This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills.
It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone.
Your words rung through my head "Would you take my bra off please?" My fear and being worried had been replaced with excitemen; an excitement that had my hands trembling.
My sexual experience to date had been limited to girls my own age and girls are what they were. Experience was almost an exaggeration for the few occasions of fumbling in the dark. If I was amazingly lucky, I'd get my hands up a date's jumper or into her blouse where I would desperately search for a touch of flesh anywhere. Getting a touch of a tit above a bra was marvellous, but rare, and once or twice getting my fingers inside a bra and touching a nipple was as unusual as it was cum inducing.
They had been girls, not a woman. Sexually uneducated girls, not an experienced woman. Now, I was about to learn, about to learn how to touch a woman, how to turn her on, how to caress and arouse her, how to use her breasts and her body, how to fuck her and how to make her cum. That's what I wanted, I wanted to be taught, I wanted to learn how to please a woman.
I gazed upon the trails of blonde hair that weren't held up by your clips as it flowed in small wisps across the skin, pale by comparison, of your shoulders, passing over the thin black straps of your bra that passed from the strap at the back to the cups at the front. I let my eyes wander down those thin pieces and then along to the hooks and eyes holding the material together. You bra was like a last defence between me and your tits. I stared at the thick black band, which was cutting lightly into your back, its dark elastic in stark contrast to your flesh, which was almost ivory in the pale light in which we stood.
Other than on mum, when she had walked round the house in her bra and skirt or, occasionally and incredibly excitingly, in her bra and panties, I had never actually seen a bra on a girl. Of course I had seen pictures and yes I had fondled mum's bras, well yours as well when I was spying in your bedroom, but never an actual female in her bra. It was an amazing and hugely arousing sight and there and then I fell in love with ladies' underwear.
Below that thick bra strap I gazed at your lower back narrowing to your waist and the tight trousers that accentuated the aggressive flair of your hips and the so enticing roundness of your bum in the trousers. There were no signs of panties or anything under them. 'Fuck me she's been commando all evening," I quite incorrectly thought, not being that aware of just how snug some thongs can be.
I stood silently looking at you. Not just because of nerves, but also appreciating your beauty, the beauty that a man sees in the body of his lover. Fuck, how enormous a prospect is that? You were about to be my lover, you were about to give to me the most intimate thing you could... your cunt, and I was about to give to you the thing I could only give once... my virginity. That made my heart pound like a drum; you surely must have heard it.
I don't know how long I was staring, not long I doubt but I finally closed the gap between us, aware that if I were too close I'd poke you in the back with my erection. I briefly wondered if you were ok with what we were doing before I dismissed the thought totally. My hands reached forward to the clasp a foot or so in front of me, I knew your nipples would be hard, I had read that and seen it with you earlier. I wondered if hard nipples were similar to my erection, I had no idea really, but assumed they were caused ny sexual arousal, well that's how the books described it. With your back to me they were out of view but I had seen them, through the sheer black and pink mesh of the cups. I had read men's magazines where different parts of women's anatomy had been described and I pictured your aureole, as I had understood them to be called, puckered with your nipples like hard acorns cherries. I wanted desperately to touch them and it was with all the self control that I could muster that stopped me from reaching around and grabbing your tits, your big fleshy tits that I so badly wanted!
Instead of reaching around you I trailed my finger from your hairline on the back of your neck down your spine to the top of your bra strap, I smiled when I felt you shudder under my light touch, it felt goog that I could give you pleasure. I took that as your approval, but the soft gasp that escaped your lips also helped form my decision. So, my forefinger of my left hand followed the path of my right albeit making little circles on your neck first.
Seeing the hollow made by your spine under the join of the "eyes and hooks" my fingers slipped under your bra strap, I was amazed at how rough the material felt and wondered if the cups were as rough, they didn't look like they were.
"Am I doing ok Cat?" I asked. I had never undone a bra and was a little confused how they came apart. Lorraine and Becky, the two girls I'd snogged and got a little steamy with hadn't let me undo their bras so with no previous experience I wasn't totally sure what I should be doing. I hadn't thought to check the bra clasp when messing around with mum's underwear, I was far more interested in the cups which held her, even bigger than your, tits.
"Yes Matt," you sounded almost a little out of breath, "They're like little hooks, just push each end against each other"
"Oh, Ok" I replied wondering how the hell women managed to get them done up. One by one the three little hooks came free of their holders, as the last came loose I gently let each end of the garment go exposing your bare back. I wondered if the red marks left by the strap hurt or irritated you.
You stood very still facing away from me for what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than a few seconds. I so wanted to see your front that I almost moved round you. At last, though, you turned slowly round to face me, crossing your arms across your tits as you did so.
And there we were before each other, my towel straining at the front over my young, hard cock that twitched of its own accord. You, my aunt, wearing nothing but a pair of trousers and keeping my eyes from your tits by your hands and a bra that was about to come free.
For the umpteenth time that day my mouth became dry, I was aware of taking in great lung fulls of air, finding it extremely hot and stuffy in the room. My face flushed as I stared at you, my eyes going from your face to your arms.
"You want to see these Matt?" You said nodding downwards and asking another of those fucking ridiculous questions, rhetorical aren't they? Your eyes had a slightly far away look but there was a definite teasing tone in your voice, the tone of someone who was controlling the moment totally.
I just nodded.
"Tell me; tell me what you want to see." It was a command.
"Can I see your.... I want to see your... Oh God your tits Cat." It came out as a whisper. "I so badly want to see your tits."
Magically, wonderfully, amazingly, incredibly and so excitingly you let your arms fall slowly away letting go of the almost inadequate bra you had been wearing. As that fell away you muttered very hoarsely I thought.
"You mean these Matt?"
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As I felt the pressure on my back lighten when you undid the clasp, I smiled.
"Well done, Matt, that was good." I said holding the cups of my bra against me
You looked a little embarrassed and a little confused.
"How, what?"
"The way you undid my bra."
"All those hooks and eyes."
"Yes lots of men find it very difficult." I said looking over my shoulder.
"Really?" You asked looking proud of yourself.
"Yes, but then remember," I went on starting to turn towards you. "You will normally be doing it blind."
"Blind?"
I moved very close to you, the bra still covering my boobs. I whispered. "Normally the girl will be in your arms." I paused, looked right into your eyes and then covered the space between us as I murmured. "Her boobs will be pressed against you." I gently pressed my bra covered tits against your slim, firm chest as I added. "Like this."
