Disclaimer: This story is fictitious and so are the characters. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are 18-years old or older. All rights reserved.
This is the final chapter of this story arc. Truthfully, it contains as much incest as non-consensual/reluctant sex, but I decided to submit to this section as that is where the other chapters reside, and the sex is often reluctant. If that bothers you, don't read it.
In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral and illegal, and not condoned by the author.
KRISSY'S MAKES THE GRADE
Powerful arms rode lax around her mid-section, and a warm petite body pressed against the curve of her back as a prying hand pawed gently at her big pillowy breasts. Kristina Donovan detected a tender kiss on her cheek as she lay on her side in a dreamless repose on the soft mattress.
"Wakey, wakey," the squeaky tone of her darling but commanding young niece rung in her ears to interrupt the sound sleep of the worn-out divorcee at what the dim sunlight indicated was the crack of dawn.
"Huh? What?" Krissy mumbled short questions consecutively, questioning the girlish voice rousing her from her much-needed slumber.
"Time to get up, Auntie Krissy," the overly enthusiastic nymph beckoned cheerfully, followed by a cryptic rejoinder. "You have a job to do."
"Britney, where? Umm, why are you in my room?" the mid-30's aunt yawned with confusion as to her whereabouts.
"He-he," Brit giggled like the 18-year-old teen she was, reminding her naked aunt of last night's scandalous sleepover and the many splendidly deviant acts they'd committed. "Wrong. You're in my room, in my bed. We had a slumber party. You know, sleeping together and doing other fun girly things. Remember?"
"Ohhh, oh my, yes, that's right," the pigtailed older woman stumbled as the flurry of sordid memories of lesbian oral sex and the huge strap-on dildo flooded her waking mind, rekindling a queasy revulsion throughout her gloriously nude body.
Suddenly, Krissy felt sore between the legs at the thought of the giant rubber cock her impertinent niece used to ravage her ragged, raw pussy, and even her jaw ached a bit from the furious tonguing of the cute young coed's insatiable clitoris.
"It was so much fun," Britney beamed with an impish grin that barely hid her delight in the fantastic dream come true of lusty, taboo incestuous sex with her decidedly straight, big-titted aunt. "I so want to do it again, but first, there's more to learn, and you have an assignment."
"Assignment? What more can there be?" the mentally tested and physically drained recent divorcee asked, apprehensively concerned about what further depravity could ensue after last night's debauchery.
Whatever Brit had in mind, the disquieted aunt was certain her uncompromising niece intended to take her further down the road to becoming Krissy -- subservient fuck doll, and retiring her staid, repressed former life as Kristina forever.
"It's your turn, Aunt Krissy," the charming, hard-bodied soccer star replied as if the question was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. "It's time to wake-up grandpa."
"So, go wake him up," Krissy sassed with a hint of irritation.
The groggy woman had forgotten David's bizarre message about 'wake-up bj's' yesterday in the kitchen. Unindoctrinated into the Thornton family wake-up protocol, she genuinely didn't understand what 'waking' her father truly entailed.
"No, no, sweetie. I said it's your turn," the intent girl insisted, ominously invoking the name of the power behind her imperative to press home the necessity of her aunt's participation. "No substitutions. David won't allow it."
Krissy furled her brow and looked incomprehensibly at her determined niece.
"Besides, I'm guessing by now grandpa is in on the game and may be expecting it," Brit added curiously. "I think he'd be disappointed if it was anyone but you."
"Oh, alright, I'll go," the unsure divorcee conceded, still not comprehending why her presence was so important, but intimidated by the mention of her demanding nephew's name and not wanting to cross his acolyte twin sister either.
Rolling out of bed, Krissy stretched her arms with her sleepy blue eyes closed. She yawned again with hands raised to the ceiling, marvelously elongating her voluptuous body as every muscle contracted in an unintendedly provocative pose, forcing a broad smile from her perverted niece observing longingly on the mattress.
Mindlessly shaking her head to send her adorable pigtails flying, the unaware woman twisted her full-figured torso first to the left, and then the right, sending her spectacularly large, pliant boobs jostling easily from one side to the other in an unknowingly suggestive showcase the bisexual teen simply ate up with a spoon.
Britney studied every magnificent curve of her tempting aunt's statuesque frame -- from her broad shoulders, to the appealing fullness of her big tits sloping delightfully without the aid of a bra, to the supple padding of her rounded tummy flaring to her mature hips and ass, and finally arriving at the plump pale mound of her hairless cunt.
To the smitten college girl, Aunt Krissy with the picture of female perfection, and she longed to return to the fragrant aromas of her delectable pussy, or roll in the mountains of her plush, pillowy breasts, or sense the flick of her revered aunt's tongue gliding up the gushing seam of her own steamy snatch.
"Oh, Brit, I'm sorry. I forgot where I was," the shaken woman gasped when she opened her fretful eyes to find her googly-eyed niece staring at her with a telling look speaking of both admiration and profound carnal desire.
"No apologies necessary, Aunt Krissy," Brit remarked happily. "You can do that all day as far as I'm concerned."
"Umm, yes, well, let me just get a robe on and we can go," her aunt declared, unnerved putting on such an unintentional but overtly sexual exhibition for the fixated lass.
"No need. Just go like that," the controlling vixen emphatically replied.
"What? I'm naked. I can't wake my father this way," Krissy appealed, her modest Kristina persona rising to the surface.
"Yeah, you can, and you will," Brit pushed back forcefully. "It's expected, and grandpa will love it."
Krissy cast an anguished expression of doubt but knew by now her niece was very serious and would tolerate no refusal.
"Anyway, by the time grandpa's awake," the teen beauty remarked with a knowing smirk, "what you're wearing, or not wearing, as it is, won't be the most important thing on his mind."
Krissy still hadn't adjusted to the rampant nudity pervading her sister's house and walking through the hallway with her equally naked libertine niece to the den serving as the temporary bedroom of her father left her feeling terribly exposed and vulnerable.
"Oh lord, Brit, I can't just enter my dad's room bare naked," the reserved woman murmured as they stood outside the closed door, ready to quietly slip in without disturbing the old man's sleep.
"Nonsense," Brit scoffed in return, adding a tidbit of information that did nothing to alleviate Krissy's fears. "Anyway, grandpa will probably be naked too, so it's no big deal."
The mentoring coed then looked at her troubled aunt and saw her sincere dread at what was about to happen. With a nod toward sympathy, Brit took Krissy by the hand to steady her quivering and reassure the mortified woman everything would be just fine.
"Look, let me give you some inside advice," the knowing teen stated about her demanding twin brother. "David has a certain way he likes things done, even blowjobs."
"Oh goodness, Britney," Krissy gasped at the verbal expression of what she now was certain was her awful task as her plight was conveyed in no uncertain terms. "I don't think I can do that. It's so, well, wicked and sinful."
"Don't worry, I'll help you," Brit assured earnestly, secretly happy at her aunt's doubts, disgracefully realizing it made Krissy's ultimate capitulation that much sweeter and highly entertaining. "Just follow my lead and grandpa will be happy. That means David will be happy too."
The profane youngster gave her hesitant aunt a gentle nudge on her ripe bare ass once the door was opened, prodding Krissy to shuffle her feet grudgingly across the carpeted floor to where her father quietly slept.
The women of the Thornton household were learning morning that Sam was a sound sleeper, especially after few rounds of whisky the night before, and this morning was no different. The burly ex-soldier snored calmly on his back in deep slumber covered only by a light blanket, half kicked off the bed by his nighttime shifting and turning.
Brit gently pulled the edge of the fabric tucked beneath her grandpa's slack leg, but otherwise, the covering came away easily to reveal the old man's naked body.
"Oh, this is too bizarre, Brit," Krissy whispered at the still unusual vision of her nude father's impressively muscular body in the faint light filtering through the half-pulled blinds as morning drew upon them.
The most demented sight of all for the disheartened divorcee was the slack tube of flaccid flesh flopped between her aged dad's muscular thighs.