Staying with Aunt Cath

This is the second part of the story of Cath's niece, Jenny. Thanks for the support and comments for the first part. As a new author, it was hugely rewarding. I hope you like this second episode just as much.

"Penny is coming for the weekend," Cath announced.

"Aunt Penny?" Jenny asked.

"No; my little sister Penny who happens to be your Aunt but will not answer to the title because she is much too young," Cath replied, grinning as she got to the end of the sentence. Jenny grinned back;

"Point taken," she said, "which weekend is Penny coming?"

"This weekend; 'four days time' weekend; on Friday," Cath said.

"Great," Jenny said, "where is she going to stay?"

"With me. We've shared a bed plenty of times; it'll be fine," Cath replied.

"Wouldn't it be easier if I moved in with you and Penny had my room?" Jenny asked.

"Only if you want to alert her to the fact that we're having unbelievably good sex," Cath said, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Ah, okay; sorry." Jenny replied, feeling like an idiot. Cath hugged her, grinning at Jenny's slightly crushed look.

"No, I'm sorry, love," Cath said, "Penny will sleep in my big bed and you and I will behave ourselves."

Jenny didn't have any lectures on Friday so she stayed at home; at Cath's home; and helped Cath get ready for her sister's visit. They went to Tesco and bought enough food and wine to feed an army; and get that army very drunk. Then Jenny tidied around the living room while Cath prepared a chicken casserole in the slow-cooker. At three o'clock they got into Jenny's car and drove the few minutes to the train station.

It was a sunny autumn day and Penny was wearing a white shift-dress which buttoned from top to bottom. She had undone the top buttons down to her bra and the bottom buttons up to mid-thigh. She had wedge sandals on which accentuated her slim, tanned legs and the whole outfit showed off her cleavage, her pretty face and her dark, auburn hair, which was cut short and spiky. She looked ten years younger than her 38 actual years as she stepped off the train with her small suitcase. Cath and Jenny were on the platform waiting for her and they hugged and kissed before getting into the car. Cath turned round to talk to her sister as Jenny drove;

"Good journey?" Cath asked.

"Yes, fine," Penny replied, "the Wellingborough train was into St. Pancras on time, taxi to Victoria and an hour to here." Cath nodded, imagining the route in her head.

"How's Keith?" Cath asked.

"Oh, fine. He's looking forward to a few rounds of golf without me complaining about the amount of time he spends at the club, I expect," Penny replied. Cath and Jenny laughed.

"How are you, Jen?" Penny asked, "How's uni?"

"Good, thanks Aunt..." Jenny bit off the word almost as it came out of her mouth, "Sorry, Penny. I'm really enjoying the course and the university is really nice."

And what's it like staying with my horrible big sister?" Penny asked, grinning at Jenny in the rear-view mirror.

"Horrible? Horrible?" Cath said, indignantly. "When was I ever horrible to you?"

"When you broke Dad's favourite plant-pot and blamed me," Penny replied, pretending to sound put out.

"That was thirty-three years ago, for God's sake," Cath responded, laughing. Jenny grinned at the exchange between her two Aunts, thinking that the next three days were going to be fun.

"To answer your question, Penny, Cath is the perfect landlady, thanks," Jenny said, as they pulled up outside the house.

Once inside, Penny embraced Jenny again, saying,

"Oh, it's so good to see you, Jen. You look so grown up. You've blossomed into a really beautiful young woman; hasn't she Cath?"

"She certainly has," Cath replied, smiling at Jenny, "and she takes after her Mum; clean, tidy and helpful."

"Bloody hell," Penny laughed, "what a ringing endorsement of our sister that is; clean, tidy and helpful; you wouldn't want that on your gravestone, would you?" She and Jenny laughed at Cath's embarrassment;

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Cath said,

"Oh, no, Cath," Penny said, "you heard her, Jen. She basically called your Mum dull and boring which is a terrible indictment of a very sexy woman, in my view." She ducked as a tea-towel whistled past her ear.

"Shut up, Penny," Cath said, "or you'll be sleeping in the garden. Jen take fish-face's case up to my room, please." Jenny laughed as Penny poked her tongue out at her big sister.

They sat around the kitchen table, catching up on family news and gossip, for an hour or so before Penny banged the table;

"Sis! I've been here for bloody ages and you've not even opened a bottle of wine. What is going on? Your standards are slipping," she said, indignantly. It was Cath's turn to stick out her tongue this time. Jenny got three wine-glasses out of the cupboard while Cath got the white wine from the fridge.

Cath had cooked a delicious chicken and mixed bean dish and, as well as eating, the meal was spent laughing and gossiping and drinking. Once the dishwasher had been loaded, Penny stretched and said;

"I might just go up and shower and chuck my slobs on, if that's okay?"

"An evening in slobs sounds perfect," Cath replied.

They all went upstairs and, while Penny went into the bathroom, Cath slipped along the landing to Jenny's room. She waited for the noise of the shower and knocked gently.

"Come in," Jenny called. Cath slipped inside and whispered, loudly,

"Are you okay? Jenny smiled and said,

"Of course; everything's fine." She held Cath's shoulders and smiled at her, reassuringly. Cath kissed her on the forehead and winked at her before going back to her room.

Penny let the hot water wash over her for several minutes without moving, just to let it warm her muscles that ached from the travelling. Then she soaped up and washed herself. once she had rinsed all the soap off she stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the long mirror on the back of the door. She smiled at her reflection; her tits were full and round and showed no signs of age or sagging. Her flat stomach came from hours at the gym and she was proud of it. Her trimmed mound with its landing strip of short hair still looked good and her long legs were strong and shapely from the gym-work. She knew she looked good.

She dried herself and ruffled her hair to help it to dry quickly. She opened the bathroom door, holding the towel in front of her, and scooted round into Cath's room. She didn't hear Jenny open her door to go downstairs, just catching a perfect view of her Aunt's pert and muscular arse as it disappeared behind Cath's door. Jenny smiled to herself as she went downstairs and was still smiling while she got a few bowls of snacks ready and filled the wine glasses.

Once safely inside Cath's room, Penny dropped the towel on the floor. Cath was dressed in a just baggy t-shirt, as far as Penny could see, and was sitting on her side of the bed putting her hair up.

"That's a lovely shower, Cath," Penny said, rubbing body cream into her arms and shoulders.

"Yes, I upgraded the pump last winter. I'm really pleased with it," Cath said, turning to look at her sister. Penny was now rubbing cream into her tits and Cath was mesmerised by the sight. Penny's nipples were on high alert and standing out, almost pleading to be played with;

"Fuck, sis," Cath said, "your tits are amazing." Penny looked at Cath and grinned, saying,

"My prize norks; I'm really proud of them. A lot of hours have gone into making them look this good."

"Good for you. I don't have the patience for the gym, sadly." Cath said.

"You still keep yourself in trim though," Penny said, "you look bloody amazing for a woman of your advancing years." She ducked as a hairband flew over her head.

"Cheeky cow!" Cath exclaimed, laughing. She watched as Penny finished rubbing the cream into her legs before pulling on a black thong and bra. She pulled a t-shirt out of her case, slipped it on and shrugged at her reflection in the mirror. Cath smiled to herself. Penny had made that gesture since she was a little girl, once she was dressed. It seemed to Cath to be a way of saying, 'I cannot look any better than this,' without saying the words. Cath loved her for it.

Penny sat down on the bed looked round at her big sister;

"How's things, since your epiphany, you know?" Penny asked.

"Are you asking me about my sex life, Penny?" Cath asked, tersely.

"Yes, I am. I was concerned about you when you made your proclamation,"

"Oh, fuck off, Penny. You were the one who accepted it right away; what d'you mean you were concerned?" Cath asked.

"Concerned for your emotions, sis. I wasn't sure how happy you really were."

Cath relaxed; she knew her little sister well enough to know that when she talked about mental health, she wasn't joking around.

"I'm fine; I've been fine. I didn't have a breakdown or anything like that; I just didn't give myself time to work out who I was or what I wanted," Cath said, quietly.

"And do you know now?" Penny asked.

"Yes, and I'm very happy being bisexual," Cath said, "and very happy with my life." Penny reached over and held Cath's hand.

"Good; that's all I wanted to hear," Penny said, "come on, let's go and join our gorgeous niece." Cath got up and walked round her bed. She kissed Penny, softly, on the lips and they went downstairs.

Jenny had been busy; the lights were down and candles were lit. The low table had bowls of crisps and nuts and grapes and olives on it, as well as three large glasses of wine. Joni Mitchell's voice was coming out of the speakers and Jenny was sitting in the chair, her feet up on the seat, her hands hugging her knees. Cath and Penny stood at the bottom of the stairs and smiled at the sight before them.

"Oh, Jen, it's beautiful," Penny said.

"You're learning, love," Cath said, grinning at her niece's proud face. The two sisters sat together on the sofa and the next few hours were filled with laughter, music, wine and plenty of salacious gossip.

"How's your love-life, Jen?" Penny asked at one point.

"Oh, I'm too busy to bother with that," Jenny said, quickly. Cath winked at her and smiled.

"Too busy?" Penny almost shouted, "Fuck, that's part of going to bloody university, isn't it?" Jenny and Cath laughed at Penny's faux indignity.

"Give the poor girl a break, Penny," Cath said, grinning, "she's studying hard and it's only her first term. There's plenty of time for all that later." Penny shook her head, pretending to be angry.

"Bloody hell," Penny said, "I'd have shagged half of the hall by now."

"Only half?" Cath interjected, "you'd have been on your back with your legs open since Fresher's Week." All three of them laughed, long and loud. Jenny could feel the wine making her bolder.

"What were you like when you were my age, Penny?" Jenny asked. Cath snorted into her wine glass, laughing.

"Well, we're talking twenty years ago now, young lady, but, let me see now. It's Friday night, right? So I'd be wearing the tightest jeans I could get into and very high heels. On top I'd have a boob-tube, just big enough to keep my tits from escaping but just small enough to give me a killer cleavage. Underneath, I wouldn't bother with a bra and have the tiniest, red lace knicks. I'd be lathered in perfume and made up to the nines. I'd get Mum to drop me round to my friend Sharon's house and there'd be a bottle of vodka and some Coke up in her bedroom. After a few drinks we would head out to Cinderella's in town and go down into the club to dance. There would be a bunch of us in the end and we'd be attracting boys like bees round our honeypots. By midnight we'd be picking out our plums and zoning in on them; maybe a smoochy dance or let them put their tongue in my ear. All the while we let them think that they were driving the car, that they were seducing us. If I was unlucky, it would be a quick fuck on the backseat of his car; if I was lucky, he'd have a flat and a bed to fuck in. If I was really lucky he'd have a horny mate and I'd be getting fucked in my wet cunt and in my hot mouth." Penny looked at Jenny, who had her mouth open; then at Cath who was shaking her head and grinning.

"What?" Penny asked, indignantly, "I liked fucking; I like fucking; I love sex and I'm bloody good at it."

"Said the married woman of thirty-eight," quipped Cath, laughing.

"What if you couldn't get a bloke?" Jenny asked. Cath shot her a glance, wondering where this was going; but Jenny had her gaze firmly fixed on Penny.

"Then Sharon and I would fuck each other with Mandingo," Penny said.

"Who was Mandingo?" Jenny asked.

"Not who, love; what. He was a gorgeous black dildo that Sharon had; two speeds, ribbed and huge," Penny said, her eyes glazing over slightly. Jenny moved in her chair. She was getting wet and mention of the vibrator had only increased the feeling of wanting to touch herself.

"You never told me that," Cath said, "you mean you were bi as a teenager?"

"I didn't think of it like that," Penny replied, "and anyway; you'd left home by then."

"You don't think it might have helped me to know in recent years?" Cath said.

"It was twenty years ago, Cath. I'm sorry but I haven't thought of it for years; not until Jen just asked me," Penny pleaded. Jenny interrupted, not wanting them to argue;

"What was it like?" she asked. Cath was lost in her own thoughts so didn't hear Jenny's question.

"With Sharon?" Penny asked. "It was great; I loved it. Using this big black cock on her was so fucking hot. I would get wet just watching her get off. Then, when she used it on me, oh, fuck; I would cum so much." Jenny put her hand between her legs and turned slightly sideways to hide it. She needed to touch herself so badly.

"Right," Penny announced, " I need a wee and more wine," and she disappeared upstairs. Jenny went to the fridge for another bottle and filled their glasses, kissing Cath on the top of the head as she passed. Cath looked up at her and grabbed her hand, blowing a kiss to her, silently.

Upstairs, Penny flushed the toilet, washed her hands and picked her knickers up off the floor. She looked at them and, as she left the bathroom, threw them onto the floor on her side of Cath's bed. Then she headed back downstairs.

Jenny continued to question her Aunts about what their life had been like at her age and they made her laugh with stories of terrible boyfriends and fantastic nights out. She knew better than to quiz them about her Mum as they had both told her that the middle sister was off-limits when it came to stories about sex.

Jenny had been thinking about Penny being bisexual, even for a short time, and finally couldn't resist the subject;

"Did anything ever happen with a woman later on, Penny?" Jenny asked. Cath shot her a look which said, 'Be careful,' but Jenny ignored her. Penny looked as though she was trying to remember when in fact, she was contemplating how much to reveal to her niece.

"Once," she replied softly.

"Really?" Cath said, surprised, "you never told me."

"It was only last month," Penny said, still speaking in a soft, quiet voice.

"Wow," Jenny said, absolutely fascinated. The room went quiet except for Joni singing A Case of You.

"We have a couple of friends in the same street as us; The boys play golf together and Suzanne and I have been to the theatre or out for lunch, that kind of thing. Occasionally we'll go out as a four too. Anyway, the boys were playing golf and were staying on at the club for a meal so Suze and I went out for lunch and got a taxi so we could enjoy ourselves. When we got back, we opened some wine and sat on their couch, gossiping. I had on a short skirt and a blouse and Suze wore a summery dress which buttoned from the waist down. She had unbuttoned it up to her upper thigh and while we were talking, it rode up and the split got higher until I could see she had white knickers on and they were wet. Anyway, I couldn't take my eyes of her knickers and she caught me looking. I was too drunk to be embarrassed and she didn't seem to mind; in fact, she opened her legs wider and began to rub herself through the knickers. Fuck me, it was a turn-on."

'Do you like watching me touch myself?' she asked and all I could do was nod. She pulled her knickers to one side and I could see her cunt-lips and her clit. She began to rub her clit and started talking to me, like really dirty.

'I'd fucking love to get your face in my cunt and have you lick me,' she said, 'I'd love to feel your hot breath on me and to have your tongue inside me, making me even wetter. Then you could slide a couple of fingers in, right up to the knuckles and then twist them so that they rub my cunt wall and get my juices really flowing.'

I couldn't control myself and began to rub my cunt too, through my knickers."

Jenny, transfixed by her Aunt's story, watched as Penny opened her legs and began to rub herself. It took Jenny a few moments to realise that Penny's fingers were unimpeded by underwear; 'when did that happen?' she thought.

The silence between the three women just added to the eroticism of the moment; the room smelt of sex and Cath began to stroke her own thighs, pulling at the hem of her t-shirt to get at her knickers. Jenny watched the two sisters and decided she could hold back no longer. She lifted up her t-shirt and eased her right hand inside the top of her white knickers, found her clit and began to rub it slowly.

Penny looked around at her sister and niece and smiled to herself; 'mission accomplished,' she thought. She continued her story;

"Suze leaned over and pulled my face towards her and then kissed me like I'd never been kissed before; I haven't been able to get that kiss out of my mind since. It was like being fucked; it was the most sexy, visceral thing I've ever experienced. She assaulted me with her tongue, her wet fingers, her whole mouth; she climbed onto my lap, never breaking the kiss once, and trapped my hand beneath her, grinding her arse on my wrist and directing my hand to fuck myself even harder. The kiss seemed to last forever and I got dizzy and lightheaded. Then, suddenly, she held my head on either side and pulled away, staring into my eyes like she was possessed, and growled;

'Come to bed; I'm going to fuck you so hard.'

I walked slowly up the stairs and she was right behind me; she unzipped my skirt and had it halfway down my thighs before halfway up the stairs. I stopped and she pulled it down so I stepped out of it. I took the next two stairs and she pulled my knickers down to my knees. I stopped again and she pulled them off, pushing me in the shoulder blades so that I bent forward, leaning on a step in front of me. She plunged several fingers into my cunt and finger-fucked me on the stairs. My knees buckled, I was so fucking turned on. She pulled her fingers out and reached around, stuffing them into my mouth. I've tasted myself plenty of times but I've never tasted like that before. It was thick and pungent, salty and sweet. I came right there, on the stairs. She patted my arse and I carried on up to the top. Then she grabbed the collar of my blouse, pulling me back towards her. She whispered in my ear, 'Get those buttons undone; quickly,' and then stuck her tongue right into my ear; fuck, I nearly feinted. When I'd undone the last button, she yanked the blouse off me from behind. She pushed me forward to the open door of their bedroom and stopped me in the doorway. She began to lick the back of my neck and then moved down my back to my bra. I don't know what she did but she took the clasp in her teeth and yanked it to the right, hard enough for it to come undone. She pushed my shoulders down again so that I bent at the waist and my arms fell forward until the bra just fell at my feet. I was naked and she was still fully clothed and, for some reason, I found that so fucking sexy.