My Aunt Sarah Pt. 05

My Aunt Sarah – Part 5

I slept soundly another night, falling asleep, thinking of my aunty; it was Thursday morning.

Looking out, I could see that the weather was terrible, it was raining, and it looked chilly to say we were in June. Well, that’s scuppered my picnic idea!

I texted my aunt, “Raining? Urgh, what now? Picnic idea is a bust!”

She must have been sitting with her phone because a text message came straight back, “I know, I have errands I should run unless you have a better offer?”

“The rain looks to be with us all day! Here are your choices, 1) Go to the Gym, 2) Go to the cinema, 3) Duvet Day, watching a movie.” I texted her options.

There was a slight pause before I got a reply from Sarah, “1) Let’s do the gym another day, 2) We could, but… 3) Now that sounds like a plan.”

I was thrilled she chose option 3, Duvet Day; I knew where a duvet day could lead.

I texted her again, “I have a new DVD called ‘Fifty-First Dates’. Shall I bring that over?”

“Is that the new one with Drew Barrymore? Yes, please, I want to watch that!” She texted.

“Yes, Drew Barrymore is in it with Adam Sandler; what time shall I come over?” I hadn’t seen the film yet but had heard good things about it.

“How about 10:30 am? Bring snacks.” My Aunt texted.

“Only if you wear something sexy x.” I was starting to get hard again, thinking of my aunty in sexy underwear.

“What would you like me to wear, wink?” she texted.

“Surprise me,” I fumbled with the phone, texting back as I started pulling on my shaft harder.

A simple text came back “x x x.”

Were they kisses, or did my aunt mean I was in for triple x fun? I don’t think she would know what triple x was, so I took them as kisses.

After getting dressed, Jeans, a t-shirt, and a hooded top, I excused myself and jumped into the car. I called in at the local stores and picked up popcorn, crisps, a bag of chocolate, coke and a bottle of red wine, just in case. You should always take wine to someone else’s house, isn’t that the rule? I thought. I then headed straight to my aunties, arriving at 10:30 am on the dot.

Looking around as I got out of the car, I noticed the curtain-twitching a few houses down; I’m sure that is Liz’s. That reminded me that I needed to know what they discussed last night.

The front door was unlocked, so I quietly knocked and walked in. I tiptoed through the living room, finding my aunty in the kitchen.

She stood facing the counter and hadn’t noticed I’d entered. To my surprise, I could see she had on the new jeans we bought and a new thin, white long-sleeve top with a V-neck. She looked amazing, even from behind. Her dark hair shone, waves dropping onto her shoulders.

She was making a cup of tea, facing the counter; as I walked up behind, I softly wrapped my arms around her. She jumped and squealed, startled, but I prevented her from turning with my arms.

I leaned in close; her hair must have been freshly washed; it smelled of flowers and perfume.

With both hands, I moved her hair off her neck and kissed her softly, moving around to behind her ear. I could smell the new Dior perfume; it was intoxicating, pulling me in, making me forget about everything else.

“Hmmm,” I said softly.

I moved her hair and seductively kissed the back of her neck some more, leaning around to kiss behind her other ear, nibbling on the lobe; I heard a small “gasp.”

Then below her cheekbone. She grabbed the back of my head with one hand, pulling me in closer. I pushed my now hard cock up against her rear, moving my hips slowly, like a dance from the film ‘Dirty Dancing’.

I wrapped her up in my arms, placing one hand on her stomach and one hand on her breast, softly massaging her. Leaning around some more to kiss further under her chin, I could see her heaving cleavage, visible from the V-neck top. She had now started to pant and groan.

I could feel her wanting to turn around, so I held her tighter, continuing to kiss and nibble on her neck. She fought to turn harder, so I released my grip; she spun and instantly locked her lips on mine. We kissed longingly, passionately, like this would be our last kiss ever.

The counter holding us up, I moved my hands all over her body, not sure where I wanted to touch her. I rested my arms around her shoulders, kissing her more, tongues exploring.

We stopped kissing, and my aunt breathed and whispered, “Good morning, lover, you do crazy things to me; I missed you so much last night; I wanted you in my bed.”

I kissed her more before tapering to say, “So, tell me about Liz.”

My aunty laughed, “I bet you have been thinking about that all night, haven’t you,” She teased.

“Absolutely, so what was said,” I asked.

She finished making the cups of tea, handed me one, and we sat on the living room couch. She began to tell me the events of last night after I’d left and her discussion with Liz.

“She guessed pretty quickly,” my aunty led. “And she knew it was you.”

My aunty blurted out the whole story; I didn’t interrupt, “She’s happy for me, she was concerned at first because you are my nephew and twenty-two years younger, but she thinks whatever makes me happy is good for me.”

“She will keep our secret, and I trust her; she is my best friend, and we have always kept secrets between us.” My aunty looked at me reassuringly.

“She asked where I thought it would lead, or at least where I wanted it to go.”

“How did you reply,” I asked, unsure myself if I’d been able to answer that.

“I said I was enjoying being with you, that it was nice to have someone to hold and be passionate with, and that the lovemaking was the best I’d ever experienced,” my aunty looked at me with a glint in her eye.

“The best?” I winked and smiled.

“Absolutely,” My aunt returned, which made me feel good, especially as I had been a virgin.

“She wants me to be careful, to not get hurt, to not fall in love, but I think that’s way too late now,” She looked a little teary as she spoke.

“I don’t care where it will lead,” She continued, “I just want to be with you now, I want what we have had over the last few days to continue as long as it suits us both and we are both happy.”

I replied honestly, “That’s exactly what I want; I love you and want to spend as much time with you as possible.” I looked at her softly but with intent; I needed her to understand my true feelings.

“Do you mean that? Because I don’t want to get hurt, I have fallen deeply in love with you,” I saw a tear run down her cheek.

“I’m never going to hurt you,” I said, wiping the tear away, “I simply want to love you and make love to you!” I hugged her tight on the couch and gave her a loving kiss. She held me fast like she didn’t want to let go. Eventually, she did and continued with her tale.

“She said she would do anything she could to help, have the girls, hide our secret, deflect discussions if need be, she knows how rough I’ve had it these last few years, and she honestly just wants to see me happy and smiling.”

“I think she is a little jealous though; she told me so,” my aunty started giggling, but then a serious look was present.

“Liz hasn’t always had it easy,” my aunt told me. “She is now 38, and she and Dave have been trying to get pregnant for as long as I can remember. They have tried everything and seen everyone. They have accepted it now, but she sometimes gets distraught, and I get upset too.”

She looked sad as she continued to tell me about Liz, “She’d make a brilliant mother, Dave has a very low sperm count, and IVF has been unsuccessful. They can’t afford any more treatments now. I think Liz sees me with you, a young viral man, and I already have three girls, with a hint of jealousy.”

I didn’t know what to say; in the end, all I could say was, “That’s so sad,” last thing I wanted was for my aunty to feel bad for Liz, and it impact us being together.

“Our chat ended well, however. It’s not the first time me and Liz had chatted about her issues, as you can imagine. I think the wine helped; she is happy for us.” My aunt’s face lifted as she reminisced about last night’s conversation.

“She said I was fortunate, especially with the lovemaking; she wanted details,”

“Did you tell her,” I asked excitedly.

“I did, I hope you don’t mind, but the lovemaking has been amazing, and I needed to tell her.” She looked at me wickedly.

“That’s ok I replied,” I leant in and kissed her, “I’m sure you will have more to tell her at some point, I laughed.

“I told her every little detail,” she continued.

“What did she say?” I asked.

“I think she got very excited just listening to my story. I know she and Dave love each other, but the sex has dropped off, especially after the last round of IVF failed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex, and I’m sure I saw her touch herself.”

“No,” I said, shocked. “She was touching herself right there in front of you?”

“I didn’t mind, I’d had a glass of wine, and I was massively turned on, too, thinking of you and the last three days. One thing stuck out, though,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“Liz had said something like she’d love to have a go, or can he fill me up? I can’t remember exactly.” My aunty continued to explain. “I didn’t think anything of it at first, but she continued by asking if she could book you in or make a surprise visit when you were around.”

I didn’t know what to make of this, “Perhaps it was the wine,” I simply returned.

“Perhaps, but it sounded like she was being serious.”

“As long as she is ok with what we are doing,” I tried to deflect the conversation; I was unsure about what Liz had said, I didn’t know how I felt about it.

I wanted my aunt and my aunt alone. I didn’t want to be shared, nor would I like to share my aunt. Even though we were talking about Liz wanting me inside her and me emptying my semen inside her, all I could think about was how Jealous I would be if anyone else wanted my aunty. I felt my cheeks starting to burn.

“You ok, “my aunt asked.

“Just a little shocked,” I said; I’m yours and yours alone.

“I know,” my aunt simply returned, but with a strange look; what was she thinking?