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Morningwood Manor

Morningwood Manor

by Undercurrants
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A young man's life changes when he goes to visit his eccentric aunts at their rural manor for a month of erotic exploration. Content warning: Features incest between aunts and cousins.

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"Ugh. Fine, Will." My cousin Angie said in an exaggerated groan into the phone. "If you really need me to be your date to the wedding, I'll do it. Again."

"I don't want to be a burden." I teased her back. "If you're trying to pick up a guy at Maisie's wedding, I don't want to cramp your style."

I knew she wouldn't be trying to pick anyone up at our other cousin's wedding. Although Angie was my cousin, and I was three years older, we are basically twin flames, and she's always been just as socially awkward as I am.

"Yea, totally." She laughed sarcastically. "I've had my eye on Uncle Winston for a while now."

After we finished laughing, we fell into a silence over the phone and I felt my depression setting back in. I let out a deep sigh. I was relieved that Angie was going to our cousin's wedding, and that she'd be without a date and able to keep me company, but I was still in pain over how my own date had fallen through.

"You doing okay?" Angie asked more seriously. "I know going through a breakup sucks."

"It wasn't a breakup," I said, "so much as I was dumped."

"I know this isn't entirely helpful, but fuck her if she cant see how wonderful you are." Angie said which, aggression towards the long term girlfriend I still loved aside, always helped to hear coming from her. If anyone could make me feel better in my life, it was my cousin Angie.

"Thank you for sacrificing the potential one night stand of your life to babysit me at Maisie's wedding." I said sincerely.

"Nonsense." She said. "I was actually planning on asking you to be my date eventually."

"I figured." I said. "No offense."

"I know you're hurting right now," Angie said more seriously. "But one upside to you being single now is maybe we can spend more time together like we used to."

"I know." I said, a feeling of guilt and regret settling into my gut. "I know I've been a bit of a ghost. We live in the same city and haven't seen each other in months."

"It's okay." She said sweetly. "I understood. I love you."

"I love you."

We got off the phone and I again found myself alone in the cramped hotel room I'd been staying in since Julie, my girlfriend of one year, kicked me out of the apartment we shared on the Upper West Side. I can't say the dumping came entirely as a surprise -- we'd been fighting more and more lately -- but I had remained hopeful until the bitter end that we could work through our issues.

Of those issues, one the biggest was Julie's jealousy over my closeness with my cousin Angie...which Julie referred to as a "weird infatuation." Which was why I'd been neglecting my relationship with my cousin in recent months. But even without Angie around, Julie and I found no shortage of things to fight and yell about, and when the smoke cleared I was shown the door. Although we had lived together for six months, I was the one to move out because, well, it was her apartment to begin with. I couldn't afford it on my own with my inconsistent income as a novelist...which was another of our issues.

And there I was, a 32 year old struggling writer living out of a hotel room I would only be able to afford for another week.

So, as my oldest cousin Maisie's wedding approached, I suddenly found myself without a plus one. Luckily, Angie, who had been my date to countless weddings, school dances, and other events throughout our lives, once again was there to step into the role.

Laying down on my uncomfortable hotel bed, I felt my mood start to shift. Like the incoming tide erasing away all of the holes and footprints in the sand, my depression eroded away and in its place was a refreshed sense of excitement for the wedding.

I feel a little family history is necessary to orient:

Angie and I had grown up pretty close. Our mothers were two of four children, three sisters and a brother. My mother was the oldest of the three sisters. She died when I was ten years old, and I grew up with my father in New York City.

Angie grew up a short train ride away in Connecticut with her mother -- my Aunt Stefania -- and the third sister, our Aunt Rebecca. They all lived at Morningwood, the family manor, which at one time was a large and elegant estate in the New England hills but was now a dilapidated, sagging heap.

Before I was born, my mother along with my two aunts had run what they referred to as a "relaxation retreat" at the manor, basically a private inn that rich people go escape to to relax, or play tennis, or whatever rich people do to escape their lives. That ended when my mom fell in live and moved to the city to have me.

Aunt Stefania and Aunt Rebecca stayed living at the manor, along with Angie when she eventually came along during Aunt Stefania's very, very brief engagement. When we were in our 20s, Angie had moved to the city to be closer to me.

Finally, our Uncle Winston was the youngest of the siblings. Angie and I were never very close with him or his daughter, cousin Maisie, as our mothers had not been either. I don't exactly know why this was. I grew up in upper Manhattan, while my uncle's family lived a short distance away on Long Island, but we rarely saw each other. I got the impression that Winston looked down on his sisters, and thus on Angie and I, as if disapproving of something I was never aware of growing up.

Typically, I hated weddings. They always felt so forced. All of this preparation and stress and money spent by two people for a supposed celebration of love for each other, but really it was all in celebration of themselves and their egos. I like to party, drink, dance, and of course eat. But...I don't know...maybe my own history of failed relationships was beginning to turn me into a cynic about love in general. Despite all of this, while seeing Winston and Maisie and that side of the family was always awkward, I was excited to see Angie, Aunt Stefania, and Aunt Rebecca. I don't think the four of us had been together in a few years.

I wondered what my aunts were like these days. They must have been in their 60s at this point, did they look the same? Was Aunt Stefania still statuesque and voluptuous in a way that could make Sophia Loren jealous? Was Aunt Rebecca still fit and petite, with the lithe body of a professional tennis player?

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The wedding came the following weekend. I donned the one suit I owned and stood outside of the luxury midtown hotel nodding and smiling silently as expensively dressed guests (some of whom I vaguely recognized) made their way from cabs and private cars to the entrance. The ceremony was scheduled for five p.m., and by 4:45 neither my cousin nor aunts were anywhere to be seen.

At 4:55, I'd just about decided to call it quits on waiting for them. Before I turned to walk into a room filled with hundreds of people I didn't know, I craned my neck to look up and down the sidewalk one last time. That's when I saw her.

Coming across the street at a jog, holding her dress up off the ground, Angie dodged slow moving cars like a game of Frogger. Angie has always been on the curvier side, taking after her mother, and my eyes settled on her shapely pale breasts bouncing in her strapless dress as she approached. Just as she was reaching the sidewalk, she looked up and caught my eye with a beautiful smile. I remember thinking 'damn, my cousin really was gorgeous. If she weren't my cousin, I'd probably...'

"Fuck!" I yelled as I darted forward to try to catch her before she hit the ground. As she tried to step up onto the curb, the heel of her stiletto caught and she tumbled forward like an out-of-control avalanche of red-headed woman and black chiffon.

Luckily, I got to her in time to get my arms around her torso and keep her from doing too much damage. As I caught her, she dug her fingers into my arms desperately.

"Did you just get your nails done?" I winced as I pulled her up to her feet safely on the sidewalk and we stood face-to-face wrapped in each others' arms. I brushed a few strands of her long, red hair from her face.

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"You noticed?" She smiled up at my face, her eyes glancing from my eyes to my lips and back again. "Do you like them?"

"They're very sharp." I said and looked down at her hands clutching my biceps, all ten of her fingertips sunken into my suit and the flesh beneath it.

"Oh, sorry." She said and released her death grip. "Wow." She composed herself and checked her dress for damage.

"Close call." I said. "And still you look amazing."

"Aw, thanks cuz." She said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "And thanks for saving my life."

"Anytime." I smiled and tried to sneak an eyeful of my cousin in her dress.

The dress fit her perfectly, a sleeveless number that seemed to miraculously stay in place supporting her full breasts even after such a violent tumble. From there, the lacy material hugged the curve of her torso, shapely hips, and spread out around her legs.

"I got my toes done too." She smiled, noticing that I was eyeing her up and down. She poked a foot out from under the dress to show me.

"Mmm." I said, sounding a little creepier than I'd intended. "Shall we?"

I offered my arm, which she took with a smile and a wink, and I escorted her inside to take our seats.

"Where's your mom and Aunt Rebecca?" I asked as we walked into the large room where the ceremony was to take place. There must have been over 300 people in there already.

"They're running late, as usual." She said, gawking at the extravagantly decorated space. "Wow, I always forget how loaded Uncle Winston is."

"I know, right?" I said and took in the beautiful room and flower archway under which Miasie and her fiance Paul would soon say their sure to be very cheesy and very expensive vows.

We found our way to a row of four empty chairs towards the back and settled in, Angie taking the seat right next to me. As the ceremony was getting ready to start, I waved away several latecomers from the other two seats, which I was saving for my aunts.

Paul, the groom, came smiling down the aisle in a tuxedo. Then came the bridesmaids and groomsmen in pairs.

"Excuse me...pardon me...so sorry...excuse us." I heard a rustling of formalwear and voices, and turned to see my Aunts Stefania and Rebecca shoving their way down our row towards us.

Stefania wore a similar dress to Angie's, an elegant strapless black dress. I noticed that she'd naturally put on a little weight in the recent years, but this only served to accentuate her already curvaceous form. She had always had a head of thick, long hair like her daughter, though her's was a deep brown. At her age, her rich hair color had faded rather gracefully with streaks of gray. As she bent over to take up the skirt of her dress to sneak by someone, my eyes froze open as I thought for certain that her very significant, very heavy breasts might actually pour out of her dress. They stayed in place, miraculously, and a bit to my disappointment...if I'm being honest.

Rebecca slipped her way up the aisle in Stefania's wake, and I noticed that even at her age she'd maintained what had always been her trim, athletic figure. She wore a dark purple dress with thin straps over her shoulders. Being more of an athlete, she'd always kept her straw-blonde hair shorter in a bob, as she still did with it tied back into a tight pony tail to show off her elegant neck and shoulders. Her toned bare arms exposed, as well as (and I had to do a double take) a pair of perky C-cup tits that seemed to defy age and gravity. Her dressed featured a long slit up the side and as she walked, I admired her slender, toned leg as it slipped out, exposing her natural tan up to her high inner thigh.

As they got close, I indicated the pair of chairs I'd left open, and they eventually forced their way through and plopped down with a sigh beside me.

"I told you we were running late!" Rebecca chided at her sister.

"Nonsense, look." Stefanie waved an elegant hand at the ongoing procession of stiff smiles down the aisle. "Right on time for the main event."

"I'd say late, but fashionably late." I said and leaned over towards my aunts. "As is to be expected from two fashionable women."

When they both realized that it was me beside them their smiles beamed and they both leaned in to embrace me in a bear hug. As they pulled me in, I could feel Stefania's soft, pillowy bosom against my face as she pressed me to her chest.

"Oh, William!" They each said in a shout, eliciting a round of 'shushes' from the surrounding audience.

"Good to see you." I said sincerely, and they each planted wet kisses on my cheek.

"Do you like my new tits?" Aunt Rebecca beamed, and proudly jutted her chest out to display her perfect breasts.

"Uh..." I struggled with exactly how to respond, my eyes glued to her perky tits and hardened nipples poking through her dress.

"Oh, will you shut up about your tits?" Stefania waved her sister away. "It's all you ever talk about anymore. You're obsessed with your stupid tits."

"Why shouldn't I be?" Rebecca snapped back. "I finally have tits I can enjoy."

"So enjoy them!" Stefania quipped. "Just do it quietly. I'm tired of hearing about them."

"And how do you think I feel having been basically flat as a board compared to you two top heavies?" Rebecca said, indicating the voluptuous cleavage of Aunt Stefania and my cousin Angie. "You're just jealous that your floppy old fun bags aren't the only show in town anymore!"

"All three of you have very gorgeous tits." I said, hoping to mediate what had become quite the show to everyone surrounding us.

"Will you guys chill the hell out?" My cousin whispered angrily at us. "There's plenty of night ahead to catch up."

I traded a smirk with my aunts, both of whom where as elegant, beautiful, and sexy as ever, and we all turned our attention to the aisle as my cousin Maisie made her way past in a ridiculous wedding dress. We stood up along with the rest of the audience and as everyone gasped and teared up, I felt my aunt Stefania's hand on my ass. She held it there for a moment, then gave me a soft pinch.

I glanced over at her and caught her smirking.

"Looking good, Will." She said in a whisper.

"Not so bad yourself." I replied. "All three of you." I indicated both my aunts and cousin.

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On my right, I felt my cousin Angie's presence next to me. Her bare arm warm against my suited shoulder. I glanced over at her, and followed the curve of her neck down as strands of her long, red hair traced into the canyon of her breasts, her perfect cleavage sitting atop her dress. I know she's my cousin, and it's wrong to think this way, but I'd always wanted to see her naked. She didn't look back at me, but she must have sensed me because a smile crept across her lips as we took our seats.

We settled in for the ceremony and yawned through a long sermon and several readings. When the bride and groom finally got to their vows, which were actually lovely and very heartfelt, I have to admit, I glanced over and saw a tear roll down Angie's cheek. Without even deciding to, I reached over and took her hand into mine. I gave her a gentle squeeze and she squeezed back. When I loosened my grip to let go, she continued to hold on to me, lacing her fingers into mine and holding on tight.

Thankfully, I was seated at the same table as Angie and my aunts for the reception. The four of us sat in a row around the round table, looking over at the four empty chairs across from us.

"I heard about the breakup, William." Rebecca said and reached over to clutch my hand. "Fuck her if she can't see how wonderful you are."

"That's exactly what Angie said." I said and squeezed her hand back with a smile.

"That's because Angie is very smart and very honest." Rebecca said.

"What about the other three empty chairs?" I asked the women flanking me.

"I was offered a plus one, so I took it." Angie said. "I didn't plan on bringing anyone, but the less random people I have to make idle chit chat with, the better."

"Same here." Stefania said.

"Make that three fake plus ones." Rebecca said.

"To the four of us, plus no one else." I said with a laugh and raised my drink to toast.

"To our foursome!" Stefania said with a laugh and we began drinking.

I spent dinner roughly outlining the implosion of my relationship with Julie, and it felt good to have three such attractive and attentive female sympathetic listeners. They sat focused on me, each with a hand on my knees, enrapt on my story, my grief, and my anger, as I told them about my breakup, my money problems, my housing problems, and - maybe the worst thing of all -- the writer's block I'd been suffering over the past month as I struggled to finish my next, long overdue novel.

"My publisher won't give me any more advances unless I deliver a draft within the month." I said, downing the rest of what was probably my fifth drink.

"You poor thing." Aunt Stefania said and shook her head.

"That's awful." Rebecca chimed in.

Angie moved her hand from my knee to the back of my head, softly stroking my hair.

"I wish I could just escape from all of it for a while." I stared into my empty glass. "My failed love life, my bills, my whole life. Just put it on pause so I can think for a minute and get some work done."

At this, I noticed that all three of the women seemed to exchange a glance, as if all having the same idea at once.

"I'm going to get another drink." I said. "Anyone want another?"

"Yes, please." All three of them held up their empty glasses.

"I'll go with you." Angie decided and we walked to the bar together.

"I'm so sorry for what you're going through." She said as we stood in line. She wrapped her arms around my neck and give me a big hug.

As I held her body against mine, I could feel her breath against my neck, and her breasts rising and falling against my chest. I flatted my hands on the small of her back, felt her in my grasp. Maybe it was the alcohol, but holding my cousin so close to me like that, I felt my cock start to stir in my suit pants.

"Thanks." I said and broke away from her before she felt me growing against her.

We got the drinks and returned to the table just as the music picked up and the dance floor filled.

"I want to dance!" Angie exclaimed when the beat dropped.

"Go ahead." I waved my hand towards the quickly crowding dance floor.

"Come on, cuz." She said and grabbed my hand, yanking towards the floor.

"But I was going to talk to my lovely aunts." I protested and looked over towards Stefania and Rebecca giggling at us.

"Don't worry about us, stud." Stefania said.

"Yea, you kids go nuts." Rebecca laughed.

As I reluctantly let my cousin lead me through the crowd of bad dancing, I looked back one last time at my aunts at the table, staring after us and whispering things into each others' ear.

Angie led me to a small clearing in the middle of the action and started to work her body. She started modestly, at first, a little two-step with a sway of the hips. But as the beat went on, and the motion of the crowd engulfed us, we found ourselves moving more and more in unison, her hips gyrating against me as I ran my hands lightly up and down her sides.

When one of the drunken groomsmen lost his balance and shoved into her from behind, she was flung against me, steadying herself with her hands on my chest. I looked down and caught her looking up at me. We both seemed to be caught in the same thought, our face inches apart, our lips parted. I could feel her breath against my face.

"Well, hello there." She said with a smile.

As we started to dance again, she didn't back away from me. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body heat against mine. Her tits bulging up from the top of her dress as she worked against me.

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