Peter Loses Virginity to Aunt Delia

What was I thinking about nearly the whole way to Aunt Cordelia's house? My sister Kat. My stupid sister Kat. For nearly a year I had pestered her into telling me what happened when, shortly after she turned 18, she went on the mandatory journey to crazy Aunt Cordelia's. And for a year she wouldn't tell me a thing - not a thing!

What she did say was to "be open." What does that even mean? So here I was, on a daylong train ride into the country to a house I've never seen and to stay with an aunt I've never met.

I'm the second oldest in my family. Kat's 19, a year older than me, and my twin sisters, Alina and Alisa, are 17. In a year, they too will get on this very train. As the only boy in the family, I figured it was my duty to take charge. No more secrets. For sure I'm

going

to tell them what happens at Aunt Cordelia's. At least I think I will.

Kat was different after her visit. She seemed more confident and her and Mom were sure closer. They touched and hugged more than I'd ever seen. At the time I had no idea why.

The rumors were that Aunt Cordelia was either crazy, a witch, or so eccentric that no one would want to be around her. I pictured her as some old woman (she

is

Mom's older sister after all). I'd sure think twice if she offered me an apple.

When I stepped off the train, I saw no one on the platform. The train took off and I was left in this country town surrounded by fields and trees. I went inside to get my bags. Standing in front of the bag carousel was a woman dressed in black - black dress, black leggings, and a black shawl that mostly covered her face.

"That's my bag!" I said, stepping forward.

"Of course it is, Peter," the woman said.

"You know my name," I said, pulling myself up to my full 6'1" height and trying to be intimidating.

"And why wouldn't I know the name of my own nephew?" the woman answered, pulling back the shawl.

I was dumbstruck. The woman in front of me didn't look old at all. In fact, she looked as young as my mom. She had gorgeous brown hair that fell below her shoulders. Her blue eyes pierced right through me. I also noticed her figure - large breasts held tight by the black dress, which was slightly sheer. I could just make out her bra and panties underneath.

"Um," I stammered. "You must be Aunt Cordelia?" I said.

"In the flesh," the woman said, holding out her hand to me.

It was a delicate hand with slender fingers and long painted nails. I took it and felt how soft it was.

"Please call me Delia," Delia said. "Ready to go?"

I let go of her hand and followed as she carried my bag. At least Kat could have told me how beautiful she was! As I walked to her car, I couldn't help but stare at her fine ass, swaying back and forth - a thong showing underneath. She had this sexy aura about her. Not very aunt like.

And what a cool car she had! I'd never ridden in a Mustang GT convertible before. Slate grey with a spoiler and was it fast! We nearly ran a few people off the road on the way up to her place.

A giant iron gate opened to let us into Delia's property. Her house, her mansion, was on the top of a hill. I don't know what I was expecting, but not this. Beautiful woman, beautiful car, beautiful house. I started to figure I was going to enjoy myself here.

"You're at the top of the stairs to the left," Delia said as we passed in the enormous double doors. "I'm on the right in case you need anything."

That was a little strange, but whatever. I went up the stairs two by two and went into my room - my suite actually. Huge TV, couch, a place to eat, great view - and a bedroom with a king-sized bed.

"Come down when you get settled," Delia said from the front room. "I'll show you around."

"Great space," I said when I found Delia in the massive kitchen.

"Beer?" she said, holding out an ice-cold bottle of something I hadn't heard of. "It's legal here if you're 18."

"Sweet!" I said, taking the bottle and taking a big swig. "Oh! That's good!" I said.

"Glad you like it!" Delia said, opening a bottle for herself. "I grow the hops right here."

We toured the ground floor - sunken living room with an even bigger TV, deck overlooking the countryside with a pool, hot tub, and BBQ. The dining room was amazing with a huge chandelier and the biggest table I'd ever seen. And then there was the game room. I about shit my pants when we went through the doors. Every game box imaginable, each connected to more giant TVs. I was going to love it here.

"So, what's fun for you?" Delia asked as we sipped our second beer out on the deck.

"Um," I said, "I like playing video games. I'm also into volleyball and track. I run long distance."

"So, I've heard," Delia said. "I hear you're pretty good."

"I guess," I said. "I won first at state this year in the 5k, so I guess that's good."

"I'm impressed," Delia said with a slight smile. "Maybe some body-building too?"

As she said this, her eyes traveled down from my chest to my legs. It was something about the way she looked at me. It seemed more than just a passing interest. It was if she was checking me out.

"Sure," I said. "I go to the gym a lot. It's fun!"

As she checked me out, I checked her out. That dress was a killer. Out in the sun I could see her bra more clearly through the sheer fabric. Her breasts were two large globes and her nipples poked out from under her bra - straight ahead and large. I started picturing her without that dress on and I started to get aroused.

"Well," Delia said, returning her gaze to my eyes, "you've turned into quite a handsome young man. The girls must fawn all over you."

This was a sore spot. I was actually a virgin. It wasn't that I didn't like the idea of sex, I liked it a lot. I was just so busy and there seemed to be some family norm that you at least waited until you were 18 to have sex.

"Not really," I said, not sure what else to say.

"I find that hard to believe," Delia said with a slight smile. "You've got a great body."

"Um, thank you?" I said, a little unsure how to react to my aunt.

"Say," she said, getting up. "How about a swim?"

"Sounds good," I said, glad for the change in subject.

"Let's change and meet back down here," Delia said as she went inside.

I climbed up the stairs and noticed Delia's bedroom door was open. I peeked in as I went past and could see right into her bathroom. To my shock, she was naked! I was pretty far away but could see those incredible globes and her tits. She turned slightly in my direction to pull on her suit bottom and I could see her pussy was shaved.

I hurried so she wouldn't see me spying on her, went into my room and changed. I pulled off my shorts and underwear and saw that my cock was hard. I tried to think of something else as I put my suit on. I didn't want my aunt thinking I was perving on her or anything.

I got down to the pool first. I sat on one of the chaise lounges and tried to think of something, anything, to take my mind off my aunt's body. That worked until she came out of the double glass French doors and onto the deck.

She was wearing a two-piece white swimsuit that tied around her neck. It barely contained those large globes of hers. The bottoms were a small triangle of white fabric, tied on the sides, with black trim and a crisscrossing black cord across her mound - like shoestrings, tied at the top.

I must have been staring a little too long.

"Seems like you approve of my suit, Peter?" Delia said.

I pulled up my eyes and saw her smiling face.

"Um, oh yeah," I said quickly. "It's great!"

She sat down on the lounge next to me, arranged a towel, then started applying sunscreen. Her hands glided over her petite legs. As she rubbed her stomach, I willed her hands to dive under her suit and rub her boobs. When she stroked her inner thighs, I wanted her to expose her pussy.

"Help me out?" she said, holding out the bottle.

"What?" I said, breaking out of my daydream. "Where?" I asked, taking the bottle and squeezing some of the white liquid onto my fingers.

"Shoulders, and back, if you please," she said, turning her back to me.

This was crazy, and as I touched and rubbed her shoulders and back, my dick started dancing in my suit.

"That's great, thanks!" Delia said, laying down on the chaise lounge with the back angled up so she could see me.

To distract myself, I applied sunscreen on my legs and stomach. Delia watched me carefully. Was she trying to make sure I applied it correctly?

"Do your back?" she asked.

"Thanks," I said, handing her the bottle.

She put sunscreen on both hands and began rubbing it all over my back and shoulders. Her hands were soft and her touch magical. It felt like a massage as she worked the sunscreen into my skin. As her hands stroked the sides of my waist, I fantasized that she would put her hand down the front of my suit and feel my growing erection. She didn't seem to notice.

"Feels good to get covered all over like that, huh?" she said.

"Oh yeah," I said, laying down on the lounge. "Felt great!"

"So," Delia said after a few minutes of silence, "not even a girlfriend?"

I hesitated for a moment before answering. "Not right now. I was seeing someone from school for a while."

"Ah," she said, looking at me. "I'll bet she was beautiful."

"Um, yeah. Very pretty for sure," I said.

"Were you guys close?" Delia said, sitting up.

"What do you mean, close?" I asked, looking back.

"Physically," she said, not taking her eyes off me.

I was getting embarrassed. "We, um, we kissed some if that's what you mean," I said, looking away.

"I didn't mean to pry," Delia said, not moving. "Just kissing, huh?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Did she want to do more?"

This was getting very personal. "She did," I answered.

"And why didn't you?" Delia asked.

I looked over at Delia, who met my gaze with a frank look on her face. "To be honest, I thought she was a bit immature for an 18-year-old."

"Ah," Delia said, laying back down and looking out at the pool. "So, you're looking for someone more mature."

"I guess," I said, not sure at all where this conversation was going or why she was being so intrusive.

"Have you ever thought about being with someone older?" Delia asked.

I thought about that for a moment. What was she getting at? "If the opportunity presented itself," I said, "and she was really good looking, I suppose. I've never thought about that as a possibility."

"Of course," Delia said. After a pause she said, "If your girlfriend had been mature, what would you have liked to do with her, specifically?"

"Isn't this getting a little personal?" I said, looking over at her.

She smiled. "Humor me," she said.

This was a strange conversation to be having with my aunt but ... everyone said she was eccentric. I decided I'd teach her a lesson for asking.

"Well," I started, "I'd love to have her suck my dick and cum in her mouth. Then I'd love to fuck her in the ass!"

"After you'd recovered, of course," Delia said, seemingly not phased at all.

"Well, sure," I said, a little taken aback.

"Sounds like fun," Delia said, still looking out at the pool.

"Huh?" I said, looking at her.

She turned to me and smiled again. "I said, thinking about sucking on your cock sounds like fun. Does it to you? Would you enjoy me giving you a blow job, Peter?"

I just stared at her in amazement. "You want to suck my dick?" I said incredulously.

Delia nodded. "I've noticed how hard it was getting while you watched me come out in my suit, and when I applied sunscreen to your body."

She said this in such a matter-of-fact way, like it wasn't any big deal to talk about your nephew's erection.

"I'm kind of embarrassed that you saw me that way," I said, putting my hands in my lap.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed," she said, "and don't cover up. I love that I turn you on."

"You do?" I said.

"Oh yeah," she said, sitting up and facing me. "Listen, I know what you're thinking, that I'm your aunt and all, and that this conversation is inappropriate."

"Um, yeah!" I said, noticing that she had spread her legs apart just a bit.

"If I wasn't your aunt, would you want to fuck me?" she said, spreading her legs just a little more apart.

I found my eyes travelling down to her crotch. We hadn't gone in the pool, but I noticed a damp patch on her suit.

"See, you're turning me on too," she said. "So, would you?"

"Would I what?" I said, feeling a little lightheaded and feeling my dick move sideways in my suit as it grew.

"Fuck me if I wasn't your aunt," she said.

I looked up into those wonderful blue eyes and soft featured face. I could see the outline of her nipples clearly through the fabric of her suit. Her stomach was flat and her legs beautiful - and then there was that damp patch. Sexy as anything, no matter her age.

I nodded, a little sheepishly. "I would," I said, "if you weren't my aunt. That's incest."

"I have this little saying I tell all my guests: 'What happens at Aunt Cordelia's stays at Aunt Cordelia's.'"

"So?" I said.

"So, here you can do anything your heart desires. There's no judgment, no one from the outside, and all feelings are valid."

"Even the feeling that my aunt is turning me on?" I asked.

"Especially that one," Delia said.

"The thought had never crossed my mind," I said, "of fucking my aunt."

"Of course not," Delia said, putting a hand on my knee. "But now that you've thought of it, can you think of anything else but stuffing that big cock of yours in my wet pussy?"

"Not really," I said, honestly. "But, there's something you need to know."

"Oh, I already know," Delia said. "You're a virgin."

"Shit!" I said, looking away and once again embarrassed.

Delia pulled my face back to her. "I would be honored to be your first, Peter. I've done this before. I'll treat you with lots of gentleness. You'll do great, I promise!"

"I don't even know what to do," I said.

"Leave that to me, Peter," Delia said, slowly caressing my leg. "Now back to that cock of yours. Would it like to come out to play?"

I looked down at my crotch. My dick was so big and hard it tented up in my suit. I unconsciously clinched my muscles and it spasmed up.

"Looks like it does," Delia said, moving her hand up and placing it over my dick.

"Oh!" I said, feelings of pleasure shooting through me.

"Feel good?" Delia asked, grasping my cock and squeezing it in her hand.

I looked up in her eyes and said, "That feels awesome."

"And that's just the beginning, Peter," Delia said. "Like I said, let's take this slowly. Your cock feels pretty amazing to me too. I can't wait to see more of it. Are you okay with that?"

I nodded numbly.

"Just lift yourself up slightly," Delia said. "That's right. Now, let's get this suit off you."

She pulled on my suit, and it came down to my knees. She kept pulling and quickly got it off me entirely. My dick sprang up in the air and stood straight up, throbbing slightly.

"It's so beautiful," Delia said. She grasped my dick and squeezed again, running her hand up and down my shaft. It sent chills running through my body.

"I've never, um, done anything like this ..." I stammered, staring at her hand.

"By the time we're done, you'll be an old pro," Delia said. "Do you mind if I kiss it?"

"Not at all," I said.

Delia leaned down and gently put her lips on the head of my cock. She then licked across it.

"Oh, fuck!" I said.

Delia looked up at me and smiled. "You're going to love this."

She opened her mouth, and I saw my dick disappear into her mouth. I felt a sudden warm wetness envelope my cock as she went down on me.

"You taste great!" Delia said, coming off. "I want more!"

"It feels too good," I said. "What happens if I cum?"

"Don't worry about that," Delia said, using her hand again to run up and down my dick. "You're going to need to cum soon. I want you to cum in my mouth, Peter. Can you do that?"

My eyes widened. "You want me to?"

"Oh yes," Delia said, positioning her mouth over my cock. "I will love eating your cum."

She opened and as she went down, I felt that warm, wet feeling - coupled with pressure. She was sucking in on my dick, moving her mouth up and down and twisting her hands at the base of my cock.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. I felt a surge of incredible pleasure start from the base of my cock. It shot up into my chest and moved up from there and down to my toes. As the pleasure rocketed up to the tip, I felt the urge to clinch my dick.

In a sudden release, I felt myself pumping out cum into Delia's mouth. With each pump, new feelings of unbelievable pleasure shot through me. And with each pump, Delia swallowed and kept sucking on me.

I must have pumped ten or twelve times into her mouth. When I was done, she came off and started licking my dick head, putting her tongue into the small hole in the top.

"Wow!" I said, still reeling from the experience.

"See?" Delia said, wiping white cum off her mouth and licking it off her fingers. "You did great!"

"Let's give your guy a little rest while we go up to my bedroom." Delia said, standing and taking my hand.

We walked into the house and up the stairs. I walked behind her and had a close-up view of that great ass. I realized that soon I was going to get even more personal with it, and every part of Delia's body.

I wasn't sure what was happening to me, thinking about fucking my aunt, but I felt too good to resist, and she was just too sexy to say no!

"Have you ever seen a naked woman?" Delia said as we entered her room.

It was big - a sitting room with a giant corner window overlooking her estate, a bathroom to the left, and her bedroom straight ahead. Delia was standing in the middle of the room.

"I haven't," I said.

"Let's take care of that," Delia said, approaching me.

She pulled on my t-shirt, and I let her lift it off over my head. She ran her fingers over my chest and down to my dick. Then she kissed me. She tilted back her head, I bent down, and our lips met. Her tongue immediately entered my mouth and swirled around my tongue. I felt a surge of pleasure go through me. I'd kissed my girlfriend before, but not like this, and not as a prelude to fucking!

Delia stepped back and took my hand, leading me into her bedroom. A king-sized bed dominated the room.

"Why don't you help me out of this suit," Delia said, turning around so her back was to me.

I fumbled a bit with the ties but got them undone. When Delia turned back around, she let the suit fall off her breasts. There they were, two perfect globes with light brown areola surrounding large nipples that looked erect.

"Now the bottoms," she said, untying the strings from one side.

Her suit fell to the ground. Her body was absolutely perfect. Her large breasts, and her shaved pussy with its tender petals, dripping with moisture.

"You like?" she said, holding a breast and bringing it up to her mouth so she could lick on a nipple.

"You are gorgeous, Aunt Delia," I said, noticing that my dick was already starting to come back to life.

She approached the bed and offered a nipple to my mouth. I took it in and licked it. It felt hard and spongy and tasted delicious.

"Mm," Delia moaned. "Your tongue feels so good on my nipple. Now suck in and pull out - stretch my nipple out - yes! Oh, like that. Now do the other one. Fuck, Peter! Oooh! Pinch my nipples in your fingers. Yes, like that. Fuck, that feels good!"

She bent down and we kissed again, tongues trading mouths. I knew I was getting hard again and Delia apparently knew it too. She got down on her knees and took my dick into her hands.

"Let's get you ready to fuck your aunt," she said.

She kissed around my dick, licked up and down, then swallowed the whole thing. I have no idea how she fit it all in her mouth, but she went down to the base, sucked in, and pulled back up. It was an unbelievable feeling, and I was getting hard fast.