There was a wedding in my family; a family which has an abundance of beautiful and sexy women. It didn't miss my attention that most if not all of them seem to like me, with more than just family affection, and I have learned to take advantage of that good fortune. At twenty-five I'd already shaken the family tree and enjoyed half a dozen fruits - aunts, cousins and one in-law; no hang-ups haunt me. I know that six will not be the final score, because even when I try to keep my distance there is always one or two sending me sexual signals and my attitude towards women is the same as that towards food - don't waste.
At the wedding reception I was seated at a big table along with my parents, sister, brother, and five other relatives, including my mom's youngest sister Debbie, a stunning thirty-five year old. She was childless and unmarried. Whenever we met, even during my childhood Debbie had a way of looking at me with piercing eyes and a slow smile that seemed to say 'I know your secret', and it didn't help that her eyes were a cat-like light olive on a dark brown face. It used to have a scary effect on me in my early years, but as I grew older I found it very attractive and sensual. Until a year ago she had been living in a far off region of the country where she was a teacher, but now worked in the city as an education officer.
I noticed that Aunt Debbie was turning down every offer to dance from male guests, including family, she was sitting between me and my mom and I overheard mom say:
"What's wrong with you girl, you hoping for Kenrick to pop up out of thin air and take you onto the dance floor? It's not going to happen, he's gone out of your life ... for good. You'd better accept it and move on fast, you're not getting any younger."
"Leave her alone ... and it's about time you do some moving yourself, old girl," my dad said, dragging mom up out of her chair.
Aunt Debbie simply gave a little laugh and reached for the rum bottle on the table. I watched as she poured a generous shot and mixed it with a little ginger ale. She downed it all in two swallows a minute apart. I reached across for the same bottle and my arm brushed hers, sending a nice feeling through me. After taking a sip I looked at her and said:
"Don't let mom get to you, you know how she is"
She turned and looked into my eyes, which is exactly what I wanted.
"Does it look like she's gotten to me?" she asked in a mocking way, followed by a suck-teeth and a little laugh.
Since I grew up and started noticing her as a woman, those eyes always drove a heat into me. I let my eyes drop to her bosom for a lingering look, and the combination of sexy eyes and attractive boobs caused a stir in my crotch. I'd felt that movement a few times over the years when near to her, but I'd never had the chance to test the waters of her pool. As I looked at her I felt that the time was right. She took another drink and I smiled inside. Fifteen minutes later when mom came back to the table, she said to me:
"George, drag yuh aunt off her ass and onto the dance floor before she gathers cobweb."
Debbie laughed, and I was out of my chair like a jack in the box with my hand outstretched. Debbie took my hand and got up, shaking her head resignedly and glaring at her older sister. She followed me and my half boner onto the dance floor which was overflowing with couples slow dancing. I was happy that the lights had been considerably dimmed a while back. I took Debbie into my arms and pulled her close. She let her slim body lean into mine. The soft body and sweet perfume combined with the thought that my cock was so close to really fine pussy, made my body tingle and before you could say knife, I had a full blown erection that I pressed into her thigh every time we made a turn or was bumped by other dancers.
As we came to the end of the lengthy song, I let my cock rest firmly and comfortably against her, and as the DJ moved us smoothly into a slower song, I pulled her closer, leaning my cheeks onto hers. Shortly after, I moved my body over to the right and deposited my hard cock plumb on her private sponge. I kept it there, gently rolling my hips and applying some pressure.
"Please keep it in mind that it is your aunt you're dancing with," she whispered in my ear. But her tone was jovial.
"I will," I said, but did not relinquish the close body contact.
All I did was cease the rolling of my hips, but the pressure of cock on pussy as we moved, remained. At the end of the song she started to release me, but I kept my hand around her lower and upper back.
"You'd better remain here a while longer, if you don't want to have your sister kick your sweet butt back onto the dance floor," I said
She sighed and I felt the soft bosom rise against my chest, "I think I'll take your advice ... but, how do you know my butt is sweet?" she asked, leaning back and looking at me.
"Seeing is believing, and there's a connection between the eye and the tongue ... you never looked at a cake and felt the taste?"
"Don't think it works that way for me, mine is more like a connection between smell and taste ... and anyway, my butt is not a cake." She said.
"I got the taste though, and it's only because the cake is not cut yet that I haven't taken a piece.
She laughed heartily, causing bosom and pussy to rock against their respective support.
As the song progressed, I once again guided my cock plumb onto her pussy and started a slow grind, with much more pressure than previously. Though she did not reciprocate the action she didn't pull her body away from the stimulation. After a couple of minutes, following an extra hard grind, she said:
"You seem to have really forgotten that you're dancing with you aunt."
"No, I haven't, but I think he has."
"Who?" she asked
"The little guy down there," I said, bouncing him against her girl.
"Oh, well please do remind him. And I wouldn't call him little."
"I can try but I can't promise he'll listen to me. When he gets it into his head to explore, he just pushes on, whether I want him to or not," I explained.
She threw back her head and laughed, "Sounds like a stubborn little ... I mean, big fella, just like his daddy. Well I guess if that's how he is we'll just have to accommodate him the best way we can, but he should take into consideration that there are other folks around and his actions might be frowned on."
"I think he's banking on the darkness to hide his movements."
We moved into the next song and soon after, I realized she was matching my moves, even opening her thighs a little bit to make things easier and hotter. We continued like that for a couple more songs ... no talking, just a smooth and not so subtle enjoyment of each other's body until the DJ announced that he was moving into some hip hop.
"No jumping about for me, these heels are killing me," Debbie said.
When we got back to the table only mom and an old aunt were there. Mom gave us a little applause.
"That was a long session," mom said, smiling
"I decided to do all my dancing for the night at one go, so that's it for the night for me. I'll just sit here and watch the action ... So will you please leave me alone?"
"I hope this is the beginning of your new beginning," mom said, reaching over to hug her sister.
About two hours later an old aunt asked Debbie for a lift home. And much to the ire of my siblings, mom decided that she wanted to leave as well. Because we all had come in the one car, there was no arguing.
Three days later, after I got home from work mom asked me to drop by Debbie's and collect the customary little box of wedding cake that guests are usually given. The mother of the bride had dropped off a few boxes at Debbie's for some other family to pick up because of her home's central location.
I pretended to be not too eager to make the trip, but then agreed to. I didn't want mom having even the slightest suspicion of my interest in her sister. When I got there at about 8 pm I saw my Uncle Eddie's car outside the house. Debbie let me in and in a low tantalizing voice said:
"The cake is cut, you can have your piece."
She laughed and walked away, her plump ass bouncing above slim, shapely thighs. Eddie and his wife Alicia were seated near a table on which were a bottle of rum, soda and a couple of beer bottles. When I sat down Debbie informed me that everybody else had collected; I was the last. She invited me to have a drink in the small gathering. I sat down, hoping the other two would soon be on their way. I wanted a chance to be alone with Debbie to pursue what we'd started the other night. There was no doubt she was game. There was something in the way she'd said the 'the cake is cut', obviously referring to our little exchange on the dance floor.
At one point when Debbie got up to refill an ice bucket I announced that I wanted to use the washroom. She told me to follow her. Uncle Eddie made a popular overused joke that guys drinking sometimes teased each other with, Implying gayness. A joke that I always found to be childish and distasteful.
"Remember that you suppose to stoop down."
"What makes you think your nephew is like you," his wife quickly countered, and I thought 'ouch! That must hurt.'
We all laughed at the smart retort, Eddie included, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn't too pleased about his wife upstaging him like that. If the rumors of his temper and quick hands were true then she was in for some trouble when they got home. His previous wife had left him because of abuse and his drunkenness. I followed Debbie, my eyes glued to the ass bouncing in the red, soft, tight shorts. As she placed the ice in the bucket, I stood slightly behind and to the side of her. I softly put my hand around her waist.
"I thought you wanted to pee," she said, looking down at my hand.
"I want cake," I said, lowering my hand to gently grasp a butt cheek.
She looked at me. "You want me to give you a stare?" she asked.
We both laughed, knowing she was referring to the way I used to be frightened of her staring eyes as a child.
"You'll have the time of your life getting rid of Uncle Eddie; you know he doesn't leave until he feels there's no more liquor around, I said, my hand still grasping the soft butt.
"I know," was all she said, then turned right around and looked me with her now likeable stare.
