Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 3

Incest stories: Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 3

by hornykip50

Finally Jess leaned in front of me, kissed me, and said “Thank you for being… you.”

“I want to make you happy whether you feel good or not.”

“I am feeling a little better. The coffee, the chocolate, Midol, and you, are doing me wonders.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“Please…” We both chuckled a little. I finished my muffin and milk, while Jess finished her muffin and most of her coffee. I gathered the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. “Chet?”

“Yes, Baby.”

“The family will be gone for a few more hours. Will you do something for me?”

“Anything, for you. You know that.”

“Will you make love with me?”

I stopped cold where I stood. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I am positive.”

“Then, yes. By all means I will make love with you. I will do the best I can. You know I am still a virgin. Don’t you?”

“You damn well better be,” she said with a very stern voice. “I have saved myself for this moment, and I hoped you had, too.”

“I have told you, I am yours entire. Always have been. Always will be.” She directed me to sit back in the chair next to her. We sat face to face with our legs intertwined, my knee mere millimeters from the hot center of her sexual being. I leaned in and began kissing her softly. Our mouths opened together and our tongues explored each others mouths. My hand found the firm flesh of her eightteen year old breast. I squeezed the yielding globe of skin and gland. At the front-most point was a hard sensitive nipple which grew longer and harder under my gentle pressure. Jess cooed her approval into my mouth as we continued the oral wrestling match.

My free hand traveled south and came to rest at the elastic waistband of her cotton shorts. Yes, she was wearing shorts. I was unseasonably warm and we all dressed accordingly. “Easy pilgrim,” she whispered. “Let’s go back to my room where we can finish this in comfort.” We stood and Jess took my hand and lead me back to her room. At the door she had to stop and brace herself from another strong cramp.

“Damn, your Midol is wearing off already. We don’t have to do this, if you are not up to it.”

“It is okay. The cramp is almost gone anyway. Besides, nothing is going to stop us now.” We made it to her bed, we sat on the edge and resumed our kissing and heavy petting. Our tongues once again twisted around each other as we both felt the heat filling our bellies. I broke our lip lock long enough to pull her shirt over her head. I sought our her lips again as I squeezed her breast again. The nipple quickly responded and pressed hard into my palm. As before in the kitchen, my free hand found the elastic waistband of her shorts and I started to pull at it.

Jess lay back on the bed and I followed. I turned my attention to the bra hiding her perfect breasts. The bra was of the front clasp variety and it was a quick simple move to release it. The cups fell to their respective sides and I once again was treated to a view of her perfect tits. I resumed my assault on her lips and tongue. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and wiggled out of them, taking her tiny panties with them. She kicked the garments to the floor and she was naked for my eyes to gaze upon.

After kissing squeezing and fondling each other for more than five minutes, Jess yanked my shorts off along with my underwear. All I had on now was my teeshirt. “Oh this will not due,” she mused. With one swift and savage movement, she ripped the shirt off my chest. And suddenly we were completely naked and pressed very closely together.

I moved over her and straddled her torso while we kept drilling for tonsil oil. “Oh, Chet. I need you inside me right now,” Jess pleaded. I looked into her eyes and before I could ask if she was sure she said, “Yes, lover. I am absolutely ready for you.” Shifted myself around so I was between her athletic smooth legs. My aching tool rested on her coarse mound of pubic hair. The feeling was more intense that I had ever imagined. Actually being inside this wonderful angel must be like heaven itself.

I lowered my body slightly so that the head of my cock was lined up with the slick wet entrance to my aunt’s virgin love tunnel. She took my rod in her inexperienced hand. She cooed when my dick jumped in reaction to her soft touch. She guided me to her hot hole and nodded when I was to push forward. I pushed slowly so not to hurt her. I had gotten information from my experienced friends that the first time for a girl is painful, but once inside, the pain goes away. So I took great care not to just shove it in. I wanted this to be as beautiful as we saw in movies.

Jess grunted a little as I pushed pass her maidenhead. We were no longer virgins. I continued my slow deep penetration. I was above half in when the expression on he face turned from pleasure and lust to that of fear and pain. “Ow… Ow… Ow… OH, GOD THAT HURTS. IT HURTS SO BAD!” I knew in an instant there was something very wrong. I wasn’t big enough to be causing this much anguish.

“This isn’t right, Honey. I am pulling out.”

“No. I want you to finish. Ow that hurts. I am so sorry.” Tears were streaming down her face as I slowly withdrew. My erection faded fast. MY concern and worry overrode everything else. I pulled away and sat on my haunches by her side, feeling scared for her. She rubbed her lower stomach as if trying to relieve a knot in a muscle. Suddenly, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom, shut and locked the door and vomited.

I ran to the door and tried to go in to assist Jess the best I could. “Come on, Honey. Please let me in. I want to help you.”

“No… GRAGH! I’ll be fine.” I heard the toilet flush, then in a few seconds she unlocked the door and opened it so I could come in. She washed her hands and brushed her teeth.

“I am so sorry I hurt you. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you…”

“You didn’t hurt me,” she said through her pain. “You are right, there is something else wrong. I hope it is just some kind of bug. Come on, help me back to my room. We need to get dressed. The family will be back soon.”

We went into her room and I helped her get dressed. I felt sick, not flu sick, but sick as if I did something wrong and guilt is killing me. She picked up my shredded shirt and tried to smile as she studied the carnage. I just wanted to cry, I still felt responsible for her pain.

When we had finished getting dressed, I stood in the middle of her room, not knowing what to say. She hugged me tight and kissed my neck. “It’s okay, Chet. I will be fine. Please don’t blame yourself. Just remember this. I love you with all my heart and clear through my soul. That will never change.”

“I love you so much Jessica Lynn Bailey.”

We went to the living room sat on the couch and turned the TV on to watch the “Price is Right.” I sat near the middle of the couch with Jess sitting so close she was nearly on my lap. “I think that puke helped,” she said during the commercial. “I am feeling better. Still a little crampy, but not nearly as bad as earlier.”

“Promise me you will see the doctor, please.”

“I will have mom call.”

“Good enough.” I kissed her tenderly and we watched the rest of the program on TV.

The show had just finished when the family returned from their shopping trip. They all filed into the house laughing and chittering about something they had seen in the mall. Most carried a bag or two of merchandise, they had bought from one store or another. Pap carried two buckets of the Colonel’s chicken, along with all the sides, of course. Grammi got plates and flatware from the kitchen and set up the dining room for our last meal together for the year. Jess did little more than pick at the one wing she put on her plate. “Are you okay Sweetie?” asked Grammi.

“I am just a little under the weather again is all, Mom.”

“She vomited earlier,” I added. Jess kind of gave me a sneer. I gave her the look that I hoped she picked up on. She did.

“Mom, I think I need to see a doctor. Maybe.” Grammi immediately went to the phone and called the family doctor.

“He can’t see you until day after tomorrow,” she said as she sat back at the table. “It better not be something life threatening.” We finished the meal quietly. I think everybody was worried about Jess. I certainly was.

A couple hours later, we packed up the car and readied ourselves for the two hour drive back home. I have never felt so bad about leaving before. I hugged Jess and held her for a few moments. “I will be okay. Really I will,” Jess assured me. I kissed her, got in the car and waved a hesitant farewell.

I called her a couple hours after we got home. Grammi answered her phone. “Jessica is asleep. I don’t think we want to disturb her.”

“No, we don’t. Just tell her I called and that I love her.”

“I will do that.”

“Thank you, Grammi. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. Goodbye.”

I went to bed as soon as I finished talking with Grammi, for all the good it did. I did not sleep well, over worry about Jess. When sleep did come, it was brief. Finally, about a million hours later, it was eight o’clock and a good time to get up. I went to the bathroom and did my morning ritual, shit, shower and shave, then back to my bedroom to call Jess.

I picked up the phone and discovered she had tried to call me while I was busy. She left no message, so I simply dialed her back. She answered before it rang the second time. “Hello Chet, love,” the weary voice on the other end said.

“Hi Jess, honey. You don’t sound very good.”

“I had a rough night.”

“So did I. I was worried about you.”

“Well, I don’t feel much better today. In fact I may be worse. Ow! Oh, Ow!”

“Honey, put Grammi on the phone please.”

“Mom! Chet would like to speak with you.”

I heard her bedroom door open and Grammi said, “What does he… Oh, my god Jess! You look pale as a ghost. Give me that phone. Hello, Chet? Get down here as soon as possible. I am taking Jess to the hospital.”

“I am on my way.” I hung up and ran out to the kitchen to tell Mom. “Mom, Grammi is taking Jess to the hospital. I need you to get me to her.”