Used and Abused Ch. 08
The next day at school Arthur was happy to see Misty was back and as usual at lunch time they met up for what was now their routine catch-up, "Hello Arthur," she said sitting down next to him.
"Hi, glad to see you back. I missed you yesterday," Arthur replied.
"Aww, did you really? Yeah sorry, I didn't feel too good," she said putting her hand on his thigh.
"You're feeling better today though?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, in fact after last night I'm more than fine," Misty said with a giggle... and then she blushed.
"Oh yeah. Come on then, tell me more," Arthur said, intrigued.
"Oh God, had a bit of a session, you know, online," she explained.
"With, what was her name, Sandra?" he said.
"Yeah, God it was so... hot," Misty said.
Arthur was surprised to think that his Aunt, after what had taken place last night, was still up for more later on with Misty, albeit online. His mind was quickly transported back to the passionate kiss they had shared with her while he was fucking her.
"So what did she have you do last night," Arthur probed.
"You know she kept my knickers?" Misty said looking at him for confirmation that he remembered before she continued. Arthur nodded his head, "Well... Oh God this is gonna sound disgusting, but it was so horny."
She paused for a moment deep in thought, seemingly remembering the details, "She told me that she had been wearing my dirty knickers all day and then that evening she had got herself off while still wearing them and had cum in them. Then she asked me if I wanted to see the mess she'd made in them... God I'm getting horny just telling you," she said blushing.
"So did she show them to you?" Arthur asked feeling his penis twitch with excitement.
"Yeah but not until she got me to strip naked for her, then she told me that some of the goo in the panties was spunk from her lodger that had leaked from her pussy after she had put them back on after he had fucked her. It was sooo... God you must think I'm a right pervert!" she said.
"No, no not at all... well perhaps a little," Arthur said laughing.
"Perhaps I am," Misty said with a giggle, "It was so hot though... and then she held them up to her face and sniffed them. She then asked me if I liked the smell of spunk! Of course I told her I'd never smelt it... Then she said I must come round tomorrow and she'd get her lodger to give us a fresh supply for me to sample," Misty said with excitement.
Arthur now had a serious dilemma. Obviously he was the lodger that his Aunt was referring to. He could envisage the scenario in his head. If Misty was to turn up and discover that he was the so-called lodger... well he couldn't let that happen. He had to come clean but before he could speak Misty continued with her story.
"I'm so excited... but I hope she's not expecting me to lose my virginity to her lodger. I mean I want my first time to be... well special. Do you know what I mean Arthur?" she said looking to him for his response.
"Err, yeah, of course... Look Misty I've got something to tell you... You're not going to like it," Arthur said bowing his head and staring at the ground.
"What is it? What's wrong Arthur?" Misty asked.
"The thing is the woman you know as Sandra is actually my Auntie!" Arthur confessed unable to look at his friend.
"Oh... Oh My God!" Misty said, realising the implications of what she'd just learned, "Oh My God, do you mean the lodger is actually you... Oh My God she said she'd fucked her lodger last night, does that mean... Oh My God Arthur, you fucked your own Auntie!"
Arthur kept looking at the ground unable to face his friend. She was angry, very angry. She stood up and Arthur could almost feel her stare of disgust before she stomped off...
Needless to say Arthur felt gutted. He was sure he'd blown any chance he may have had with Misty. And worse than that he wondered what the repercussions would be from admitting his incestuous relationship with his aunt. What would Misty do? Would she tell anyone?
The more he thought the more questions arose. Should he tell his auntie? Would Misty tell his auntie that she knew? He considered coming clean and telling his aunt what had happened but decided not to. He knew he'd had no choice but to tell Misty and he could only hope that she would keep it to herself.
The next day at school he didn't expect that Misty would want to know him so he was amazed when she turned up at their usual meeting place at lunch time. She didn't sit down next to him as she normally would but stood in front of him with an angry look on her face and her hands on her hips.
"Tell me one thing, how long had you known that it was your auntie that I had been telling you about?" she asked, anger in her voice.
Arthur was caught totally off guard. On one hand he was pleased that Misty was still actually talking to him but on the other he knew that if he was to tell her the truth that he had known all along then all would definitely be lost. He tried to salvage something from the situation.
"I'd only just found out. I overheard my aunt talking when I passed her bedroom and yesterday, when you were telling me what had happened the night before, it fitted with what I overheard. I was just as surprised as you when I realised," Arthur said, surprising himself with how he had worked out an excuse so quickly.
There was little response from Misty. Arthur could see she was thinking his explanation through but after a few seconds walked away without saying a word. Even if she had believed his lie there was still the question of his incestuous relationship with his aunt.
It was difficult to see that Misty would except such a thing and Arthur was sure he had lost her friendship. Again he wondered about the consequences and could only hope Misty would keep it to herself...
That evening Arthur very nearly opened up to his auntie but couldn't bring himself to do it. Normally after his evening shower he would scour the laundry basket for his aunt's discarded underwear but this evening he was in no mood for it and just returned to his bedroom in a rather depressed state.
Half an hour later he was surprised by his aunt's summons to join her downstairs in the lounge. Normally he would be excited but tonight, with all that had happened, he was almost annoyed by the summons. With little enthusiasm he made his way down.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs he noticed a small pair of shoes by the front door and realised his aunt had a visitor. He was surprised as he hadn't heard their arrival.
"Come on Arthur, you're keeping my guest waiting!" Kelly said impatiently.
He walked into the lounge, "At last! Sorry Alice he can be so slow sometimes. This is my ne... my lodger," Kelly said quickly correcting herself.
Arthur's jaw dropped. It was the last person he'd expected. His mood lifted instantly with the realisation that he had not only not lost his friend but also his worry about his incestuous relationship with his aunt was safe. Misty was looking at him with a sultry smile on her face.
When he'd got over his initial shock it then registered that there was a large plastic sheet covering the floor in front of his auntie who was sitting her her usual place on the sofa. And then he noticed that Misty, who was standing on the sheet, was wearing a knee length black overcoat which wouldn't be out of place if it was a cold winters evening but was out of place considering it was a warm summer evening.
"Come on then Arthur, help the girl off with her coat," Kelly said.
Now with a spring in his step Arthur moved behind his friend. While he waited for her to unbutton her coat, being a good head taller, he looked down on her head and took in the clean fresh fragrance of her blond hair. When she pulled her coat open Arthur took over and removed it, placing it on the armchair behind him.
Misty now stood almost naked apart from matching white bra and panties that showed off her lightly tanned brown skin. Arthur, tempted by a natural urge to touch, waited for his aunties next instruction.
"So Alice, are you ready to go?" Kelly asked, totally confusing her nephew.
"Yes, I'm bursting," Misty answered.
"Good. Come round here Arthur," Kelly said pointing.
Arthur moved round to the side allowing him a view of Misty's lovely young body and along with his auntie watched a small wet patch in her knickers quickly spread. It was now obvious what the plastic sheet was for as a torrent of pee poured through Misty's white panties and dripped to the floor.
By the time she had finished Misty was standing in a small puddle which grew bigger from the streams running down her inner thighs. Arthur couldn't imagine what his auntie had in mind. While he waited for her next instruction he looked Misty up and down.