They were all surprised that Celia and her husband came to the party. No-one in the family had seen her for twenty years, but Joyce -- her sister -- felt she should at least be invited, that she should invite her younger sister by two years to her fiftieth birthday party. Joyce and her sister had kept in touch through Christmas cards and the occasional brief phone call. Arthur, at only 18, had never met his aunt, although had heard about this "Aunt Celia" whose name was always mentioned in a voice of disapproval. He had asked about her, but no-one would say much about her. None of the family had met her Husband Guy: they had been married fourteen years; no-one from the family had been invited to the wedding. But then Celia and Guy had come to the party, staying in a local hotel.......
Partly the twenty years apart was caused by distance -- they lived at opposite ends of the country, 300 miles apart. But the real reason had been the newspaper article. Front page of a national tabloid. "Perversion in Suburbia."
The story was very "unsalubrious!" Celia, not married at the time, had ended up working as a professional domme. Of course no-one in the family knew, or ever found out how she had "learnt" the role -- but she had found it more lucrative than working in the bank, and it suited her strong character. She had a couple of rooms in her suburban detached house kitted out appropriately. She had developed a good clientele of professional men, and even the odd woman. A journalist had investigated. Apart from Celia, no-one was named, but her clientele had melted away very quickly. The journalist had been good, writing a good story for the paper, covering 4 pages of the Sunday edition, with interviews from the neighbours ("Nothing like that goes on around here......") and other local people.
The article had caused a huge rift between Celia and her family, particularly as her conservative mother who lived near Joyce was utterly horrified at what had happened, and refused to speak to her daughter ever again. Celia had not come to the funeral 16 years later. It was only after their mother's death that Joyce thought she should try to repair the relationship.
The newspaper article, however, was not good for anyone. The reporter who had investigated had "purchased" a session from Celia to create his article. Unfortunately for him, Celia had videoed the event. After the article was published she sent copies of the video to rival papers, showing the reporter tied to a bed, begging to be spanked, screaming for more as Celia used the strap-on on him, and begging to be allowed to cum, needing to shoot his load. His language was not gentlemanly as he begged for her services! Sadly for him, he had got caught up in the moment, and his own desires were not orthodox!
Although the reporter had become a laughing stock, it also changed the family, torn apart for 20 years.
The party went well. Joyce and Celia enjoyed being together again and catching up over the weekend. The family had liked Guy, Celia's husband, who was a smart, friendly, laid back man. Some commented at how Joyce and Celia couldn't possible be sisters -- Joyce small, cheerful and "round," whereas Celia was tall and slim with a quiet confidence. Truth was Joyce took after their father, Celia after their mother. Arthur and his older sister Jenny had liked both Celia and Guy, and very much appreciated the interest they showed in them, in their hopes, and careers, and education. Jenny was four years older than Arthur and was already living away with her boyfriend, although had come home for the weekend.
The family also enjoyed meeting Celia, although the events of 20 years before were studiously avoided. They discovered that Celia had moved to a new town 20 years before, and stayed at a small hotel to look for a flat in that new town. Guy owned the hotel, and they had clicked and Celia had simply stayed, between them developing the hotel and the services it provided. Guy had been divorced, but now he and Celia were clearly in love and continuing the work of the hotel.
Overall the weekend went well, the meal and party went well. Joyce had enjoyed being reconciled to her sister, Arthur had loved meeting this "mysterious" aunt who wasn't as mysterious as her reputation.
Two weeks later Arthur walked into the kitchen where his parents seemed to be heatedly discussing a letter his mother was holding. The conversation stopped the instant he walked in the room, and there was an awkward silence. At last his father Brian spoke. "Well, he is here. Let's ask him."
There was a pause. "Arthur -- we've had a letter from Guy and Celia. Apparently they learnt you were looking for work for the summer before you go off to college. They are suggesting you go and work for them for the summer. They say go for a few days first. If you like it you can stay on working at the hotel till the end of August. Do you fancy it?"
One late Friday afternoon Arthur was about to get off the train at the resort where his Aunt had her hotel. He was nervous, and knew he could leave if things weren't right, but it was an amazing chance to get away from home, have a new experience, make some money, in a "safe" way before going to college in the autumn. He knew his mother didn't want him to go, although he wasn't quite sure why. In the end he heard her say doubtfully to his father "I suppose things are different now, especially that she's married. Guy seems a nice man." She had said to Arthur: "any problems, given me a ring instantly." Arthur wasn't quite sure why she said things, and the way she said them -- he was just too excited to go -- he had really liked Aunt Celia, as strong a character as she obviously was, and had really liked "Uncle Guy" who was friendly, treating Arthur as another man, rather than as a "youngster."
Guy met Arthur off the train, and in ten minutes were at the small hotel, a place in a stunning setting overlooking a beautiful beach. Within seconds Arthur was in his room, linked to the wifi, sending his parents a message to say he had arrived safely, and within half an hour he was sitting with Aunt Celia and Guy eating lasagne. It was the same as the guests were eating, but the guests were being served by the evening staff -- Celia and Guy dealt with the "check-ins" on a Friday, but it was a busy time and they had staff to do the cooking and serving on the Friday evening. They had all agreed that Celia, Guy and Arthur would have a settling-in evening before Arthur started tasks on the Saturday. Arthur was looking forward to it. He knew it would include cleaning as well as any other work that needed doing, from helping in the kitchen, to serving, to portering. He found that Aunt Celia and Guy generally were there by themselves, but got in casual staff if they ever needed them, particularly on the weekend. The only person they employed permanently was their part-time cleaner.
All this Arthur discovered as they ate. It was as they ate some ice cream at the end of their meal that the conversation had wandered, wandered to family particularly. It was with hindsight that Arthur realised Aunt Celia had led things that way. The conversation moved to heights! Aunt Celia proclaimed that in their family there was two sets of genes -- the tall genes and the short genes, and nothing in between. Celia was tall and slim; Joyce, Arthur's Mother, Celia's sister, was small and round! Arthur was tall and slim, Jenny his sister was small and "round:" not round, shapely, commented Guy.
As they cleared up the tea, and sat on the settee for the evening, the conversation continued, Celia talking about the wider family, often talking about people Arthur had never met, some he had never even heard of.
"Let's all sit as a real family........" Celia said, and the three ended up on the settee facing the fire, with Arthur in the middle, Guy on his right, Aunt Celia on his left.
The conversation continued for a bit, and all were getting warm and comfortable. It was Aunt Celia who changed the subject........ "The thing is, from what I have seen of them, the guys with the tall thin genes also have big cocks, while the smaller genes give the men small cocks."
Arthur was stunned. He wasn't even sure he had heard correctly. But he had gone bright red in teenage embarrassment. Celia paused, then continued naturally. "So Arthur, how about you -- how big is your cock, you know, when it's hard? Is it big or small?"
Arthur was struck dumb, but his cock he thought was large, and was getting large very quickly simply with Aunt Celia sitting next to him and asking the questions. She continued: "Sorry Arthur, it is an odd question to expect a lad like you to answer. Tell you what -- why don't you get it out and show us, Guy likes to see cocks as much as I do."
Arthur was still stunned, and was paralysed in his seat. Aunt Celia seemed like she wasn't for stopping...... "Tell you what, I know you are embarrassed. Let me help you." Aunt Celia reached over. Before Arthur could think about it, Aunt Celia was undoing his trousers, Guy was lifting him up so she could pull his trousers and boxers down, then set him down on the settee again. Arthur didn't know what to do. He was horrified. Yet a woman. And a man. His cock was rock hard. He tried to hide his cock with his hands, but Aunt Celia pulled them away.
