Hot Blooded 02

Once again I'd like to thank

meanblackjack

-- he prefers

BlackJack

-- for his help and guidance with translating this story from German into English. It's actually the first story I ever published at Literotica.

This series consists of three parts, and will not be continued...

Don't forget: Comments and feedback are not only appreciated but requested...

And the stars at the end are there for a reason!

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If you are from a family like mine, the idea of intimate encounters between relatives isn't that far off.

My family is insanely huge -- like it was common with old families at the Balkan ever since. Just to start with the fact, my grandmother had 14 siblings, with each of them having at least four children of their own. These children again had at least three descendents which also already have their own kids and by now, some of them also have babies -- leaving me and two of my female cousins the only ones in our family to be born as an only child for the last 200 years... And me and one female cousin of mine the only ones without children.

You can really say, my family is big.

Being sort of a family chronicler, it's up to me, to keep an eye on the family, and to be informed about births, marriages and deaths.

A pretty hard task, considering that my relatives live all over the world.

Having my meshpoke living in all four corners of the world is also the reason for incidental -- and sometimes even amatory -- encounters every now and then.

The stories, I'll present you in this line-up, have been told to me by several members of my closer or wider family, and were pretty much authentic -- as far as I took the freedom to change minor details in order to protect the involved ones from being discovered.

This is one of these stories:

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He didn't want to go to the sea; he didn't want to spend four weeks, stuck in a sleepy jerkwater town in central Dalmatia with his mother, going to the beach in the morning and visiting a fishy fish restaurant in the evening, day in, day out, and every now and then visit some relatives, he'd be pissed off in a second. But he had no choice. His money wasn't suffice to go on vacation on his own, and since he learned about his fiancée's betrayal, he wasn't up for anything.

But the absolutely last thing, Marko was in the mood for, was being the host for his almost 26 years old aunt for the next three weeks.

It has been four weeks, since he nuked his engagement, after he discovered his -- now ex -- fiancée had been screwed by half of his term mates, while he had been to an exchange to Canada for six month. To Marko a whole world had come down, and all he wanted to do, was locking himself up in his room with a hundredweight of weed and a big jar of whiskey and endlessly listening to

'Smokey Robinson -- Tracks of my tears'

til the time arrives to return to university -- to the room, he had been sharing with this whore, who had horned him so much, he actually felt like a real

twelve-pointer

.

There he was, with not even a crumb of weed, sober like water and powerless. Forced to surrender the sheer impact of his mother's will and some obscure family obligations.

The afternoon before, they had arrived at the Adriatic Sea and settled in a guesthouse, his granduncle Marko had arranged -- for him, his mother and his aunt Ivana, granduncle Marko's youngest daughter. Ivana had joined them late this morning. They haven't seen each other for almost twenty years, and the reunion was loud and emotional, but Marko kept himself back and aside and his spleen like a sort of flag high to scare everyone off. His mother Nena just advised Ivana not to bother about him: "He once again has his quirks, instead of being glad, he got rid of this little worthless slut. He'll get well again." and pretended everything is just fine.

Ironically Marko and Ivana should have got along perfectly. Not only were they almost the same age, but also were -- at least according to granduncle Marko -- the most intelligent in the family and actually studied the same subject -- let alone that the last time, they had met -- twenty years ago! - they were inseparable.

But Marko had decided to be a pest the whole vacation, and vent his spleen on everyone around. Ivana on the other hand was determined to ignore that and get him back to life.

There wasn't much to do that day, because around noon Nena declared, they were up to visit some relatives -- which meant they wont be home before midnight. But as Ivana's and Marko's rooms were adjoining, there would be certainly an opportunity to do something about it. She knew, she couldn't rely in her cousin's help with this -- but she didn't want it either.

When they returned around half past twelve this night, Marko just changed and disappeared towards beach, pretending he wanted to catch some fresh air. Ivana waited, til she could be sure, her cousin was fast asleep, and followed him. She knew the area like the back of her hand and could imagine, where he would have gone.

Just as she thought, Marko sat on a cliff, about seven feet above the waterline, smoked and looked over the sea.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked.

"Can't you sleep, auntie?" Marko used to call her

"auntie"

, since he realized as a little boy: this little baby-girl, following his heels, was formally his aunt -- his granduncle Marko's youngest child.

He turned to her and looked at her. "Did my mother send you after me? Don't worry... I wont try to kill myself."

That's when she saw the bottle of wine next to him.

"Is there a swig for me?" she asked and stepped closer.

He had pulled a shirt over his naked torso, but didn't bothered buttoning it, and the flaps waved in the mild wind. He also wore cargo shorts. Shoes weren't necessary, so he sat on the rocks barefoot.

Wordlessly he handed her the bottle and turned away, blowing the smoke angrily into the nighty air.

"You haven't answered my question, auntie... Why did you follow me?" he asked with a tired but mild voice.

"Because I can see, something is bothering you..." she answered frankly.

"You know..." he started, but was cut off by her.

"Don't even think of telling me, it's because of your ex, I don't buy it. You are a man like my father... No woman could ever throw either of you off track like that." she assessed.

Marko looked up for less than a second, and the look in his eyes made Ivana pause for a moment. There was real pain in his eyes, but not the pain of a break-up... What was going on?

He was looking over the water again, and offered her a cigarette. She accepted and he gave her a light, then both of them went silent. He was sitting there, silent and introverted while she didn't knew, what to say.

"I don't know, how about you, but it's late and I just want to go to bed. You should get some sleep yourself, you look wasted." she said after quite a while.

Marko only looked at her and finally nodded. Then he rose and helped her up because her legs went numb.

"Yeah... I think you're right." he mumbled.

On the way back, she mustered him and wondered:

'What's that heavy burden, you're carrying?'

. She would find it out, she promised herself and also him.

That's also the reason, why she kept an eye on him for the next couple of days. And she did really register something odd: There were times, Marko totally forgot about his spleen, occasions he laughed out loud or just was relaxed.

She wanted to check her observations, and invited her cousin for an early dinner --

"just for the girls"

.

At the restaurant, after they had ordered, Ivana pretended to have forgotten her purse, and went back to the guesthouse. Of course she hadn't forgot her purse at all, but she wanted to check on something.

There he was! Marko sat in a lounger and read one of the books, he brought with him on the one hand for his own pleasure and on the other hand for preparation for his final exams next spring, and seemed quite relaxed. She cleared her throat and almost twitched when she saw him almost leaping from the lounger before he saw her.

"Oh... It's you." he registered, obviously relaxing. "Did you forget something?"

"Yes... I forgot my purse. I thought I had put it in my bag, but obviously I didn't." she explained.

"At least you can allow yourself mistakes." he murmured and returned to reading his book. "Have fun dining with my mother. I'll probably get me a pizza later. Enjoy the evening... Both of you." he dismissed her and dove back into his book.

Ivana wanted to try something, so she grabbed her purse, returned to the patio and sat next to him on the lounger.

"What's that book you're reading?"

He showed her the book, murmuring, he wanted to do his exam about the author's books, and soon they chatted about the author and his books.

Marko defrosted in no time, and Ivana's guessing was right: he was just lonely and hurt. Soon she announced she had to get back to the restaurant, because her cousin could already miss her. She kissed his cheek and returned quickly to her cousin, who had been busy flirting with some men, and hadn't really missed her relative at all.

The next days she did her best to get him involved and to drag him from his loneliness, and the success didn't only show in him smiling more... No, they also got along much better, strolled over the beach together, chatted about literature -- both of their subject -- and all and nothing.

Nena didn't register much of it in the beginning, and when she registered, it didn't bother her seeing them going sightseeing and exploring the area. That way she didn't had to entertain them herself.

The days passed, and even visiting the relatives wasn't such a chore anymore. Marko became obviously more relaxed and calm, joked with his relatives, patiently and laughingly played with the countless children, got a nice tan and looked better and better every day. His dark circles around the eyes disappeared and his shoulders tautened because of the swimming he now did. He also got the habit of running at the beach for one hour at sunrise. All of the family were amazed by him and on their visits he was as much respected and liked as his mother.

One night, Ivana woke up, disturbed by the loud yelling from the room next door. 'The voices clearly belonged to Nena and Marko, but as they were fighting in German, she didn't understand a word. They seemed to be fighting already for a while, and Nena's voice made the walls vibrate while Marko's was lower, seeming more explaining than yelling, although even Ivana could tell the wrath in his deep dark voice.

The fight ended after more than half an hour, and she heard a door being slammed shut and Marko's furious steps leaving the house. She eavesdropped at the door, pulled a shirt over and sneaked out, following him --

again

.

She found him at a bar at the beach, where the late nighthawks went for a last round. Although she had almost literally followed his heels, there already were three empty tequila shots before him, and the peels of the lemon slices were accurately put on top of the glasses.

"Give me one of those!" she said to the bartender. "I'm sure, you'll invite me, nephew, don't you?"

She looked at him and finally asked: "What the hell is up?"

"How much did you hear?"

"Everything"

"And how much did you understand?" he asked tiredly.

"Not a word."

He murmured something that sounded like

"good"

and ordered himself a beer.

"You want do talk about it? You know you can talk to me, do you?" she asked softly.

Tiredly he shock his head and looked at her.

"The bill!" he called the barkeeper, and to his aunt he said: "Let's get out of here. It's to loud in here."

He took her hand and they promenaded over the beach. After a while they reached the rock, he was sitting on the other night, and both sat down side by side.

After some time, he started talking, and she just listened.

"I have to apologize for her. Her mother's still hurts her, and she had became odd since the funeral. First I thought it would be a good idea to go to Canada, but now I see, I have ruined everything with my selfishness."

Ivana lifted an eyebrow, but due to the dark night he couldn't see it, so she asked him, what he meant.

"If I hadn't gone to Canada, my ex wouldn't have cheated on me -- at least I think so -- and my mother would have someone to lean on. She still makes me pay for deserting her."

Ivana laughed out loud, but didn't say anything.

"The fight you heard was about me looking for a job in northern Germany after I finished my studies. Because all the publishing houses there provide me with better opportunities, but my mother accused me of being egotistical because once again I deserted her and was only thinking for my own good. I wouldn't have considered her when I started my relationship with my ex, and how I was always thinking for myself. That would be the reason why I've been venting at everyone, trying to get everyone's attention and making her look like a bad mother."

Marko continued in that manner for quite a while, and gradually shrunk from guilty feelings. Ivana followed his confessions stunned -- on the one hand fascinated by his sensitivity, on the other shocked by his good natured trustfulness, and somehow deeply disappointed by her cousin -- and simply took him in her arms.

Slowly he calmed down, and started talking about his studies, how impressed by his work his tutors were, how hard it was to find friends, and how little friends were left, after he broke up with his ex.

They talked for hours, and Ivana learned much more about her nephew than she would have ever imagined. Eventually he laid his head on her shoulder and tears of redemption soaked her shirt. From his words she knew, he hadn't cried in ages, and just that long hadn't had anyone to rely on. She took his head in her hands and started to gently and softly kiss away the tears. Without her realizing it, her lips wandered down his face to his lips. When she finally kissed his lips, he didn't resist, and when she realized what she was doing, there was no way back. They kissed softly and lovingly, and he caressed her cheek.

"We shouldn't be doing this, you're my nephew." she protested halfheartedly, but Marko simply kissed the objections from her lips. She also didn't bother about family ties and rules anymore, but pulled his shirt apart and caressed his chest. It was right now, she realized, how aroused she was, and how much she had enjoyed watching him at the beach when he was running or swimming.

Their hands explored their bodies and they kissed without pause, then they sank onto the rocks and just enjoyed the presence of the respective other. Ivana looked deep in his eyes and slowly moved her hand down his shorts, prepared to stop her actions at the first sign of resistance. When her hand reached his crotch, there was already an impressive bulge waiting, proving, her caressing wasn't in vain.

She peeled his shorts off and straddled his lap. Still looking in his eyes, she inserted him inside and sank against his chest.

They made love on this rocks with passionate tenderness. Their touching was full of devotion and understanding, and when he streamed inside her at top of his climax, tears of relief ran down his cheeks.

Ivana's cheeks were also wet from tears after she learned how her nephew really was. They laid in each others arms on the cliff and watched the sun rise.

"We have to head back, your mother will rise soon." she whispered in his ear, as he helped her up.

"You go. It's time for my running anyway, she won't think anything's wrong. She probably went to sleep right afterward anyway. She may not have missed us just yet. If I'm gone at sunset, she won't think anything's wrong."

He kissed her again and escorted her to the guesthouse. Before she could say anything, he kissed her on the cheek and said: "I thank you. This was the most beautiful night in my life, but we can't happen again. We both know it."

She just looked at him and nodded, knowing he's right. It couldn't happen again. It would only cause pain and harm.

Three hours later they had all gathered at the breakfast table, and Nena was apologizing to Ivana for the nightly fight, she had to witness. She wouldn't know what came upon her to behave like that, and she also apologized to Marko.

Marko and Ivana accepted the apology and assured her, everything is all right. But something had changed for Marko.

After the vacation, Marko and Ivana returned to their respective universities and made their exams. Marko moved to Canada, where he, due to his great connections there, found a job quite quickly, and Ivana got employed by a well known Croatian publishing house. Both active stayed in touch and occasionally even met.

Some years later -- both had got married and had children by this time -- they met at a wedding of some relative. They sat and chatted until late at night, drinking and remembering this fateful summer, when a cousin, nephew or uncle -- in this family it was quite hard to tell, if you don't actually know the relative in question -- passed by and jokingly said, they would make a cute couple.

Their eyes followed him, as he left, then they looked into each others eyes and shared one single gentle loving and warm kiss -- in memory of what happened once.