Favorite Aunt – Chapter 5: True Lies

Incest story: Favorite Aunt – Chapter 5: True Lies

Author: Trainman5771

Up the stairs and to the right. she directed. As I navigated around the first floor level, lights low to the floor would glow lighting the way.

When I reached the door, she twisted the knob and pushed it open. I thought it interesting that all the outside doors were automated but the inside ones weren’t. As we entered, subdued and indirect lighting lit the room giving a cozy, warm feeling. Obviously motion sensors were installed everywhere and were programed to take into account the time of day or night.

I closed the door behind me with my foot gently to prevent it from slamming. I stood there marveling at the large canopy bed surrounded with white chiffon fabric curtains on a dais with two steps. It was inviting to say the least. Looking around I couldn’t believe how huge the room was. It looked to take up half of the second floor of the house!

Like it? she said in a low soft tone breaking my reverie.

It’s magnificent! I exclaimed in a hushed awe. Everywhere richly appointed Cherry wood furniture was evident. Walls were done up with wainscoting also in Cherry and above that, some sort of floral pattern with contrasting colors against a dark background. The window sills and the floor where the large thick Oriental rug didn’t cover it was also of Cherry. I turned around full circle to see the whole room. It was expansive!

Wait until you see the master bath. she said. “Let’s shower and get comfortable.”

I carried her into the master bath and when the low lighting turned on, it shown in a subdued gleaming white marble tile, chrome, nickel and glass. To the left was a Jacuzzi. I gently set Jean down on her feet. She dropped her towel unceremonious and went to the water closet. As she did her thing I was amazed with the layout of the room and walked around from the tub to the steam and the large shower.

The top of the tub was about fifty inches from the floor and was preceded by steps allowing you to walk up to it as steps on the inside let you step down in. A railing mounted to the wall on the left of the stairs gave you a hand hold to keep from falling. Standing at the steps I looked to the right and about twelve feet away was another set of steps leading up and out of the tub. At a right-angle to the tub, along the back wall, you could walk into a conjoining steam room.

The inside could be seen through the open door and looked to be constructed with a teakwood wall covering, hot stones and two benches facing each other. The steam room looked to be about ten feet long and seven feet wide. From outside the steam room, the wall above it sloped out to the edge form a roof and figured that area housed the ventilation system necessary to keep the room dry when not in use. I reached the other end of the steam room to find another door. Exiting the steam room from here you could walk directly into the large shower stall.

Stepping up to the clear glassed in shower area I could see spray heads in several places. There were in the curved glass ceiling and down the wall. Chrome piping ran down the glass wall I stood next to and connected several more spray heads. I chuckled as I imagined the whole setup just needed a conveyor belt like in the Jetson’s cartoon.

Just then I heard a rush of water echoing from somewhere. Turning around to see where it was from, Jean came through the door of the water closet. I turned back to the shower stall and looked at how the entrance to the room didn’t have a door. Rather it was designed as a wraparound trap to keep water in without having a door.

If you walked in, you would make a U-turn around the end of a curved wall and enter the main shower area. I looked up at the ceiling again and saw there were several small light fixtures mounted in two rows along the length of it. I also noticed the glass ceiling ended and connected to the steam room. At the top there was a grill or grate and figured the vent for the steam also did duty for the shower.

I stepped over to the double sink and counter. It looked to be made of marble with seamless basins and nickel faucets. The counter sat on cabinets made of Teak and was the only dark colored thing in here. The mirror on the wall was as long as the countertop and went from the counter up the wall five feet. The mirror was rimmed with crystal clear bulbs up one side, across the top and down the other.

The last thing there was to see was the water closet. Actually it was simply a walled off portion of the room with a slatted door for privacy. Inside was a toilet and a bidet. Satisfying my curiosity I entered the stall to use the toilet. As I did I heard a soft bubbling noise. When I finished and turned around, Jean was just stepping up to enter the tub. I washed my hands and went over to join her. I dropped my towel, climbed the short stairs and stepped down into a most enjoyable warmth and sensation. Sitting down and settling in to one of the formed seats, Jean spoke.

So. she started. “Does it pass inspection?”

And how! I remarked smiling broadly. “I’ve never seen the like but I understand the layout. It flows and makes perfect sense. Get relaxed in a hot tub or Jacuzzi then sweat it out to open the pores in the steam room and wash and clean up in the shower. Simple!”

It is simple and works like a professional spa only without having to walk around in a towel between rooms. The hot tub slash Jacuzzi bath, a steam room and a multi-head shower stall. The only thing mine is missing is a spa table. I don’t have anyone around and I can go see a masseuse anytime so I didn’t bother putting one in. Otherwise it would sit right in the center of the room. she explained.

Jean put her arms out laying them on the edge of the tub and dropped her head forward to look at me in a seductive regal-like pose. My shoulders were aching and I wanted the tension to be gone. I was settled and enjoying the jets easing away the tension and aches. Jean raised both her feet and caressed the insides of my legs. I looked at her with raised eyebrows and she giggled.

Too soon ay? she said with that coquettish smile of hers when she was up to mischievous intent. Her feet found my cock and she rubbed it between them slowly and purposefully. I didn’t react. Jean was becoming one surprise after another.

Maybe. I said closing my eyes. Apparently she sensed something was wrong and stopped. I didn’t make eye contact with her. Instead I laid my head back and rested it on the built-in headrest. I felt the water shift as she moved to sit next to me. She didn’t speak nor did she make any further sexual advances. Just sat back like me and closed her eyes.

Twenty minutes passed and the pumps stopped and woke me from my little nap. I felt quite relaxed and upon opening my eyes I saw Jean looking at me.

You okay Ben? she asked. A slight sense of worry in her voice. I didn’t know how to address it yet. I smiled and nodded.

Just then the steam room was beginning to steam up. I got up then held out my hand to assist her. She took it and I led us into the steam room. I put down a cloth for her to sit on. The slats that made up the benches had beveled edges but still hurt after a while and left red lines on your ass as though you’d been whipped. I put down a cloth for myself and sat next to her. My thoughts wandered back to the pool and our lovemaking. Again that irksome twinge got me and I didn’t want to think about it. I concentrated on the room’s architecture and noted that all of the glass walls were clear including the wrap-around entrance.

Why clear glass walls Au..Jean. I caught myself but not in time for her to notice. I turned and looked to her when she didn’t say anything. I caught the look just before she transformed it into a smile.

I didn’t feel the need for etched or frosted glass. Since I’m the only one living here, I didn’t feel the need for privacy. Besides, I like the simple style. I like clean look even if it is a higher maintenance surface. she said swinging her legs back and forth from the bench looking down at them. I knew there was an unspoken ‘yet’ included somewhere in that first sentence. I reached over and took her hand giving it a little squeeze. She smiled at that and squeezed back.

I know this might be extremely difficult for both of us Ben. Maybe more for you than me. I mean, social barriers are hard to overcome when they’re taught to us from birth. I didn’t understand that until after I saw you that Christmas. Jake was such a brute and mean and spiteful. I hadn’t thought about anything like companionship after the divorce and I didn’t want to be attached to anyone. But I remembered when you came at Christmas with your family. I envied you. You looked so happy.

And I thought you so handsome. I had feelings that I wanted to be with you Ben. I wanted to be as happy as Tera looked and I wanted it from you. she confessed. “After you and your family left to go home, it took months to come to terms with what I felt and the taboo’s because of our relation. I really didn’t believe anything likely would happen. I wanted to find someone like you to fill that hole I felt. It didn’t happen so I chose to live as fit and healthy as possible. I wanted to enjoy men whenever the possibility presented itself.” The shock of what she just said hit me hard. My mouth dropped open, my eyebrows shot up and I turned to her astonished.

You thought about me that way back then?! I asked incredulous. She nodded.

“You knew how I felt then? I don’t believe it!” I said.

“I knew. As you grew older, your attentions were easier to read. I didn’t try to encourage it as it was ‘improper’. “ She said, using her fingers to emphasize the word ‘improper’. “That’s the way things were. But since coming to terms with how I felt toward you recently, I thought a lot about you and those times you visited.

I got to wondering if you still felt that way about me and when you said you were coming down to see me I thought I would find out. I understand now it’s okay to have those feelings. It may sound a bit crass but it’s not like cheating. But then last night did happen and…” she trailed off and stared at her knees not focusing on them.