I dedicate this story to Bart.
Nephew is sexting his aunt while masturbating and sending her photos of his erect cock.
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Continued from Chapter 2:
The next day, his aunt sent him a text message. Unusual for his aunt to text him, she never sent him a text. He wondered what she wanted. Afraid to read the message for fear that she knew he had gone through her lingerie drawer, all that he could think about was she somehow knew that he had gone through her underwear drawer.
Suddenly feeling guilty, he imagined that she had video cameras in her house. Now he wondered if she saw him masturbating himself over her and her daughter's bras and panties. Now he wondered if she saw his cock in the way he'd love for her to see his cock. He wondered if she watched him masturbating his big prick in the way he'd love to see her and her daughter in their bras and panties.
'Oh, my God,' he thought while suddenly filled with dread.
Bart opened the text message with trepidation and read it with doomed dread.
"Hi Bart. Thank you for caring for the pool, taking in my mail, and checking my messages but did you think that I wouldn't notice you had gone through my lingerie drawer?"
Unable to continue reading, he was stunned. He was sick to his stomach. His aunt knew that he had gone through her bras and panties.
'Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I'm fucked! I'm so fucked!'
"I was young once too," she wrote and I understand that you may have a sexual attraction to me. I understand that you may have been horny but what you did in going through my intimate apparel is wrong, sexually inappropriate, and a violation of my privacy."
Chapter 3:
'Oh, Fuck,' he thought. 'I'm fucked now. At least she doesn't know that I'm sexually attracted to her daughter too. It would be worse, much worse, if she knew that I sexually wanted Faith nearly as much as I sexually wanted her. Actually, if I could only have sex with one, if I had to choose between the two, I'd have sex with my aunt before having sex with Faith,' he thought while imagining having sex with his aunt.
Yet, just as he knew he had made a mistake in not putting her lingerie drawer back in the order he found it, he suspected she knew that he was sexually attracted to Faith too. He was in their house alone. If he went through her lingerie drawer what was to stop him from going through her daughter's lingerie drawer too. Nonetheless, he was still floored that his aunt knows that he's an incestuous pervert with a bra and panty fetish.
She knows. His aunt knows that he went through her bras and panties while she was on vacation. Oh, my God. Sick to his stomach, he was so embarrassed that he wished he was dead. Totally exposed, he felt like such a pervert. All the while he was going through her underwear drawer, careful to put everything back in order, he never thought she'd know that he had gone through her bras and panties. What if his aunt tells her husband, his uncle, that he went snooping through her lingerie drawer? He hoped to God she doesn't tell his mother. If she did tell his mother, he hoped to God that his mother didn't tell his father.
'Oh, my God, what have I done?'
He needed to answer her. Only, what does he write? What could he possibly write to diffuse this terrible situation. Should he tell her that she was mistaken? Should he lie that he didn't go through her underwear drawer? Should he deny that he touched, felt, fondled, and sniffed her bras and panties? Or should he accept responsibility and admit his guilt? He didn't know how to handle this while still saving the close relationship that he enjoyed with his aunt. He needed to confront this head-on before his aunt told his mother, his father, his uncle, and his cousin what he had done. He needed to apologize to his aunt for invading and violating her right to privacy and hope she keep what he did between them.
"Hi Aunt Lily. I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry," he wrote. "Please don't tell my mother. I promise not to do anything like that again. With my raging hormones getting the better of me, I was just curious," he wrote in his text message. "I just wanted to see your bras and panties."
'Maybe I should tell her that I have a bra and panty fetish,' he thought. 'Maybe that would dissuade her from thinking that I'm sexually and incestuously attracted to her even though I am. Only, if I told her that I had a fascination with bras and panties, she may think that I'm a cross dresser, a transgender, or a drag queen homosexual who enjoys wearing women's clothes,' he thought.
He doesn't enjoy wearing women's underwear or women's clothes. He just enjoyed touching, feeling, fondling, and sniffing his Aunt Lily's and his Cousin Faith's panties and bras. He just enjoyed masturbating over their bras and panties while imagining his aunt and cousin wearing them. Wondering what color and style of panties and bras that women are wearing, he just secretly enjoyed playing his bra and panty guessing game. Incorrigible while showing no remorse for what he had done, he wondered what color and style bra and panties his aunt was wearing now.
Nonetheless of him thinking of his aunt in her bra and panties now, he could never face his aunt again. She was his favorite aunt and he had just ruined the close relationship they enjoyed. She'd never trust him alone in her house again. He was so embarrassed. He felt like such a pervert. He wondered if his aunt told Faith that he had gone through her underwear drawer. He wondered if Faith knew he had gone through his aunt's underwear drawer too?
Doubly embarrassed, he'd feel like such a lowlife if his cousin thought he was a pervert too. With the blabbermouth that Faith was, she'd tell all of her friends, who are some of his friends too, that he had gone through her mother's lingerie drawer while they were on vacation. If Faith knew that he had gone through her mother's bras and panties, it wasn't much of a leap for her to think that he went through her bras and panties too.
Then, as if she was sitting there waiting for his text, he was surprised when his Aunt Lily immediately responded to his texted message.
"I'm flattered that someone wants to see my bras and panties," she wrote with a smiley face.
After having listened to his aunt complaining to his mother over the speaker phone, she was obviously referring to her husband not paying any sexual attention to her. Unless she had a boyfriend or a secret admirer other than him, most definitely, he figured she was referring to her husband ignoring her on their vacation. Normally a MILF of a woman who was sexually frustrated would be ripe for the taking but this was no ordinary woman. This was his aunt. This was his mother's sister. This was his Cousin Faith's mother. What's wrong with him to even think of his aunt strutting around in her bra and panties? How dare he think of his aunt in such a sexual way?
It was one thing to go through his aunt's lingerie and masturbate over her lingerie but it was quite another thing to go down this incestuous road by continuing this sexting conversation with his aunt. Only, now that she started it, he couldn't stop it. Imagining his aunt sitting on her bed in her bra and panties sexting him, he couldn't help himself from responding in kind. Before writing what he was thinking, he needed to show some restraint. He needed to control himself from allowing his sexual hormones to enflame his sexual lust for aunt. He needed to stop sexting his aunt.
The worst thing he could do is to allow the sexual attraction that he felt for his aunt to take control of his commonsense. The worst thing he could do is to allow the brain in his penis to control the brain in his head. Yet, nonetheless his reservation in putting his foot in his mouth, he put his foot in his mouth. He couldn't stop himself from confessing his forbidden, incestuous, sexual attraction to his Aunt Lily.
"I'm so very sorry," he wrote again. Then, taking a leap of faith, he confessed his sexual desire for his aunt. "I've always been sexually attracted to you."
There it is. He wrote it. As soon as he wrote it, he was sorry that he wrote it. He felt like such a perverted fool. He couldn't believe he admitted his sexual attraction to his aunt but he just did. If it wasn't enough that he went through his aunt's underwear drawer and if it wasn't enough that she now knows that he did, God only knows what she thinks he did to her bras and panties. Maybe she thinks he wore them. Maybe she thinks he masturbated himself while touching, feeling, fondling, and sniffing her bras and panties before ejaculating his cum all over them. Now, he just hung himself by not only admitting that he went through her lingerie drawer but also by admitting his sexual attraction to her.
'How dumb can he be?'
"Thank you, Bart but I'm more than twice your age. More than that, I'm your aunt. Sex between an aunt and her nephew is forbidden. With us blood related, that's incest," wrote Lily, this time adding a winking smiley face.
This time she sent him a winking smiley face? Unsure what to write in response to her, he wondered her meaning.
'Who mentioned sex? What does she mean by mentioning incest? He didn't mention having incestuous sex with his aunt but she did. What did she mean by sending him a winking smiley face? Oh, my God, this sexting conversation is escalating out of control.'
He felt as embarrassed as he felt confused. Only, his sexual excitement for his aunt trumped all of his other emotions. Going for broke, with nothing to lose now, after having had already admitted his sexual attraction to his aunt, why not confess the rest?
"I have a bra and panty fetish. I don't wear them or collect them, nothing like that, but I've always wondered what you looked like in your bra and panties. I took a pair of your bra and panty out and laid them on the bed as if you were there wearing them," he wrote. "I imagined you there with me on your bed while you wore nothing more than your bra and panties."
Nervous and embarrassed, albeit sexually aroused, he wondered what his aunt was thinking. He wondered if his aunt would text him in response to his confession. He wondered what his aunt would write in response to his confession, that is if she responded at all to his perverted text at all. Sure enough, within seconds, she sexted him again.
'He couldn't believe he was not just texting his aunt but also sexting his aunt,' he thought with sexual excitement.
