Author's Note: This is not fiction. The events and persons mentioned herein are factual.
Christmas period, 1985, I just graduated from college. I was bored. I did not have a girlfriend. The phone call came, and my dad told me that his sister, my Aunt Jackie, needed to paint her flat and wondered if I could stay over at her place for a week or two to assist her. Her kids – my cousins – had gone over to another aunt's place to stay. Arthur, Aunt Jackie's husband, was an accountant, he came home late. Anyway, their marriage was undergoing some problems, because Arthur was having an extramarital affair. I was happy to oblige. I had always fantasized about Aunt Jackie. She was 40, milky-fair complexioned, and was not typically beautiful nor was she particularly fit; but she was slim with fleshiness in the right areas of her body. Her face had the kind of sexiness that you see of models in the dirty magazines in the 1970s. She was also religious as compared to the other aunts and uncles I had. I also knew she had a lovely patch of cunt fur. Once, during a family gathering, I sat across the living room opposite her; she wore this old-fashioned short dress and when she obliviously parted her thighs, I had a good look in between and saw the hairiness beneath the fabric of her light coloured panties, even with some strands sticking out through the sides. I got engrossed in the beauty of it till she caught me looking, but thank God she kept quiet, gave me a wicked discreet grin and resumed the ongoing conversation with my dad and the rest of the gang.
The next day I arrived at her place in the morning. She greeted me with a kiss on my cheek and I returned one too. I loved what she usually wore at home – this translucent nightie that showed the bra and undies he had on under. If the nightie was of an especially light colour, you'd enjoy the bonus of noticing the dense dark patch under her undies too if you focused. This time round however, she was wearing just a loose transparent skirt, panties, a loose transparent blouse and bra. It was not especially revealing, but when I got into the house, she told me to change into just my underwear so my clothes would not get stained. She too removed the skirt and blouse, and said she had already ruined a blouse and skirt the day before. At once I could not help but stare at her strong, fleshy, fair thighs. 'What the fuck was Arthur thinking about fucking another woman outside when he had this fuckable-looking woman to fuck all day?' I thought to myself. Anyway, we got down to painting immediately, as Aunt Jackie took one wall and I did the adjacent. Naturally I had a bulge in my underpants that felt like popping out anytime, and I tried to stand at an angle that would not allow my erection to be obvious. I glanced at her back every now and then, observing her thighs.
We each had a pan which we filled with paint from the main container. We finished the paint supply at about the same time and walked towards the container between us. I tried to avoid direct eye contact with her, embarrassed by the obvious bulge. Her voice interrupted my train of thoughts.
"You know, it's not something I haven't seen love!" She said.
"Huh? What? I feigned ignorance.
"Your cock. It's alright. I have seen my son's and Arthur's too."
I could only respond with an innocent smile.
"Sorry. I just can't help it."
"I am flattered."
I suddenly felt the boldness to express myself more.
"I have always found you attractive", I confided.
"I know. It's normal. You are at that age."
"No, it's not just that. I fantasize about you all the time!"
Silence, a polite smile from her.
"Am I that attractive? I am your auntie, I am 40."
"That's what makes you even more sexy."
"This is ironic."
"What is?" I ask.
"My husband is fucking an 18 year old outside, and my 18 year old nephew thinks about fucking me!"
"He's stupid." I say.
"But I am your auntie."
"That's why I feel closer to you even more."
"Do you know what's incest?"
"It's a name", I said, "a word like any other, that can make something good or bad."
She was taken aback by my clarification.
"It IS bad!" She insisted.
"Well, I trust you Aunt Jackie."
"And what do you expect me to do? Have sex with you? Are you mad?"
Our conversation was having a stimulating effect that made my erection grow even more.
"Aunt Jackie, don't get upset. I am not suggesting anything. I just wish we could sit down and let me tell you all the thoughts and feelings I have about you. Let me end this once and for all. You don't have to touch me. Just watch me....please. That's all I ask."
"Watch you do what?" she asked.
