My Big Family

"Yes Aunt Maven, I'll be there... agh. Soon. Just as soon as. Ahh. As soon as Seon lets me leave... I'm coming now. Now, ahh fuck now!"

Seon has my cock in her lips, her eyes stare at me with her tongue licking the tip of my cock. I can barely focus on the call with Aunt Maven. To think this girl woke me up and after a brisk shower, she pulled me to the kitchen for a well-made breakfast. Without saying a word, she went under the table and started sucking me off.

"Hold on Aunt Maven," I block the mic, "Seon, please slow down," I beg her.

Seon smiles, mischievously. Her mouth unwraps from my shaft and her tongue flicks the tip.

"Okay, Aunt, I need to get on the road. Please make sure that you haven't forgotten anything I need to take. Yes, she's taking great care of me. You want to chat with her?" I ask.

I do hesitate, but Seon sticks her hand up. She wants the phone, so I give it to her. Finally getting to enjoy the blowjob without any mental distractions. I let her suck and talk, she alternates perfectly. Able to listen whilst taking half my shaft into her wet and warm mouth. She's only wearing her top from yesterday's spa date, and I take a peek at the pair of white cotton panties as the hem of her top hiked up.

"Yes Grandma, I'm being very good to my uncle. No, I won't be a bother to him. I promised to clean and cook for him," she says as she starts licking my balls while stroking my shaft.

"Agh!" I gasp. Caressing her hair, I want her to keep going.

"No, I don't think I'll need the bed anymore. I'll come visit Great Grandad, but I won't be sleeping over. Yes, I'll tell him Aunty, I need to go now. I need to be a good guest for Morgan. Yes Aunt, bye!"

She cuts the call, then gobbles my cock, slobbers on it. She places the phone down and with her other hand free. It finds my balls, full of that cum she so desperately wants. Seon is only just a novice at sucking dick, yet her development in her third attempt is impressive. The second one was last night, when we got home. She insisted on making me dinner and was unwilling to let me take care of her. In her mind, I'd done more than enough for her.

After, we watched some anime before she sucked me off to sleep. This morning is even better, her hands have a good grip on my thick balls. Her mouth makes love to my shaft and it shines in the morning light. I'm perfectly happy letting her milk me like a prized bull. She can't take all of my cock, she doesn't need to. I love her mouth work, the way her tongue rolls around and makes the hawk sound I love to hear.

Seon sucks it like it's hers, she adds deep yet low guttural moans. They send me spiralling. I'm starting to think she takes pleasure sucking my thick black cock. She's patient and stops to appreciate the glistening shine of my cock. Then swallows it, always trying to get my cock all the way while her eyes try to stay focused on me, but when she tries to deepthroat they shut tight. Her squint suggests she's doing her absolute best.

"You don't have to take all of it, you're amazing just with how much you've got it in."

She pulls it out with a pout, "I know, but I want to... take it all. I want to show you how much I love you Morgan. When we talked yesterday and you said you'd wait for me to be ready for real sex. I was so happy, so I just feel like you need to know that I'd do anything for you. I want you to be happy, even without being able to use all of me."

I pull her up, sliding her up until my cock is pressed by her chest. I look her straight in the eyes, "I love you too Seon, and you're amazing at that. I enjoy it so much when you suck it softly, and slobber all over it. I enjoy it when you enjoy it, so get back down there and suck it like you love me."

I let her go, and she slid back to her knees. My words motivate her, and she sucks me a bit harder. Her hands stroke my shaft while another rubs herself. Her moans get more violent, like she's about to cum sucking my cock. Her intense fingering is a match for the intense blowing she does. Her head movements increase and I feel the bubbling crescendo rise.

"Agh fuck!" I gasp, bucking up to match her head motions. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum Seon," I warn her.

Seon doesn't really register what I say, she keeps letting my cock slide in and out of her warm wet mouth. Taking most of it, but not enough to make herself gag. Her finger is audibly ploughing her wet snatch and hearing it brings me closer to my climax. I eventually lose it, and grab her head before I violently buck and down.

"Agh agh fuck! Seon I'm cumming, don't stop."

She had no chance to escape, nothing would stop me stuffing her mouth full of my load. I grunt and gasp before my feet go stiff. My balls tighten and the streams of cum fill her mouth. She loses it too and her legs buckle, forcing me to hold her up by her head. Her mouth remains stuck to my ever squirting cock, and I hear gulp after gulp coming from her.

"Ahh good girl," I say, in a low groan.

I relax, my body ceases its stiff posture and I let her go. She falls to the side of the chair, and softly rubs her clit. She pants slowly, and enjoys the after taste.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm amazing. I feel so fucking good Morgan," she covers her mouth. Realising she said the F-word.

"Okay, I'm going to put these plates in the sink and go now."

Seon nods and lays on the back on the cold hardwood floor. I quickly get up to my feet and wash the plates, trying to gather myself. Earlier, Aunt Maven called to tell me where all of Seon's stuff is. I planned to go collect it, and I borrowed Kianna's car. I needed to do it today because Kianna wanted it back by Monday. Before I can even finish washing the plates, Seon comes up behind me and holds on. She wraps her hands around my waist and leans her head against my back.

"I'll miss you," she says.

"I asked you to come with me, you don't have to spend the day alone."

"I want to clean this place up, it looks like a boy lives in it."

I laugh, she's clearly criticising me.

She continues, "I don't want to go back there, I am afraid they'll try and make me stay. They don't want to treat me like an adult, it's like they think I'm a big baby, wanting me to be within their reach at all times."

I turn around, wrapping my arms around her. We hold each other for a few moments, and I think about her circumstances. This idea to move in is not new, even when she asked me. I could tell it was pressing in her mind for a while. I agreed, because having a live-in girlfriend is just something too good to pass on. For that to be cute, adorable and loveable Seon. I probably would have asked her if not for her beating me to the punch.

"Seon, I need to go. Can I, please?"

She smiles and lets me go. After a few heartfelt goodbyes, (even though I plan to be back before dinner) I'm on the road.

The trip isn't short, so having a car is just more efficient in this case. I don't have much to do on the trip other than listen to the radio.

I have a few interesting thoughts during my drive. The first being progress on my resolution, given I've already got three girls in the family. The five who are left are Ciara, Bianca, Kylie, Tianna and Fran. She's still ignoring me, of which I am not surprised, but eventually the dam will burst. It's a good thing she's also suffering some withdrawal from the lack of sex and drugs.

I try to get more headway on the progress with Tianna, the light skinned big busted sister of Kianna.

'Hi' I text.

'Hey' she texts back.

'What you up to?'

'I'm working, the mall. You remember, the cute little hair salon that we talked about when we were gift hunting for our Moms.'

'I remember, is that always where you are?'

'Yes, it is. Mostly, why? You planning on coming by?'

'Not really, I just wanted to check on you. Also ask about what happened between us?'

'What happened between us?' she texts again, 'What are you talking about?'

'I am talking about what we did. Six years ago, the shower, and that night in the guest room. The next morning in the closet, you remember, don't you?'

'I don't know what the hell you're talking about? Can you please change the topic, before I stop talking to you.'

'Tianna, how long are you going to pretend that we didn't have sex.'

'Morgan, can you please stop living in your fake and weird dreamworld. I'm only entertaining you because you're family but I'm not above blocking my brother.'

'You literally wouldn't stay away back then. You were so desperate for us to do it too. I feel like you at least owe me a conversation about it.'

'I don't owe you a thing, you're so entitled,' she sends a rolled eyes emoji. 'I feel like there's no getting through to you, so I'm just going to ignore you now. Stop texting me with these horny perverted thoughts of yours and wack yourself off or something.'

That went about as well as I thought it would. Tianna is still the biggest brat in the family, and there's really no getting through to her. I have to force her to at least talk about it, but how. Blackmail? Just like Fran I guess. It wouldn't be so hard to find something incriminating on Tia, she does a lot of things that the family don't like.

I'll leave her alone as I know conversations won't work. I only text Ciara that I'm passing by but I don't have time to text the others. It's probably a waste of time anyway, Bianca doesn't respond to my messages most of the time and Kylie hates me. So much work to do.

When I get there, I find Aunt Maven sitting on the porch reading a book. She's the only one who still lives with Grandpa, Seon's Great Grandpa. She's rather unassuming, she wears glasses and I have never really made much note of her. I do take stock that she has a really thick ass and caramel brown skin. She's around Kianna's height, maybe shorter and has a longer face than the other ladies in my family.

Her appearance is complemented by her reserved outfit. A grey satin slack with a moss green sweater. Her breasts are also quite notable in the sweater she's wearing, particularly because she decided to not wear a bra. Aside from her natural figure, I don't see anything incredibly enticing. She has a son and no one has thought to tell me where his father is. It's probably a sad story, so I left it alone.

He works abroad so I don't see him. I'm more used to Aunt Maven, she's rather kind and pleasant. When I exit the car, she gets off the chair and rushes to hug me.

"Welcome back my big strong man, I know I always say this but it feels like yesterday you were sharing popsicles with Gavin. Now look at you, letting your sister move in with you."

"I know Aunt Maven, I know. You moved everything from the attic all by yourself?"

She lets me go, and smiles at me. "I had help, have you been working out? You seem like you were sweating a bit."

She can thank Seon's wonderful blowjob for that.

"Yes, I just wanted to get in the gym a bit, nothing too extensive."

She pats my abs, "Still chasing the dream. You're just like Ciara, she never stops singing and she keeps going to those auditions. She's cleaning in the kitchen so it's a bit quiet. Well actually we've barely noticed Seon's gone. Always the little book worm, I hope she's not going to be trouble for you. You know your mother would have my head if she ended up being a burden for you."

We walk as Aunt Maven goes on and on. Just as talkative as my mom, she tells me plenty of unnecessary details as I carry boxes to the car. I see Ciara, she smiles at me but stays in the house in case Grandpa wants something. He sleeps while I go back and forth,

Aunt Maven

I've had a crush on Morgan since as far back as I can remember. How did Tamara make such a handsome man, probably the best thing my older sister has ever created. He's been away for a while, left as a boy and came back as a man. I can't begin to explain just how moist it gets between my legs when I look at him. I am drawn to him like a moth to flame, and I'm yapping non-stop because I need an excuse to just be near him. There's something extremely sexy about a man carrying things in and out of the house.

It's the way he lifts it, seamless. No grunt or groan, like it weighs nothing. It's these thoughts that resulted in my being pregnant with Gavin and Ciara. I'm lucky my dad gave me another chance by letting me stay with him. Ciara decided to stay in the kitchen, which is good because I don't want my daughter seeing me act out of character. I'm sure she'd find it weird how much I keep blabbering on and on about my personal problems with Morgan.

He seems content just listening to me. It doesn't fill me with confidence about if he likes me or not. I may be an Aunt in my early forties, but I'm aware how kids tend to see us as mothers. Nags, pesterors, annoyances and stalls to their own interests. They think we want to make them suffer or make their lives miserable. I try to not be like that, but it comes at a cost really. A lot of my older sisters think I'm soft and too kind to the children.

I don't really understand why they want me to keep my distance and I have no interest in doing so. I love to treat my children to fun and excitement. I'm the fun Aunt as they say, I'm proud of that reputation. Although, I'm not much of a party person, and I don't really indulge in the drinking and crazy stuff they do. I definitely have a free spirit and that's what matters.

It matters here with Morgan, and I don't really know what I want from him. Maybe another long hug would get me to calm down. Yesterday he called and told me Seon was moving in with him, which I didn't mind at all. I'd somewhat adopted her as a daughter ever since the tragedy of her mother and her father's inability to contribute. It was my way of honouring my deceased niece's memory. Morgan may help Seon get out of her shell, and she can certainly find a job in the city as a secretary or librarian. Something quiet for her to do, so I'm happy for her.

Morgan seemed breathless during the phone call, maybe he was working out. Is that why I want his arms wrapped around my neck as he...

"Stop!" I say to myself.

"What?" Morgan looks at me. Puzzled.

"I mean, sorry. Keep going, don't let me distract you."

"You okay Aunt, you seem a bit... dazed. Red faced? You catch a cold?"

"Oh, no, no, please don't mind me. I'm just feeling a bit warm, the attic often does get hot."

I find a good excuse as to why I'm red like a tomato. In truth, I am hotter than a stove plate, Morgan is right here and I can't help but think of him as something else. I can't help but imagine him doing something else. Being someone other than my nephew, doing something other than lifting heavy boxes. Something deeper really. Oh my word, he's taking off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" I'm stunned.

"You're right, the Attic is hot. I don't want to sweat anymore than I have already."

I watch in awe as he lets me see his black biceps, abs and chest. My eyes can't stop blinking and I feel myself getting red again. He picks up the last heavy box and walks down the stairs. After picking up his damp shirt I check to see if he's gotten far enough. Then I get a good whiff of his scent, it makes me delirious. It's a musky smell, a mixture of sweat and cologne. My breasts harden and poke against my sweater. I pray he doesn't notice. I don't stay too long in cloud nine with Morgan's shirt, I follow closely behind, fanning myself with my hands.

Once I get to him, I note him closing the trunk of the car. He is probably about to leave given that's the last box. I want him to stay. I need more of him, a mental image to touch myself to tonight. Plus, he's shirtless now, I can't let him leave.

"Morgan, do you mind staying for lunch? Maybe a quick chat? I want you to at least say hi to your Granddad before you leave. He'll be miserable if he finds out you came without saying hello," I added a playful smile to sway him.

"Um, I guess I can stay a bit. I can't stay forever, so you may have to wake him up."

"If it comes to that, I will." I promise.

He walks behind me to the kitchen where I find Ciara cooking. I hand her the his shirt to which she gives a puzzled raise of her eyebrow.

"Sweetie, please quickly wash this and dry it, I'll handle lunch while you're gone."

"Wait, this is Morgan's shirt?" she asks with a rather naughty smile.

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"Oh no, I'll get right on it Mom," she says, then slowly departs after smiling playfully at Morgan.

Morgan doesn't glance at her, not even at her bouncy butt as she leaves. Ciara admittedly is rather well endowed in that area. It's been that way since she started eating more, I don't know what to make of it. Maybe the natural obesity that comes with being American, yet that obesity hasn't touched her upper body. Just her thighs and behind have grown, lucky her.

My daughter must have been blessed to not have my more sensitive metabolism, I struggle to keep my weight. It's led me to be insecure, especially around men I find attractive. Morgan compliments me often, when he sees me. I do sometimes catch him, rarely, yet enough to notice that he likes my behind too. He seems more into me than my very own daughter who is rather attractive in her own right. When I compare us, I notice we share some similar features, I'm a bit taller, chubbier and wider in the chest. She's more of a pear, a big set of hips.

I rumble about in the kitchen, often bending over in front of him to catch his attention. Whenever I turn around, he's diddling on his phone and paying me no mind. I wonder what it'll take to make him notice me, just enough to make me feel sexy again. I don't know if I want it to turn into more, if I want him to just take me. What I do know is that if I can get him just a little hard. If I can get that bulge to show, maybe I'll be more confident in myself and it'll be another mental image.

It's just Morgan is a decent boy, he wouldn't blatantly ogle me, perhaps that's why I haven't noticed him doing so to my daughter. It's because he knows to respect her in my presence, but then I have caught him looking at my body, so what gives?

I prepare everything and sit next to him, thinking of another topic to discuss. Trying to find avenues to ramble about something, yet I have nothing. At least nothing that isn't a bit inappropriate, but to hell with decency.

Morgan

Aunt Maven is acting weird, not that it's strange that she wants me to stay for lunch. That's customary for her and most of my family. I find it strange that she's constantly bent over in front of me, that even now she's sitting super close to me and explaining how things went at Best-Buy. Her eyes constantly focused on mine, and even when I look away she often drags my head back towards her. I try to ignore her hard nipples, as they poke her sweater.

I don't usually get to spend time with her, primarily because she's part of the mother group of the family. Always looking out for us and telling us what we should be doing. Passing judgement and snide comments, however, Maven isn't one of the mean ones. She rarely steps her bounds or says something that the rest of us young adults find infuriating. Even her constant yammering is rather adorable, and cute. I can tell she just wants someone to be close to me, spending most of her days taking care of grandpa must make her lonely.

I try to play along, but eventually it feels she's getting rather touchy. Her hand is on my jeans, on my thigh. Her big breasts are pressed against my shoulder, she's leaning into me and telling me a funny story from her college days. At first I don't think much of it, but it takes a turn when she starts mentioning her first boyfriend. She seemed to be deeply in love with him, and he introduced her to the more intimate side of things.