Favorite Aunt – Chapter 3: Favored feelings

Incest story: Favorite Aunt – Chapter 3: Favored feelings

Author: Trainman5771

Upon finishing our meals, we were both a little tipsy from the wine consumed prior to putting our main course away and thought it best to save some of the night for those exotic spirits elsewhere. I had the presence of mind to keep from driving the Wrangler for fear of getting lost or arrested or perhaps both. After paying the check, we went to Morgan and asked for a cab. Morgan did so immediately then returned his attention to us. I handed him the keys to my Jeep with a twenty and told him it would be retrieved tomorrow. He took them gladly and placed them in his coat pocket with the twenty dollar bill.

“I appreciate your trust Mr. Logan. It will be in fine hands. I will have the keys put in the safe until you return for them tomorrow. I trust your stay with us was enjoyable?” Morgan said looking at each of us. We both nodded and smiled. “And how was Mrs. Logan’s meal?”

“It was truly wonderful and my husband knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent.” She said taking my arm. I watched her lips move elegantly to form the words. I felt hypnotized by them. I missed the “husband” part completely and looked at Morgan with a smile on my face. Morgan looked to me expectantly without speaking. I replied to his unspoken question.

“I think I had the best lasagne I have ever tasted. I’ll have to return and try another dish. Thank you for a wonderful meal Morgan.” I said. Aunt Jean just started moving towards the door as I started to frown a little. It was obvious to her I had just caught up with her use of the word ‘husband’ when I felt her hand in mine again as she turned us toward the door while holding my arm as if I was leading. Morgan bade us a good evening and turned to the next guests on the list to be called as the entryway was now filled with restaurant patrons.

As we passed through the doors to the warm Georgia evening, the night air seemed to have a calming effect. We sat silently on a bench with her head gently resting on my left shoulder, her arm entwined with mine. A few minutes passed and she crossed her left leg over her right and started bouncing her left foot up and down slightly. I watched and became hypnotized by the sight of that dainty foot just bouncing. The lean but soft look of her foot was sexy as were the curves of her calve.

My mind started to wander into forbidden territory when the cab rolled up. In a smooth motion, she uncrossed her legs and stood pulling me up with her. Her grip was amazing and I got a glimpse of the muscle tone in her left arm. It crossed my mind that she had said she worked out too. We piled into the back of the cab as Aunt Jean told the driver to head to the nearest classy bar that had a live band and a blue star on the sign. The driver nodded his head and headed across town.

After we arrived, I paid the cover fee and we headed straight for any corner table or booth well back from the stage we could find. When we found one, a waitress appeared and patiently waited to take our orders. Aunt Jean ordered a Bloody Mary and I, a Captains Rum and Coke. She sat next to me and we listened to the live music onstage in the far end of the room. It wasn’t loud as bands went but loud enough and it sounded good. The waitress returned with our drinks then promptly left. We sat there taking sips and watching the band play some pumped up jazz while a few people danced.

After half of her drink was consumed, she leaned over into me. I settled back and let her get comfortable. The waitress came back to check on us and we both ordered Margaritas for our next round.

“You’re the tropical sort tonight.” She said referring to my choice of drinks.

I laughed. “I guess I need to feel like a pirate captain to make this round the world voyage.” I said. I looked around at the decorum. It was filled with all kinds of artifacts from various parts of the world. Some tropical island memorabilia adorned part of one wall while items relating to the history of flying took up most of another. The bar over the far right of the room looked kind of like a cabana. The whole place had hard wood flooring, teak and oak furniture with a mixture of other stained and painted trim and decoration.

“I like this place Aunt Jean. You have excellent taste as usual. I haven’t been in a place even close to this style.” I said. She looked up at me and smiled. She then reached up behind my head and pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me on the lips. Not one of those family relations type kisses but a short albeit deeper kiss. My mind seemed to have gone totally blank at that moment. As I started to kiss her back, she pulled away and held my gaze.

“I think you’re too old to call me Aunt Jean anymore. Call me Jean from now on. Just Jean.” She said. I cocked an eyebrow as if to question what I heard. She smiled and nodded. I nodded with her.

“I’m glad you like it Ben.” She said nudging the subject back to my original comment. I just sat there trying to figure her out through the muzziness of the drinks. She nestled into me further and I could swear I heard or rather felt her sigh. A few moments later I felt one of her hands on my thigh and give a gentle squeeze. I was muzzy from drink and it took a moment to process what was happening. Reactively or by instinct, I didn’t know what was what at this point, my right arm slid around her slender waist and gently rubbed her stomach through the fabric of her dress with my hand. Her hand went to stroking my thigh and an all too familiar ache began to stir down there.

The music changed and she suddenly sat up, turned toward me with a surprised look on her face and finally a big grin. In another flowing motion to leave the booth she took my hand and pulled me up with her. I went with it and she headed for the dance floor with me in tow. Not caring now about what transpired in the booth, I hit the dance floor and we had a blast just cutting loose. After a long medley of “swing” songs, we left the floor and got back to our booth laughing and hanging onto one another.

“Oh my Gawd! I haven’t had so much fun in forever!” she said breathless. I realized my muzzy feeling seemed to have diminished some as most of my Margarita was still intact. We gulped down what was left. The waitress returned for another order round and we both stuck with a Margarita for each of us.

I was curious about her behavior now. Here she was sixty going on twenty when I had a sudden anxious moment as the thought hit me that she might have health problems I wasn’t aware of. The thought of her just dropping dead of a heart attack or stroke sobered me up considerably from the adrenalin rush. After some consideration that she’d taken care of herself with exercise and a healthy diet I allowed that she was most likely in better shape than I was.

She turned and kissed me on the lips again but held it longer this time. I kissed back. She pulled away and looked into my eyes in contemplation. I gave her a wry smile and her lips parted slightly. It was time to get to know Jean Beaumonte Logan, the woman. Before she could react, I kissed her with one of those long, deep penetrating kisses that make some women swoon. When our lips parted she spoke my name in a breathless hush. She didn’t swoon exactly but was entranced as I pulled her close and waved for our waitress.

“Yes sir?” the waitress said.

“Do you have Champagne here?” I asked.

“Yes. Would you like two glasses instead of the Margarita order?” she asked.

“No. I think we’ll take the Margarita’s now and two bottles of champagne to check out with.” I said.

The waitress smiled happily, turned and headed to fill the order looking back at us only once. Jean looked up at me.

“Champagne! What’s the occasion or should I ask?” Jean said.

“We are going home to really toast the end of our miserable lonely lives for better tomorrows.” I said.

“Oh? And how do you propose to end our miserable lonely lives? Have you figured out something I haven’t?” she said in a mock serious tone. I smiled and kissed her nose. I had taken what she had seemed to initiate and decided to fulfill her desire for companionship. I didn’t want to pretend we were a couple. I wanted to be with her as a couple.

I thought about the feelings I had for her when I had a crush and wanted to indulge those feelings. The slight muzzy feeling was returning as the adrenaline rush faded rapidly allowing me to drop my guard some and see through social barriers and viewed us as simply two people having needs. She was right. I was old enough. Without any living next-of-kin, there wasn’t any real need to call her by her title anymore. Add to that she kissed wonderfully warmly, soft, sweet and loving. I wanted more.

“I intend to finish what you started and I believe you’ll enjoy it.” I said. She hit me with insistent questions and I ignored them. She even thumped her fist on my chest, unconvincingly, in an attempt to get me to talk.

The waitress returned with our drinks, two bottles of champagne and the check. We both gulped down the Margarita’s as quick as we could without freezing our brains, to no avail. I motioned for our waitress again. When she came back to the booth, I paid the bill and tipped her then asked if she would mind calling us a cab too and tipped her a ten for her trouble. She grinned and went off to call for a cab. About ten minutes later a cab did show up. I helped Jean in and climbed in myself. Jean gave the cab driver the address.

Throughout the first part of the ride she sat quietly but occasionally bit her bottom lip. I could see the wheels were turning and trying to work out what I had said. She looked at me several times with expressions of curiosity, concern and finally worry. I just sat there and held her hand. Figuring the worried look was the result of her coming to some sort of conclusion, I leaned over and kissed her gently. Her eyes closed and she leaned into me. We kissed slowly and gently most of the ride which was longer as we were on the opposite side of town from her place.