Always Loved You

Authors note: I would like to clearly state that this story is a complete fabrication of my twisted mind, and that any and every person in this story is completely fictional.

I would also like to apologize up front for any misspellings or grammatical errors.

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Always Loved You

Chapter 1

My name is Ryan. My dad is a bigshot lawyer, and my mom is a fairly well-known trashy romance novelist. They divorced five years ago with him moving to Chicago and my mother, my twin sisters, and I, staying back in California.

Dad is consumed with his career and a fucking asshole, especially to me, mom is a bitch to everyone but me, who would fuck anyone to help her climb the ladder of success, and my sisters, whom I've lovingly call Bitch 1 and Bitch 2, are your typical high school senior "Valley Girls" cheerleaders, who think the world revolves around them. I may be exaggerating, but just a little.

They're eighteen, beautiful, and they haven't talked with me in over two years because I'm just their geeky, ball playing, big brother. Not that I've missed talking with them.

As for myself, I'm twenty-one, six foot two, roughly 210 pounds, kind of geeky, and in my fourth year of college on an academic scholarship. My school breaks are usually spent attending one of the Arizona baseball camps hoping to make it to the majors someday. It's a dream I have. Thankfully, I'm smart enough to be majoring in medicine with a minor in education, because honestly, I'll probably never make it to the majors.

Anyways, I was getting ready for ball camp when my mother called and informed me that I was being voluntold to take the upcoming winter break off from ball camp and fly to Aunt Emily's ranch near Cheyanne, Wyoming. This was to help her out for a few weeks with the ranch's daily chores. Albert, a close friend of Uncle Dave's growing up, who worked on the ranch for the past sixteen years is the only hired hand, needed to take time to visit his wife's family in Texas and he would only be gone a week or two, a month at most. When I told her I would miss classes if it was over two weeks, she told me to suck it up for a family member who needs help. What could I say to that?

She said my aunt insisted she could handle it on her own until my mom told her that I would be glad to help, and since she was paying for ball camp, and my extra's while in school, that was that. Mom told me when my aunt found out I would be "happy" to come help, she sounded excited to have me spend some time with her. I guess deep down I really didn't mind going to Aunt Emily's as she has always been my favorite aunt. When I was younger, I was a bit of a loaner, a lot geek and didn't have many friends. When she would visit she always spend lots of time with me doing things like reading comics, playing video games, binge watching Star Wars, and just talking about life and where I hoped to be in a few years.

I really wanted to go to camp this winter, but also knew that without help, my aunt would work herself into an early grave trying to do everything herself. And I really loved my Aunt Emily.

She was the baby of four sisters (actually, the three oldest are half-sisters to her. Gramma's first husband passed away when the three oldest were very young. It only took Gramma a year before she remarried and another to have Emily). We used to joke that meant she was my half-aunt. And I knew when half I wanted. (Bad boy, Ryan! Bad boy!) The girls ranged in ages from my mom being forty-six, to my Aunt Emily who is thirty-eight.

Aunt Emily has always been a bit of a bad ass bitch who didn't take fools lightly. She was also a beautiful woman. Auburn hair that went down past her shoulders when not up, hazel eyes, a hourglass figure with C cup breast which looked bigger on her small frame, strong sexy legs and an ass that could turn a gay guy straight. Think Bryce Dallas Howard with bigger breast. She was also a loving, caring woman (and my biggest crush during puberty, and still). At least that's how I remembered her. And that's why I loved my aunt. Or should I say that's why I've always been in love with my aunt.

Between school and playing ball, with the exception of my uncle's funeral four years ago, which was the last time I saw her, and then for no more than about a minute when we first arrived, I hadn't spent any time with my aunt in over six years.

When I arrived at Cheyanne airport, I went through deplaning, had already gotten my bag and was keeping watch for my aunt. She didn't seem to have gotten there yet so I took a seat knowing she would eventually end up here at baggage claim looking for me.

It wasn't long before I saw her coming down the escalator. She was looking around for me, and looked directly at me at least twice, but didn't recognize me and kept looking. The last time we spent any time together I was all of five eight and maybe a hundred and sixty pounds. Much different from today.

I stood as she walked right past me toward the baggage carousel. Not surprisingly, she was even more beautiful than I remembered her. In the jeans, the flannel shirt, jean jacket and cowboy hat she was wearing, she was cowgirl hot. And I'm not the only one who thought so as every guy and many of the gals standing around stared at her in awe of her hotness. I called out. "Aunt Emily!" She turned and looked right past me, again. She started walking back in the direction she came from when I stepped right in front of her. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" She said as she shifted herself and walked around me saying "Dumbass!" under her breath.

"Stop!" I called out to her with a laugh. She turned and got right up into my face, or at least she tried. Aunt Emily was all of five five. "What the hell are you laughing at!" she growled.

If I didn't know her, I would've been a lot taken aback and a little scared.

"Aunt Emily. It's me, Ryan." I said to her.

She froze looking at my face. "No way!" She stepped back to get a wider view of me. "Oh my god! Your mother told me you had grown, but I never expected this."

In my now typical smart-ass fashion, I replied with, "We do that, you know."

My aunt jumped into my arms, her lips contacting mine in a quick, soft kiss, her arms hugging me around the neck and said, "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you."

"No problem," I said as I hugged her tight. "I recognized you in a nano-second."

We stood there in the airport hugging for what felt to me like just seconds, but I would have stood there for days just holding her in my arms. Her face close to mine, her firm tits against my chest, and her crotch against my right leg as her right knee slid between my legs. Just before she let go of me, she once again gave me a not so quick, and not so soft kiss on the lips.

I almost didn't let go of her because she felt so amazing in my arms and on my lips. But it was a good thing she pulled away when she did as I was starting to get a boner, which would have been seriously embarrassing for me.

My aunt stepped back from me a second time. "Let me take a look at you." She said. "WOW! I can't believe how much you've grown. I was looking for someone around your father's size." Dad was five nine and maybe a hundred and sixty pounds. So, I was quite a bit bigger than he was.

"Well," she said. "We better get going." I picked up my bag in one hand as my aunt took my other and we walked hand in hand to her truck. I put my bag in the back and climbed into the cab with my aunt. On the hour-long drive to the ranch, we chatted about family, school and life in general.

***

The next morning I took the truck to town to get oil and a filter to do a change on the truck. As I stood in line to pay three older guys came over and asked me who I was. I told them I was Emily Collins' nephew Ryan. One thing led to another, and I ended up in a holding cell on a disturbing the peace charge. To say my aunt was not happy having to come and get me was an understatement.

I refused to say anything until she arrived so when she got there the sheriff could only tell her what he had gotten from Ed Ramos' buddies witnesses statements, that I just hit Ed for no reason. Of course everyone else who witnessed what happened all said that Ed Ramos was at fault even though they didn't hear all what was said during the engagement.

As soon as I was brought out from my holding cell, my aunt asked me for my side of the story. I told her that some asshole pissed me off and that I didn't want to talk about it. At which I was told in no uncertain terms, she didn't care what I wanted, and to start talking.

The sheriff added, "Or would you rather spend the night back in the holding cell, and tell it to the judge in the morning?"

Not wanting that, I started talking. "I was standing in line when three guys enter the store."

The sheriff interrupted, "That would be Ed Ramos, Carl Jenson and Tommy Manning."

"Ed." She said with distain. "That figures."

The sheriff leaned down to her and whispered an agreement.

"If you say so." I said. "The asshole came up to me and asked who I was. When I told them I was your nephew." I paused a few seconds before going on. "He turned to his buddy's and said something about you that was rude as shit." I spoke not wanting to repeat it to her.

"What did he say?" The sheriff and my aunt asked in unison.

I looked her straight in the eyes and told her. "He said, 'Damn boy, that's a whole lot of fine woman."

"You hit him for that?" She asked

I bowed my head and said, "No."

She lifted my chin with her hand and asked, "Well, what the hell did he say that got you so mad you felt the need to deck him?"

"It was when he turned to his friends and said, 'Fellers, I'd fuck her in front of my wife's divorce lawyer."

It took all the sheriff had not to laugh. My aunt thought for a few seconds before she smiled and told me, "I appreciate you sticking up for me. I really do. But don't go getting into fights just because some country hick like Ed Ramos mouths off about me. Okay?"

"I'll try." I said looking away.

She pulled my face down to her's and in her best Yoda impersonation said. "There is no try. There is do, or do not."

I chuckled at our little insider joke. "Yes, Ma'am." We are both big Yoda fans and quoted Yoda whenever the occasion occurred.

The sheriff told her that charges were not being pressed as there had only been two disturbing (in air quotes) sounds. "Your nephew hitting Ed, and Ed hitting the floor." He also informed us that the store owner and all the witnesses told him that as far as they were concerned, they didn't see or hear anything, and that Ed just fell down on his own stupidity.

Turning and speaking directly to me, the sheriff informed me I was being released to my aunt and that if anything like this happened again, charges will be filed on me no matter the provocation. I told the sheriff I was sorry and that I understood.

As we walked to her car, she repeated what the asshole said, then said out loud. "Well, I've had worst things said about me." We laughed all the way back to the store so I could get what I left behind and get her truck.

***

It had been a nice visit so far. Reconnecting with Aunt Emily had been lots of fun talking about the last Star Wars movies, what was happening with our country, and long discussions about life and where it had taken each of us.

The morning of the forth day I had just gotten up and was heading to the bathroom to relieve my morning wood. When I was stepping out of my room I caught sight of my aunt, who except for a towel wrapped around her head, was walking down the hall naked as the day she was born. For being thirty-eight, which at the time was old compared to my twenty-one, she had a rockin' ass (see above statement). At first, I thought I was lucky as hell, then I figured it happened because she wasn't use to being alone in the house. But that was just the start.

That night when she was heading to bed, she came up to me for a good night hug. This hug lasted longer than any goodnight hug I've ever had prior to then, even with girls at school. Also, as I hugged her, I could feel that she had nothing on under her thin robe. At least no bra.

The next morning just after breakfast, my aunt grab her keys and said she was going to town to run some errands. I finished eating and was heading to my room to shower and get dressed for the day when I saw a pair of her underwear on the floor outside her bedroom door. I picked them up, looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and felt the crotch. Holy shit! The crotch was wet, not damp, but wet with her juices. I looked around again, raised them to my nose and took a deep inhaling breath. Then I licked the crotch for a taste of her pussy. I almost busted a nut right there in the hallway.

Figuring the old rule of 'finder's keepers' I took them to my room, pulled off my t-shirt, dropped my shorts, fell back on the bed, wrapped the panties around my now stiff cock and slowly started stroking off while daydreaming of my aunt slowly sucking my cock.

My stroking got faster as my dream shifted from her blowing me to her sitting on my cock and fucking the shit out of me. In my mind I could see her naked, her hands playing with her bouncing tits, pulling and sucking on her nipples. I could hear her crying out, "Yes! Fuck Me Baby! Shoot Your Load In My Juicy Cunt!'

It didn't take long before my legs went stiff, my face scrunched up, and my hand squeeze my cock to hold my cum from blasting out until I could hold it no longer and released my finger lock blasting my first two shots into her panties. It was the most powerful orgasm from a stroke session I had ever had. My hand and her panties slid off my throbbing cock and I blasted another couple of shots into the air, landing on my chest. I laid there for a few minutes and then must have nodded off.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I began coming out of my slumber, I thought I heard the bedroom door closing. I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling for a few minutes wondering if I made too much noise and my aunt had opened the door and saw me laying there naked, covered in cum and her panties in my hand. Then I remembered she had left for town. But what if I had been out longer than I thought, and she had come back already. I realized later that I was probably only out for about ten to fifteen minutes.

When I got up to clean up, I was surprised to find that there was almost no cum on me. None on my chest and just a drop from my dick below the limp head. There was a lot in my aunt's panties, but not nearly enough for my typical orgasm. It didn't make sense.

I sat up in bed and licked her panties clean of our my cum, and what was left of her body juices. This was something I often did when jerking off. It all started when I was around fourteen and began spying on my mom in the shower. Sometimes when she would fuck herself with her fingers or a toy cock, I would pretend it was my mom's cum I was swallowing. I know. Twisted! But my mom was, and is still, pretty hot. At least I thought so.

I cleaned up what cum I could find, which wasn't much, took a shower, stroked off again, got dressed and on weak legs headed out to work in the barn.

***

That night I woke to what I could only, at least at the time, call groans. For just a second I thought the old place might be haunted. For just a second. Anyways, I opened my door and heard more groans coming from the direction of my aunt's room. I crept, yes crept, down the hall stopping at my aunt's door. There was light coming from under the door and then I heard my aunt's voice. "Yes, Master! Please let me cum, Master!"

I crept back down the hall thinking she must be with someone. As I closed my door, I thought I could hear another door open. I raced back to my bed as quickly and quietly as possible and pretended to be asleep. A few seconds later I heard my door open and footsteps approaching my bed. I stayed as still as I could pretending to be asleep. As I laid there on my side, I felt a hand softly touch my shoulder and a voice whisper. "Oh Ryan. I so wish..."

A few seconds later, I heard a sigh as the hand was removed, footsteps and my door closing. Barely audible footsteps led away from my door, and another door closed.

As I laid awake listening to the silence it dawned on me. My aunt was a sexual submissive. COOL!

***

The next day as I was working out by the barn when my aunt called me in for lunch. We talked a little and before I finished my aunt got up, placed her plate in the sink and headed down the hall toward her bedroom without another word to me. I finished lunch, cleaned up our dishes, filled my water bottle and headed back to the barn to finish changing the oil on her truck.

As I walked out the back door, I stopped as I heard a voice moan coming from somewhere to the right of the porch. It turned out to be coming from my aunt's bedroom window. The window was open about three inches, which was confusing as it was winter and needing cool air was contrary to heat on in the house. As I got closer to the window I heard another moan. I carefully worked my way to the window trying to make as little noise as possible.

As I peeked through the window opening, I could see my aunt laying on her bed naked from the waist down and with her right hand she pumped a flesh-colored rubber cock in and out of her pussy. "Oh Ryan!" She none to softly cried out. "Oh Ryan! Fuck me, Master! Fuck me hard!"

I pulled away from the window in total shock. My aunt was masturbating thinking of me fucking her. And calling me "Master." My dick was instantly hard. I took another peak wanting to see her big tits, but no luck. She still had her shirt on although her free hand was tucked inside of it, undoubtedly playing with one of her tits. I continued watching her when she softly cried out, "OH YES! OH YES, MASTER! I'M CUMMING!" I watched her orgasm, and it made me so fucking hot that I had to jack off soon or I was going to blow my load in my pants.

I crept, yes again, crept away from the window. When I was off the porch I quickly headed to the barn as my cock was now throbbing and so hard I thought it was about to rip right through my jeans.

In the barn, I climbed up the ladder to the hayloft, dropped my pants, grabbed my cock and started stroking off. I'm not sure how long it took, because it felt like I stroked off for only seconds and hours at the same time. When I finally busted my second nut of the day rope after rope shot from the head as I just stood there, my arms and legs shaking in ecstasy.

I turned my body and just fell backwards onto a pile of hay, my pants around my ankles and still holding my cock in my hand. I knew that I would pay later for laying on the hay with my bare skin, but at the time I really didn't give a shit.

As my body calmed down the last drops of cum dripped out of the head of my now semi-rigid cock onto my stomach. I reached down and wiped the drops up with my fingers, brought them to my mouth and licked my cum off them.

"I'll bet that taste delicious." A voice spoke. I looked up at my aunt climbing up the ladder to the loft. I just laid there busted. "Did you like watching me through the window?" She asked with a smile. "I opened it hoping you would hear me and stop by and watch." I was in shock by her confession.

She reached the top of the ladder and stood before me wearing her long work coat with a canvas bag over her shoulder. "You didn't realize it, but I could see you in the reflection of my mirror." She dropped the bag, unbuttoned and opened her coat displaying her beautiful naked body to me. I felt my cock twitch from the sudden view. She reached into the bag she was carrying and pulled out a big thick quilt like the ones on each of the beds in the house.