to look for Ginni again. He decided he would need to find out from her what this was all when she came back. They were certainly having fun. "There you are," he whispered when he spotted her with a group of women all standing around the bearded peacock. Everyone was laughing and having a great time. "You'll have to introduce me, Ginny," he emphasized saying her name to try and get used to it.

He grabbed the curtains to close them, but there she was again. The girl across the atrium was no longer naked. She wore lingerie now, including a garter belt with thigh high stockings. This time though, she was holding a beer. She was dancing again however, and she was hot, and enticing. She was dancing for Nate, but she wanted to dance with him. She moved her hands like she was trying to pull a rope, moving him towards her as she danced. Nate had no idea what to do. He didn't know how to dance. He purposefully made some wild, erratic moves and fell back on the bed. He sat up and shrugged at her. She burst out laughing, or at least that's what it looked like. He realized he wanted to hear her laugh. What did she sound like?

When she stopped laughing, she looked back at him and held up one finger. She put her hands on her legs as she shifted her weight from left to right, swaying to an unknown rhythm. Nate did the same. She continued her movements, but held up two fingers. Now she placed her hands on her hips and began to move them as she swayed. Nate did as he was told and tried to move in time to hers. "It would help if I had music," he thought but then realized she was his music, he just had to follow her. She held up three fingers, and moved her hands to her shoulders and she blended them into her movements. Suddenly, Nate was lost. Rather, he was mesmerized, and stopped moving completely. She danced for a minute or two, maybe it was an hour, he didn't know or care, before realizing he had stopped. When she realized she'd lost him, she stopped and stared back at him. Neither of them moved. Nate realized he couldnt blink because he might miss something, and wondered if she blinked. Suddenly she was dancing again, but her dance had changed. She danced back and forth, side to side across the window. Her eyes locked on him. Finally stopping in the middle of the window, with her back to him. she slowly and teasingly lowered her panties, bending forward to give him a better view. She pulled a chair that was near the bed and sat in it with her feet propped against the window. Nate slowly shook his head, shrugged and said "What?" to her, as if she could hear him. She pointed to him, and them to herself as she spread her labia. She pointed back to him and made stroking motions. "What the hell?" he thought, but took out his dick and began stroking it for her. She clapped briskly, and gave him two thumbs up, and then continued to play with herself for him.

Nate heard the card-key fumbling at the lock and quickly jumped into bed. He couldn't find the blanket so he just covered himself with the sheet and pretended to sleep as he heard the door open, and two women giggling in the hall.

He recognized Ginni's voice. "No...no...NO! Shhh... Shut up, he's my nephew!" there was more than one person giggling but he only heard her whispers, "Ok... I'll see you for breakfast... I don't know, maybe.... He's a growing boy... I imagine he'll be starving, so probably... ok, ok, ok.... Shhhhhh!!!" There was more giggling as the door closed, and he imagined the sounds after that were from her as she stumbled across the room. The bed jolted, "OW! SHIT!"

"Ginni?" He pretended to wake up.

"Hey champ. Sorry about that," Ginni apologized and dropped her heels next to the bed as she walked around it to face him.

"Yeah, it's ok. I was sleeping."

"Sorry I woke you. It must have been a hell of a dream," she didn't care about her toe any more. Her eyes were fixated on him, part of him anyway.  Nate had left the curtains open, and light from the atrium, made the room brighter than he realized. The sheet covered his body, but the light created shadows around his contours. His aunt was staring at one contour in particular.

"What?" Nate didn't realize.

Ginni tried to look away, but not really. She couldn't. She sat on the bed, but her eyes didn't stray from their target. Now he realized.

"Sorry, I..." he started to cover himself with his hands.

"Don't be sorry," she moved his hands, "it's beautiful... May I?" her eyes darted back and forth from the shadow to his face only briefly waiting for his answer. Her hand hovered above his concealed erection.

It was hard to say no, even if he had wanted to, so he just nodded. Her fingers lightly traced the outline created by his member, and she dragged a lone fingernail up, following its ridge. He didn't have time to put it back in his underwear before jumping into the bed, so the realization that the thin bed linen was the only thing between him and another person's touch made him harder. He felt his cock twitch. It didn't matter that it was his aunt, it was another person; a hot, sexy blond wanted to touch him. She was touching him.

Ginni felt the twitch too. "You're hiding a weapon under there. The girls must love you," she whispered. "Does your mom know about this? No, of course she doesn't." she shook her head as she answered her own question. She continued to explore, though.

"Mom doesn't let me go out much," Nate whispered back. His eyes closed and his head laid back as he felt his aunt try to wrap her hand around his stiff member. He wished the sheet wasn't there. He opened his eyes again as he felt her weight shift as she leaned towards him, her face was now only inches away from his.

"The poor little fella..." she whispered. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, "ummm... Do you know how to kiss a girl?" she asked plainly.

"I kiss you hello and goodbye all the time..." he whispered defensively.

"No, that's how you kiss your aunt... I'm not your aunt on this trip, remember? I asked if you know how to kiss a girl..." with that, her tongue traced his lips and moistened them before her lips pressed against his. Her tongue found its way between both sets of lips and into his mouth. Nate responded, but it reminded him more of a sword fight than a kiss. Ginni pulled back slightly, "Relax, pretend I'm an ice cream cone," she kissed him gently again. She broke the kiss again, "That's better." She was right, it was.

"Now," she sat back and unzipped her dress, "give me your hand." Nate rolled onto his back and finally pulled the sheet away before placing his hand in hers. Her eyes went back to his erection, "Wow, it's even more impressive than I thought, but we're not there yet, tiger." She placed his hand on her now bare breast, "feel my nipple? Pinch it a bit... mmmm yes. The other one too... they get jealous of each other you know." She giggled at her joke and leaned down to kiss him again. He had figured it out this time, and returned her kiss with passion rather than awkwardness. He waited for her next instruction when she broke away again.

"This time," she pulled the top of her dress all the way down to her waist, "kiss my nipple... ahh... not so hard, remember the ice cream cone? yes... that's better..." She continued to guide him in the art of breast play, and he listened as if there would be a test afterwards. Finally, she lifted his chin and kissed him softly as she wrapped her hand around his manhood. "Now for this big guy..." she began to stroke him, "are you sure your mom doesn't know about him? Has she been holding out on me?" the pitch of her voice raised as she asked.