My Aunt Sarah

My Aunt Sarah - Part 10

"Okay, let's pause and take the time to recap; way back at the beginning, in this fictional story, over four weeks ago, I confessed to my aunty that I'd had a wet dream about her. This led to our first sexual encounter and an emotional journey full of love, lust, passion, and copious sex. Throw into the adventure my aunt's best friend who couldn't get pregnant with her husband and my aunt wanting me to help; let's say the experience got even more crazy. We are now at a place where my aunt's best friend, Liz, didn't get pregnant after our first encounter, but my aunt and I have just found out she, herself, is pregnant.

I suggest starting at the beginning. I still enjoy reading how this all started, but if not, here we go, the adventure continues..."

"We can't tell Liz, whatever happens, we can't tell Liz." My aunt's words resounded as we held each other on the bed.

We hadn't spoken in an eternity, and I didn't know what to say. I was a little nervous and scared and had many conflicting emotions.

Over the next few hours, nothing was said, and there were tears and sniffles. I tried to reassure her, but my words were empty.

It was now mid-afternoon, "So, the way I see it, we either go get some lunch somewhere or we crack on with the house."

"I don't want to do anything," was the simple reply from Aunty.

"Ok, you, we need to snap out of this; there are options," I tried to get her to at least start talking.

"Jim, I'm forty and pregnant for the fourth time with my nephew's baby; how the hell do we turn that into a positive?" She started to cry again.

"The only options I can see are we terminate the pregnancy, or I have a fourth child as a single parent; what other options do I have," she whimpered.

"I'm still here; I'm not going anywhere. Yes, I'm scared, but nothing has changed besides your pregnancy. I still love you; I still want you, and I still want to fuck you daily!" My aunty laughed a small laugh when I said 'fuck'.

"Will you want to 'fuck' me when I'm the size of a house?" She was starting to come around.

"Thinking about fucking you whilst pregnant is already making me hard." She laughed again.

"Look, we'll figure this out, but you are still my amazing aunt, Sarah; I want to spend all my time with you and making love to you is a bonus." I meant what I said.

She turned, kissed me hard and said, "Thank you."

My aunt stopped kissing me, looked me in the eye and said, "I'm hungry, and lunch is a good idea, but seeing as you have mentioned 'making love'......."

She gave me a wicked look; I didn't need to be asked twice.

I ripped at her clothes, she pulled at mine, and we kissed, squeezed, and struggled to get naked, almost falling off the bed. Eventually, clothes were discarded, and I was on top of her, piercing her love tunnel. "You ok," I asked concerned.

"It's amazing; it's as if knowing I'm pregnant has made the discomfort disappear. I can feel every bit of you, and it's the best feeling ever." She was panting and struggled to get her words out, gripping my arse cheeks tightly and pulling me in deeper. Her skin felt cold; I stroked her lumps and bumps and ground my hips into hers, not wholly fulfilling the lust to be as deep as possible. I wanted her so badly; it was torture that I couldn't simultaneously touch every part of her body.

I lifted myself slightly and took one of her beautiful nipples in my mouth to test the theory. I looked up at her face; her eyes closed as I sucked and nibbled. The areolas were slightly puffy, darker in the mid-day light; nipples engorged and red. Other than a creased forehead and gasps of ecstasy, she wasn't in pain. This was my signal; I entered as deep as possible, the tip of my cock knocking on the door of her cervix; each thrust met with encouraging noises from my aunty, her nails now deep in my back. Still inside my aunt, I lifted myself onto my knees, grabbing both breasts and thrusting manically. I watched every change in my aunt's face, looking for any negative signs; all I could see was intense concentration, happiness and wanting.

Her body now released from under me, she reached for her clitoris, stroking it wildly but purposefully. I was close; I knew it would be impossible to hold the flood back, "I'm going to cum," I warned my aunty.

"I'm close," my aunty returned.

A few minutes later, our bodies shook in unison; I seeded her deep, my aunt's hands now on my chest, bracing herself. As the pulses subsided, I collapsed on her and got my breath before whispering, "I'm not going anywhere; you are stuck with me."

"Good, because I'm yours, I love you," she panted. "Especially if you keep doing things like that with me," she laughed.

I laughed with her, the manic mess of the morning evaporating for now.

Not wanting to waste the rest of the day, we got dressed, had some lunch quickly, and got back on with the house. Having finished both of my cousins' bedrooms, we got going on my aunt's bedroom, clearing it back to a shell and setting up her mattress in the living room for us to sleep on. Everything she intended to keep was in the garage, and the rest was in the skip. Now, it was ready for cleaning and painting.

Falling asleep that evening, we cuddled tight, not letting each other go, mainly me reassuring her that everything would be okay. She reminded me we couldn't tell Liz; now there's a complication. What will happen now with the whole 'getting Liz pregnant'? That wasn't a discussion for now, however.

...

Over the next few days, we concentrated on my aunt's bedroom, the landing, and the stairs. By the time the following week had started, we had the walls and ceiling painted, the carpet fitter had been back to lay the same carpet as the rest of the upstairs, and I had all the new furniture built and installed. My aunty did the final 'titivation', curtains, cushions, and bedding, but by the end of Tuesday, her bedroom was complete and looking beautiful. She turned, hugged me, and said, "Thank you. I wish we could share this place forever."

I hugged her back, "It looks amazing, and you are welcome."

She kept her bed instead of replacing it; it was relatively new, along with the mattress. Her bedroom now had a fantastic emotion about it. The walls were two different greys, with one wall papered in a flowery wallpaper. Besides her bed, the bedroom furniture was light grey, and the bedroom was finished beautifully. I would have loved for this to have been my new, grown-up bedroom, but realistically, that would never happen. I'd enjoy the time that is possibly spent here for now.

....

We decided to take the day off on Wednesday, opting instead for a 'date day' in Leeds. We held hands constantly; we didn't care about the occasional glance; no one knew us. We went window shopping, bought a few things, and had lunch together. It was the sort of day both of us needed, enjoying each other's company without a care. My aunty got a text; it was Liz. She wanted to catch up and have a coffee and wondered if my aunt was free. "I'd better spend time with her tomorrow; she's done nothing wrong. I can't keep avoiding her."

I didn't realise my aunt had purposely avoided Liz; I assumed we had been too busy with the house, although I had wondered why she hadn't been around or called.

"Ok," I said, "Why not take her for a coffee tomorrow? I'll start on the living room."

"Are you sure," my aunt asked.

"That's what you are paying me for," I joked.

My aunt laughed, and we openly kissed in the middle of the restaurant; I wanted to touch her in all the right places but felt that would be pushing it.

We ignored the elephant in the room, my aunt, who was pregnant; we had a wonderful, relaxed, and fun day, caring nothing about the rest of the world, before returning home late to cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms.

...

Thursday was a new day; we both woke refreshed, kissed, teased, and touched each other up, but intercourse wasn't on the cards. We had breakfast and got dressed, and my aunty left to meet Liz, leaving me with instructions for tackling the living room. Apart from a few 'safe keeps', everything went in the skip. It took me all morning, but I had made good progress by the time my stomach was rumbling. This would be a tremendous job. I grabbed a quick lunch before spending the rest of the afternoon sanding and cleaning. When my aunty returned at teatime, the living room looked like a mess; there was still a lot to do before we could start painting.

"How was it?" I asked.

"It was good to catch up; I did feel terrible, though, not being able to tell my best friend I was pregnant." I hugged her as she talked.

"We talked about many things; she and Dave had been fighting, and tensions were high. I think it's because she had put all her hopes into getting pregnant the first time. She is very keen for next week when she will be ovulating again. She did wonder about another 'practice' run."

"And how do you feel about that," I interrupted.

"I said; things were all over the place, and it was probably best to stick to when she is ovulating. Being pregnant with your baby has changed my feelings about sharing you. I'm okay with you helping to get her pregnant when she is ovulating, but I don't think I'm happy with additional liaisons. Is that OK?" she asked.

"I never really knew how I felt anyway about the extras," I didn't want to admit how much I enjoyed the extra session with Liz last week.

My aunt continued, "She seemed to understand and was okay with it, but she is looking forward to next week, so you'd better get your 'deposits' in order." We both laughed.

The days were flying by; already, it was Friday. My aunty would go away for a few days the following Monday to pick up my cousins. My alone time with my aunty would then be gone, although there was still the week away in Tenerife to look forward to.

We needed to complete the living room before my aunt returned with my cousins on Friday. We continued to clean, scrape and clear until we were getting close to it being ready for painting. By Sunday afternoon, we'd laid down the first coat of paint and papered one feature wall.

It was late in the afternoon; I sat at the kitchen table, taking a break with a glass of coke. My aunty walked in to join me but hesitated at the doorway. She was wearing a brown corduroy pinafore dress that had ridden up her thighs slightly. Underneath, she had a simple white vest, clearly showing the lines of a white lacey bra. To me, she looked beautiful; my cock had twitched several times during the day, especially when she was on the step ladders.

Still standing in the doorway, she looked hungry; she wanted something. I'd seen that look before. I watched as she reached under her dress, pulled down her white lacy knickers, unhooked them off her feet, and threw them into my lap. "Turn your chair and take those shorts and pants off, now," she said demandingly.

I didn't mess around; I almost fell trying to do everything simultaneously. I was back seated; she walked over, grabbed my now hard cock, straddled and lowered herself on me. She was already wet; the muscles of her love tunnel gripped every part of my spear. Her eyes were closed, and she seemingly held her breath until she bottomed out, her arse cheeks firmly resting on my thighs.

Opening her eyes, she looked at me and said, "So I wanted to talk to you."

I laughed, "And you must be impaled on my cock; it must be serious?"

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard, lovingly, passionately. She had started moving her hips slowly, rhythmically, just enough to keep us both on high alert. My hands settled on her arse cheeks, moulding and squeezing as they rocked in my hands.

"I've been thinking about my pregnancy situation," she started to talk without losing momentum in her hips, rocking.

I started talking, but she stopped me with a kiss before saying, "Let me talk first, and then you can tell me your thoughts."

"Ok," was all I could muster.

"I think I want to keep it. I know it's my nephew's seed, but I don't care. I don't know how I'll explain it to friends and family yet; perhaps I'll say it was a one-night stand, but I know your cousins will be unbelievably supportive. They will want to look after and help care for it; I know they will. I couldn't stay here, though, as I'd need a fourth bedroom. I think I've found one for sale, easily affordable, and only a stone's throw away on the next street."

I was going to respond, but she shushed me again, "Wait, please, babes, I've nearly finished saying what I wanted to; I'm still nervous telling you this."

My aunt's admission that she was nervous prompted me to wrap my arms around her body and draw her closer and tighter.

She continued, "There's a two-bedroom apartment also for sale, three doors down from the four-bedroomed house for sale; I think I want to buy that, too, for you to live in. I want you to be a part of the baby's life; I know we can't go out and say you are the father, but I'd still like you to play a fatherly role if you want to. You don't have to; I know I will have loads of support, and I don't want to ruin your life; it's up to you." She stopped talking.

I hesitated before responding, checking that she had finished speaking but also feeling the need to move, pushing with my feet to drive my cock harder. I was still rock hard, even though this was a serious discussion. Her eyes widened as I started to say, "Yes, yes to everything; I don't know what will happen in two years, five years or ten years. I know I want you, and I know I want you to be happy. Being a father scares me, but I'm sure we can make it work, so yes!"

My aunty started to cry, kissed me and drove her hips and arse forward, pushing me deeper and deeper. "Are you sure? It's enormous, a massive commitment; you don't have to; I promise I won't think bad of you."

"I'm positive you are mine, and that means everything that comes with you," I replied again.

She had been thinking this through in detail over the last few days; she continued, "I thought we could flit between the house and the apartment, making sure we give each other what we both need. I've considered telling your cousins; they may understand, and it may become obvious, but let's think about that some more. Perhaps Maggie (Maggie was my eldest cousin) to start with, let's see."

"Whatever you need, I'm here for you," I said before standing her up, my cock popping out from within its cocoon. I then led her by the hand upstairs to my aunt's bedroom. We slowly removed each other's remaining garments before I laid her in the middle of the bed and made love to this remarkable woman, the mother of my unborn child. We did nothing more for the rest of the day except hold each other in bed and discuss many things we needed to plan.

Monday, wow, that came around quickly. It was mid-morning, and my aunty had left, headed to the coast to meet up with my cousins, who were still with their grandparents. I had started the second coat of paint in the living room; the carpet fitter was due Wednesday, so I had much to do. My aunty had also warned me that Liz would be ovulating this week, so I should expect a visit each day, maybe twice a day. My aunty purposely stayed away; she almost seemed resistant to the agreement. As she left, she became more accepting, "Please make sure you 'deposit' well; I'm not sure I can share you for much longer. Liz is my best friend, but I think baby hormones are already kicking in; I'm starting to feel a little jealous."

I replied, saying we didn't have to go through with this, but my aunty was torn with her emotions, "She needs this to work," I'll be back in a few days. Hopefully, that will be it over with.

I worked a long Monday to get as much done as possible. When a beautiful summer's day started to draw in, I was happy with my progress, knowing I could chill out the next day with only a little titivating. I slept well, although it took a while to drop off, contrasting thoughts of my aunt, worried for her, aching to protect her, yet wanting her here so I could ravage her body and expel copious amounts of semen in her exotic haven.

On Tuesday, I was awake early, so I cracked on with the little amount left before the carpet fitter arrived the next day. The sun was up, and I could smell the morning dew as I drank my coffee and ate my toast; it would be another beautiful day. By mid-morning, I'd done all I could; I'd cleaned up, and apart from the floor, the room looked great. The colours my aunty had picked finished it, a total contrast to how it had previously looked.

I sat down to rest, thinking I'd have five minutes to check my phone before I had to empty the room of all the decorating paraphernalia and hoover the bits off the bare and visible floorboards. I looked down at myself. I was going to need another shower. I had small splashes of paint on my arms and legs. My football shorts and training vest would also need a good wash. I was looking forward to getting my boots off; having worn them consistently over the last few weeks, my feet needed a rest; perhaps a soak in the bath was needed.

I heard a faint knock, and the front door slowly opened. Before I knew it, a small voice shouted, "It's only me. I just popped in to see how you were getting on." It was Liz; I wondered when she might venture my way.

As she breezed in, she caught my eye. I was still sitting, my back propped up against the ladder; I didn't get up but gave her a big smile and said, "Where have you been hiding? It's been a while since we last spoke."

"Busy then?" she giggled as she entered the living room. Her aroma breezed in, shrouding me in a beautiful flowery scent, and my insides were already on high alert. Add to the lovely smell, Liz was wearing loose-fitting white linen shorts cut mid-thigh and a blue linen shirt already unbuttoned to her cleavage, and my senses went immediately to a wanting state. I didn't think I was horny this morning, but instantly, I wanted to ravage her; I wanted to be deep inside her, fucking her hard and making her scream. Those thoughts meant only one thing: my flag pole stirred, and a tent was forming in my shorts that would be hard to hide if I didn't alter my position slightly. It would take me only seconds to unwrap her, have her clothes on the floor and my lips around her huge nipples. "Calm down," I chastised myself.

Bending my legs slightly, hoping it would hide the pole in my shorts, I retorted, "I've done as much as I can for now; I was just about to start cleaning up, ready for the carpet fitter tomorrow, and then have a soak in the bath. I'm filthy, and my feet are aching."

"Can I help?" Liz asked.

"With the cleaning up or the bath?" I laughed.

"Both," Liz said matter of fact, and I'm sure she licked her lips.

I didn't want to appear eager; I wanted to be inside her, but I didn't want her to be in control! Over the last few weeks, she had grown on me. From when I first started helping with her whole pregnancy issue, she had changed subtly. She had dressed womanlier yet alluring, wore less makeup and had a more natural look, looked well presented, and smelled wonderful. She certainly knew now how to lure me in.

I sensed she was as eager as me; although her shirt was loose, her nipples were protruding, and I took this to mean that she was even hornier than me. I thought of my aunt; she admitted to feeling jealous yesterday but wanted me to continue helping. I did feel slightly guilty, though; some of me still wanted to help Liz out, yet a part of me asked myself not to hurt my aunt. I balanced out my feelings, reassuring myself I was doing the right thing, and the horny feeling I had right now was natural and part of the process; I was going to be inseminating a woman; these were animalistic feelings that anyone would be feeling in my position.