Introduction and Chapter One
My name is Bret Hammond. For the last twenty years, I have had a sexual relationship with my aunt Rayne, twelve years my senior. For reasons I cannot explain, I feel compelled to tell the story of that relationship to total strangers. Maybe it is a delusion that if I tell you, then my uncle will finally find out what his wife and I have been hiding from everyone for so long and she and I will finally go away together and live happily ever after.
Rayne is married to my mother's brother, William Bose, which, of course, makes her Rayne Bose. She is a beautiful, natural blonde with a large bust and an hourglass figure, which she emphasizes with tight, one-size-too-small, sheer pullovers with deep 'V' necklines and no bra. Even when they are not aroused, her nipples are obvious. I swear, whenever we hug a 'Hello' I can feel them pushing me away as they rub against her skimpy top and my chest. And they stay like that for long periods of time. "High beams," my brother and I used to say. She likes short skirts with a tight waist and copious bell, like an Alexander McQueen Tweed mini skirt, or a pale-pink, cotton-canvas Carven ecru skirt. They really show off her legs. And those legs are worth it; perfectly sculpted calves, delicate knees, and creamy thighs. She is not afraid to let them be seen disappearing into her lacy panties when she sits or stands. If she knows I am looking, she is even flagrant about it, giving me a little longer peek. Sometimes she does not wear panties and she is demure with everyone but me. She is not a hard-core exhibitionist, but she likes teasing me. She can see what it does to me and she likes that. She had always had control of me completely. I would do anything she wanted, any time, just for a glimpse of her bare thighs or panty-covered pussy.
That we were able to keep our lust for one another a secret all these years is a testament to how much we loved doing it. Even the sex itself was secondary to keeping it secret. We wanted nothing more than to keep on doing it. And we did every chance we got.
Sometimes, it was only slipping my fingers down her panties and feeling her clit in public. Other times, it was disappearing from a party together and screwing out in the woods. Occasionally, it was going to her house late at night and feeling, sucking, and fucking in her bed while my uncle, knocked out on pain medication, was asleep in his room. We found ways to pleasure each other in many more situations. The first one started with a little footsie.
It was Thanksgiving evening, 1972. I was at my parent's house where I planned to spend the night. I was twenty-four and had been out of this house for six years, yet the room that had been mine growing up here was almost hauntingly as I had left it. The room was not in the main body of the house where the other four bedrooms were. They were all on the second floor. My room was on the first floor, beyond the kitchen, beyond the pantry, and past the laundry. That made three closed doors, the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room between my room and the other four. I could make about as much noise as I wanted to in there all night and no one would hear it. There was a bathroom right next to my room, and a door to the back yard. It was like a little studio apartment attached to the house. Kind 'a cool.
It was hours since dinner and the die-hards were having a bit more wine and a toot. Aunt Rayne did not want any of that, but she was not a prude and she was not going to get us busted. I was sitting across the kitchen table from her, my sexy aunt Rayne. I was thinking how pretty she was and how I wanted her. My brother sat to her left and our friend Mark sat to my right. The four of us were talking and laughing, singing and having a good time together. It was a warm summer evening and, I do not know about my brother and Mark, but both Rayne and I had bare feet. The coke emboldened me and I dared to put my bare left foot on top of her bare right foot. She did not move her foot from under mine, nor even look at me. I felt her foot with mine. It was the first time I had ever felt her, outright. I had kissed her cheek, her neck, but this was the first time I had ever reached out and touched her. She seemed not to mind what I was doing.
I moved my foot up to her calf and rubbed up and down on the back of her bare leg. Sure, I was only feeling her leg with my foot, all right, but I was feeling her leg. She never said a word and she did not move her leg away from my touch. I rubbed up and down her leg. She let me do it for 10 or 15 minutes at which point our little party broke up. Mark left and we three headed for our separate bedrooms.
I lay in my bed unable to get her out of my mind. I had wanted her for years. She was so beautiful and so sexy. She was 12 years older than I was but that made her even sexier to me. And tonight she had responded by not responding. She had let me touch her secretly, sensually. I wanted to see her again and touch her again. There was no way I was going to get to sleep with the thoughts running through my head. I got up. I was naked. I tiptoed through the kitchen, dining room, living room, up the stairs. I quietly opened the door to the room where she and my uncle slept. I entered the bedroom. I went up to the edge of the bed where she lay on her back and I touched the blanket where her tits would be and I pressed down on it. I felt the other one. I moved my hand down to where her mound would be and pressed in there feeling where her pussy was. I felt bold again, still feeling the coke.
I slipped my hand under the blanket and sheet and felt the skin on her torso. I felt a bit lower and touched her pussy hair. I let my fingers glide through her bush and down into her slit to her cunt hole where my finger went in the tender, wet, vaginal opening. I had a finger in her cunt. I moved it in and out slowly until it was wet with her cunt juice. I took it out and smelled it. Her cunt smelled sweet. I put the finger in my mouth and tasted her pussy. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were open. She had a look on her face that looked like desire and she pulled the covers aside and opened her legs. She made a sound like a gentle encouragement. "Mmmm." I felt her pussy again. She whispered, "Let's go to your room."
She got out of bed, naked and put her robe on. I followed her downstairs and into my bedroom where she took off the robe and I looked at her nude. She smiled her desire as she looked down at my cock, which was at attention. She said, "Nice. Turn on a light so you can see me."
The light on my dresser was behind her and I brushed against her as I reached for the switch. My chest rubbed against her breast and my cock touched her thigh.
"Do you like my shape?" she asked and turned to light her body in a variety of ways.
"Like it? I love it," I replied. "You have no idea how many times I have fantasized about this."
