The Aunt Rose Chronicles – Pt. 01 by slackal

The Aunt Rose Chronicles – Pt. 01 by slackal

Explore the tantalizing world of "The Aunt Rose Chronicles - Pt. 01," an adult sex story that delves into passion, desire, and forbidden encounters. Uncover the gripping narrative and enticing characters that will keep you captivated. Perfect for those seeking a thrilling blend of romance and intrigue!<br/>

[Author’s Note: All characters are over the age of 18]

[‘The Aunt Rose Chronicles’ is a serialised novel of more than 100,000 words. This is the first section to be published on Literotica. Enjoy!]

PREFACE

I was a shy young man, having grown up alone without brothers or sisters. My shyness fostered deferential behaviour that continued developing into my teen years, to the extent that by the time I had come of age, I had never yet had a proper girlfriend.

My mother had become concerned about my reclusive behaviour and my reluctance to socialise with other young adults of my own age: “Why don’t you go out to the club with your friends, Johnny, I’m sure it would be fun.”

“They’ve not asked me. I’m sure they think I’m not much fun. I’d rather stay here and listen to some music.”

“But there might be some girls there that you could meet,” suggested my mother.

“They’ll be the same girls as at school. They never talk to me. I don’t like them – they just giggle if I approach anywhere near them.”

She would persist in the same vein a while more, then give up, needing to re-energise herself to try and break my resistance another day.

My mother never did give up trying, even if her success rate was zero. After I was eighteen, when I decided to attend university away from home, rather than staying put with her, she was in despair. How could I possibly cope? And that was when she had her idea.

She knew that I had always got on well with my cousins on her side of the family. Her sister Rose had three daughters, two of which were a similar age to me. Helen was six months older and Rhoanna was six months younger. Even Mary, the eldest of all of us, was only a couple of years older, just shy of 21. We had always enjoyed running around and playing together from as long ago as I can remember: they were a part of my childhood and a part of my adolescence.

And so, in that summer vacation before starting university, she packed me off to spend the whole of the three month holiday period with Aunt Rose and my cousins at their mansion in the country. I might have been eighteen, more than half way to nineteen, but I was immature, shy and very naïve in the ways of the world. My mother must have hoped that the continuous exposure to her sister’s family at a different location would nurture my confidence.

And she was right. Just not in the way that she had expected.

CHAPTER 1: I’LL SHOW YOU MINE

It started with a simple game.

I was on summer vacation with Aunt Rose at her big, sprawling house in the country. I had only just arrived but was already enjoying spending time with her family. Her three daughters were all very pretty: I enjoyed ogling them. Growing up, my favourite had always been Helen, the middle sister. She wasn’t the prettiest but, being a tom-boy, was easy for me to get along with.

As it was very hot, Aunt Rose would insist that we each take a ‘siesta’ in our room for a couple of hours every afternoon. That had been fine when we were younger but, now that we were all over eighteen, it felt like a bit of a drudge. However, Aunt Rose could sometimes become very bad-tempered and domineering if she didn’t get her own way and so we didn’t argue, complying for the sake of a hassle-free life.

One afternoon, Helen sneaked into my room during the siesta. I wasn’t asleep and sat up on my elbows. The sun was strong and the curtain-filtered light of the room was still sufficient for me to see her bulbous, pouting breasts poking at the thin material of her nightie. I could feel my soldier beginning to twitch under the bedsheets.

“Hello, Helen, what are you doing here? Aunt Rose will be mad if she finds out.”

She hopped onto the bed and lay close alongside me, propped on one elbow. Her nightie had ridden up in the process and she was revealing a lot of thigh. Soldier boy’s response was very positive and I could feel him straining at the pyjama’s material.

“I’m bored. I want to play a game,” she said, smirking.

“Game? What kind of a game? We’re meant to be resting.”

“Oh, bah. I want to play ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’. That game.”

“Don’t know that one,” I said naively. “How do you play that?”

“Easy,” she said, and without further ado, jumped back off the bed, turned to face away from me and lifted her nightie over her waist, giving me a glorious view of her luscious, rounded bottom.

I laughed: “Oh, I get it! Nice bottom, Helen.”

“Your go then,” she said, twisting back to face me with a huge smile lighting up her face.

I jumped out of bed on my side, turned away, dropped my pyjama bottoms and gave her a wiggle.

“Yay! Nice butt, Johnny. Cute!”

“Your go now, Helen.”

I was looking forward to this: she was going to have to remove her nightie in order to reveal more secrets of her body.

“Not fair,” she protested. “You have two items of clothing to remove, I only have one. Besides I see your chest top every day by the pool, or at the river. I think you should go again next: you can use the turn to remove the ‘jama top if you like.”

I could see her point and did as she asked.

“Right, we’re even now. Pyjama trousers off next: I want to have a look at that!”

She pointed at soldier boy, who was already standing to attention, pushing the fabric outwards. He was very obvious and I blushed with embarrassment. No girl had ever seen my cock before, erect or otherwise.

“Oh no, now that’s not fair. I’ve had two goes on the trot. It’s your turn, Helen.”

She hesitated: “Well, you won’t be silly about it will you? You do promise that you will take off your pyjama bottoms if I take off my nightie?”

“I promise. Honest, I will.”

“Alright then. Here goes.”

And without further ado she pulled the nightie over her head and threw it onto the floor. She stood in front of me, naked, smiling broadly. She put her hands on her hips and twisted this way and that, mimicking poses that I’d seen models favour on video clips. Her body, the first naked girl’s body that I’d seen in real life, was beautiful. Her breasts were shaped like puffy pears, topped with little pink marshmallows. The area around her love nest was covered in fine, blonde hair, same colour as on her head. Soldier boy felt as though he was about to burst through the material.

“Well, come on, Johnny, you promised.”

“Oh, sorry, Helen. I was distracted!”

Taking my pyjama bottoms off was not that easy. My soldier was not only extremely hard but also very resistant to being moved; I struggled to wedge him out of the way in order to get the ‘jama bottoms over the obstacle. Finally they dropped to the floor and I stood proudly facing Helen.

“Oo, I like that! Wow, Johnny, it’s massive!” she beamed.

I wiggled my hips for her. Soldier boy was rigid, standing proudly to attention, the head positioned opposite my belly button, a few inches off my tummy.

“Can I touch it please, Johnny? I’ll let you touch my bits too, if you’d like.”

“Deal,” I said, and hopped back onto the bed. She did the same. We lay facing each other, smiling. We were so close that soldier boy was nearly poking at Helen’s tummy. But then she let herself roll onto her back and moved her arms over her head.

“You go first. I don’t mind, so long as you promise I can touch you after,” she said.

“I promise.”

“Right, I want you to kiss my nipples and my button.”

“Your belly button?” I said

“No, silly, there,” and she pointed to the area between her legs. “Between my lips. There.”

Suffice to say that I didn’t have much clue as to what I was doing. I had never even kissed a girl on the mouth. And watching porn on the ‘net was not adequate preparation for the reality of being faced with a young woman lying naked before me. I was slightly apprehensive: I just hoped that Helen had also had a closeted existence, so that she wouldn’t think too badly of me.

I shifted my position and kissed each nipple a couple of times, hesitatingly, without taking them in my mouth. I briefly mused how strange it was that my first real kiss with a woman should be on the breasts, rather than on the lips.

The smell and feel of Helen’s soft skin was titillating and my thoughts turned to focus on the sensations coming from my soldier, who was starting to weep.

“Now my button, Johnny,” she said.

Wow, she seemed to be in a hurry!

I was enjoying myself, not ticking items on a checklist! But she pushed my head away from her breasts towards her groin area, before parting her legs and allowing me to look at her love nest. I could feel that soldier boy was in pain, needing release but, again, I wasn’t sure exactly how to proceed. Mimicking moves learnt online, I touched Helen’s love nest lightly with my fingers, smoothing the hair. There was a warm dampness to her nest that I was finding particularly enticing.

“Well, aren’t you going to kiss it?”

She was definitely in a rush! I kissed and licked her love lips for maybe a minute before looking up. Helen was smiling at me.

“That was nice, Johnny, I liked it. Can I do the same to you now, please?”

“Sure.”

I wished that I’d continued kissing her pussy instead of looking up for approval; I had been enjoying the taste of her moist nest.

I lay back on the bed. Helen repeated my innocent kissing, starting with my own nipples. I didn’t really get much feeling from her soft pecks and wondered whether I should have perhaps tried a firmer kiss myself, or maybe even licked her nipples. However, it was a different matter when she kissed soldier boy. An explosive sensation shot through my body as her lips touched his head. She kissed the head again: another explosion of feeling. The whole of my groin area was now awash with the feeling that it was about to explode.

“Oh, Helen, that feels nice.”

I lifted my buttocks up off the bed in anticipation of more sweet kisses from my cousin but she stopped.

“Nah, nah,” she said. “I only got two kisses. Why should you have more? But I haven’t touched it yet. You touched my love nest. Can I touch you too, please?”

“Please, Helen, touch it. Touch it!”

She reached her fingers towards soldier boy almost hesitatingly, then used the tips to flick him sideways, watching fascinated as he bounced back to the original position. I was yearning for her to grab soldier boy and squeeze him: I needed release! But she just repeated the flicking movement with the tips of her fingers, giggling with amusement.