Favorite Aunt – Chapter 7: The Cottage

Incest story: Favorite Aunt – Chapter 7: The Cottage

Author: Trainman5771

Ben and Jean have recognized, accepted and indulged their love for each other. We pick up their story about two weeks after Ben arrived at Jean’s. This chapter was long enough and does not contain any sexual encounters but is part of the storyline.

It had been a couple of weeks since Ben arrived and once again he awoke with a start from another bad dream relating to events about his family. Breathing rather heavy he sat up and swung his feet off the bed to the floor. He bent over and ran through a deep breathing exercise to calm it and help clear his mind. He had dreamed like this five nights since coming here and wondered why. ‘Guilt or anguish?’ he thought to himself. He sat up from his bent over position and looked around noting the ultra-dim floor lighting was on.

Figuring Jean had gotten up, he saw her dimly silhouetted figure standing by the window looking out over the back yard and down at the pool. He thought that she might be thinking of their first time together that first night he arrived or maybe any of the several other times since. He smiled at his own recollections of their lovemaking as well as their outright fuck sessions in and out of the pool and every room in the house on any surface they could find suitable.

Ben stood and walked up behind her gently putting his hands on her shoulders giving a soft squeeze. She didn’t start or jump. She reached up and placed her right hand over his left one and squeezed back. She leaned back against him and a little sigh escaped past her lips. He enveloped her in his arms and without words just stood there looking through the window for several minutes just holding her.

Jean felt so safe and comfortable in his arms that she thought for a moment she could always feel this way. The thought he was still her nephew flashed by her mind’s eye again. She paid no mind to it any more. She felt so much peace and contentment with him that the social barrier meant nothing. At least it didn’t when he was near.

Her thoughts wandered to her future and wondered how long he would be a part of it. Frowning to herself that she now had to consider other parts of her life and her age with him in it would be difficult. That fact that she now knew Ben loved her intimately and completely didn’t help the fact the outside world would resist to ‘n’th degree or fail to prevent her from getting older. She didn’t know how to handle that with the fact that she herself was in love with him.

Penny for your thoughts. Accounting for inflation. Ben said softly. She smiled and moved to turn around in his arms. He released her shoulders and came face to face with this most exquisite woman. Her eyes glimmered in the dim glow of the indirect lighting. Then he noticed a shiny streak form on her cheek below her left eye. It lengthened into a shimmering line that reached to the corner of her mouth while another began from her right. His face turned to a concerned look and she wouldn’t be able to avoid explaining the tears.

What’s the tears for Hon? he said softly. Her face turned to anguish as she buried her face into his chest and let loose the torrent. He just stood there holding her, giving her the time she needed to get it out of her system as her tears fell and ran down his skin. A minute or so later, she settled and tried to wipe the tears away with her hands. He guided her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. Turning, he reached for a tissue box and gave her a couple of sheets.

Thank you. Jean said and sniffled. Ben patiently waited for her to finish calming before attempting to ask again what was bothering her so. When she felt sufficiently collected, she paused now to collect her thoughts. Ben had knelt down in front of her on the rug the bed sat on and placed his hands on her thighs just above her knee’s. He hoped the gesture was conveying understanding and concern and not sexual in nature. She looked into his eyes and saw not fear but felt genuine concern for her. She made a feeble attempt to smile and placed a hand on one of his.

I appreciate the comfort. I think I have demons of my own I have to face. She admitted. Ben wasn’t quite sure how to interpret this information. She recognized the slight confusion in his expression. She nodded and smiled. “It’s pretty early for breakfast but I don’t think either of us will be able to go back to sleep.” She said. Ben nodded in agreement.

So let’s eat anyway. It’s only 4:30. He said. She nodded, stood and took his hand to lift him up to follow her. Without a word, she led the way to the door holding his hand as he trailed behind. As they went through the hall, floor lights automatically illuminated the way. When they reached the rear stairs, they were bathed in the dim glow of theater-like lights guiding them down the steps to the kitchen. When Jean turned the corner into the kitchen, the light over the stove lit on low and the pendant lamps over the center island glowed then slowly brightened a little so as to not cause blindness.

Still gets me on how much technology you have in this place considering how much you hated your computer. Ben mused out loud. Jean looked back and smiled.

It wasn’t easy to get the lights to work like this. she said in her warm southern drawl. “Once the technician taught me how to program them for night time use, it was a lot of trial and error to get the brightness and the automatic dimmer to work the way I wanted.” She said. She reached the refrigerator and opened the door. The kitchen was suddenly flooded with harsh bright light and Ben squinted hard against it.

Too bad the fridge doesn’t have the same feature. he said. Jean turned to look at him squinting and trying to look disgusted. She looked rather amusing instead and Ben chuckled shaking his head. She stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to the contents of the refrigerator for the ingredients to make an omelet with.

Well Mr. Tech-Man, she started, “maybe you can find a way to make it work like that.” She put the stuff on the counter then reached under a cabinet to retrieve a large 14″ iron skillet.

That’s easy. All that needs to be done is to wire the lamp inside the fridge to the same circuit the pendants or other lights on the dimmer are connected to. Ben said with a bit of sarcasm.

Jean smirked. “Okay smartypants. You’ve got yourself a job!” She said putting her hands on her hips trying to look impatient. All Ben could do was smile at her and shake his head again in wonderment. Even trying to look annoyed she was beautiful.

That’ll be fine. He said. “All I ask for is a room, board and you.” He said moving to her and placing his hands on her waist. He leaned in and kissed her warmly and she returned it. She pushed him away suddenly but not harshly and began to make the omelets.

Anything you want to drink? Coffee, tea, me perhaps? he said giving her a half smirk. She looked up and laughed a little.

I bet you’ve always wanted to say that. She said.

Never had the opportunity until now. He said.

She giggled at that. “Well, I’d like coffee with crum. I mean cream.” she corrected herself shaking her head.

Crum? he puzzled. Understanding what she was going to say and what she was thinking hit him just then and he laughed. “I don’t think cum and coffee mix very well.” He said as he filled the reservoir in the coffee maker.

Hmmm. She mused then looked pointedly down at his crotch. “You taste good and I like coffee so…” she trailed off and smirked at him. She watched as his eyebrows shot upward in a picture-perfect surprised expression complete with open mouth. Just as he was about to drop his shorts, she stopped him with a wave of her hand.

Still, I think I could use that later for something else like a strudel instead. She said.

He adjusted his shorts. “My, my. Aren’t we the creative kind of slut this morning.” She licked her lips in an exaggerated way then smacked them and letting a satisfied “Ah!” slip past her lips. He wanted in the worst way to pinch her bottom through that silken night gown for being so erotically lewd but that hot cast iron pan kept him at bay. Breakfast went on with continued lewdness and acts of raunchy behavior.

After eating he refilled their coffee cups and sat down. She had that distracted look about her again and so he asked her about it.

I’m worried about us. She said.

What about us worry’s you exactly? Ben asked, unsure of where she was heading.

It’s not us really. She replied. Now he was confused. Officially. He waited for her to continue. “I mean it has to do with us but not directly.”

Ben was lost in the maze of female reason now and all he could do was wait her out. Eventually she got to her point when she noticed he wasn’t going to pursue her arguments.

What I’m trying to say is that we are fine. It’s everyone else that’s the problem.” She finally said slightly exasperated. He still didn’t respond. Ben, you being here has been wonderful. You’ve been wonderful to me and treated me like a queen. I have never felt so loved, respected and satisfied in my life. Ever! But everyone else will talk.”

Ben was beginning to see what she was trying to say without saying it. “So what you’re really worried about is others finding out we’re related and that will cause problems in the future for us.” He said. She gave him a relieved look that he grasped the problem so completely and nodded.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to move somewhere else and start over but I can’t stay here if we’re to be together. She said putting a hand to her temple. “I find I haven’t been able to think very clearly since you arrived. My thoughts since that first night have focused on pleasure, fun and general naughtiness not to mention my insatiable lust you’ve no doubt become the willing victim of.” She looked up to him sitting next to her searching his face and eyes for anything that might indicate some emotional distress.

He didn’t show any expression but concern. The compassion in his voice spoke volumes. “So you are in a quandary about our reputations and you want something done about it? Is that it?” he said.