This is a story of family, sex, violence, heroism and love. Although some portions of our story may have its roots in fact, it is a work of fiction. I hope you'll enjoy it, don't hesitate to comment and make suggestions. All the names and places are fiction; they do not exist in this context. Thanks for reading; don't forget to vote, it helps me judge the success of the story.
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It was a hot sticky day in late May, I was sweaty and horny. Loose buttons on my uncle's old white shirt allowed it gap open showing a glimpse of paradise. My Aunt Jane was wearing it to protect her from paint splatters while we painted her bedroom. Every time she moved a flash of soft white breast flesh would peek out at me. What can I say, I was a 19 year old high school senior, she was good looking and I was horny.
Yeah I know, a 19 year old high school senior, right. Not really my fault, recurrent bouts of pneumonia when I was in the 3rd grade with an extended stay in the hospital. It was back in the last century and we lived in a very small town 80 miles from Chicago. There were two doctors for the whole county; penicillin was the number one miracle drug. Not that I'm complaining, without Doctor West and a bucket of penicillin, I'd be dead.
Anyway, halfway through the 3rd grade my 8 year old self was restricted to home and hospital until I fully recovered. It was a tough year, but with my mother's dedication I made it. So, not stupid; actually I carry an A+ average. However, that does not help with horny. There are only 300 kids in my high school, 82 of those in my graduating class.
Like I said, it's a small town and the pussy pool is likewise small. The problem was really twofold, first off there were only 37 girls in my class and secondly, pretty much everybody was scared of the town finding out if they did anything. The label "slut" was applied to any girl who appeared to want to scratch her itch. When you add in the fact that I'm average looking, the prospects were grim.
Not that I'm ugly or anything, I stand 6'3" weigh in at 190, mostly good hard muscle from lots of farm and construction labor, sandy brown hair and grey eyes, friendly face. My mom says I'm handsome, but she's my mom. Although I have to say more than a few older women give me the look ... you know the one. I asked mom what I did and she said, "Nothing honey, you're just tall is all." I overheard my dad say, "Shit woman, they just want a little personal service." I'd like to believe my dad but mom's probably right.
Anyway, mom sent me out to my aunt and uncle's country place to help my Aunt Jane paint 3 rooms in the newest trendy color. My aunt has a little family money and my uncle, dad's brother, is the Regional Sales Manager for a Chicago steel wholesaler and makes a shit ton of money. Of course, he travels all of the Great Lakes States leaving my aunt home most of the time with my 2 cousins, Grace and Elizabeth - they're in 4th and 6th grades respectively.
Aunt Jane fancies herself an interior designer and she is always fuckin' with her house. It's a big 4 bedroom on 6 acres about 7 miles out of town surrounded by corn and hay fields. All 6 acres are pretty much covered over with Maple and Red Oak trees, sort of reminds you of a park, it's really pretty.
Like I said, it's a big place with 3 bathrooms, a den, formal living and dining - the works. Our place is really small with a little upstairs bedroom (mine), living, kitchen, bathroom and my folks bedroom downstairs; it's little but mom makes it nice. Dad is a general, fix anything, handy man, he honestly can fix anything from electrical to carpentry and he stays busy, we do OK.
Today my aunt has me holding the ladder while she trims along the ceiling, around the windows and the like; so I'm always looking up. There she is with no bra, her nice big tits moving and grooving inside that old white shirt.
Every now and then the buttons below would pop open and I'd catch a glimmer of soft white breast flesh, sometimes even a peek of bright red nipple. I'd been packing a stone hard dick all day long. Those buttons wouldn't stay open for long before she'd pop 'em back in and I'd have to wait for the next peek into paradise.
Aunt Jane is a little over 5'5" tall, can't weight more than 110 or so, and has great legs that she loves to show off in high heels and a sweet little butt. But it's her tits that have always grabbed my attention; they're the size of large grapefruits, about a handful and a half.
My uncle installed a big above ground pool a couple of years ago and our family gets invited out for a swim pretty often. Aunt Jane is always stuffed into a one-piece blue suit with a low-cut top showing off her bulging tits. The sight always sends me to the bathroom to beat out my appreciation.
Today I'd just been the ladder holder and it was getting to be about lunch time when Aunt Jane looked down and said, "You gettin' an eyeful down there?"
It took me by surprise to say the least, "Um, what, um ..." I stuttered.
She took the three steps down the ladder and grinned at me, "My tits, you keep staring at my tits young man. Cat got your tongue?"
"I'a, I'a, I'm sorry Aunt Jane, really ..."
She patted my chest and said, "Don't worry about big boy, everybody looks," and then she waggled her chest just enough to make her breasts dance inside her shirt, "I'm used to it; you hungry?"
I just shook my head yes.
"Alright then, I want to get some of this sweat off me; you paint on the east wall while I shower. Stay away from the windows and the ceiling edge, OK?"
"Yes ma'am," I said in a rush. I was glad she didn't yell at me or threaten to tell mom.
I watched her walk around the big master bed and into the adjoining bathroom. Her ass looked so good in those old jeans. She must have felt my eyes boring into her ass because she turned and looked directly at me with a soft smile before closing the door.
I waited until I heard the shower start before dropping my pants setting my cock free. It felt so good to stroke my hardness, I mean really good. It didn't take long before I felt the fire start burning its way from my balls upwards. Grabbing a couple of rags I wrapped the head of my dick and squirted gobs of white hot goo. It felt amazing.
After I caught my breath and rested for a minute I pulled up my pants and tried to figure out what to do with those cum filled rags. Hearing the shower stop, I rolled them up tight and stuffed them into my back pocket; better than nothing I suppose.
I'd just begun slapping paint on the east wall when my Aunt came out of the bathroom carrying her clothes. She was wrapped in a towel but otherwise naked ... those great legs were everywhere.
She stopped and looked at me oddly for a moment, "Didn't get much done did ya' ... no matter. Why don't you go put some charcoal in the little grill out the back and we'll grill up some hamburgers and hot dogs. Sound good?"
"Yes ma'am, sounds great," and I quickly left to do as I was told.
Once in the backyard I tossed a couple of scoops of charcoal into the grill and gave it a squirt of starter. It fired up real pretty. The sound of me in the back brought the girls on the run, Gracie and Liz. Gracie is 12 growing up tall and skinny, her sister Liz is 10 and takes after her dad, not so tall and on the thick side. Both of the girls are sweet and full of fun. Whenever my Uncle is in town I'm the one they call on to babysit anytime they're planning an evening in Chicago.
I'm the only relative nearby other a cousin of hers and my mom thinks it's good for me. Uncle Bill always gives me a twenty which is damn good money for just sitting in the house watching TV and eating out of the fridge. The girls are no trouble, so it's no sweat.
