Sex With Aunt Lily And Cousin Faith Ch 01

I dedicate this story to Bart.

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In that order, Bart's fetishes are bra and panty. In that order, Bart's incestuous, sexual attractions are to his aunt Lily and his cousin Faith.

Bart had a bra and panty fetish. He didn't wear them, of course, nor did he collect them. They were just two of the many things that sexually excited him enough for him to masturbate over them. He was more sexually excited seeing a woman in her bra and panties than he was in seeing a woman topless and/or naked. There was just something about seeing a woman wearing her sexy lingerie. Seeing a woman parading around in her sexy, low cut bra with her breasts jiggling while wearing her sexy, sheer, lacy panties was what did it for him.

In addition to him having a bra and panty fetish, he was also sexually attracted to his Aunt Lily and to his Cousin Faith. Oddly enough, he was as sexually attracted to his aunt and cousin as much as he was sexually attracted to their bras and panties. When his sexual fantasy of having sex with his aunt and cousin finally came true, with the flames of forbidden incest adding to his bra and panty fetish, sex with his aunt and cousin was a double delight. Not only was he going to have sex with his aunt and cousin but also he was going to see them in their bras and panties too.

'Wow,' he thought whenever he thought about seeing his Aunt Lily and/or his Cousin Faith in their sexy, lace bras and sexy, lace panties. 'Wow,' he thought whenever he thought about having sex with his Aunt Lily or with his Cousin Faith while they wore their sexy, lace bras and sexy, lace panties.

Something that he'd never forget and that would give him masturbation fodder for the rest of his life, he had a brief affair with his Aunt Lily first and then with his Cousin Faith later. He loved seeing his aunt in her bra and panties as much as he loved seeing his cousin in her bra and panties. Granted his cousin's bra and panties were much sexier and much more revealing than his aunt's bra and panties, but seeing his aunt in her bra and panties excited him as much as seeing his cousin in her bra and panties. Yet, as if seeing his mother in her bra and panties, there was something special about seeing his aunt in her bra and panties that he didn't feel when seeing Faith in her bra and panties.

For sure, he wasn't sexually attracted to his mother in the way that he was sexually attracted to his aunt. Yet, there was something about his aunt that drove him insane with incestuous lust and sexual desire. There was something about his aunt's wide, shapely ass that made him want to hold her and kiss her while feeling her ass through her skirt and panties, her jeans and panties, or just feeling her ass through her panties.

When most other men were sexually attracted to their mothers or mothers-in-law, he was sexually attracted to his Aunt Lily. When most men were sexually attracted to their sisters or sisters-in-law, he was sexually attracted to his cousin. Not yet married, he didn't have a mother-in-law or sister-in-law nor did he have a sister. He wondered if he had a mother-in-law, a sister-in-law, and a sister, if he'd be as sexually attracted to them as he was sexually attracted to his aunt and cousin.

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Something he'd never forget and would always remember, it had been ten, long years, when Bart was just 19-years-old, since he had seen his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties. It had been ten, long years since he had sex with his aunt and cousin while they were wearing their bras and panties. It had been ten, long years since he had even seen his Aunt Lily and his Cousin Faith.

Lily was 42-years-old then and her daughter, Faith was 19, the same age as him. Being that he basically looked the same, tall and thin, he wondered if his aunt and cousin looked the same too. Back then, his aunt was such a MILF of a woman and his cousin was such a beautiful, sexy, and hot, young woman. Where most young men have girlfriends, he was too sexually attracted to his aunt and cousin back then to even think of another woman. They were all he could think about. They were the only women he wanted.

He couldn't believe ten, long years had been passed since he saw both women in their bras and panties. He couldn't believe ten, long years had passed since they had sex. How time flies? Once just a teenage boy with an infatuated incestuous crush for his aunt and cousin, now he was a man still filled with forbidden, incestuous lust for his aunt and cousin. He'd love to see them both in their bras and panties again. He'd love to have sex with them both again.

He attended an out-of-state college for four years and then accepted a job in another state. Taking drastic measures, the three of them went cold turkey from having incestuous sex. The only way they could stop themselves from acting on the incestuous, sexual urges that manifested for their blood related relatives was for them not to see one another and not to be around one another. What he did in having sex with his aunt and cousin was wrong and what they did in having sex with him was wrong too. Yet, instead of blaming them, he blamed himself and accepted full responsibility for his incestuous actions. As far as he was concerned with him starting the whole fiasco by snooping through their lingerie drawers, it was all his fault. He had no one else to blame for his incestuous, sexual indiscretions but himself.

Nonetheless him not seeing them and accepting the blame for their incestuous affair, not a day went by that Bart didn't think about Lily and/or Faith. As if he had become addicted to the sexy images of them, not a day went by that he didn't masturbate over the thoughts of seeing them in their bras and panties. As if he had become addicted to having sex with them, not a day went by that he didn't masturbate over the thoughts of having sex with his aunt and cousin while they wore their bras and panties. He missed them. He still wanted them. Seemingly with him still thinking about them ten, long years later, obviously, he couldn't live his life without them in it.

Even though he had sex with plenty of college coeds, whenever he was alone with his bad self and horny, he'd masturbate over imagining his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties while having hot, incestuous sex with them. Compounding the sexual fetish that he had for bras and panties, there was just something about seeing his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties that drove him insane with sexual desire. Where most men dream of topless and/or naked women, seeing a woman wearing her bra and panties did it for him. It was an overload of incestuous, sexual arousal, wanton desire, and lustful, sexual frustration when remembering his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties.

'I miss them so very much,' he thought while masturbating himself over the remembered images of this aunt and cousin in their bras and panties. 'I wish I could see them again,' he thought while masturbating himself over the imagined images of what they looked like now, ten years later, while wearing their bras and panties.

He loved seeing, touching, and feeling bras as much as he loved seeing, touching, and feeling panties. He couldn't walk by a lingerie counter without reaching out his hand to touch and feel bras and panties. Whenever he saw, touched, and felt bras and panties, he couldn't help but think of his aunt's and cousin's bras and panties. Whenever he saw, touched, and felt bras and panties, he remembered going through his aunt's and cousin's lingerie drawers to touch, feel, and sniff their sexy bras and panties.

Where most men were comfortable roaming the isles of a giant hardware store, he loved walking through the lingerie department of a woman's store. If ever he were a rich man, he'd buy a big house with a room, a fetish room to house his collection of bras and panties. Even though he didn't have a collection of bras and panties now, he imagined having a collection of bras and panties then. He imagined buying mannequins and dressing them up with wigs and clothes to make them look like his Aunt Lily and Cousin Faith. He imagined undressing them to expose their bras and panties to him while he masturbated over the sight, albeit the mannequin sight, of seeing his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties. Even better, he imagined hiring a professional to make wax figures of his aunt and cousin in their exact likenesses for him to dress and undress them.

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He remembered back to the last time he saw them, the summer before he was leaving for college. He wondered now, if the reason why they agreed to have sex with him was because they knew he'd be leaving and not returning, maybe he'd be gone forever. Regardless if their reasons to have sex with him were convenient ones, that was the best summer of his young life. Basking in the sexual memory of them, with his hand firmly around his cock while masturbating himself, he allowed his mind to drift back in time.

"Bartholomew. Yoo-hoo," said his cousin Faith waving to him. "Barty."

He watched his 19-year-old cousin jog over to him as if she was Bo Derek in the movie 10. No matter what she was wearing, every time he saw her he imagined her wearing nothing more than her sexy, lace bra and her sexy, lace panties. Knowing how much he hated being called Bartholomew, her way of annoyingly teasing him, she always called him that instead of Bart. Just as annoying, as she did just now, sometimes she called him Barty. He hated that name as much too.

Yet, whenever she called him Barty, as if that was their secret, code name between cousins, he felt more connected to her. With not much that he could do with Faith's name other than to call her Hope, Charity, or Prudence, he just called her Faith. If anything, he held faith that one day he could sexually get with his cousin. He'd love nothing more than to strip her down to her underwear and have sex with her while she wore nothing more than her bra and panties.

'How hot would that be to touch, feel, and fondle Faith's big tits through her bra? How hot would that be to touch, feel, and squeeze Faith's round, firm, shapely ass through her thin panties?'

As close as brother and sister with the both of them the same age, had he been born to his aunt or she to his mother, they could have been twins, fraternal twins, instead of cousins, kissing cousins. The close relationship that he enjoyed with his cousin sometimes reminded him of that situation comedy Billy and Billie. The premise of the story was a half-brother and a half-sister having an on-again and off-again incestuous, sexual affair to the disgust and the consternation of their parents.

Just as bad as if she was his sister or half-sister, even worse that she was his blood related cousin, he wished he could have an incestuous, sexual affair with his cousin. Even worse than having sex with his cousin, he wished to have an incestuous, sexual affair with Faith's mother, his aunt, too. Had he dared had the incestuous affair he imagined having with his aunt and cousin, his parents would disown him and his mother would disown her sister and niece should they ever discover that they had forbidden sex. Only, even though he'd jump at the chance of having incestuous sex with Lily and/or Faith, alas, he knew that neither one would ever have incestuous sex with him. Having sex with his aunt and cousin was nothing more than a sexual fantasy that he enjoyed having while masturbating himself.

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In the way Faith had teased him and bossed him around back then, he could see her as his sexy Dominatrix. If ever he saw his cousin dressed all in black leather, a black, low cut bra, black bikini or black, thong panties, and holding a whip, he'd be her sexual slave. He'd be at her beck and call. He'd do her bidding. With no questions asked, for the chance to have sex with her, he'd do whatever she wanted him to do.

'Oh, yeah. I'd be her sexy, nasty bitch,' he thought whenever thinking of Faith dressed as a Dominatrix. 'Beat me and punish me as long as you suck me and fuck me too.'

Sometimes when he was alone in his room and masturbating himself, he'd think about his cousin tying him to her bed or his bed. Tied not too tightly and as long as she didn't hurt him too much, he imagined her having her wicked, sexual way with his naked body. Even at a time like this, especially at a time like this, his bra and panty fetish reared it's sexually arousing head enough to make his cock throb and pulsate for his cousin. He imagined both his aunt and cousin playing the roles of Dominatrixes and dressed only in their bras and panties while disciplining him and punishing him before giving him hot sex.

With his cousin and his aunt no different than every other woman he saw, he wondered which bras and panties they were wearing now. Focusing more on their sexy underwear, whenever he saw women in the street or at work, he wondered what color and style bras and panties they were wearing. If only all women would walk around in their underwear in public, showing him their bras and panties, with him having a lingerie, fetish overload, he'd be such a happy man. He'd love nothing more than to see a crowd of women dressed in only their bras and panties. He'd love nothing more than to see every style and every color bras and panties walking towards him and walking away from him every day. If he had a vision of Heaven, one filled with bras and panties, that would be it.

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"Bartholomew. Yoo-hoo," said his cousin Faith calling to him again when he pretended not to hear her the first time. He turned to wave at her the second time she called him by the name he so hated. "Barty."

As if watching an Irish Spring soap commercial of old with the woman running through a field of flowers, he watched Faith's big, C cup boobs bouncing up and down as she neared. Trying not to stare at his cousin's big tits, he couldn't help but imagine her without her blouse and without her short skirt while jogging towards him in just her bra and panties. He couldn't help but wonder what style and what color bra and panties she was wearing.

'Oh, my God, I'd love to see my cousin in her bra and panties running towards me,' he thought while watching her near.

With his fetish for bra and panties taking over his thoughts, oddly enough, instead of imagining Faith's naked tits, the shape of her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples, he imagined her in her brassiere. Instead of imagining his cousin's blonde trimmed, shaved, or bushy pussy, he imagined her wearing white, cotton bikini panties or even a thong. Instead of imagining her naked ass, he imagined her panty clad, boy short ass. So sexy, he'd love nothing more than to see his cousin in her low cut bra and classic brief panties.

'Good God,' he thought. Hoping she was, 'I wonder if she's wearing her white, lacy bra and her white, lacy bikini panties,' he thought. 'I love that bra and panties set.'

In caring for their pool, taking in their mail, and checking for their messages whenever they were away on vacation, they foolishly left him alone in their house with their unprotected bras and panties. As if he was making his way to Nirvana, the Promised Land, and/or his sacred utopia, he made his way to his cousin's and aunt's bedrooms more than once to steal peeks at their lingerie. Already intimate with their underwear, now he imagined Faith wearing the white, lacy bra and white, lacy, bikini panties that he so loved masturbating over. Having committed them to memory, he knew their panty and bra sizes too. Faith wore a size 6 panty and a size 34 C bra. His Aunt Lily wore a size 10 panty and a size 34 A bra.

Having seen so many of their bras and panties folded neatly in their lingerie drawer, he loved Faith's white, lacy bra and white, lacy bikini panties the best. His aunt had a similar white, lacy bra and a full sized white panty. As if he was Norman Bates from the Bates Motel dressing his deceased mother, he masturbated himself over those particular bras and panties while laying them out on her bed as if they were both there wearing them. Meaning a lot to him, he had such fond memories of those bras and panties. Always thinking of those particular bras and panties whenever masturbating himself over the thoughts of having sex with Cousin Faith and/or Aunt Lily, he loved those bras and panties the best.

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Unlike other men who love big tits, Bart preferred big asses. Unlike other men who preferred facing women and making love in the missionary position, he preferred fucking women doggie style. He didn't know why but he'd much rather have access to women's asses than to face them. He not only loved touching, feeling, squeezing, and slapping a woman's ass while fucking her but also he enjoyed seeing a woman's ass while fucking her. There was just something about bras, panties, and women's big asses that drove him wild with sexual desire.

Unlike other men who preferred stripping women topless, and/or naked, he preferred having sex with women while they still wore their bras and panties. Even if they only had one arm in their bra strap and one leg in their panty, it was such a turn on for him to touch, feel, and fondle their bras and panties while touching, feeling, and fondling their naked bodies too. When not bending women forward and fucking them doggie style, he preferred the cowgirl position where a woman rode him as if riding a bucking bull.

He heard that when on top of him, whenever a woman leaned forward with his cock buried inside of her pussy, there was more friction on her clitoris. If only he could, he'd love nothing more than for his Cousin Faith to rub her clitoris and her wet pussy all over his erect prick. If only he could, he'd love nothing more than for his Aunt Lily to rub her clitoris and wet pussy all over his erect prick.

'My cousin is so fine,' he thought to himself while innocently smiling and waving back at her. 'My cousin has such a beautiful mouth. She has the perfect mouth for sucking cock. With her full lips, sexy smile, and bright, white teeth, every time I see her, I imagine kissing her. I imagine kissing her perfect mouth. I imagine parting her full lips with my tongue and French kissing her. I imagine licking her teeth. Then, I imagined my sexy cousin on her knees and sucking my cock while looking up at me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. I imagine cumming all over my cousin's bright, white teeth,' he thought while watching his cousin jog closer.

If only she knew what he was thinking, she'd probably think that he was an incestuous pig. If only she knew how much he sexually wanted her, he wondered what she'd say. He wondered if she'd be sexually excited, embarrassed, or disgusted that he sexually and incestuously wanted her. She'd probably never talk to him again and have nothing to do with him if he told her that he sexually fantasized having sex with her bra and panty clad body while masturbating himself.

If only she knew that every time he saw her pretty face, he stared at her red, full lips and her beautiful mouth while imagining her wearing her bra and panties. If only she knew that whenever he saw her, as he was imagining now, he imagined her walking towards him and standing in front of him dressed only in her bra and panties. If only she knew that whenever he saw her, as he was imagining now, he imagined her poised on her knees in front of him. If only she knew that every time he saw her pretty face, he stared at her red, full lips while imagining her looking up at him with her big, blue eyes and sucking his cock.

'She was so very much prettier when flashing me that big, white smile,' he thought when she smiled at him. In the way she was smiling at him now, he thought, 'I'd do her. I'd have sex with my cousin. I'd definitely, have sex with my cousin Faith. God, I wish I could fuck her. I wish she'd suck my cock. I'd love nothing more to cum in her mouth while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her bra. I'd love nothing more than to kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her pussy and her ass through her panties.'