This is the second chapter of "Relative Deviant." It picks up directly after the first entry, so if you haven't read that one, I highly recommend checking it out. Again, this is a completely fabricated tale about fictional characters all of whom are above the age of eighteen and are not otherwise unable to legally consent to sex. There will be descriptions of illicit acts which are not appropriate for all audiences. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Relative Deviant 2
My eyes opened to the chill of my dark bedroom just after four o'clock in the morning. At some point while musing about the evening's happenings my brain must have given way to exhaustion. Good thing my bladder was kind enough to rouse me, since I had not set an alarm.
Rushing to the bathroom, I had a brief flashback of being prostrate on the floor, craning to peek at my aunt's bush with the mirror. Somehow that was the first nudge of the domino which led to such an incredibly fortunate outcome. I could barely retrace the steps from there crawling around in front of the bathroom door to exploding inside my aunt's mouth. Could I have hallucinated the whole thing?
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At first, I was just seeking out some mental pictures to spank it to. You see, even for someone over eighteen, back then in a small town, it was difficult to get porn. We did have our smut peddlers, but you wouldn't dare want to get spotted in a place like that or even have someone recognize your car outside. Sure enough, it would get back to someone in your church or work. Besides, even if you did get something, a VHS tape or a magazine or something; we're talking all the image quality of the Zapruder film.
For me, memories of real-life experiences were by far the most reliable. My most recent go-to was recollections of various sexual encounters with my ex. It was never anything too exotic, but she had a body that was nice to look at and she did let me in her honey hole on occasion. Our breakup was sudden and painful, so those thoughts had been spoiled for me. Aunt Teri had benevolently bestowed upon me a whole treasure trove of eye candy to keep my filthy mind occupied.
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Once I had relieved myself, I stepped back into the hallway. The guestroom door was half ajar and the dim light of a bedside lamp shone out into the darkness. Aunt Teri must have crashed there after our rendezvous last night. She was so smashed; I was certain she would be dead to the world.
Mind you, I was still in my birthday suit. Usually, I had free reign of the upstairs, since it was just us boys up there. If mom or anyone else was upstairs, I would be much more tactful. The fact that I did not dash back into my room immediately after being reminded that we had a guest only speaks to how curiously horny I was at the time. My thoughts were less of preserving my dignity and more that I was feet away from a chick that looked like she belonged on Baywatch.
As the sound of the toilet tank filling stopped, I crept by the open door, listening carefully for any clue that she might be astir. The rhythmic sounds of her breathing assured me it might be safe to peek inside. Maneuvering to a more advantageous angle, I stooped down, pretending to pick something up off the floor and casually looked back.
There she was, flat on her back and half covered by a blanket. One naked leg lay exposed and hanging off the near side of the bed. I straightened up and looked all around, ensuring I was alone. Creeping closer, I could see the outline of her curvy figure. Next to her on the nightstand was her plastic cup, indicating that she wasn't done partying when she left me.
Right next to the cup was something else. I eased closer to get a better look, but I already knew what it was. The bright orange color was a dead giveaway.
So captivated was I in my vice, that before I knew it, I was already in the room, kneeling, just inches from her exposed thigh. Somehow, I did not make a sound, nor cast a shadow on her for fear of waking her. My execution must have been flawless, but I had no memory of it. Sheer instinct and misguided lust piloted me.
First, I confirmed that it was, indeed her swimsuit on the nightstand. Unfurling the wadded-up garment, I found it was just the bottoms. My eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and the contents of my hand, ensuring she remained asleep. I held the cloth firm against my face and inhaled. A medley of odors filled my nares, but with my second whiff, I distinctly pinpointed the bouquet of ripe pussy.
Elated with my find, I thought it prudent to place them back where I found them and make my retreat. Already, I was diamond hard and had plenty of stimulation to get the job done. By this time, I was so amped up, I was planning exactly out how I was going to pleasure myself.
"I can turn on a dim light and find some lube, lock the door this time, for sure," I thought. "I'll even sit on the edge of the bed and relive her blowing the night before."
Backing away, I noticed something. Since one of her legs was hanging off the bed, a chasm had opened which was only partially obstructed by the blanket. Crawling toward the foot of the bed, I strained to peer into the darkness betwixt, but couldn't make anything out. Easing closer, still careful she remained asleep, I nudged the covers back gingerly in hopes for a glimpse.
When I saw it, I let out a gasp. It was so perfect. The pale silhouette where her bikini ordinarily lay bordered the area between good touch and bad touch. Her slit was closed except for the two rose-colored leaves of flesh delicately budding from their cozy shelter.
Rising slowly and carefully to my feet, I leaned over her and breathed in the air near her lady parts. The aroma of sex was rich down there and I wanted so badly to have a taste. Her perfectly tidy beaver was laid out as if she were ready for a centerfold photoshoot. Brazenly, but still warily, I reached in and mussed it slightly, all the while keeping tabs on her state of consciousness.
Without realizing it, I was already beating my meat heartily. I straightened my posture and fixed my gaze on her gash. Unclear what my plan was, I mindlessly carried on pulling my crank. Sex-crazed by the sight of her stunning peach and by how depraved this was; I was on track to empty my balls right into her unsuspecting lap.
All at once, my rapid fapping sounds were interrupted by a sharp snort. Like a cockroach, I froze in place. Her face contorted and she scratched her nose. I was petrified, standing there with my hand full of dick almost exactly how she caught me earlier. For a moment I assessed how horrible this was. Eyes the size of dinner plates, I helplessly stared at her, praying she was not going to wake up and see me.
The few seconds it took for her breathing pattern to return to normal were dreadful. As soon as I was sure she wasn't going to wake, I made my escape. With my pecker wagging in the dark, I tiptoed down the hallway to my room.
My plans for a luxurious spank session were jettisoned before I even locked the door. The thrill of almost getting busted only bolstered my need to get off. Inspired by the smell of my aunt's snatch, I quickly finished myself off onto whatever article of clothing happened to be atop my laundry hamper.
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Mom was the first one to join me at the breakfast nook. I had felt invigorated after my misadventure and couldn't possibly sleep. Instead, I got dressed and cooked up a huge breakfast for the whole house. Scrambled eggs, bacon, smoked sausage and a batch of drop biscuits; I went all out.
"Wow," Mom said. "Did you do all this?"
