Chapter 2

During the next month, Grace passed a good deal of time attempting to rehabilitate her two wayward nephews. She imposed a strict curfew on them, made them attend church every Sunday, and at least once a day she read an appropriate passage from the Bible to them. She was certain that a summer of careful supervision would turn them towards a decent future.

She deeply regretted that first day when she'd spied on Roy masturbating. She thought about it with a mixture of guilt and lust, and the feeling of lust would produce even more guilt. Fearful of the desires it might awaken in her, she had never again tried to peep at the boys in their rooms. She even avoided relieving her own tensions by masturbation. She was determined to be righteous. How could she possibly straighten the boys out if she herself was sinful? The result was that most of the time she was horny and jumpy and her pussy embarrassingly wet. Better to be wet down there than to be a sinner, she thought.

One afternoon as she sat on the back lawn reading the Bible to the boys, she noticed they were staring at her legs. She suddenly noticed that the position she'd taken, facing them in a chair while they sat on the grass, left her legs and thighs exposed and possibly even more.

At first she tried keeping her legs pressed together, hoping that if she ignored the way they were looking at her the problem would be solved. But then a strange compulsion overcame her and she found herself gradually opening her legs again.

Her pussy was wet. She could feel the wetness along the insides of her thighs. She realized the crotch of her pantyhose must be sopping. She was sorry she wore pantyhose instead of merely panties. The boys would be able to see more with panties covering her crotch.

It's wicked, she thought. But she opened her legs even farther and blushed when she saw their eyes devouring the shadowy insides of her thighs.

She thought about Roy's cock, the way his prick had looked when his jism had erupted. She wondered if Calvin had a bigger cock than Roy.

The boys had been seeing some of the girls they'd met at church. They were always home by ten o'clock in the evening, but there was time enough. Did they do things with their girls? Teenagers were supposedly fast nowadays. Did Calvin and Roy fuck their girlfriends?

She knew that some boys were attracted to women rather than girls, woman her own age. She imagined herself doing things with her nephews and she blushed again.

"That's enough," she said.

The boys grinned and Calvin said, "Enough what, Aunt Grace?"

"Enough of the Bible for one day."

"But we like it, Aunt Grace. You can't stop if we like it." Their eyes were fixed on the opening between her legs. Calvin chuckled and ran his tongue over his lips. Then he closed his hand around her ankle.

She cried out and groaned, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, Aunt Grace. I'm just touching your leg."

"Stop it! Stop doing that, the neighbors will see!"

Roy laughed. "Fuck the neighbors, Aunt Grace. Open your legs and show us what you've got."

She whimpered, wondering if she'd heard him right. She felt dizzy. I'll faint, she thought. Was it a dream? Then she felt Calvin's hand squeezing her ankle and she knew it wasn't a dream.

"Please let me go," she moaned.

Instead, Calvin pulled at her ankle to get her to open her legs even more.

"I'll punish you," she said. "You can't treat me like this. The judge said I could punish you and that's exactly what I'll do. You ought to wash your mouth, Roy, for using a nasty word like that in front of me. And Calvin, you must get your hand off my foot. I won't stand for this!"

But he pulled at her ankle again, and this time her legs were spread wide enough for them to see the crotch of her pantyhose.

She was afraid that if they made a ruckus the neighbors would see what was going on. I'll whip them around when I get them in the house, she thought.

In the meantime the boys had a good view of her cunt-bush through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose.

Calvin looked at Roy and Roy giggled, "She's wet."

Roy nodded. "Maybe she's pissed in her pants."

Grace groaned and fainted.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting in an easy chair in the living room. It took awhile before she realized her arms and legs were tied to the chair and she couldn't move.

"You passed out," Calvin said. "We had to carry you into the house."

The boys were standing in front of her, smiling, their eyes bright.

She moaned. "Why have you tied me up? You mustn't do this!"

They ignored her. Then Calvin moved forward and put his hand on one of her tits. She was shocked. A shudder ran through her body as she realized what they intended to do. Her eyes wide, she gazed down at his hand as it gripped the mound of her tit through the material of her dress and bra.

It can't be, she thought, this can't be happening.

Calvin said, "She's got great tits. Have a feel, Roy."

Roy snickered and stepped forward to share her tits with his brother. They squeezed and mauled her tits, and then Calvin brought out a knife and he began cutting her dress away.

He cut her dress into pieces until her bra was completely exposed.

"Christ, what a pair!" Calvin said Roy. "You remember that girl, Cindylou? These are bigger."

Grace screamed. A hand suddenly covered her mouth and her screams was muffled into a gurgle. Then a piece of her dress was stuffed into her mouth, and she found herself unable to make any sound except an animal-like whimper.

Using his knife, Calvin cut the straps of her bra and peeled it away from her tits.

She could see the hot lust in their eyes. Their eyes glittered as they gazed at the heaving globes of her tits, and she shuddered as she realized that having them look at her this way turned her on.

Both boys moved forward to squeeze and fondle her milk-white tits. Grace whimpered with embarrassment. No one had touched her tits since her high school days, no one except her doctor and, when he did it, there was never anything erotic about it. Not like this. She hated herself for getting turned on by the way her two nephews pinched and pulled her thick pink nipples.

She quivered with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Calvin chuckled, "You've got the nicest tits I've ever seen, Aunt Grace. How're you doing? Feeling okay? We've got a long afternoon ahead. We wouldn't want you to be too uncomfortable. I'm sorry about the gag."

Grace shook her head and grunted through the cloth.

"What's the matter?" Calvin said. "You don't like the gag? But you'll scream without it, Aunt Grace. If we take the gag out, do you promise not to scream?"

Grace violently moved her head up and down, and a moment later Calvin pulled the gag out of her mouth.

"I'll do anything you want," she gasped. "Just don't hurt me."

The boys grinned.

"That's better," Calvin said. "Isn't it, Roy?"

"Sure is," the younger boy said. "She'll be good, I know she will."

"That's right, Aunt Grace. You just behave yourself and everything'll be fine."

"Anything you want," she groaned. She was thankful not to have the gag in her mouth any more. At least now she could breathe freely. Now she might have a chance to talk herself out of this nightmare.

Then Calvin pinched her nipples and she remembered how vulnerable she was, how much at their mercy.

"We're going to get the rest of your clothes off," Calvin said.

She whimpered. "Do you have to do that?"

"We wanna look at you. How're we gonna look at your pussy if you've got clothes on?"

He started cutting the rest of her dress away. She told herself there was nothing she could do about it. Her nephews intended to look at her cunt and there was nothing she could do about it. It took him no more than a moment to slice her pantyhose to ribbons and pull everything away from her body until she was completely exposed.

"Jesus, what a cunt!" Roy croaked. "Look how hairy she is!" Grace blushed. Her legs weren't that much apart, but they could see enough. She discovered it wasn't that awful being naked under their eyes, not painful at least. And even a bit exciting. Yes, she had to admit that. It thrilled her to have them look at her naked pussy.

They untied her legs. She wondered what was happening, but then they pulled her knees back to her tits and once again tied her ankles to the chair.

Now her crotch was completely exposed to their eyes, the slash of her wet hairy cunt, her clit, her cunthole and her pinkish-brown ass-hole. Never in her life had she been exposed like this and it made her heart pound in her throat.

They gazed at her cunt with hot eyes.

Calvin smiled. "That's a ripe-looking pussy, Aunt Grace."

Crouching down, he ran his fingertips along the insides of her thighs and then along the edges of her cunt lips. He teased her pussy, probed his fingers into the wet gash of her cunt and then tickled her cunthole. She groaned with mortification. She wanted to die. Then she cried out as she suddenly felt one of his fingers pushing inside her ass-hole.

"Oh, my God, what are you doing?" she moaned.

Calvin snickered. "Feeling how tight your ass-hole is, Aunt Grace. Roy-likes to fuck ass-holes, don't you, Roy?"

"That's right," the younger boy said. "You ever had a cock in there, Aunt Grace?"

"Never! That's a sin!"

"You'll get a load of cock in there and you won't have time to yell how sinful it is. I bet she's got a tight ass."

"Like a drum," Calvin said. "Feel it yourself."

Grace shuddered as Calvin pulled his finger out of her ass. Roy ran his fingers up and down her asscrack, his eyes bright as he gazed at her puckered bung.

"Christ, she's got hair even around her ass-hole," Roy said. "That really turns me on."

Calvin laughed. "You're an ass-hole freak."

Grace found it hard to believe these were actually her two young nephews talking like this, using such language in front of her. And the fingers! First Calvin's finger and then Roy's finger exploring her ass-hole. She wanted to die of shame.

The boys finally moved back and began stripping their clothes off. Grace watched them with a pounding heart. She bit her lip with fear and excitement when their cocks were at last exposed.

They were both heavily hung, their cocks huge, their balls bloated. Roy had a stiff hard-on, his cockhead leaking fluid, but Calvin's prick was still only half erect.

"We'll untie you," Calvin said, "but if you try anything funny you'll be sorry. You understand, Aunt Grace?"

She nodded. The ropes were chafing her skin. She had no choice but to obey them. They were too strong for her and she was afraid of what they might do.

When they had her untied, Calvin made her stand in front of him. They watched her carefully to see if she would try anything, but she stood there meekly with her face flushed and her heart pounding.

Calvin snickered. "That's the way, Aunt Grace. Don't make a move unless we tell you to."

Once again he put his hands on her tits. His fingers pressed firmly into the meaty globes, squeezing her titflesh until she sucked in her breath to keep from screaming. A mewling sound of desperation came out of her throat.

"Nice, big, juicy tits," Calvin said. "I always liked your tits, Aunt Grace, always wanted to feel them."

"Please..." she groaned.

"Lean forward so we can see how they hang."

She told herself she had no choice. Blushing, she leaned forward so that her heavy tits swung like melons in front of their eyes. Her nipples were stiff and they pointed at the floor like two hard spikes.

Roy moved forward now, extended his hands to hold her tits and pinch her nipples between his fingers.

"I've dreamed about these tits," Roy said. "You ever had a cock between your tits, Aunt Grace?"

"Of course not!"

Roy chuckled, a crazy gleam in his eyes. He pinched her nipples hard and she screamed.

Calvin cursed and slapped her face. "Shut up, you fucking bitch!" Then he told Roy: "Tie her hands behind her back. The bitch can't be trusted."

Grace begged them to leave her hands untied, pleaded that she'd behave, but it did no good. In a moment they had her hands roped behind her back. She whimpered as they pushed her towards her bedroom.

They threw her down on the bed, forced her to stretch out on her back.

Roy laughed and sat down on her thighs. "Be a nice little horsey, Aunt Grace."

Using both hands, he pressed the globes of her tits together and lowered his face to suck and bite her nipples. When he bit too hard, she lost control of herself and tossed and kicked on the bed.

Roy bolted upright, cursed and whacked her face with his hand. "What the fuck are you doing? I'll kill you!"

She tasted blood in her mouth and thought she'd pass out. She closed her eyes and prayed it was only a dream and that she'd wake up. Her tits felt hot and tingling, and she realized he was sucking her nipples again, working them between his sharp teeth. She groaned in despair as she realized it felt good.

He finally lifted his face and smiled down at her. "Delicious tits, Aunt Grace."

"You're disgusting!"

He laughed and shifted his body so that he could spread her thighs around his legs. She was helpless. She whimpered when his hand searched her cunt, pulled and tugged at her cunt lips. His fingers poked and pinched and stabbed. One finger stroked and tickled up and down the gash of her pussy until her cunt juice started oozing. As soon as he felt the wetness in her cunt, he leaned forward again to suck her nipples. He sucked and bit and chewed, and this time she lay quietly as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Roy's fingers were inside her cunt now, stabbing deep and hard, spreading her thick cunt lips wide to allow her creamy cunt juice to pour out. He fucked his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy and it wasn't long before she began squirming her cunt against his hand.

"Oh, God, please don't!" she moaned. "Please don't do this to me! I beg you, please don't!"

He laughed and worked another finger inside her pussy. Calvin moved to them now. He lifted her legs and held them wide apart as Roy continued fucking her cunt with his hand.

"You've got a juicy cunt, Aunt Grace," Roy said. "How come you've been living alone all these years? Don't you dig fucking?"

"You're a beast!' she spat. "Both of you are beasts! I'm your aunt!"

"That makes it more fun," he chuckled.

He pulled his fingers out of her juice-drenched cunt. Crouching between her raised legs, he lowered his face to peer at her pussy. Using both hands, he pulled her cunt lips wide apart and stared at the pink meat of her pussy.

Grace whimpered when he brought his nose closer to sniff the aroma of her cuntflesh. Then she felt his lips and tongue on her cunt. He pushed his tongue deep inside between her cunt lips. No one had ever done this to her before and the sensation was incredibly lovely.

The boy laughed. He could feel her reaction to his tongue, feel the shivering of her hot thighs, her guts catching with fire, her luscious ass tightening with lust. He gobbled her drooling cuntmeat, lapping his tongue again and again against her turgid clit, her stiff little cunt-nipple, her passion button. Then he suddenly pulled his mouth away from her oozing pussy.

Grace moaned and heaved her crotch at his face as she tried to get his tongue back.

Roy grinned. "You like it, huh? You like my tongue in your hot pussy, don't you, Aunt Grace?"

She closed her eyes. She hated him and loved him at the same time. She squirmed on the bed, her bound hands lifting her ass, her pussy gyrating under his nose.

"Suck it," she hissed. "Suck my cunt!"

"Naughty Grace," Roy laughed. He looked at Calvin. The older boy was standing beside the bed, his fist slowly pumping his hard prick as he watched his brother and his aunt.

"Fuck her," Calvin said. "Get your prick in her pussy and fuck her."

"No ... please don't!" she wailed.

They laughed at her. Calvin held her legs while Roy positioned himself between her thighs. In a moment she felt the younger boy's huge cockhead pressing against her cuntflesh.

He rubbed his cock-knob up and down between her cunt lips, wetting it in the slime oozing out of her cunt.

Grace moaned each time his hot cockhead touched her clit. The feel of it was marvelous, much more thrilling than a finger. I'm a slut, she thought. My own nephew is rubbing my pussy with his prick and I love it! Then once again she prayed it would all end.

Roy found her cunthole with his cockhead now, and with a powerful lurch he jammed his prick inside her juice-drenched fuck-channel.

Grace cried out as the full length of the boy's cock rammed forward to stretch her cunt muscles and bury itself deep inside her pussy.

He might be a boy, but he's got the cock of a man, she thought. She'd lost count of the years since her pussy has been stretched by a hot cock like this. An incestuous cock. Her own nephew was fucking her.

He began pumping his prick in and out of her cunt. Again and again his cock pounded her pussy. His hips worked like a machine. His cock battered her swollen cuntflesh as he rammed it in and out of her greasy cunt.

She opened her legs as wide as possible, pushed her ass up with her bound hands. She didn't dare let him know how much she loved it, but she couldn't avoid squirming her cunt against his pounding fuckmeat.

Roy was gasping now, the jism boiling in his balls as he pumped his way towards a climax. Her cunt gripped his cock like a hot glove. He tried to hold back, tried to delay the end, but it was no use. With a deep groan, he buried his prick as deeply as possible inside her clutching pussy and shot his load.

Spurt after spurt of hot jism splashed out of his cock to soak the insides of her cunt.

Grace cried out and came, pumping her cunt at the boy's prick, wriggling her ass as she tried to draw every drop of jism out of his young balls. She continued pumping her pussy in a delirium, unaware when Roy rolled off her body to be replaced by Calvin. Now she was being fucked again, Calvin's bigger cock reaming out her cunt until she had to gasp at the feel of it. Her eyes rolling up, she convulsed once again under his thrashing cock.

"Juicy," Calvin grunted as he pulled his limp prick out of his aunt's slimy fuck-hole. "She's a juicy bitch and we're going to have ourselves a time with her."