Chapter 3
Later that evening, Aunt Katie sat in front of her mirror, combing her long brown hair. She had washed it before dinner and now it had a beautiful sheen to it. She sighed at her reflection, looking unseeingly into her own eyes, comb still in hand. She thought of Kevin.
"God, he's a cute young boy," she said under her breath.
She had been thinking of the boy all day. She tried to imagine what he looked like naked. She imagined him taking a shower, soaping his young, powerful manhood ...
She sighed again, feeling a tingling in her cunt. At first, realizing her thoughts were taking a lewd turn, Aunt Katie tried to suppress them, thinking to herself: what the hell is the matter with me, trying to picture what my sixteen-year-old nephew looks like in the nude. Katie, don't be ridiculous.
But there was no denying it. In just a short span of time, after seeing the boy again, now in his teens and turning into a very handsome young man, Katie knew she wanted to go to bed with him. It was as simple as that. He was so adorable. So shy and unassuming. She could teach him so many exciting new things.
She wanted to feel the warmth of his body. She had noticed the imposing bulge at his adolescent crotch. She had been glancing at his crotch all day, not, of course, so he would notice.
But this wasn't the first time she had felt sexually attracted to a young boy. Several youngsters in her school, boys several years younger than Kevin, made her thoughts take this kind of lascivious turn.
She hadn't a boyfriend at present and she was horny as hell. Without a steady male companion she had had to make do with her own hand at night, manipulating her fingers inside her cunt whenever the urge presented itself, and it did present itself quite frequently and more so, recently.
God, I must watch myself. If Irene ever suspected ... Jesus! She didn't want to think about the embarrassing consequences.
Still the desire for her young nephew was there, deep within her, waiting to be released.
She undid the cord of her cotton nightgown and lifted her tits up to the mirror, as if wanting approval from her own reflection. Her breasts were small and pointed, the nipples taut and large. She leaned back against the chair she was sitting on and tweaked her nipples, feeling a sudden craving for Kevin, wishing desperately that he would suddenly appear at her door, willing to be taken by her to bed.
Instead she had her reflection for company. She spread her legs and caressed her boobs, feeling every square inch of them, their smooth pointedness. She squeezed first the left nipple, then the right, sending electric-like impulses through her entire body.
She started to pant, moaning under her breath, her hands wandering excitingly all over her body. She felt her flesh become hot under her own sure touch. She ached for release, but the true release of a boy's smooth, virgin penis. Her body was very pale. Katie was not a sun-worshiper. Her body did not tan well.
Her nipples, now red from her constant massaging, made a brilliant contrast to the white marble-like consistency of her flesh. She ran her tongue over her lips, which felt hot, hotter than they'd felt for a long time.
She tried to imagine Kevin naked, his penis erect, oozing cum in thick, colorless strings.
"Fuck me ... ." she murmured, slouching further down in the chair.
Her hand went between her legs.
"Eat my cunt." These words, which she had spoken to herself many times in order to arouse herself to masturbate, excited her terribly. She visualized them being said by her to her sixteen-year-old nephew.
"My breasts, my clitoris ... suck them ... bite them."
Feeling feverish, sweat prickling her brow, she went quickly to her bed and lay on top of the sheets, her nightgown open and surrounding her like a shroud.
"Ohhhh Kevin, my sweet little boy. Fuck!"
Her middle finger ran down the cleft of hr steaming vagina. She felt the labia, the vulva, the inner flesh petals that were heavily coated with her flower-scented cum. She felt the first distinct rumbles inside her loins, like an inner quaking.
"Suck my juices ... stick your prick up my cunt, you little fuck-boy!" The words she whispered heatedly under her breath seemed to sizzle as if she could touch them. They seemed to bring her closer to her nephew, to make more concrete her inner feelings.
"Kevin ... fuckkkkkkk ... ."
Several fingers found themselves inside her honey pot. They worked in unison, in and out, in and out, only in Katie's mind they were not her fingers, but Kevin's big prick. She imagined it was completely hairless-huge, but hairless-though she knew the boy was old enough to have pubic hair.
Her breathing grew more shallow, as if the weight of Kevin's body were pressing against her as he mounted her.
Saliva frothed at her lips as she writhed on the bed, her fingers bringing her closer and closer to that moment of wondrous release.
"Kevin ... so huge ... soft ... no hair at all ... at allllllll. Ahhhhhhh!"
The bed creaked underneath her as she masturbated, her fingers now gooey with her sauce. The sheets became sticky with it. Her thighs were coated with it. She pulled her hand out of her cunt and rubbed her wet fingers over her belly, smelling her female essence.
Her other hand was on her breasts, playing with them. They were so sensitive. She could feel the whirling contours of each fingertip as they brushed against her pointed globes.
"Ohhh shit ... shit ... shittt," she moaned, her head turning from side to side. "Ohhh lord, this feels so fucking good."
She pulled at the tender inner membranes, feeling new sensations overtaking her, carrying her along to that wondrous peak of pleasure. She lifted up her knees and spread her legs.
"Ohhh god ... god ... mrrummphhh."
She came, cum shooting like a geyser out of her pussy, soaking the sheets underneath her.
She bit her lips so as not to scream out loud. She kept pumping her fingers in and out, in and out, in and out.
With each stroke she felt more, wanted more ... much more.
"Kevin, baby, I adore you, worship you ... your body ... so ... sooo ... shit!" She tensed up, then started to rise off the bed, only to fall back against it, shivering uncontrollably. Her fingers were a mere blur as they slammed in and out of her.
"Muuruummpphh ... yahhhhh ... grruumm-pphhh." She growled like an animal in heat, reveling in the wondrously intense sensations shooting through her like bright stars. Her body was the galaxy and her orgasms were shooting stars.
"Give it all to me ... my little school boys ... my children ... my fuck-boys!"
The image of Kevin merged with those of the other boys at her school, to which she masturbated every night, frantically, as if her life depended on the daily orgasms.
She reached her peak of pleasure and then let her fingers fall away from her cunt.
The triangle of pubic hair surrounding her puffy mons was dotted with her female sauce. She combed her fingers through the wiry hairs in an effort to expand her bodily sensations, discovering more about her wants and needs while imagining her young boy lovers making passionate love to her.
Deep in her private, erotic dream world, Katie reached supreme orgasm once, twice, three times, each succeeding cum better than the previous one.
While Katie brought herself to multiple, long-lasting orgasms, down the hall there was more intense activity. In Kathy's room, while Irene slept fitfully after a tiring day and her sister played with her cunt, Kevin was preparing to mount his sister, in bed with her for the first time.
"Ohhhhhh Christ, Kevin, ohhhh Christ, ohhhh Christ," Kathy sobbed as her brother's cock slipped all the way into her tight little cunt. She squirmed under him, her face screwing up with discomfort, almost pain, as nine inches of thick boyroot lodged itself deep inside her dripping vaginal passage.
This is going to be good, baby," Kevin panted, his heart pounding, afraid they would be discovered. "I know it. Baby, am I hurting you?"
"No, Kevin, ohhhhh gosh no."
He started to fuck her, first with slow rhythmic strokes, then, as he became more and more excited, with quick jabs, sending his prickhead deep within the redolent flesh of her adolescent cooze. It was heaven for him!
The bed rocked as he screwed the fifteen-year-old girl, her tits pressing up So meet his hot lips. She tasted the salt of his sweat as it dripped onto her. He tasted the sweetness of her flesh as he devoured her tits.
"God, Kevin, ohhhh god, we're really doing it, aren't we? Ohhhh shit, do that again. Ohhhh Christ, you're wonderful ... you make me feel like I'm queen of the world, and you're my king. You're actually fucking me in my own bed. My own brother. Christ, this is beautiful. Ohhhhhh shit ... ohhhhh fuck ... ohhhhhh WOWWWWWW!"
Some minutes later, the boy's ass-cheeks hollowed out and he let out a whimper. Then her passage filled with his burning hot boy seed. It spurted out of his prick like a fountain. She never thought a boy's balls could hold so much cream It ran out of the corners of her cute little cunt, covering her belly and thighs, staining the sheets under her.
He humped her with increasing forcefulness, his panting filling the room. She sighed and groaned, her legs opening and closing in ecstasy as wads of cum clogged up her cunt, then ran out of it in viscous streams.
Katie's cum-glistening middle finger trailed up between her tits, leaving behind it a wet trail of her vaginal gel. She felt a burning desire for another cum building up inside her. She would not be able to ignore it for long. Soon the feeling would become intense, unbearable.
Her hot flesh felt so smooth. She wondered if her nephew's pubescent body would feel as warm and soft.
Her hand returned to the comforting warmth of her dripping cunny. She caressed the firm outline of her labia. Then she -rimmed the inside of her cunt passage, letting her fingers delve in deeper, tantalizing her expectant clit button.
Her body was bathed in sweat. The room began to blur slightly. Her breathing was irregular.
"Kevin ... Kevin ... ."
She jackknifed off the bed, clamping a hand over her mouth as she came again, her other hand working inside her cunt, her body writhing with the delicious sensations sparking through and through her.
After that Katie lay still. She felt relaxed, at peace with herself.
Later she got up and put on her nightgown. Quietly, so as not to disturb the children or her sister, she tiptoed to the bathroom across the corridor.
When she was just about to leave the bathroom she heard Kathy's bedroom door open. With no reason to feel guilty, yet feeling so nevertheless, as if she were eavesdropping, she closed the bathroom door just far enough so no one would notice she was watching.
She saw Kevin leave his sister's room.
He was wearing pajamas, but something about him suggested that he had dressed hurriedly. His pajama top was only halfway buttoned, the cord to his cotton pajama bottoms hung outside. She could see his limp, hanging penis pressing obtrusively against the crotch.
He paused to kiss Kathy, who was wearing a short nightie. Both adolescents looked tired, unnaturally so, and sweaty, very sweaty.
What the--? Katie thought, forehead creased.
They kissed for a few minutes, their lips pressed tightly, passionately together. They were using their tongues to sensual ends. Kathy leaned heavily on her brother, her arms around his neck.
They looked like lovers. Katie couldn't believe her eyes. There is definitely something wrong, she thought to herself.
Kevin's hands quickly, fleetingly caressed his young sister's tits. She pressed her chest against his searching hand, moaning softly, so softly that Katie wasn't sure that that was what she heard.
My god, T don't believe this, she thought, a hundred different thoughts at once rushing through her mind.
Then they parted, obviously reluctantly, and Katie heard her niece say: "Tomorrow in the shed ... my cunt will be nice and hot by then!"
"My god!" Katie whispered under her breath, closing the door as the boy passed her on his way to his room. Her heart thumping with the realization of what she had just witnessed, Katie returned to her room and slid under the sheets, turning off the light, as if to erase the erotic embrace she had accidentally seen.
She couldn't believe it. Her fifteen-year-old niece and her sixteen-year-old nephew have been together. What else could they possibly have been doing in Kathy's room? Playing a late-night game of scrabble?
The more she thought about it, picturing the two of them together, their sweaty, pubescent bodies wrapped around one another in the dark, moans escaping their young lips ... oh god, could it be true? ... the more Katie was horrified. Then her thoughts became as lascivious as the scene she had just witnessed.
She imagined herself in bed with the two of them, her body merging with Kevin's as Kathy watched on, a strange smile on her face. She wondered what Kathy had felt when Kevin's prick first entered her. Did she cry out in delight? Did she moan unceasingly?
Then a wicked though crossed her mind.
The tool shed. She remembered seeing it while peering out of the kitchen window and surveying the grounds, admiring how everything looked so green and healthy. The shed was tucked away in the corner, partially hidden by the trees as if its very existence was a shame.
Katie felt a painful jab in her chest. Was it really true? Kathy and Kevin? God ...
Then, she knew what she had to do. Perhaps the summer would hold more for her than she had thought. Reading novels while lazing in the backyard. Swimming occasionally. Seeing a movie now and then. Unwinding. It would be different now, she could feel it deep inside her. It certainly would be. She would have the boy, too. Already she could feel him alongside her. Why not? If he was this wicked, why wouldn't he agree to an affair with his aunt?
She would make him agree if need be. She would be at that tool shed tomorrow at the right moment. She would keep a close eye on the children all day if necessary. Then catch them in the act. Threaten them if she had to. Already she could hear herself craftily saying to Kevin: "You wouldn't want your mother to find out, would you?"
My god, Katie thought, I should tell Irene anyway. It would be wicked of me not to tell. But the feelings would remain. A verbal confession on my part would not fundamentally change them.
Not thinking of the moral aspect of what she was preparing to do-to seduce her sixteen-year-old nephew, by blackmail if necessary-Katie was now thoroughly dedicated to having her own way, letting her heated emotions carry her to what might be an alarming conclusion.
But if Kathy and her brother can keep their sexual relationship from their mother, why couldn't Kevin and I do the same? I would share him with Kathy. An arrangement could be worked out between the three of us. This idea amused Katie. She smiled in the dark, becoming aroused all over again. She knew she had the boy in her grasp now. All she had to do was pull him to her.
"Oh god, will I still be thinking this way tomorrow?" she wondered aloud. She was feeling sleepy now, even though the tingling sensations still persisted below her waist. She could ignore them She would save all her energy for tomorrow, for Kevin ...
Such crazy, crazy thoughts, she mused. What is the matter with you, Katie? You don't care what happens, do you? Not really, you don't. You're not even thinking of how the children will react. In your mind, it's all cut and dry, but will it work out that way in reality? If anyone ever caught on, it would be devastating for all of us.
Fucking my own sister's children! And them fucking each other ... .
Katie knew she wasn't strong enough to fight her inner longings. What happened would just have to happen. It would be out of her hands. I want to fuck Kevin, and by god that's just what I'm going to do, one way or another. I can't possibly corrupt him more than he already is, fucking his younger sister like he has been. You would never guess it to look at him. He looks as innocent and sweet as an angel.
Why, she thought, it's almost as if he's corrupting me. Seducing me. All he has to do is walk near me, and I want to grab him right then and there and ball the hell out of him. I almost think he's unconsciously urging me to reveal my true emotions.
Tomorrow will tell, she decided. She breathed easy, sleep covering her with its warm presence. Tomorrow ... will ... tell ... .
She fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.