My Aunt Sarah

“If I tell you something, will you promise me that you won’t think bad of me?”

“What is it, Jim? You’re worrying me now” my aunt said to me, her face with an anxious look on it.

“You must promise me! Promise me you won’t think bad of me, you won’t think I’m weird or that it won’t impact our relationship if I told you! I need you to swear, Pinky promises me”.

Pinky promises? What are we, 5? I thought to myself.

“I need you to promise me that if I tell you something you won’t tell anyone, my parents, nobody. I need you to promise me I will still be your favourite nephew and things won’t change”.

“Ok,” my aunt said to me “I promise, I Pinky promise”.

“Promise you won’t think bad of me or me weird” I cried.

“For god’s sake Jim I promise, nothing, no matter what it is will change our relationship, I don’t care what it is” She looked even more concerned now.

I took a deep breath and perched myself on the edge of the sofa, a little bit closer to her. There were still a couple of metres between us though. I felt myself physically shaking and I felt sick. “What the fuck was I doing? I said to myself, am I going to do this?

With a quivering voice, I started “About a month….” I coughed and tried to compose myself.

“About a month ago I had this dream, and you were in it Sarah” I kept my head low looking at the floor. I blurted it all out, how intense the dream was, every single bit I could remember, no detail was spared. I used swear words “fuck” “cunt” and “tits” exactly how my dream had panned out.

When I didn’t hear anything, no shouting, no screams of “get out” I looked up. My aunt was sat there, she hadn’t moved, her eyes fixed on me. From her expression I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, I couldn’t tell what she was going to do next. A few minutes passed and still, she hadn’t said anything, and her expression still hadn’t changed, what was she thinking?

“There’s more,” I said.

“Oh,” that’s all my aunty returned.

“Almost every day since I had the dream, sometimes more than once or twice a day I have been masturbating to the thought of fucking you. I’ve imagined you naked and I’ve fucked you in every position I’ve seen in films and pictures”.

“I’ve imagined what your pussy looks like, what your breasts look like, I’ve imagined kissing you and holding you”.

This did change her expression; I heard and saw a gasp as her mouth opened. I could see her head shaking, only small movements but still she kept looking at me. Again, minutes passed, and I didn’t know what to do, I was soaking wet with sweat.

“Are you ok Sarah? I’m sorry I told you these things”.

Should I backtrack somehow, I thought. Say it was a joke? What the hell should I do now?

After another five minutes of silence, I thought to myself, fuck it, I’m all in now!

I got up, legs shaking, and slowly walked the two metres to her. I knelt in front of her and put my hands on her knees to steady myself. “Are you ok Sarah, you’ve not said anything”.

She just continued to look at me, she didn’t look angry, she didn’t look sad, she just looked her normal caring warm self yet with an open mouth. Perhaps a bit of a shock look.

“Sarah are you ok,” I noticed that my hands had moved slightly up her leg from her knees. Only a few centimetres but enough for me to notice the change in how she felt and a twinge of lust in my jeans. Also, Sarah had noticed, she had moved her stare from my face to my hands.

“Sarah, say something!”

Still nothing, her legs felt warm and smooth with the tights. I slowly moved my hands further up, my fingers going slightly under the hem of her skirt. My hands were spread open under her skirt on her thighs. I saw my aunt take a huge breath, I could see her breasts widely moving up and down, she was breathing heavily. So was I, I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest.

I lightly squeezed her thighs through her tights, this brought a reaction, she brought her hands down and softly grabbed my wrists. Still, she said nothing.

I pushed on, half hoping she would stop me half hoping she wouldn’t. Whilst she had hold of my wrists there was no resistance from my aunty. She was still holding my wrists softly but with limp arms. I slowly circled each thigh with my hands squeezing slightly as I did so.

I pushed both my hands to her inner thighs this time I met resistance as her legs would not part to allow my hands further, deeper between her thighs. Yet her hold of my wrists was limp.

Still, she said nothing, she was back looking at my face, and her expression still had not changed.

By this time, I had a full-on erection. I felt huge in my jeans, it was uncomfortable, and I wanted to adjust myself, yet a dare not let go of my aunt’s thighs in case I was prevented from returning.

I moved my hands from between my aunts’ thighs to the outside of her thighs. I moved up further under her skirt and as she had hold of my wrists this brought her skirt up with them. I got sight of more and more of her thighs. I got to see where the texture and colour of the tights change as it gets closer to the gusset. It felt like time was moving slowly, there was now only me and my aunt Sarah in this world.

I pushed on, looped my fingers under the tops of her tights and felt her panties. They didn’t feel lacy or anything and had already imagined them to be sturdy everyday brief-style panties.

I hooked my fingers under both the tops of her tights and panties and pulled downwards. My aunts’ hands tightened a little around my wrists. It was as if she was having an internal battle and didn’t know what she should be doing. I pulled harder and I felt both her tights and panties start to move down with my hands and my aunts’ wrists. I thought I saw my aunt shaking her head but if she was it was very slight. I felt the panties and tights get as far as her ample arse, the top of her cheeks. If I was to get them further down, I would have to pull hard and possibly hurt my aunty or rip her clothing. Just then I felt her slightly lift her bottom off the seat of the armchair. Only slightly but it was the first positive encouragement I had received, the first acknowledgement since I started this crazy adventure.

My aunts’ minuscule movements were just enough for her tights and panties to continue down under her rear and the top of her thighs. I got a slight glimpse of dark pubic hair and that got me even more excited. If that was at all possible. My heart still beating crazily and now my aunt’s chest was rising higher and higher with every beat.

I kept pulling on the tights and panties, and my aunt’s hands gripped tighter, this time there was resistance and then almost immediately limp again.

I kept going, pulled further, more of her pussy came into view but then disappeared as her skirt came back down. I now had her tights and panties on her knees. I let go for a second and concentrated on one leg. Rolled her tights and panties off one leg and then went to the other. I softly dropped them in a ball to the side of us. She still had hold of my wrists and still said nothing. Her legs were white like in my dream, they hadn’t been in the sun for a while. I stroked them from her feet to her knees.

I slowly put my hands back on her thighs and pushed my hands under her skirt, I wanted to see her pussy, I thought at any second I would go crazy and start ripping at her but stayed with what I thought was best.

I’d read that women hate the thought of boys/men thinking they should be treated like women in porn films. A couple of articles based on true stories had said that is not the case. It read that they wanted to be touched, slowly, to be brought to the height of climax first before the animal instincts kicked in. I pushed all those animal thoughts down deep for now, but that didn’t stop the pain in my jeans as my cock pulsed and pushed hard against its cage.

I started to massage and squeeze my aunts’ thighs again and I slid them between her legs. This time her legs slightly started to part. I pushed further up, and I felt her pubes tickle my fingers. It started to feel warm, and I could feel the dampness. I tried to push on further, but my aunts’ hands gripped harder and stopped me. I looked at her and still she said nothing. And then like before she loosened her grip, the internal battle within her raged on.

I moved further up, her skirt getting drawn upwards also and now I had full sight of her black bush. Quite the bush it was, very unkempt. Her ample thighs hid it slightly and I could not yet see her opening, her labia.

I pushed for her thighs to widen and whilst there was resistance this also gave way within seconds. I now had a full view of the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I could see lots of moisture oozing; my aunty was very wet which I took to be a good thing.

I reached up further and put two fingers to the opening of my aunt’s pussy. This time my aunt’s face changed, she closed her eyes, groaned, and fell back into her armchair. I slowly circled her clitoris, exactly like I’d read and like I’d seen in films. I started to get a slight musky smell. I’d always thought that my aunty no longer cared as much as she used to with her looks since my uncle died. Perhaps that is why she appeared very bushy, and I’d noticed that her legs weren’t as smooth as I’d seen in films. She still felt wonderful to touch and I didn’t care at this stage one bit about how unkempt she appeared. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I was still worried that at any moment she would stop me and kick me out of the house for being disgusting.

Her groans got louder and as I got faster with my fingers her groans sped up. Her grip on my wrists tightened I don’t think to stop me but rather as a brace for the electricity within her that was surging.