Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
WARNING: This is not a fantasy! Unlike the previous instalments in this series, the events that follow are purely fictitious. The concept for this started with the passing of my aunt. After attending her funeral on Valentine's Day, I got the idea to write a story as homage to her. I know it may sound weird because I write erotica, but it is just my way of remembering my dear aunt. I hope you enjoy.
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
January 11th 2014, 9:30 AM: the phone rang. I answered, only to learn my aunt had passed away during the night. She had been getting worse of late and we had all seen it coming. Nonetheless, it was still a shock. Three days later, on Valentine's Day, I was catching up with my relatives—most of who I had not seen in over a decade—as we waited for the service to begin. I was told by countless aunts, uncles and distant relatives that I had grown into a beautiful young woman. But all I wanted was to be left alone to grieve in peace. Luckily, we were soon informed the service would be starting momentarily. It was only then that I realized I needed to pee. After making a pit stop at the bathroom, I joined the rest of my relatives in the church. Not wanting to disturb anyone, I took a seat in the last occupied row. The only other person in that row was a gorgeous young woman. I knew it was wrong given the circumstances, but I could not help and get turned on as I looked her up and down. Unfortunately, trying to fight my urges became even harder when I recognized her; she was my cousin Candy! I had not seen her in twelve years and I was stunned at how much she had changed. She used to be a tomboy, but from the looks of it, her femininity had developed with age. She was now a breathtaking young woman.
"Hi," I whispered as I slid over to her. It took her a few moments to recognize me, but when she did, a smile appeared on her luscious lips. We caught up quickly as we waited for the ceremony to begin. But we only got a few words out before the priest began his sermon. We spent the next few minutes in silence. That is, until emotions got the better of Candy and she burst into tears. I reached out to give her a comforting pat on the back, but she took it as an invitation to bury her face in my bosom as her entire body started to shake to the rhythm of her sobs. I wrapped my arms around her in a comforting embrace and let her weep. Well, until the feel of her face pressed against my boobs turned me on to the point where I felt a fantasy start to form within me. I tried to fight it, knowing how wrong it would be given the current situation. Unfortunately, I was unable to keep my perverse thoughts trapped inside my unconscious mind.
"Fuck..." was all I had time to think before the fantasy took hold of me. No longer bound by the laws of reality, I acted upon the incestuous urges that filled me. Unwrapping my arms from around Candy, I reached down with one hand. My fingers brushed against her thighs before I pressed my palm against her crotch. I felt her stiffen, but she soon relaxed when I started massaging her lower lips through the thin fabric of her pants. In fact, she relaxed so much that she soon stopped crying. Luckily, she still kept her face buried in my bosom. Realizing she would have rejected me by then if she did not appreciate my comforting touch, I decided to proceed with my plan. Removing my hand from between her thighs, I heard her whine softly—a whine which soon turned into a moan when I slipped my hand into her pants.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her voice muffled by my boobs, as I started moving my hand about, forcing my finger to massage her engorged labia. The wetness in her pants soon convinced me to escalate things. Less than a second later, I was slowly, sensually sliding two of my fingers in and out of her cunt.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned again as I started accelerating the rhythm. Before long, I was fervently finger-fucking her pre-cum-filled pussy. Thank god her face remained buried in my chest or everyone in the church would have heard her moan. I was particularly thankful for our current position when she climaxed, forcing wave after wave of hot orgasmilk flowing out of her poon. I smiled proudly as I imagined the gooey nectar creating an increasingly voluminous wet spot in her pants.
