This is my first time submitting a story anywhere, so I feel the need to send a huge thanks to my volunteer editor, neuroparenthetical. Thank you for taking a complete mess and making it into something readable.
All characters are over 18
I never had a chance, I suppose. I remember that from the moment I started really noticing women, I knew my aunt Dee was a good-looking girl. She always took care to make sure she was put together. Her blonde hair was styled, her makeup tasteful, and her perfume light. She was usually smiling, and when she did, her blue eyes would shine!
By the time I had turned 18 and was graduating I developed a crush on her. I would usually find myself thinking about her when I would jerk off, or when I was with a girlfriend. It was usually her face I would see whenever I closed my eyes -- not every time of course, but maybe more than was healthy. I couldn't help myself. Maybe it was the fact that we were related that made fantasizing about her so tempting. Maybe it was that I'd always preferred older women -- though maybe that was something that she'd been responsible for! Regardless, whenever I had a hard time finishing, thoughts of her always got me there.
Our families were close. We usually spent our weekends together, and every holiday without exception. Those were awesome, as she would usually dress up. She would always check in with me and talk for a bit about life and things. Her eyes always felt like they were looking through mine into my soul. They were so blue and deep. I would lose myself in them as I fell deeper into a forbidden lust.
Fast forward a few years, and I was home from college for Christmas break. There was a family get-together at some random cousin's house, and we were all having a good time catching up and having a few drinks. She was dressed in a short leather skirt and high boots, which showed off her toned thighs. She had a red top on which set off her features, as well as her still-perky breasts. I stood and talked to her most of the evening, grabbing peeks when I thought it safe. While not big, her chest had a fantastic shape and her top was just low enough so I could see where her cleavage started. I did feel bad at times ignoring the rest of my family so I could check out my aunt, but not bad enough to stop.
A little after midnight, she asked if I would walk her home. She didn't live far, and her husband was nowhere near ready to leave. I agreed, thinking that if she was leaving, I wouldn't want to stay anyway. We talked more on the walk about her problems lately with my mom. As sisters, they were very close, but lately Mom had been after her to dress her age and tone down flirting with people..
"Maybe she's right and I should," she said, "but I just really like it! I like feeling sexy and seeing men notice me. Am I really too old for that?"
I stumbled for the right words, as I didn't want to sound like I was begging her to never stop giving me more masturbatory fodder! "Look," I said, "if you are happy, and it gives you confidence and a spring in your step, then to hell with her. You look great and should keep it up until you decide to stop."
She smiled and thanked me for being so sweet and honest. We got to her place a while later, which was great, as I was dying to get to a washroom. Once that was all taken care of, I went back to the door and got my shoes on. She thanked me again for the walk home. Her eyes were so intense that I froze for a moment staring into them. She came closer and asked the most surprising thing I had ever heard in my life.
"So, are those college girls replacing me?"
I had no idea what she meant, so I laughed and replied, "No, they will never be my aunt."
"No, silly! Will they ever replace me as your masturbation girl?"
My jaw nearly hit the floor. She knew? And did she just say 'masturbation girl?'
After a minute, she broke the silence. "Don't be embarrassed. I have known for some time how you look at me. I love it! I always dress a little better if I know you will be around. I like feeling sexy; it makes me feel powerful. Whenever I feel down about aging, or think I have lost something, I remember that my young, handsome nephew likes how I look. You do still like how I look, don't you?"
I blankly nodded, not sure if I was dreaming.
"Good boy! Thank you for being honest. You have thought of me, haven't you?"
"Yeah, sorry."
"I knew it. Good boy." Every time she said that, I could feel her words travelling right through me. "Tell me, do you think of me often when you're alone?"
"When I'm alone, and so much more than I should when I'm not alone."
"You know you are not supposed to think about your aunt that way, don't you"? Again, I just nodded. "So, why do you? Do you find me that good-looking?"
"Honestly," I said, " you are the sexiest woman I know. The way you dress and act has always had that effect on me. I tried a few times to move on, but my mind always strays back to you."
Her smile widened. "Well, I must be sexy if someone like you cannot get me out of their head. Thank you for being honest. Now, there is something I want you to do for me." She leaned into me and got up on her toes. She put her lips by my ear and whispered, "Go home now, and think about me." She moved back slightly, letting her tongue leave her mouth. She brushed it across my lips.
A second later I was outside. I had no idea what had just happened. All I knew was that I had to get home fast. I was soon on my bed, and not a minute later, I came -- maybe as hard as I ever had in my life.
What followed was maybe the longest night of my life. I woke up three times, each time replaying the memory of my aunt teasing me with both her words and her soft tongue, and each time cumming again almost immediately. When I awoke and it was morning, my dick was aching, but so hard that I had to relieve myself one last time before getting up.
Being the holiday season, it was inevitable that I would be seeing Aunt Dee again that day, which had me on edge. It was mid-afternoon when I heard the front door open and people arrive. My ears were straining, and soon I heard her voice echo down the hallway. I rushed down to greet the company, and although there were many people there, I only saw Aunt Dee. She was in a green dress which hugged her body perfectly. Her lips were tinted with a pink lipstick, and her eyes were looking straight into mine.
She made her way over to me and gave me a hug. Pulling me close, she whispered in my ear, "Did you do as you were told last night?"
"Yeah, a few times... and this morning."
"Good Boy." God, those words from her sent shivers running all through my body. "Me too."
