"Of course you did. You wanted them to fuck you, didn't you?"
"Yes. All three of them. Auntie?"
"Yes?"
"When do I get to go to your guest room?"
"We'll see," she replied with a wink of her enthralling eye.
Steven
Sheila seemed a little deflated by the time I'd finished the egg burger she made for me. By the time we got to the front parlour, she was looking at the floor with a frown as she moved to the leather couch.
"You wanna drink?" I asked.
"No."
For once, I didn't either, so I sat across from the sexy thing, wondering if I should ask what was wrong. Instead, I probed with a comment as I tried to keep my eyes away from between her legs, she still not having adjusted her skirt.
"You don't owe her any explanations. Like you said, she doesn't even know you."
She only shook her head, the silent communication suggesting that this wasn't what she was upset about.
"Okay, what's wrong?"
"(Sigh) ... It's just... Look, this is going to sound awful, but I'm not used to going someplace and having people know things about me. I've done a lot of crazy and wicked things in my time, but I was always able to turn my back and move on without dragging my guilty past along, except for two times: When I left home after Dad... did what he did, and when I had to leave John and my own daughter behind. Those two situations have always bothered me way down deep, down where things can be buried, but always present. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes," I sympathized, thinking of the Driscolls, Audrey Chapel and Pastor Marx.
"But now, here I am, faced with the people I've hurt from both those situations after all these years, and it's a little trying at times. I'm not used to being an outcast. I could never help myself in terms of being the slut I am and, in large part, my acceptance of that is what allowed me to go on all this time, maybe even hoping somehow that each new situation would be different for me, that I could be normal with new people who knew nothing about me, but it never happened and I don't expect that it ever will. What's worse is that the home that Ashleigh offers me here seems so perfect and good for me, but how can I stay someplace where everyone knows all about what I am and the things I've done? How could I ever be happy here when only two members of my own family will even speak to me? It makes me feel guilty, worthless even, and that's something else I'm not used to. I hate it. Of course, I don't deserve any sympathy..."
In the time it took her to say this, her expression had gone from gloomy to outright despair. I felt quite badly for her and I guess this is why I said what I did.
"Mum and I are having sex with each other."
It didn't even register for about a second but, when it did, her head snapped up and she looked at me with blank faced surprise. This made me look down at the floor as she had been doing up till then, regretting my confession but going on anyway in the hopes that it would make my Aunt feel better about herself.
"Yeah, we've both been uhh... giving in to what Ashleigh calls, 'the Burchell drive', and not just with each other. Also, Mum and Kitten are having a little affair and you already know how Ashleigh feels about it, sooo... you probably shouldn't feel too bad. Mum's just acting like a hypocrite and so is Kitten."
"Oh my god... I mean, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised because I always knew Kathy was as horny as me, but I... She was always so controlled, but her own son- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"I know, it's okay," I told her, looking up at her still shocked expression. "But please don't tell them I told you, okay?"
"No, I'd never do that, don't worry, but... Well, I can't help but be a little pissed off with your mother under the circumstances. No offense kid, but... that hypocritical
bitch.
... I assume she seduced you?"
"Sort of, but not really. She's sort of changed lately and... well, we were there sleeping in the same bed and stuff just happened."
"What stuff?"
"Sheila!" I protested with a slight smile.
"Well, what stuff?"
" ... She- we were broke and we had this landlord that was kind of putting it to us, and Mum worked it so that we'd perform for him in lieu of our rent. We did pretty much everything."
"Oh my god, you
gotta
tell me."
"Sheila!"
"Well, I'm sorry, I'm just picturing stuff and it's turning me on."
"Fine," I said, a little embarrassed. "The first time, he had me fuck her boobs until I came."
"All over them," Sheila assumed, sitting on the edge of the couch now.
"Yeah, and her face too."
"I can just imagine after what I've seen of your capabilities. What else?"
"We did sixty-nines for him and we uh... well, we were trying to stay away from intercourse, but during one session, he told me to rape her."
"Oh wow. Did you?"
I nodded, my smile getting a little tighter, my dick a little bigger when I remembered the incident, telling her, "I was pretty wound up at that point. We were having our own little playtimes without him by then and I was... well..."
"God, I wish I could have seen that."
"(Ahem) Okay, but my point is like I said, it's pretty hypocritical of her to judge you. I love her, but it's still wrong."
" ... It's damned big of you to admit that to me just to make me feel better about myself."
I shrugged, but she went on, smiling fondly at me now.
"You just keep scoring points with me. Look, if anything... I mean, if you ever need someone else to partner up with..."
I smiled back, not feeling so regretful or ashamed about my confession to her now, and replied, "You're on, Sheila."
"So are you, Sweetie pie. You're
right
on. And so handsome. (Giggle)"
I smiled wider, looking between her legs and around the rest of her as she stood and asked, "You busy tonight?"
"Got no plans," I offered.
"Now you do. Come to my apartment at nine this evening and I'll show you a really good time."
With an incredibly enticing smile, she leaned over and gave my lips a sloppy kiss with her tongue before walking away and out of the room.
Kitten
My legs a little shaky, I found myself at the foot of the stairs that led to Auntie Ashleigh's third level, private apartments, still not over the incredible orgasm she'd given me. Almost as surprising was the fact that, sexually, I was quite well satisfied, even though it usually took a lot more than the act we'd performed. Was it because of the perverted acts I'd performed with her staff just prior? The unique orgasm itself, or both?
My buxom aunt certainly did like dressing me; that was for sure. I was distracted from my thoughts by the outfit she sent me away in as I wandered aimlessly, looking down at myself again with an excited smile. Over a white micro-thong, I wore a skintight (and when I say, 'skintight', I'm not kidding, baby) pair of white lace, see-through leggings. A very low cut, white lace demi-bra barely encased my boobies, covered by more see-through white lace in the form of a short bellied, long sleeve top with a really low, oval neckline. My belly showed and the micro-thong didn't cover miffy's hair, this even more discernable than my nipples were. Obviously, I loved the outfit.
As I wandered, I speculated on what it would be like to submit to Steven. What would he have me do? I visualized him fucking miffy in Auntie Ashleigh's 'guest room' while I sucked her pussy, Stevie and I chained to the bed in some way, till we both came in one filthy, incestuous mess. I excited myself with this fantasy in a way I've never quite thought before.
Yes, I know that sounds a bit off, but I was also still grappling with the subtle difference that I sensed within myself and it seemed that I perceived everything a bit differently. That was one hell of an orgasm, alright.
Reluctantly, my mind hopped to Gina, then to my family in Langley and the things my aunt and I spoke of concerning it. It was clearly and unfortunately possible that I'd need to stay longer than the two weeks Gina and I had agreed to, the same agreement I'd been beating her over the head with. I wondered if she mightn't have to return early and without me, but would she ever do that? Would she insist I go with her? I somehow knew I'd never have a chance at keeping her mouth shut back home without me there with her. She'd seen too much.
I looked closer at my surroundings as I went, almost in the same way I did when I'd first arrived, but this time a lot of the wonder at the grandeur of the place was replaced with the returning knowledge that I could stay if I wanted. It was as though the fact had finally sunk in and something in my chest seemed to flutter when, for the first time, I took it seriously. If it worked out that Gina did leave early with it planned that I follow in another couple weeks... would I ever follow?
