I'm an average looking guy who comes from a tight family. My name is Michael. I am also someone with some special (to put it mildly) sexual desires.
I'll come out and say it: I'm attracted to some of my female relatives. I once got drunk at a party and propositioned my cousin. She had been kidding me about my being handsome and I jumped to the wrong conclusion.
As a result of this and other transgressions, I'm considered the family screw up by most of them. The main exception is my father's sister, Aunt Regina. She was about 27 when I started to think of her sexually. She had luxurious red hair and the typical pale skin and freckles. To tell you she was pretty is a criminal understatement. I would describe her face as "striking."
Aunt Regina also had a sexy body. She was plump but well proportioned, with a 36 inch bust and and ass that had to be 38 inches. She was also intelligent, having a Master's Degree in literature.
When I was a kid, I would spend some weekends at Aunt Regina and Uncle Harry's house and play games with their daughter, cousin Diane. When I was about 13 something strange happened. I came home from a visit to their house. As I lay in my own bed, suddenly, the image Aunt Regina, naked and sitting on my dick, popped into my head. It was weird, because I mainly interacted with Diane that weekend and didn't notice Aunt Regina at all, not in a sexual way. What was also weird was I was too young to have any ejaculate. When I tried to jerk off, my dick would convulse and nothing would come out.
From then on, I connived to come up with ways to see her naked body. I would wait for her to leave the shower and enter her bedroom. I timed it so I could walk past her room on the way to the bathroom and sneak a quick look at her while she dressed. This happened more than once.
As I became an adult life changed for me as it does for everybody. By the time I was in my 50's, my Dad and Uncle Harry had passed away, I was divorced, Diane relocated to another city and Aunt Regina moved into a one level condo.
Nowadays, most women my age are married grandmothers. The last thing on their minds is living the single life. The dating web sites don't work for me because the ones I like rarely respond to me. As for the young ones, they are 1)money hungry and 2)crazier than me, a guy who still fantasized about seducing his own aunt.
I would visit her from time to time. Even though she had more meat on her bones and wrinkles on her face, she still colored her hair. She looked so good to me that I still needed to jerk off when I left her and got to my place.
I began to do the math in my head and figured that this sexy, saucy, dynamic and intelligent woman had most likely gone without sex for more than 10 years, assuming she had had an active sex life with her husband in their later years. I decided to attempt to get her into bed. One Saturday in the spring I made a surprise visit to her place.
We hugged after she opened the door. She was wearing a powder blue housecoat and her red hair cascaded over her shoulders. For some reason, redheads look great in that color. I sat next to her on the couch.
We made inane small talk while I tried to remain calm and gather my courage at the same time. I cleared my throat and said, "I guess it gets pretty lonely sometimes without Uncle Harry."
"It does. Especially with Diane living in Chicago."
"I know what you mean. Since the divorce I feel so alone. At least we've always been able to make each other feel good.
"You're right."
