The Life and Times of the Porters

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18 year old Devan Porter wants to check out a prospective college in Westover, a small midwestern city that his family had originally called home. His dad's younger sister, Anya Porter, still lives in Westover and invites her nephew to stay at her 2 bedroom Victorian cottage during his scouting visit.

Anya is recently divorced and has taken back her maiden name. She is nearly 8 years older than Devan and works at home, editing cookbooks for a publisher, so she has plenty of flex time.

The two had not previously spent very much time together over the years; the families were not that close-knit. But aunt and nephew quickly hit it off personality-wise and he took a major and instant liking to her after his arrival at her handsome home in Westover. Anya might best be described as way nicer than average-looking physically, but her bright red hair, perfect pale skin, and her way better than decent boobs compliment her overall appearance in a most enticing way. Devan is quickly smitten with her; some might even call it a teen age boner experience.

He is an olive complexioned, dark-haired, well-muscled hunk of a kid, standing just under 6'. He has electrifyingly black eyes and a square-jawed handsomeness about him. As to his libido, we already said he is an 18 year old male.

His second night there Devan and his Aunt Anya shared a settee and talked for hours after dinner as to his initial reactions to the school and the town. Then the conversation moves into other territory. "So, Auntie, would I be too personal in asking how come you and Rog broke up?"

"Well that certainly would be personal young man. But go ahead and ask me, I am happy to get personal with you." She winks and puts up her hand to straighten the messy hair over one of his ears.

"Umm, well, how come you two divorced?" He put his fingers up to touch hers, not pulling them away from his hair...the implied intimacy of her gesture caused a minor stir in his trousers.

"Well honey, it really just came down sexual incompatibility. He was not all that motivated by bedroom activities, and I was far more so."

"So, you couldn't work that out?"

She puts her fingers back over his ear, those unruly locks remained unruly, "Well I sort of did, but he got unhappy with the way I resolved the situation."

"What do you mean, Anya?"

"I mean, honey, that my husband did not approve of the ways I arranged to get more sex. In fact, he got downright abusive about it the second time he interrupted me with someone else."

Devan was astute enough to leave it right there and drop the inquiry and turn his head sideways to pull her fingers out of his hair.

They shared a bottle of white wine. Alcohol was completely new to Devan, and he was not at all excited about the taste. But he felt a need to impress his father's gorgeous sister and he didn't want to come across as just a kid, so he makes a show of smacking his lips and pretending to love the stuff. He looks attentively into her sparkling eyes.

Anya jumps up to locate and open a second bottle of chardonnay and returns to resume an even closer positioning. "Is this comfortable for you, dear?" she enquires, with an earnest smile. She silently congratulates herself on what she felt was a subtle usage of her terms of endearment. They are uncomfortably close, and he is forced to move his arm from between the two of them to around back of her where he finds room for his hand along her belt line. She squirms up even a bit closer to him and smiles openly, with her face less than a foot away from his.

Devan puts his glass on the coffee table and places his right hand casually onto his aunt's bare knee. His largely-consistent success with the high school girls he has gone out with may have caused him to grow bigger balls than the average kid. He has a savvy about females that is well beyond his years and his senses tell him that Aunt Anya is attracted to him. Well shit, he would have had to be made of stone not to feel the warmth.

He gradually moves his hand up-leg a couple of inches to her hemline as he stares softly into her glistening eyes. He decides he wants to go all the way with his sexy auntie, and if she sits still for his hand roaming above the hemline, he will know it is a mutual thing. He knows now is exactly the moment when she could still brush off his macho exploration without irreparable damage to their family relationship. If that is what she decides to do. But he was increasingly confident that she would not. In fact, it seemed to him that she was more than happy about his explorations thus far.

"It is so considerate of you Auntie Anya, to put me up for this visit." She doesn't squirm as his hand moves another inch under her skirt. He continues to move very slowly higher up her leg, steadily enough so that they both are aware where it is headed; there just is no possible explanation why a young man would have his hand well up a woman's skirt other than sexual intent. No objection is lodged by the senior adult in the room.

"Your father never got that far, Devan." She mutters impishly with a big smile on her face.

"I never knew he tried."

" Occasionally, honey, occasionally. And I SO wanted him to keep on keeping on. But, Jesus Christ, that woulda been Class A incest!"

"Aunt Anya, we both know full well where my hand has been heading...without apparent objection from you. Wouldn't that be at least Class B incest?"

"Maybe, I'm not a lawyer, Devan. But I will risk it. For sure it is not Class A." He bends closer and boldly moves his lips to hers as he moves his hand the rest of the way to the crotch of her moist panty. This is an unmistakable act, it is now blatantly clear that he is making a sexual move on her, and if she fails to remove his exploring hand right then, she has essentially become a consenting adult.

She stops his hand just as it was starting to press under her panties. "Dev, your finger is about one inch from my pussy. I am not slapping it away, but I am naturally curious about your intentions once you get there." She moves her lips to his for a quick but wet kiss. That emboldens him to close that one inch gap and begin to move his finger inside her.

"Oohhh, YES, slowly more Dev. I want it even deeper inside me. Feel around, get to know that territory that I hope you will be spending much more time in. Prepare me, honey. Prepare me for your cock. That is where this is heading isn't it?"

"Oh, Christ, Anya. I have to confess I have dreamed about finger fucking you many, many times. And even fucking you with my cock. You are that kind of sexy you know."

"Devan, since we are about to become lovers, it is important to me that we get the language correct. Ooh, ooh, nice. Pull off my panties to give you more room to work me. For one thing you are never going to put your cock in my cunt as you put it. Never. You will finger fuck me in "preparation". But you will never, never cum in my pussy".

A huge black cloud seems to darken his eager face. He is stunned by this statement, just when he has his hand in her panties and thinks he is about to realize a years-long dream.

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Come with me to my bed, and I will explain sweetheart." She rises and reaches back to take his hand. The hand that still held her panties. He docilely follows her lead in a confused daze.

Anya tugs him in the direction of her bedroom. Inside, she leads him firmly to the side of her queen bed and then pushes him over onto the bedding, falling on top of him with her hands grabbing for his belt, which she expertly unbuckles.

"I can't let you fuck your auntie, Devan. There is no way I am ever going to be able to fuck my own brother's son." She tugs down his trousers and briefs and takes his outraged penis into her loving mouth, with a satisfied "mmmm...I could SO learn to love this cock..."

They slowly take the rest of each other's clothes off. Once they were both naked, they sat together, just touching, exploring, licking their lips with loving smiles on their faces.

"You are so perfect." He whispers.

"You are a magnificent hunk, young nephew."

"Thank you, Aunt Anya. But exactly why did we just get ourselves all naked and everything?" He asked with an impish smirk.

"Well, you're young Dev. I will show you some of the things a man and a woman can do together with their clothes off. Some are really fun."

He understands that she is playing word games with him, apparently to take the focus off the shocking thing they are embarking upon. "I think I know what you mean Aunt Anya. You're talking about fucking, aren't you? I know about fucking. I did it with two girls before. But they were just girls, you know. I know you will be much better to fuck, Auntie. You are a grown woman."

"There we go with the F word again, Devan. Let's get the usage correct just between the two of us. I love hearing that naughty word out of your handsome mouth. I will give a shudder when I hear you say it's time for you to fuck me in my ass. My beautiful ass. Please, always call it beautiful when you talk about my rear end. Which I expect you to fuck more days than not from now on." She gently fist bumps his chin and gives him a beaming smile, as she slowly bends over, and deep tongue kisses him.

"You can say you want to fuck with my bare titties and act like you own them. You can fuck me in the mouth when I am not sucking you off. But you can NEVER fuck me in the vagina! I do expect your cock to shoot your cum inside that sacred place several times a day, but we will MAKE LOVE when you are in me. Get it? Make love, like lovers do Devan Porter."

"I get it, I get it lover. You can't pussy fuck someone you love." He smiles like a schoolboy that just got the teacher's lesson right.

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She takes his stiff cock back into her mouth; she shivers uncontrollably as she realizes exactly what she is doing, and that this is something they will probably be doing now on a very regular basis. She begins her expert ministrations trying her best to impress her young lover.

Devan grabs the back of her head, with both his hands in her hair, and pulls her tightly onto his throbbing penis. "Ohh, fuck, I love you so much Auntie. SO much."

"Ayy wuff ewww tooo" she manages.

He shoots his load in just a couple of minutes, while playing with her bare nipples. He is so excited that his young dick begins to resuscitate almost at once as he moans his pleasure. "Ohh my God, ohh my God he literally sobs. He gently hugs her head, and squeezes her ever so gently, the most precious thing his arms have ever held.

Anya's heart all but breaks over this emotional display of love from her tender-hearted nephew. She felt much the same, although she has more practice at 'lovemaking'...she did clearly feel that what they were sharing was much deeper that just great sex.

"I love you Aunt Anya."

"I so love you young man. I think I have for a long time."

"And this is for making love, not for fucking." He softly pats his newly acquired muff.

"I don't want to prick your balloon lover boy, but that remains MY pussy and it will be used by me for fucking whenever I get the urge to fuck anyone. But you can't fuck it because when YOU are inside me we will be making love. I retain the permanent right to decide who can fuck around in there. Just as I will not tell you whose pussy you can or cannot fuck.

"A misunderstanding about who, exactly, is allowed to fuck this pussy is what destroyed my marriage and it is not going to destroy us, lover. Kapeesh?"

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The next morning the new lovers spend their first few hours together sound asleep. He awakens well after sunrise to find his penis halfway hard, pretty sore, and all the way in Anya's hungry mouth.

They take a mutual shower and return to the bed. The one that she had called 'her' bed, the one they had agreed hours ago would be 'their' bed throughout his stay.

Halfway to lunch time he licks some peanut butter off her nipples, and she reciprocates, cleaning out the jar using his semi-hard wand. Then Anya licks the cock off with a continuation of their raunchy chatter. "I just can't make up my mind, does this cock taste better with peanut butter on it, or just my pussy juice?"

"Take your time, auntie, take all the time you need. You want to make sure you get it right because you may have to do this every day for the rest of your life."

"I know, I know. I'm not trying to get out of it. You are going to be living with me now. Through 4 years of college my boy."

"If the sex with you is still as good as it has just been, then just to try to get rid of your nephew in 4 years."

"You give me the shivers Devan. Jesus, I have enjoyed sex with plenty of men in the last 10 years or so, but nothing as good as this. I swear I probably won't ever need other fuckbuddies, so long as I have this cock in me on pretty much a daily schedule." She shakes his cleaned, semi-soft member; he gently squeezes both of her naked breasts. Trying to pick a favorite for future reference.

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That evening he spends some time checking the classifieds for possible part time jobs during the upcoming school year. Then, after dinner, it was once again back inside his new landlady, on and off until nearly midnight. They snuggled and agreed on a couple of things going forward. It would not be necessary for him to hunt around for student housing, it would not be necessary for him to take up Anya's guest bedroom for the season and it would really not be necessary for them to orgasm 6 or 7 times a day, as had been the case during his second day at her house.

She had given him plenty of incentive, and a decision was obviously made by him to register at Westover Lutheran college. With his high grade-point average, acceptance would not be an issue. Anya talks to the boy's dad, her brother, and gives him the happy news. Part of the news, at least. They agree that Devan can rent her 2nd bedroom for a very reasonable rate, providing he helps with lawn care and a few guy-type jobs. The only garden she really needs for him to tend is the one between her thighs, but the love-birds needed to avert suspicion.

On a phone call she promises her brother that she will keep an eye on his son, to see that he isn't partying at all hours with those loose coeds, wink, wink. Devan tells his dad that he was so impressed with how solicitous the Westover Lutheran people had been and they made him feel like he could really fit in.

Only a few days later, well before the school years starts, Devan moves in, puts his clothes in the spare bedroom and plants his butt in the master bed. They start out their life together very much like any newlywed couple would in their first apartment. They are exploring all manner of sexual activities in various places around the home at random times during the day. She gets back on the pill. They get totally domesticated, making joint decisions like any married couple would.

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It was almost 4 months before the first time they fell off to sleep together without having at least some sort of sex. The couch saw a lot of activity during the day as well.

Devan's mother, Marissa, had been expecting him to return home from school every weekend. But weekends were the days Devan had the most time available for his lover, so he was not about to give up many of those days. He told his parents that his elderly car would probably break down with so much heavy driving every week.

At this point in the discussions his dad, Will, unwittingly offered a possible solution. How about if he comes back home once every 3 or 4 weeks, and that Will's sister drives them in her year-old Lexus? Since Will's personable sis had been to their place at most twice a year in recent years, it was no surprise that everyone liked his idea so they could see more of her.

Devan's studies do well. Anya's editing work expands. Their love making is absolutely relentless. They have taken on the full dimension of a married couple, in all respects. But they had to remind themselves not to publicly act like lovers around town where her friends knew that she was hosting her nephew from out of town

At the end of his first year, he found a summer job just a few blocks away from his aunt's house and told his family about it. He considerably exaggerated (i.e. flat-out lied about) the pay he would get. The lumber yard back home would definitely pay more, but they were unable to match the quantity and quality of the daily pussy he would be getting if he stayed in Westover.

During his second year of college Devan and Anya started talking around the idea of making their relationship permanent. Well, it never occurred to either of them their love was anything but permanent, but how could they formalize it and stop sneaking around? But neither one can imagine how they would ever tell his or her parents, or the rest of the world, so they just continue secretly loving and living in sin.

After his 2nd year, Anya firmly believes their affair is permanent and tells her nephew that she wants to get married and have a normal domestic life with him. She pushes Devan to figure out a way they can make that happen.

He himself agrees that their happy life together needs to go on forever and ever. While neither has any religious compunction about their living-in-sin relationship there are the countless minor annoyances of domesticity without being legally man and wife. They can't file joint tax returns, they probably couldn't buy or even lease a house in joint name, having a child, which she very much wishes to do, is problematic. Hell, they couldn't as much as get a joint library card. There again, their shared last name would make many of those things possible just because nobody asks for a marriage license to prove marital status. But who wants to take a chance on rejection at the most inopportune time?

Devan does some internet research, just to please his love. In the application form for a wedding license there is something prohibiting marrying someone of a certain degree of consanguinity, and he is pretty sure that is a game stopper right there.

Of course, they could just try to overlook that rule and likely no one would ever know the difference. BUT their already having the same last names might motivate someone to take a closer look at the application for a marriage license. He didn't want to risk it...he couldn't see why that Wife title was so damn important to women anyway. Just cohabitate in peaceful bliss!

After Devan graduates and gets his degree in Political Science, they revisit the old problem. After four years living together, largely as man and wife, they had a hug-worthy, soul-searching discussion in which both tearfully pledged to stay together for life. Neither could think for a minute about separation.

But that meant so many things. Most immediately, since there were few decent jobs in little Westover, he could not find the sort of career path that promised much of anything. The State Capital beckoned, 80 miles away, where State Legislative Assistants made good money with lots of perks. Anya was happy to move anywhere with her man, her editing business could be done from anywhere. She was weary of walking the tightrope amongst the small-town locals who knew Daren was her blood relative, while she wanted to walk the town proudly holding his hand as her partner in life.

If they re-moved to a new city, their identity as Devan and Anya Porter would be assumed to mean marriage, and her creamy, youthful skin made her look very much his age.

BUT they realized they would have no choice but to come out of the closet vis a vis the family. There was already a tenuous ambiguity within their familial relationship after 4 years of togetherness. Just a couple of months ago Anya's inquisitive mother Agnes, Devan's grandmother, almost came right out and accused her daughter of having an affair with her nephew. Anya was able to quiet that one down, but Agnes always seemed to have an eagle eye on the two whenever they were in the same room together. Might she actually say something to her husband?