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I caught them just at the end, just as he started to groan out his pleasure. They were on the patio, my aunt sitting in one of the wicker chairs while my father stood in front of her. She was leant forward with her breasts in her palms, goading her brother into glazing her skin with his goo.
My cock thickened and grew. I’d known my aunt was stacked, as they say, it was obvious she had it all going on, but seeing her there with those big tits in her hands … Well, the difference between thinking I knew and the reality of seeing those boobs in the flesh…?
Another dimension completely.
“You’re going to do it,” I heard my aunt say, the tone of her voice sending a sinker of need into the pit of my stomach.
Despite the shock at what I’d walked in on, my body’s response was way ahead of my brain.
“Oh God,” she groaned while offering herself as a target, “all over my tits.”
My father cranked at his length, breath snuffling from him while he grimaced and moaned.
“It’s always my tits,” continued my aunt. “What is it with you?”
“You know,” grunted my father.
My aunt chuckled and looked up into his face. “You’re a perv,” she said with a smirk, teasing her nipples with the tips of her fingers. “That’s what you are.”
“Says you,” put in my dad, still jacking away. “You’re the one who walks around showing them off all the time.” He winced and let out a sob. “Susi,” he gasped, “I’m coming…”
“That’s it!” squealed my aunt. “Let it all go. Show me the hot stuff.”
My father continued to work his fist over his length, shuffling in closer so he could aim the rush at my aunt’s chest. “Fuck,” I heard him groan as I looked on in appalled fascination. “Susi, oh shit…”
My aunt let out a blurt of appreciation when the first spurts splashed over her breasts. She had obviously experienced this before because she held herself there for the deluge, spunk pouring out of her brother in a heavy outflow of thick, gooey jizm.
“You better fuck me after I’ve let you do this,” said my aunt said, semen laid in thick ropes all over her breasts. “I’m so fucking horny.”
My father’s body juddered and jerked, a long moan of delight coming up from his chest. “Susi,” he gasped, still cranking his dick, “you’re incredible. Your body…”
“My tits, you mean,” put in my aunt. “That’s all you ever think about, Craig.”
“It’s everything,” I heard my dad groan, the outrush finally subsiding. “I can’t get enough of you, Susi.”
“Then show me,” my aunt replied while leaning in closer to take hold of his cock. She purred, “Take me to bed in a minute,” then pursed her lips over the big dome.
Something dark uncurled inside me as I watched my aunt suck her own brother’s cock. Not that I was in much of a state to analyse my feelings right at that moment, I was too stunned to do anything much more than gawp at the scene, but, later on, when the storm inside me had calmed and I once again became capable of rational thought, that’s when it would all begin to unfold, impressions coalescing into a timeline of events I could properly examine. I wouldn’t recognise just what it was I was feeling until I’d had time to make some kind of sense of it all, the shock of walking in on them too much too handle.
As I’d come to realise in that later analysis, it was my aunt’s all-natural assets and all-over tan that affected me the most. She’s no skinny-Minnie, Aunt Susi; she’s ripe and voluptuous, with lovely big tits superbly counter-balanced by round, fleshy buttocks. Susi’s sexual allure is about her attitude as well as her curves and her looks. She’s got this way about her, all-knowing and confident and supremely assured. I’ve recognised Susi’s carnal appeal despite the fact we’re related, but, of course, didn’t dare to think about it too much.
Still, for all that, I could appreciate just what my father meant by it being everything about her.
It’s impossible not to see just how sexy she is.
I continued to watch from the doorway while my Aunt Susi licked my father from his balls to the tip of his cock. Her tongue scooped up residual semen, which she then gulped down with great relish, smiling up at my dad while dropping an eyelid onto one cheek in a lascivious wink that tugged at my vitals.
“Are you going to stay hard?” asked my aunt, chin on her chest as she examined the carnage my father had wrought. “Or do I need to get my battery-operated-boyfriend out of the drawer…?”
“Give me a minute,” he gasped in response, shoving his member back into his trousers.
Susi rolled her eyes while yanking up the scooped-neck of her sweater, mindless to his cum smeared over her boobs. It was one of her trademark garments, somehow completely modest, covering everything up that needed covering, but which still managed to show off my aunt’s considerable frontage. That was Susi all over, a paradox of the elegantly slutty in her habitual high heels and low-cut dresses and blouses. She had this dignified air about her, propensity towards mild exhibitionism notwithstanding. I thought she was elegant and stylish and always perfectly presented, yet still exuded a subtle sexual undertone thrumming just under the surface.
“If you can’t keep it up, I expect you to give me some face,” said my aunt, which was my cue to leave because she was rising to her feet as she said it.
Adrenalin surged when my aunt stood up, the certain knowledge she’d see me standing there if I hung around much longer percolating through to my stunned brain. It was nigh on a miracle I hadn’t been spotted already, but I assumed they were too wrapped up in what was going on to notice me lurking in the hallway outside.
Acting on instinct alone, I stepped back three or four paces, far enough to take me back into the house and out of their sight, head whirling with what I’d just witnessed.
I caught them just at the end, just as he started to groan out his pleasure. They were on the patio, my aunt sitting in one of the wicker chairs while my father stood in front of her. She was leant forward with her breasts in her palms, goading her brother into glazing her skin with his goo.
My cock thickened and grew. I’d known my aunt was stacked, as they say, it was obvious she had it all going on, but seeing her there with those big tits in her hands … Well, the difference between thinking I knew and the reality of seeing those boobs in the flesh…?
Another dimension completely.
“You’re going to do it,” I heard my aunt say, the tone of her voice sending a sinker of need into the pit of my stomach.
Despite the shock at what I’d walked in on, my body’s response was way ahead of my brain.
“Oh God,” she groaned while offering herself as a target, “all over my tits.”
My father cranked at his length, breath snuffling from him while he grimaced and moaned.
“It’s always my tits,” continued my aunt. “What is it with you?”
“You know,” grunted my father.
My aunt chuckled and looked up into his face. “You’re a perv,” she said with a smirk, teasing her nipples with the tips of her fingers. “That’s what you are.”
“Says you,” put in my dad, still jacking away. “You’re the one who walks around showing them off all the time.” He winced and let out a sob. “Susi,” he gasped, “I’m coming…”
“That’s it!” squealed my aunt. “Let it all go. Show me the hot stuff.”
My father continued to work his fist over his length, shuffling in closer so he could aim the rush at my aunt’s chest. “Fuck,” I heard him groan as I looked on in appalled fascination. “Susi, oh shit…”
My aunt let out a blurt of appreciation when the first spurts splashed over her breasts. She had obviously experienced this before because she held herself there for the deluge, spunk pouring out of her brother in a heavy outflow of thick, gooey jizm.
“You better fuck me after I’ve let you do this,” said my aunt said, semen laid in thick ropes all over her breasts. “I’m so fucking horny.”
My father’s body juddered and jerked, a long moan of delight coming up from his chest. “Susi,” he gasped, still cranking his dick, “you’re incredible. Your body…”
“My tits, you mean,” put in my aunt. “That’s all you ever think about, Craig.”
“It’s everything,” I heard my dad groan, the outrush finally subsiding. “I can’t get enough of you, Susi.”
“Then show me,” my aunt replied while leaning in closer to take hold of his cock. She purred, “Take me to bed in a minute,” then pursed her lips over the big dome.
Something dark uncurled inside me as I watched my aunt suck her own brother’s cock. Not that I was in much of a state to analyse my feelings right at that moment, I was too stunned to do anything much more than gawp at the scene, but, later on, when the storm inside me had calmed and I once again became capable of rational thought, that’s when it would all begin to unfold, impressions coalescing into a timeline of events I could properly examine. I wouldn’t recognise just what it was I was feeling until I’d had time to make some kind of sense of it all, the shock of walking in on them too much too handle.
As I’d come to realise in that later analysis, it was my aunt’s all-natural assets and all-over tan that affected me the most. She’s no skinny-Minnie, Aunt Susi; she’s ripe and voluptuous, with lovely big tits superbly counter-balanced by round, fleshy buttocks. Susi’s sexual allure is about her attitude as well as her curves and her looks. She’s got this way about her, all-knowing and confident and supremely assured. I’ve recognised Susi’s carnal appeal despite the fact we’re related, but, of course, didn’t dare to think about it too much.
Still, for all that, I could appreciate just what my father meant by it being everything about her.
It’s impossible not to see just how sexy she is.
I continued to watch from the doorway while my Aunt Susi licked my father from his balls to the tip of his cock. Her tongue scooped up residual semen, which she then gulped down with great relish, smiling up at my dad while dropping an eyelid onto one cheek in a lascivious wink that tugged at my vitals.
“Are you going to stay hard?” asked my aunt, chin on her chest as she examined the carnage my father had wrought. “Or do I need to get my battery-operated-boyfriend out of the drawer…?”
“Give me a minute,” he gasped in response, shoving his member back into his trousers.
Susi rolled her eyes while yanking up the scooped-neck of her sweater, mindless to his cum smeared over her boobs. It was one of her trademark garments, somehow completely modest, covering everything up that needed covering, but which still managed to show off my aunt’s considerable frontage. That was Susi all over, a paradox of the elegantly slutty in her habitual high heels and low-cut dresses and blouses. She had this dignified air about her, propensity towards mild exhibitionism notwithstanding. I thought she was elegant and stylish and always perfectly presented, yet still exuded a subtle sexual undertone thrumming just under the surface.
“If you can’t keep it up, I expect you to give me some face,” said my aunt, which was my cue to leave because she was rising to her feet as she said it.
Adrenalin surged when my aunt stood up, the certain knowledge she’d see me standing there if I hung around much longer percolating through to my stunned brain. It was nigh on a miracle I hadn’t been spotted already, but I assumed they were too wrapped up in what was going on to notice me lurking in the hallway outside.
Acting on instinct alone, I stepped back three or four paces, far enough to take me back into the house and out of their sight, head whirling with what I’d just witnessed.
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ah, i got so far with it, 16500 words, then lost the plot ... no pun.
have to figure out an ending.
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see here for the first scene: http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=75669868&postcount=4396
Susi had come to stay when the wheels fell off her twenty-year marriage. She had taken up residence some six months before I’d walked in on her and my father, moving into the big room at the top of the house, bringing a truckload of clothes and accessories with her. It wasn’t much of a bother, we had plenty of space, it was a big enough house, but what was supposed to be a temporary arrangement had taken on an air of the semi-permanent a few months later on.
I shared the middle level of the three-storey house with my dad, my bedroom some distance away from his at the far end of the long hallway. And that’s where I went to hide out in the immediate aftermath. I slunk into my room as quietly as I could possibly manage, my mind filled with lewd images of my aunt breasts glistening with all the gloop her brother had sprayed over her body.
“I don’t fucking believe it,” I muttered to myself as I sat on the foot of my bed. I couldn’t accept the reality of what my eyes had seen. It was impossible, it just couldn’t be. They were brother and sister…!
Emotions rose up inside me, but what it was I was feeling, I wasn’t sure. I knew I should have been disgusted by what I’d walked in on – they were siblings after all, it was just plain wrong. What I’d seen was a sin against morality, a degenerate aberration, something foul and corrupt.
So why was I still hard as a bone? Why did I need to pull my dick?
“No,” I mumbled when a voice inside my head snickered and said, You’ve looked at her body and wondered before. You’ve thought about those big tits…
A brief internal conflict followed, a mental to-and-fro in which I argued back-and-forth inside my head, a discussion that went nowhere and was only curtailed when I heard the sound of my aunt’s voice out on the landing.
I couldn’t make out anything passing between brother and sister, but it soon became obvious they were on their way to Susi’s room on the floor above, the loose board up there creaking as one otr the other stepped on it.
Recalling Susi’s words about either my father keeping it hard or she’d use a vibrator, the pictures came to mind of her laid on her bed, legs spread wide while she held herself open and regarded her brother with a hot-eyed gaze.
“Lick me,” the fantasy murmured, the image so real I groaned and closed my eyes.
<b>*</b>
I couldn’t make up my mind what I should feel. Two days and nights later it was still all I could think of, the time passing by as I somehow managed to go about my business with some semblance of normality. I got up, showered and dressed, and then went to work unable to concentrate on the mundane for very long at all. I avoided my father and Susi as much as I could, unable to look at either of them without the patio scene rushing back into my head.
“Are you okay, Simon?” asked Susi two evenings later. “You’ve been distant of late.”
I saw you take your brother’s cum all over your tits. I came back in early the other night and saw you on the patio. You had your sweater pulled down so your boobs were hanging out. Dad was wanking himself off. I saw it all, Aunt Susi; I saw him spray the hot stuff – isn’t that what you called it? – all over your tits. And I know it’s filthy and dirty and wrong. It’s incest, Aunt Susi. What the fuck are you doing? He’s your brother! Are you two insane
Which is what I wanted to blurt out, what I wanted to say, but, of course, I didn’t say any such thing. All I could manage to do was blink at her, dazed and confused, my head still all over the place, especially since that slimy voice inside my head also insisted, I have to tell you, and I know you’re my aunt, but I think you’ve got a beautiful pair of lovely big knockers…
“No,” I eventually mumbled, avoiding her eyes while also avoiding the lure of her cleavage. “I mean, yes … I’m all right.”
She’d caught me in the kitchen, walking in with her usual breezy manner while I was on a foray for sustenance. I’d mistimed the expedition, my head in the fridge when Susi entered the room.
My aunt let out a long sigh. “You don’t look it,” she said.
“Well I am,” I replied, a little snappy because she was making me anxious.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, Simon.”
I felt bad when I saw the hurt on her face. “I’m sorry,” I sighed, looking away. “I didn’t mean to snap…”
“Is it something I’ve done?”
Her accidental prescience brought a rush of blood to my cheeks before I gulped and spluttered a rebuttal.
“Oh God, tell me,” continued my aunt. “I’ve done something to upset you, haven’t I? What is it, Simon? Have I outstayed my welcome, or something?”
I had my back to the fridge, with Susi between me and the door. I could take the circuitous route around the hob-island in the centre of the kitchen, and was just assessing that avenue of escape when my aunt followed up with an insistent, “Please, Simon; tell me.”
She propped her weight on one leg, cocking her hip while crossing her arms beneath her breasts, the action doing nothing to help my concentration when her cleavage deepened considerably, the smooth inner flanks squeezing together.
Susi was showing off an abundance of décolletage, her blue dress showing off her curves, the high heels adding to her appeal.
I couldn’t help myself, my eyes were irresistibly drawn to that crease between her breasts, and the memory of them smeared with my father’s cum had me hard in an instant.
When I then glanced up I felt my cheeks warm. She’d seen me looking, her eyebrows twin arches of inquiry. “Is there something wrong with this dress?” asked my aunt. “Is it showing too much?” She examined her front and made some minor adjustments to the arrangement.
“Nuh-no,” I spluttered, uncomfortable because I’d been caught looking as well as the subject being a little too close to the truth. “It-uh-it’s fine.”
“Then what is it?” demanded Aunt Susi. “There’s something the matter with you. You’ve been … weird for days.”
I saw her again as she’d been on the patio, big breasts on display, skin shiny with her own brother’s semen. I want to rip that dress off your body, Aunt Susi. I want to cover your tits in spunk, just like my dad. I want you to suck my cock clean.
Guilt at those thoughts rose up inside me, a hot tide of feeling that I shifted to outrage. It was her fault I was feeling this way. The guilt should lie with her and my father. They were the ones committing the sin by engaging in a wholly abhorrent incestuous relationship. “It isn’t me, it’s you,” I said, anger bringing it out. “I saw what you did.”
It was one of those times when you wish you could take it all back. I had this quick sense where I wished I could reel those words back in, where I could wind a handle and curl them around the spool from which they had so quickly spun loose.
I gawped at my aunt and saw her reaction, her expression going from questioning to suddenly feline. I watched her sly look as she shifted her stance, head canting to one side as her eyes narrowed, weight spread evenly over both feet. She re-crossed her arms and then pouted, brow corrugated with the question she certain to ask.
Time stretched, with me gaping at her while she set a steady gaze on my face.
Silence for a few seconds more, a couple of beats in which I clamoured for something to say, some lie I could use.
Then, in a low, dangerous tone, she asked the inevitable, “What did I do? What did you see?”
I gulped, swallowing heavily while her stare held me transfixed. I wanted to flee, but I couldn’t.
“What did you see?” she insisted.
“Nuh-nothing,” I stammered. “Honest, Aunt Susi … It wasn’t anything.”
“Tell me,” she murmured, her voice low and narcotic.
I let out a low, cowardly whimper: “I can’t…”
To which she replied, “Yes you can. You can’t say something like that and then not expect to follow it up.”
“Please,” I gasped. “I’ve got to go.”
My aunt let out a snort. “That’s crap,” she said, voice dripping with derision. “Come on, be a man, tell me what’s on your mind.”
The taunt riled me, the anger bubbling again. Fuck it, I thought, I haven’t done anything wrong.
“I went out the other night. I was going to meet Adam, remember?”
My aunt frowned as she trawled through her memory, then nodded.
“Yes.”
“Well, he sent a text to say he wasn’t going to be able to get out in time. I came home. I … I saw you and dad on the patio.”
She gave nothing away, just shrugged and said, “So what, Simon?”
“You were in the wicker chair,” I continued, my nerve faltering. “He was … He was standing in front of you.”
“So what did you see? What were we doing?”
“He was … I saw him…”
“Say it,” she said, eyes flashing menace. “What was he doing?”
“You know what he was doing!” I cried out in anguish.
“Wanking?” she said with a smirk.
I gaped at my aunt, stunned by her casual demeanour.
“Aunt Susi,” I groaned.
“You came in and saw us together. What else did you see, Simon? Did you stay ‘til the end?”
I closed my eyes, nodding as I groaned out a yes.
“You watched us?” sneered my aunt. “You spied on us, Simon?”
I wouldn’t have called it spying. I’d simply walked in at the wrong moment. There was no intent on my part, no malice.
But, when I tried to explain this to Susi, opening my mouth to protest, she cut me off with an upraised palm. “You sneak,” hissed my aunt, eyes flashing fire. “I don’t believe you’d do something like that.”
The cheek of it stunned me gape-mouthed. I boggled at her, confused by the way she had somehow contrived to turned it around onto me.
I couldn’t believe she could find some way to make it my fault. “But he’s your brother,” I gasped, “and you let him do that to you…”
“If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t let him,” retorted my aunt. “And anyway,” she went on in a belligerent tone, “what business is it of yours?”
“But, but it’s incest. Jesus, Aunt Susi…”
“If that’s the label you want to put on us, Simon.” She shrugged and added, “But we’re not bothering anybody, and I don’t intend to get pregnant from it. So what’s the issue?”
I couldn’t absorb her attitude. Flabbergasted, I said, “But he’s still your brother. It’s just wrong.”
“So you’re going to report us, or something?” asked my aunt. “And anyway,” she continued before I could formulate any answer, “didn’t I just catch you taking a look at my boobs? I wonder if you haven’t thought about it as well…”
I gaped at her. “No, I’ve never--”
My aunt cut me off. Smirking, she said, “Really, Simon? Not ever?” She gave me a look that stiffened my cock despite all I was feeling. “I’ll show you my boobs, if you want,” Susi purred, hefting her breasts with both hands. “Would you like a little look at my tits?”
Was she joking? Was Susi just teasing me for her own twisted pleasure? If I said yes, would she laugh and tell me I was a dirty little perv?
Or – and I gulped at the thought – would she actually slip them out of her dress?
What did I want her to do – shut up and leave me alone, or did I really want to see my aunt’s breasts?
The atmosphere changed when my aunt fixed me with a serious look and said, “I’ll show you if you ask me to, Simon.”
“You shouldn’t say that,” I croaked.
“Ask me … Go on, you know you want to see.”
“Aunt Susi, please don’t.”
She moved towards me, rounding the hob-island without taking her eyes off my face. “One last chance, Simon.”
She stopped a few feet away. Close enough for me to touch her if I stretched out an arm.
“Don’t you want to see my breasts?” Susi pouted. “Aren’t I attractive?”
I gulped and nodded while gurgling, “You’re very attractive. But you’re my aunt. I can’t…”
“Suit yourself,” Susi said with a shrug, then sauntered out of the kitchen without a care in the world.
Susi had come to stay when the wheels fell off her twenty-year marriage. She had taken up residence some six months before I’d walked in on her and my father, moving into the big room at the top of the house, bringing a truckload of clothes and accessories with her. It wasn’t much of a bother, we had plenty of space, it was a big enough house, but what was supposed to be a temporary arrangement had taken on an air of the semi-permanent a few months later on.
I shared the middle level of the three-storey house with my dad, my bedroom some distance away from his at the far end of the long hallway. And that’s where I went to hide out in the immediate aftermath. I slunk into my room as quietly as I could possibly manage, my mind filled with lewd images of my aunt breasts glistening with all the gloop her brother had sprayed over her body.
“I don’t fucking believe it,” I muttered to myself as I sat on the foot of my bed. I couldn’t accept the reality of what my eyes had seen. It was impossible, it just couldn’t be. They were brother and sister…!
Emotions rose up inside me, but what it was I was feeling, I wasn’t sure. I knew I should have been disgusted by what I’d walked in on – they were siblings after all, it was just plain wrong. What I’d seen was a sin against morality, a degenerate aberration, something foul and corrupt.
So why was I still hard as a bone? Why did I need to pull my dick?
“No,” I mumbled when a voice inside my head snickered and said, You’ve looked at her body and wondered before. You’ve thought about those big tits…
A brief internal conflict followed, a mental to-and-fro in which I argued back-and-forth inside my head, a discussion that went nowhere and was only curtailed when I heard the sound of my aunt’s voice out on the landing.
I couldn’t make out anything passing between brother and sister, but it soon became obvious they were on their way to Susi’s room on the floor above, the loose board up there creaking as one otr the other stepped on it.
Recalling Susi’s words about either my father keeping it hard or she’d use a vibrator, the pictures came to mind of her laid on her bed, legs spread wide while she held herself open and regarded her brother with a hot-eyed gaze.
“Lick me,” the fantasy murmured, the image so real I groaned and closed my eyes.
<b>*</b>
I couldn’t make up my mind what I should feel. Two days and nights later it was still all I could think of, the time passing by as I somehow managed to go about my business with some semblance of normality. I got up, showered and dressed, and then went to work unable to concentrate on the mundane for very long at all. I avoided my father and Susi as much as I could, unable to look at either of them without the patio scene rushing back into my head.
“Are you okay, Simon?” asked Susi two evenings later. “You’ve been distant of late.”
I saw you take your brother’s cum all over your tits. I came back in early the other night and saw you on the patio. You had your sweater pulled down so your boobs were hanging out. Dad was wanking himself off. I saw it all, Aunt Susi; I saw him spray the hot stuff – isn’t that what you called it? – all over your tits. And I know it’s filthy and dirty and wrong. It’s incest, Aunt Susi. What the fuck are you doing? He’s your brother! Are you two insane
Which is what I wanted to blurt out, what I wanted to say, but, of course, I didn’t say any such thing. All I could manage to do was blink at her, dazed and confused, my head still all over the place, especially since that slimy voice inside my head also insisted, I have to tell you, and I know you’re my aunt, but I think you’ve got a beautiful pair of lovely big knockers…
“No,” I eventually mumbled, avoiding her eyes while also avoiding the lure of her cleavage. “I mean, yes … I’m all right.”
She’d caught me in the kitchen, walking in with her usual breezy manner while I was on a foray for sustenance. I’d mistimed the expedition, my head in the fridge when Susi entered the room.
My aunt let out a long sigh. “You don’t look it,” she said.
“Well I am,” I replied, a little snappy because she was making me anxious.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, Simon.”
I felt bad when I saw the hurt on her face. “I’m sorry,” I sighed, looking away. “I didn’t mean to snap…”
“Is it something I’ve done?”
Her accidental prescience brought a rush of blood to my cheeks before I gulped and spluttered a rebuttal.
“Oh God, tell me,” continued my aunt. “I’ve done something to upset you, haven’t I? What is it, Simon? Have I outstayed my welcome, or something?”
I had my back to the fridge, with Susi between me and the door. I could take the circuitous route around the hob-island in the centre of the kitchen, and was just assessing that avenue of escape when my aunt followed up with an insistent, “Please, Simon; tell me.”
She propped her weight on one leg, cocking her hip while crossing her arms beneath her breasts, the action doing nothing to help my concentration when her cleavage deepened considerably, the smooth inner flanks squeezing together.
Susi was showing off an abundance of décolletage, her blue dress showing off her curves, the high heels adding to her appeal.
I couldn’t help myself, my eyes were irresistibly drawn to that crease between her breasts, and the memory of them smeared with my father’s cum had me hard in an instant.
When I then glanced up I felt my cheeks warm. She’d seen me looking, her eyebrows twin arches of inquiry. “Is there something wrong with this dress?” asked my aunt. “Is it showing too much?” She examined her front and made some minor adjustments to the arrangement.
“Nuh-no,” I spluttered, uncomfortable because I’d been caught looking as well as the subject being a little too close to the truth. “It-uh-it’s fine.”
“Then what is it?” demanded Aunt Susi. “There’s something the matter with you. You’ve been … weird for days.”
I saw her again as she’d been on the patio, big breasts on display, skin shiny with her own brother’s semen. I want to rip that dress off your body, Aunt Susi. I want to cover your tits in spunk, just like my dad. I want you to suck my cock clean.
Guilt at those thoughts rose up inside me, a hot tide of feeling that I shifted to outrage. It was her fault I was feeling this way. The guilt should lie with her and my father. They were the ones committing the sin by engaging in a wholly abhorrent incestuous relationship. “It isn’t me, it’s you,” I said, anger bringing it out. “I saw what you did.”
It was one of those times when you wish you could take it all back. I had this quick sense where I wished I could reel those words back in, where I could wind a handle and curl them around the spool from which they had so quickly spun loose.
I gawped at my aunt and saw her reaction, her expression going from questioning to suddenly feline. I watched her sly look as she shifted her stance, head canting to one side as her eyes narrowed, weight spread evenly over both feet. She re-crossed her arms and then pouted, brow corrugated with the question she certain to ask.
Time stretched, with me gaping at her while she set a steady gaze on my face.
Silence for a few seconds more, a couple of beats in which I clamoured for something to say, some lie I could use.
Then, in a low, dangerous tone, she asked the inevitable, “What did I do? What did you see?”
I gulped, swallowing heavily while her stare held me transfixed. I wanted to flee, but I couldn’t.
“What did you see?” she insisted.
“Nuh-nothing,” I stammered. “Honest, Aunt Susi … It wasn’t anything.”
“Tell me,” she murmured, her voice low and narcotic.
I let out a low, cowardly whimper: “I can’t…”
To which she replied, “Yes you can. You can’t say something like that and then not expect to follow it up.”
“Please,” I gasped. “I’ve got to go.”
My aunt let out a snort. “That’s crap,” she said, voice dripping with derision. “Come on, be a man, tell me what’s on your mind.”
The taunt riled me, the anger bubbling again. Fuck it, I thought, I haven’t done anything wrong.
“I went out the other night. I was going to meet Adam, remember?”
My aunt frowned as she trawled through her memory, then nodded.
“Yes.”
“Well, he sent a text to say he wasn’t going to be able to get out in time. I came home. I … I saw you and dad on the patio.”
She gave nothing away, just shrugged and said, “So what, Simon?”
“You were in the wicker chair,” I continued, my nerve faltering. “He was … He was standing in front of you.”
“So what did you see? What were we doing?”
“He was … I saw him…”
“Say it,” she said, eyes flashing menace. “What was he doing?”
“You know what he was doing!” I cried out in anguish.
“Wanking?” she said with a smirk.
I gaped at my aunt, stunned by her casual demeanour.
“Aunt Susi,” I groaned.
“You came in and saw us together. What else did you see, Simon? Did you stay ‘til the end?”
I closed my eyes, nodding as I groaned out a yes.
“You watched us?” sneered my aunt. “You spied on us, Simon?”
I wouldn’t have called it spying. I’d simply walked in at the wrong moment. There was no intent on my part, no malice.
But, when I tried to explain this to Susi, opening my mouth to protest, she cut me off with an upraised palm. “You sneak,” hissed my aunt, eyes flashing fire. “I don’t believe you’d do something like that.”
The cheek of it stunned me gape-mouthed. I boggled at her, confused by the way she had somehow contrived to turned it around onto me.
I couldn’t believe she could find some way to make it my fault. “But he’s your brother,” I gasped, “and you let him do that to you…”
“If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t let him,” retorted my aunt. “And anyway,” she went on in a belligerent tone, “what business is it of yours?”
“But, but it’s incest. Jesus, Aunt Susi…”
“If that’s the label you want to put on us, Simon.” She shrugged and added, “But we’re not bothering anybody, and I don’t intend to get pregnant from it. So what’s the issue?”
I couldn’t absorb her attitude. Flabbergasted, I said, “But he’s still your brother. It’s just wrong.”
“So you’re going to report us, or something?” asked my aunt. “And anyway,” she continued before I could formulate any answer, “didn’t I just catch you taking a look at my boobs? I wonder if you haven’t thought about it as well…”
I gaped at her. “No, I’ve never--”
My aunt cut me off. Smirking, she said, “Really, Simon? Not ever?” She gave me a look that stiffened my cock despite all I was feeling. “I’ll show you my boobs, if you want,” Susi purred, hefting her breasts with both hands. “Would you like a little look at my tits?”
Was she joking? Was Susi just teasing me for her own twisted pleasure? If I said yes, would she laugh and tell me I was a dirty little perv?
Or – and I gulped at the thought – would she actually slip them out of her dress?
What did I want her to do – shut up and leave me alone, or did I really want to see my aunt’s breasts?
The atmosphere changed when my aunt fixed me with a serious look and said, “I’ll show you if you ask me to, Simon.”
“You shouldn’t say that,” I croaked.
“Ask me … Go on, you know you want to see.”
“Aunt Susi, please don’t.”
She moved towards me, rounding the hob-island without taking her eyes off my face. “One last chance, Simon.”
She stopped a few feet away. Close enough for me to touch her if I stretched out an arm.
“Don’t you want to see my breasts?” Susi pouted. “Aren’t I attractive?”
I gulped and nodded while gurgling, “You’re very attractive. But you’re my aunt. I can’t…”
“Suit yourself,” Susi said with a shrug, then sauntered out of the kitchen without a care in the world.
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