She was awakened by a loud muffled thump. She opened her eyes. It was dark and silent in a rainy night. The roof made pitter- patter noise as the rain drops fell on the roof. On the bedside table, there was an alarm clock, ticking its way round the numbers. She picked it up and squinted at it.
12:30.
What could possibly happen at this time?
Again the loud thump echoed through the room. She scrambled upon her bed, scared. Again that thumps. She looked at the wall directly behind her. The noise seemed to be coming from that wall, probably from the other room. She leaned closer to the wall and pressed her ear to it.
Thump!
She backed away. Thump! Thump! Thump!
There seemed to be some kind of rhythm in that sound, like someone is hitting the wall with some heavy object from the other side. She leaned again, trying to listen for more. There was another sound. A sound of someone groaning, no moaning. Someone is moaning- either in pain or in excitement, she couldn't exactly point out. The sound was too muffled.
The room belonged to her uncle and her aunt. By the voice, it could be her aunt, maybe.
What is happening? What is bothering aunt? Is she in pain? Is someone hurting her?
A chill ran down her spine when she thought of that possibility. What if there are some bad people who broke into the house and are now hurting uncle and aunt?
Slowly, gathering her courage, she stepped down from the bed. Her bare feet touched the cold floor and a shiver ran up her entire body. With small, reluctant steps, she made her way to their room. She had to circle almost the entire house to get to their door, passing through the kitchen, dining and the entertainment hall. Being coming over each year for past fifteen summers, she had no problem to find her way in dark. Her uncle and aunt didn't have any children and there was no other person in the house.
At eighteen years of age, Ella was 5'5'', with waist- long dark raven hair flowing beautifully along her shoulders, forest green eyes. She has nice, shapely hour- glass figure with equally shapely round tits, full pouty lips and an ass to die on. But like those rare girls, she didn't have the tiniest idea about her beauty and sexiness. Since she was four, she was admitted in a Catholic School and stayed there for five years without a break. Her father died in a car crash and her mother ran away with another person. Why she ran away, she doesn't know even to this day.
As per reading in a catholic school, she was completely secluded from the sexual downtown and as a result, she don't have any knowledge about the Southern parts of her body or even the North Central parts. All she knew that the mounds on her chest grew bigger and rounder by the years for some reason she didn't knew. Once in a while, her Hole between her legs leaked a red substance which resembled blood and something else, ugly. She was taught that the sticky red fluid is the sins of the human body which, just like urine and feces, washes away from time to time. They perform a holy ritual back at the church where they extract their so called 'Sins'. The girls were always kept under the holy name of God and stayed away from violence, lust and sex. The Nuns, Reverends and the Priests made sure of it.
As she neared their room, she heard more moans and squeaking coming from inside. Once she heard her aunt screamed followed by hoarse shouting from her uncle. Ella stopped abruptly. 'What is happening?' She thought again. Once she considered going back to her room and snuffle under her covers. But the thought of her aunt in pain made her stop. Slowly she tiptoed to the door and squatted before the keyhole and looked through it. The key-hole was pretty large, so she could see pretty much everything in the room. It was well- furnished, with a huge LED TV and much more. The bed was placed in the middle of the room, directly in front of her eyesight. And it was the bed and not anything else which kept her glued to the key-hole.
Her uncle was sitting over the middle of the bed, legs folded and without any clothes on. Her aunt was kneeling on his lap, legs spread to accommodate his posture such that she was facing away from him towards the corner of the room, and thus, both of their bodies were visible to Ella. She was in a similar position to that f uncle-naked and she was bouncing up and down on his lap. There was a fleshy shaft sticking out from between uncle's legs which was shoved inside the sin- hole of her aunt. And she was jumping over, letting it go in and out of her while moaning, screaming and uttering forbidden words. 'Oooh... yes fuck me! Yes Jack right there..... God shhhhhiiittt!!'
Ella was shocked to hear aunt call God like that. His uncle too matched her rhythm by pushing his hips whenever she jumped down. Her 34D tits jiggled up and down the rhythm too, going up when she came down and went down when she jumped up. Her nipples were erect and protruded up beautifully on her round tits. Another thing Ella noticed that the skin around her pubic mound lacked of and was totally clean and shaven. While Ella had a bunch of short, yet noticeable amount of pubic hair on her resulted from being neglected and uncared of from beginning except for when she bathed.
Jack began to thrust harder and quicker inside her, making her squeal in pain and excitement. 'Oh God.....fffuuukk!! Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder Jack. FUCK ME HARDER!' Ella stared mesmerized as her aunt's huge tits went up and down, sending ripples all across her body. The way she leaned back her head, holding Jack's hips for support. The way Jack buried his face in her jugular in muttered incoherent words in her ears, his both hands rubbing her belly, his pinky circling her belly button. The way their bodies illuminated from the little light falling over their sweat covered bodies and reflected back, giving them a shimmering hue. The way both of their bodies molded with each other, like two pieces of jigsaw puzzle fitting perfectly, holding each other, supporting each other.
She watched her aunt's tits. When she was little and played in playground, her tits would jiggle up and down with the rhythm of running. But at that time they were small and immature. She looked down at her mounds and thought, what would it feel like to jiggle your own mounds. The thought alone ran a wave of excitement through her body, making her shudder. She was wearing small cotton sleeveless top and white knickers. She grabbed the base of her tits, one in each hand from over the cloth and jiggled them a bit. It felt funny and surprisingly good. So she jiggled them more, this time harder. She noticed that the small dark lumps on her tits were slowly becoming hard and erect, just like aunt. It felt good but at the same time, she became aware that it is something which she should not be doing. Her tits were soft and white like a new born baby skin from not being touched by anyone and from being under an apron all day long.