When I heard that my uncle john had died suddenly without any previous signs from a massive heart attack I was happy. John had been a crude, cruel and arrogant bastard. He left to mourn - or not - his pretty and still young looking forty five year old wife, my mother's younger sister Halley. All the family knew of John's abusive behavior, his rampant and open infidelity and the utter disrespect meted out to Aunt Halley, which started shortly after the birth of their daughter and never let up. He was a monster when drunk and didn't hesitate to lay his hand on Aunt Halley if she dared disapprove of his behavior.
I witnessed one such altercation when I was sixteen and hated him from then, up until his death when I was twenty five. It was at a gathering of family members from both sides to celebrate his birthday. Aunt Halley had voiced her disapproval at the way he was openly flirting with a couple of his female work mates. A heated argument ensued and he let his hand fly. The slap he gave my aunt was heard by most everyone and when he forcibly flung her against a wall she charged into him like a wildcat and they began scrambling and exchanging blows.
I don't know if it was shock or fear of John who was a big hunk of a man, but a full minute of grappling and exchange of blows passed and nobody intervened. When he held her by the throat and raised a clenched fist I decided enough was enough and charged him, slamming him against a wall. He pushed me off easily and punched me hard in the ribs. I clinched with him and kneed him in the crotch, followed by two quick head butts as he was bending over.
It was only then that some people, led by my mom (luckily for him my dad was not at the party due to his burning dislike of John) intervened and broke up the fight. I will never forget the look of gratitude and admiration in Aunt Halley's eyes. A few minutes afterwards and then again later that night, she thanked me for coming to her assistance.
"You are my knight in shining armour, what you did was so sweet and so brave; I'll be forever indebted to you."
I blushed deeply and she turned to my mom and said:
"He's so sweet, and courageous. If I weren't already married and he weren't my nephew I'd propose to him; he's such a fine young man."
She and mom and my two older sisters laughed and cheered, causing me to blush. And whenever she looked at me that night or the next day when she dropped by to return food dishes mom had taken to the party there was something in her eyes that made me feel an unbreakable bond had formed between us. Through the years whenever we met that look was always there. Now, nine years later as she embraced me tightly and kissed my cheek on the night of John's wake, I saw the look and immediately became aroused as the warm, dark chocolate body pressed into mine.
"I'm sorry about John's passing," I said, lying.
She glanced around us and then softly whispered:
"You don't have to lie; I know you hated his guts as much as I did. I think we're both glad to see him go; don't tell anybody though"
She smiled and as her hands dropped to my waist I felt her fingers briefly sink into my flesh. I didn't think there was any sort of intentional sexual overture in that contact, on her part, but it was at that moment that I made up my mind about something I'd been grappling with over the last five years. I decided I was going to make a pass at my sweet aunt.
Because she'd been on my mind so much lately and because I'd been flirting, albeit halfheartedly, with the idea of revealing my feelings to her that very night at the wake, the moment she gave me that welcoming embrace my cock had begun to puff up and stretch out. She must have felt it for she suddenly released me and stepped back a little with a kind of secretive smile on her lips and a questioning twinkle in her eyes. I felt like grabbing that sexy mahogany beauty of a woman and kissing her passionately on her full, round mouthed lips.
"Let me get you something to drink," she said and turned around.
About half an hour later I collected some empties and took them to the kitchen, where I'd been told by her daughter, she'd be. As I entered the kitchen I slowed down to admire the tall slim body with the tiny waist, flaring hips and high, round ass that was backing me. As fate would have it she was the only one in the kitchen, so I whistled seductively. She spun around and her eyes lit up when the saw it was me. She looked at the empty beer bottles and said jokingly:
"Tell me you didn't drink all of them."
"No Aunt Halley, if I wanted to get drunk all I'd have to do is look at you."
She threw back her head and laughed heartily.
"Something tells me that's meant to be a compliment; so thanks."
She showed me where to stack the empties. She stepped away from the sink and after I'd put away the bottles I went to stand next to her, our backs to the wall, facing the doorway. I put my hands casually around her waist.
"You're no longer married Aunt Halley and I'm of age; if you're ready to propose I'm all ears."
"Oh my god, Aubrey, you remember that!"
"It never left my mind; I've been thinking about it all these years."
"Really Aubrey, that's nice?"
"Yes."
"But you're forgetting there's one other fence to the hurdle, a high fence; I'm still your aunt."
"I've enough stamina and will power to jump that final hurdle; enough to carry you with me."
That tickled her so much that she bent over with laughter. I let my hand fall to the round ass and gently squeezed a soft, full cheek. I felt the panty line and traced my finger along it. She straightened up, turned and looked into my eyes, questions and conflicting feelings flashing in hers.
"And when I look at you I don't see an aunt; I see a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman that I've been in love with for many years now."
"O Aubrey, that's so sweet but I don't even have a ring ready; how can I propose."
I felt her body tremble and I lowered my hand, letting it slide low. I threw caution to the wind and let my hand find the crack of her butt cheeks. I moved it lower, under and up; I gently cupped her pussy from behind and massaged it gently. She instinctively bent over as if to give me access to her private sweetness. I felt her buttocks clench, and then relax. She moaned and as if suddenly coming to her senses, straightened up and pulled away to the side.
"You don't have to worry about the ring, I came prepared; I have one in my pocket.
She laughed and stepped away, looking at me with the eyes of a woman gone; ready to spread her legs.
In a girlish voice bubbling with excitement, she said:
"Let me see it."
Just then I saw my mom and two ladies approaching and quickly said.
"Later, when you've got things under control in the kitchen and have some time to spare; we'll need to be some place private; this ring is for your eyes only."
"You've got me so excited and curious; I'll see what can be done."
I walked away and smiled sweetly at my mom and the two ladies. From behind my back I heard Aunt Halley telling mom that I'd been helping her collect and stash empty beer bottles. I heard mom tell her that I'm like that, always ready to lend a helping hand.
Just when I was beginning to think that it wouldn't happen, she found me out in the yard observing a domino game in progress and whispered:
"I'm ready to see my ring, come with me."
She led me into the crowded living room and after telling me to give her a few seconds went over to where mom and her daughter were sitting and told them something. They both nodded and looked at me and she straightened up and motioned to me to follow her. She led me upstairs and into her bedroom and closed the door.
"What did you tell them?"
"A little lie, now let me have it; I'm ready to propose," she said giggling.
'You have to do this like on TV, get down on one knee."
She quickly obeyed and I while I was going into my pocket I said:
"Close your eyes and open your hand."
I quickly unzipped my jeans and freed my big, hard, impatient cock, then pulled the ring from my pocket and put it into her hand. She opened her eyes and gasped.
"A condom, oh my god, Aubrey, which of your fingers is big enough for this size ring?"
"Because it's a ring doesn't mean it has to go on a finger."
It was then she noticed the rigid, brown ring finger, gasped and choked."
"What the fuck; Aubrey, you're insane."
She stared at the bouncing cock wide eyed, hunger and passion in her eyes.
"I suggest you don't put it on as yet; another few minutes won't make a difference."
She understood and looking up at me and smiling, grabbed my cock and took it into her hungry mouth. I knew the mouth was hungry for cock from the way she sucked it in and went to work on it. After she'd worked my cock for a while with her starving mouth, I pulled her up, lifted her and bodily threw her onto the firm, king size matrimonial bed. She bounced up and down a couple of times then settled down and quickly spread her long, slim, rounded legs, revealing black lace underwear covering a sizable mound. I could see the hairs of neatly trimmed black bush.
