This is part of a series of unrelated yet similarly themed fictional short stories entitled MATURE SECRETS. They can be read in any order. All characters are fictional, and all are over 18.
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You could tell at a glance that my three aunts are sisters. My dad's three sisters share many similar facial features. They have the same color strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. But what is different is that all three have slightly different shapes. Aunt Kathy, the oldest at forty-two, still has a very slender body. Aunt Kim, the youngest at 36, has a pretty average sized body, a little more meat on her but still trim. Aunt Valerie, at thirty-eight, is a little heaver. Not chunky, just a little more meat on her thighs. It was sort of like looking at the same woman in a carnival fun mirror. And their breast sizes were different, too. Having snuck into their dressers and suitcases before, I know that Kathy's bra size is 36A, Kim's is 36B and Valerie's is 38C. I was attracted to all three depending on my mood, but frankly Valerie's large breasts occupied more of my fantasies than the others.
I was asked by Aunt Valerie to baby-sit her and Kim's boys one Friday night when Valerie's husband was going to be out of town. Kim and Kathy were coming into town, and all three were going to go out to a bar with an old friend. Since they would be getting home late, Valerie said I should spend the night at her house. My two young boy cousins were no problem, and went to sleep without hassle, which gave me time to snoop around Aunt Valerie's house and check out her underwear drawers.
The three aunts came home after 1:00AM, dead drunk. They shouldn't have been driving. After Valerie and Kim checked on their sons, they retired to the family room for more beers. Since I was supposed to sleep on the sleeper sofa in the family room, I had nothing else to do but join them and watch them drink. They were so wired that they were still standing, or leaning against the adjoining kitchen's island, drinking and munching on snacks. They invited me to join their circle, and they continued their drunken conversation.
They were talking about men they noticed at the bar. As they spoke, Kim drunkenly leaned into me. Her shoulder was rubbing against mine, and I enjoyed the physical connection. She put her arm around me, and I took the opportunity to put my left arm around her small waist. Valerie moved closer and pressed her large breast into my right shoulder. Kathy stood across from me, giving me a sexy smile.
Valerie, loud and boisterous, asked the others, "Wasn't that guy in the red shirt a hunk?" The others loudly agreed with her. It was strange hearing my aunts discuss a man's sex appeal.
"How old do you think he was?" asked Kathy.
"Barely twenty-one," replied Kim. So they were horny, and like their men young. This conversation was turning me on. But I was also feeling a little self-conscious being in the middle of it.
"Brandon, how old are you now?" asked Kathy. Considering the discussion, the question made the other two laugh, and me blush.
"Eighteen," I replied.
"That's right, you just had a birthday! And I forgot about it!" exclaimed Valerie, her face just inches from mine. "Happy birthday!"
Valerie gave me a bug hug. I took the opportunity to hold on tight so I could feel her big breasts press into me.
Kim said, "Eighteen! You're legal now, you're not jail bait." The others giggled at that. I just gave an embarrassed grin.
Valerie offered me a beer, even though I was still too young to drink. I declined. I really wanted a beer, but I was still afraid they would tell my parents.
Kathy said, "It's ok, we won't tell your parents," but I still declined.
"Yeah, it's after midnight," said Valerie. "We have an agreement. Anything that happens after midnight stays here."
"That's right," affirmed Kathy. Kathy walked around the island and gave me a birthday hug also. As we hugged, she kissed me on the cheek. I went to kiss her on the cheek, but as I did Kathy turned her head and kissed me full on the lips. I was startled at first, but when she kept right on kissing me, I kissed right back. Kathy slid her tongue into my mouth, and we French-kissed in front of my other aunts. It was strange kissing my forty-two year old aunt, but I really enjoyed it.
When Kathy finally came up for breath, her young sister Kim said, "My turn," and also slid her tongue into my mouth. She also slid her hands down my back and subtly squeezed my ass. My hands were on her sides under her arms, and as I lowered them to break free, my right hand accidentally brushed her left breast over her blouse and bra. It really was an accident, but she must have thought it was deliberate, because she dropped a hand down and brushed it over my crotch. When I offered no resistance, she placed her hand squarely on my cock and squeezed it. "It's OK, it's after midnight," she slurred.
Kathy and Valerie were having a drunken conversation, but when I glanced over they were watching Kim and me. I was still sober and self-conscious, but when Kim took my hand from her waist and slid it up over her breasts, I couldn't resist fondling it over her blouse. When I'd inspected Kim's bras in the past, I noticed that they had no extra padding at all. And now I was feeling just the thin fabric of her bra cup, and her squishy tit underneath it. My heart was pounding as I wondered how many times I had fantasized about doing this - feeling any of my aunts' tits, and now it was a joyous reality.
I felt more than two hands on my body. Valerie was squeezing my ass also. Kim reached up and unbuttoned her own blouse a little, reached inside, and pulled her left breast out of her bra and rested it on top of her B-cup. I immediately fondled her bare breast.
"Kim, you have to share! Mom always said that we should share," said Valerie to her younger sister.
Kim stopped kissing me and said, "She didn't mean boys!" As she stepped back, I got a good look at her bare breast, white with nice pinkish-brown areola and hard nipple.
"Well," said Valerie, "If you can do that, I can do that." Valerie pulled her sweater up, past her midriff, and exposed her big white bra. She bunched the sweater under her arms, reached inside her bra C-cups, and plopped both of her breasts out. They rested on her cups, giving me full view of them. They were beauties. They were white, with same color areolas as Kim's, but bigger in proportion with her larger breasts. I stood still holding onto Kim's waist, gawking at Kim's one and Valerie's two bare breasts. Kim pulled her other breast out, and Kim and Valerie thrust their chests out like two preening peacocks.
Kathy said, "That's not fair, my boobs are little!"