Unless I am a pervert and views things of a sexual nature different to average folks, I think I could say with some degree of conviction that it is impossible for two members of the opposite sex who are at an age of sexual interest whether young or old, related or not, to be living alone together in a house and not, at times, at least play with the idea of having sex with each other. Putting aside the factors of sexual unattractiveness or low libido, under such circumstances, sex is sure to find a welcome playground in one or both minds.
Now, I am a twenty two year old man who is, judging from reactions that I get, very attractive to females. I have almost no inhibitions where sex is concerned, and a very high sex drive. My aunt Delena, who is sixty, used to be, from all I've heard and from pictures of her that I've seen something of a bombshell. At this advanced age she still possesses a reasonably well preserved face and figure and a definite sexual glint in her eyes. The body of a black woman is not easily slackened by age. Aunt Delena was cruelly abandoned five years ago by her husband of thirty five years, for a much younger woman.
Judging from the movies she shows interest in, and a little discovery I accidentally made a few weeks ago; sex toys in her bedroom, Delena is still very much interested in sex. I also know that she likes a regular drink, her preference being rum and ginger. She openly takes an occasional drink, but behind the door of her bedroom and when she is alone at home, indulges much more frequently than she lets on; I've seen the bottles in the garbage, and seen her in a bit of a tipsy condition a number of times when there was no signs of her having been drinking.
Delena is known by the family to be deathly afraid of storms, to the point of sometimes visibly trembling while one is raging. Beats me how someone could live to be sixty and still be afraid of storms, like a child. Of her three grown children two of them are married and living some distance away. The eldest of the three, a girl, is the unmarried one, and was living with her until about a year ago when she went abroad to take up a well-paying job.
I recently secured a job at a meteorological center a distance away from my home town, but very close to my aunt's home. Her younger sister, my mom, asked her to let me move in with her until I found a place of my own, and she agreed.
As the weeks of living with my aunt went by, I found myself becoming more and more aware of her as a woman, and enjoyed the occasional sight of her in thin nightdresses or loose and accidentally revealing clothes. I was almost always hard when around her, or fantasizing about seeing her naked and making love to that splendid mature body. After about three weeks there I had made up my mind that if the opportunity presented itself I was going to fuck my aunt Delena. I progressed from waiting for an opportunity, to planning in my head how to speed up the possibility.
My job at the met office meant that I had knowledge of impending storms; and it clicked in my mind that a good storm would bring me results as far as fucking Delena was concerned.
So it was that on a night when there was going to be a lot of thunder, lightning and rain I came home that evening with a large bottle of rum, a six pack of ginger ale, and a big lie.
It started raining moderately but consistently about seven o'clock, by which time my aunt had already taken her bath, had dinner, and was plopped down in front of the TV. I knew that the weather was going to get very nasty by about nine o'clock. I took my bath and put on boxers and T-shirt, and entered the den where Delena was sitting and sipping a disguised rum and ginger. I saw how her eyes popped open when she saw the large bottle of rum I was holding in my hand and the two glasses. I put them down on the coffee table without saying a word, and left the room. I returned shortly after with ginger ale and a bowl of ice cubes. I sat down on the sofa next to my aunt. Usually I would sit in a separate chair. She was wearing a loose, knee length towel robe with a nightie of similar length underneath.
"Aunt Delena, I know that you don't drink often, but I'd be happy if tonight you'd join me in knocking off this bottle, it's kind of an occasion, I got an unexpected little promotion today, and as I don't have any drinking buddies as yet at work, I brought home this for us to celebrate together."
She looked at the bottle and then back at me incredulously.
"What's wrong auntie, you don't like this type of rum; or if you don't feel like drinking it's alright with me, I won't mind."
"No, no, Pat, I'm just surprised, did I hear you say knock off the bottle?" and she gave me the incredulous look again, followed by a wry smile.
"I never even knew that you drank alcohol; I guess I still see you as my little nephew."
"Actually I don't drink,' I lied, "I've only had a drink once in my life, and I felt so miserable that I've stayed away from it since then, but this is a special occasion."
"Ok, I'll help you celebrate, if that's what you want. I guess the old girl could do with a little drink in weather like this."
"Good, so if you want you can finish your coffee, or let me take it to the sink for you." I started to get up.
She gripped the mug tightly, protectively.
"I'll drink it off," she said, and put the mug to her lips. Tilting her head back and downing the rum I knew she had in there, in one go.
I cracked the seal of the bottle and poured us both a large drink. I wanted her to get good and sloshed, to increase the chances of me getting into the sweet old pussy. Just the thought of it got my boxers tenting.
"Here's to many more promotions," she said, and touched glasses with me. She took a long sip.
"The weather is going to get worse tonight," I said.
Her hand tightened around the glass.
"Really? I saw the quick look of concern in her eyes.
