This story involves sexual contact between two boys, 14 and 15, and the younger boy’s aunt. This is fiction. Neither boy is a real child. If such stories offend you, stop reading now and do not read this story. NO REAL PEOPLE, WITH THE POSSIBLE EXCEPTION OF THE AUTHOR WHO IS ALMOST CERTAINLY REAL, WERE INVOLVED IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY.
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“Stop right there!”
I froze, one foot in the kitchen. My friend, Jake, bumped into me and almost fell to the floor of the laundry room.
I looked at my aunt, who had just walked in from the living room. “You scared the crap out of me, Aunt Sarah.”
The woman grinned. “I’m tired of you boys tracking dirt and mud through this house. She looked me over, then past me at Jake. “What the hell have you boys been doing?”
I turned and looked at my friend of only four days. We were filthy. We’d been crawling around in some caves but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I didn’t want to be grounded for the rest of my six-week visit. “Sorry, Aunt Sarah. We were building a tree house out in the woods. I guess we got a little dirty.”
“Yeah. A little dirty.” She shook her head and gestured for me to go back into the laundry room. “Empty your pockets onto the counter. Right there.”
I did as she said, knowing how strict she could be. I wondered if she thought we’d been shoplifting. She’d caught me doing that three years before, but I was only eleven then. Looking mystified, Jake emptied his pockets, as well.
Without even looking at what we’d put on the counter, she said “Alright. Outta those clothes. Rinse ’em in the slop sink and put `em right in the washing machine.” I waited for her to turn and leave, but she didn’t. “Come on, boys. Don’t worry – you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
I reluctantly pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it in the sink and turned on the water. Jake did the same. I turned and looked at my aunt, but it was clear she wasn’t going to budge. I toed off my sneakers, which were caked with mud, and she said “Rinse those off and put ’em on the porch to dry. The washer’ll ruin `em.” Jake did as I did, obviously not anxious to strip in front of my aunt.
I peeled off my socks and tossed them in with the shirts, then looked at my father’s younger sister pleadingly. Her face remained impassive and her feet didn’t move. I unbuttoned my jeans and let the weight of the mud drop them to the floor. Now dressed only in my briefs, I dropped the heavy pants into the sink and turned to look at my aunt one more time.
“Yeah,” she said as she looked at my briefs, which were soaked and probably hopelessly stained. “You two were building a tree house. Was that tree, by any chance, in the caves?” She paused to observe my surprised reaction, and then added “Your father and I played in those caves when we were kids. I recognize the color of that clay. You shoulda said somethin’. I have a map somewhere around here.”
She gestured toward the sink. “The underwear, too, boys. Like I said, it’s not like I haven’t seen naked boys before.”
Jake and I looked at one another, and he gave me one of those “Fuck it” looks. As if we’d timed it, we turned our backs on the kitchen door and pushed down our briefs at the same time. I tossed my filthy underwear into the sink, which had partially filled with muddy water. My aunt then stood and watched us as we rinsed off the bulk of the mud and loaded our clothes into the washing machine.
I was then left with the question of what to do with my hands when I turned to face her. My aunt was right. Not only had she seen boys naked before, but she’d seen all of me plenty of times, and I’d seen all of her, as well. Neither of us was shy about walking back and forth between bedroom and bath. But this seemed somehow different, with Jake here. ‘He must think we’re freaks,’ I thought, embarrassed.
Feeling like I’d already delayed too long, I turned to face my aunt, my hands at my sides making no effort to hide my genitals. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Jake drop his hands, as well.
“Okay. Both of you. Out in the backyard and hose off. Go.” When she saw our reactions, she said “I sunbathe out there all the time. Nobody’ll see ya. Now get, before you drip any more mud on my floor.”
I ran out the door and gave a little whoop. Truth be told, I enjoyed being naked and had been curious about what Jake might have in his pants. I wasn’t disappointed when I turned around, hose in hand. I turned on the water and shot Jake in the face, then started hosing the mud from his body. While he was blinded by the water I took a close look at his hose, which had to be at least six inches long and was about half as thick as my wrist. ‘Wow,’ I thought. ‘What a fuckin’ stud!’
Then it was my turn. Jake took the hose and sprayed me down, starting with my hair and working his way down my body. Was it my imagination that he spent extra time on the area around my crotch? I started to get hard, so turned away as if to let him wash my back.
My aunt stepped outside as we were finishing. She turned off the very cold water and said “Why don’t you two warm up by doing some sunbathing? Like I said, I do it all the time.” She gestured toward a set of three chaise lounges, arranged in a semi-circle with several other chairs and tables near the grill. Seeing the confused looks on our faces, she said “I want you to dry off before you walk through the house.”
We moved over and carefully selected the two outside lounges; neither of us wanting the other to think he was gay, we left the one in the middle empty. Aunt Sarah laughed and said “It’s beautiful out. I think I’m gonna join you.” She dropped her robe – she wore nothing underneath – and arranged herself on the wicker furniture as if unaware she was lying down between two naked teenagers.
Jake and I looked over her at one another, trying without success not to stare at her body. I grinned when I saw that Jake’s dick was standing at attention, but grimaced when I realized my body had responded exactly the same way.
Noticing our problem, my Aunt laughed. “It’s okay, boys. Like I said, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before and it’s perfectly natural. I’d worry if you didn’t react this way.” She closed her eyes, stretched her arms out over her head, and turned her knees out so her inner thighs were exposed to the sun. Soon, we’d relaxed to the point where we were only half-hard, but I had to wonder if she was teasing us with her body.
After a few minutes, my aunt announced that she was thirsty and offered to get us drinks. She got up, leaving her robe where she’d dropped it and went in to get us some lemonade.
Jake turned and looked at me. No longer self-conscious about being naked, he said “You’re aunt’s hot, dude. I wouldn’t mind bangin’ her.”
I grinned. “Dude. She’s old — like thirty-five — and she’s my aunt. That’s sick!” My friend was fifteen, a year older than me, and fancied himself a ladies man because he’d managed to get to third base with some of the local girls. I’d only met him a few days before, but he was rescuing my summer.
“She’s not my aunt, dude!” He emphasized the third word.
I looked up and smiled gratefully when my aunt came out with a pitcher, three glasses and some cookies on a tray. I realized I was getting used to the idea of nude sunbathing with my aunt and my friend, but I was instantly hard again when she bent over to put the tray on a table. We each had a clear view of her ass and of her pussy. Turning my head, I saw that Jake was hard again, as well.
Aunt Sarah chortled when she saw that we were, once again, erect. “You boys are gonna have to get over this, or you won’t have any blood in your brains.” She turned to Jake and smiled; her eyes on his cock. “Especially you, Jake.”
She handed each of us a glass of lemonade, then took a long pull herself before lying back. Once again, she closed her eyes and positioned herself so the sun could reach her inner thighs and breasts. But then she started to gently stroke her nipples as if we weren’t there. Without opening her eyes, she said “You’d better drink, boys. I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”
We drank, but didn’t take our eyes off the naked woman, who was by now pinching and twisting her nipples. She moaned then slipped one hand down to her pussy, which was glistening with what I assumed was sweat.
Finally opening her eyes, she turned and looked at Jake and then at me. Neither of us looked away. It was obvious by this point that she wanted us to watch. Looking into my eyes, she asked “So…are you boys just gonna watch, or do you want to get some hands-on experience?”
I reached out tentatively and touched one of her breasts. She smiled. “That’s it, Tommy. What about you, Jake?”
My friend reached out and touched her other breast, his other hand going to his penis.
My aunt looked at him with a wicked smile. “Make sure to leave some for me, Jake.” Then she lay back again and put her arms up over her head, giving us free range over her body.
Sensing that she wouldn’t mind, I got up and knelt by her side. I kissed her breast, and then, when she didn’t object, I put my lips on her nipple and started to lick and suck.
She moaned softly and returned one hand to her pussy.
I gently bit down, as a girl had once done to me. I hadn’t liked it, but thought she might.
I was right. She moaned louder.
Jake got up and moved to the foot of the chaise lounge. Moving up between her legs, he sniffed her crotch. Then he extended his tongue and started licking between her lower lips. `Why,’ I wondered, `does he get a big cock and a long tongue? That just doesn’t seem fair.’
A shiver passed through my aunt’s body. I reached across and cupped her other breast, then started playing with that nipple as I continued to suck and nibble at the other. By this time my cock was throbbing painfully. I felt like I would explode if I didn’t come. I moved to her other side and started to lick and suck the other nipple while stroking my hard-on with my hand. I didn’t care at this point if Jake saw me jacking off. These were exigent circumstances, and, since I had a woman’s nipple in my mouth, it didn’t mean I was gay.
When I moaned, my Aunt turned and looked at me. Seeing what I was doing, she said “Oh no you don’t, Tommy. That’s mine.” She gestured for me to straddle her chest.
I hurried to comply, not believing my Aunt was going to give me a blow job. Jake, realizing what was happening, stopped what he was doing and moved to one of the chairs. I didn’t care if he watched. I’d had oral sex only once at that point, and that had been a thoroughly unsatisfactory experience. I’d been twelve, and the girl had been eleven. She got scared and ran home halfway through and I had to finish with my hand. I sensed that wouldn’t happen today.
I positioned myself so my aunt could take my four inches into her mouth. I almost came when I felt her full lips around my rigid flesh, but I fought for control. I was determined to last long enough to enjoy this. She started to suck and to bob her head so that her teeth gently scraped along the delicate tissue of my shaft. Though I was on top, she had complete control. She slipped an arm under my leg and grasped my balls, gently squeezing them as she worked her magic on my almost virgin penis. Her eyes never left mine, and I felt like I was falling in.
It seemed like it went on forever, but I’m sure it wasn’t more than a few minutes. I felt like I was going to pee, but I’d jacked off enough times to know what was really happening. I turned to look at Jake, excited that he was watching, his own hand gripping his huge cock. My body tensed. My back arched, driving me further into my Aunt’s mouth. She didn’t fight me but pulled me closer, apparently wanting me to come in her mouth. I was happy to oblige. There was no way I wanted to pull my dick out of that warm, moist hole; maybe ever.
I exploded, pumping my hot boy spunk directly down her throat. I hadn’t known what to expect, but this was the most powerful, all-consuming orgasm of my life. I’d probably jacked off hundreds of times, but this was so much more. I felt it in every corner of my body, and wondered if my hand would ever again be enough for me.
Then it was over. My Aunt pulled her head back and licked her lips in a way that – if I hadn’t just shot my wad – might have made me cream my pants. She gently pushed me back, then, as if nothing special had just happened, picked up her lemonade and took a long swallow. “That was wonderful, Tommy.” I was convinced by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t just saying that. She really meant it. “You taste wonderful, Tommy. Even better than your father at your age.”
My heart sank. ‘She did this with my father?’ I almost cried. Of course she had. They’d grown up together, were left home alone all day in the summers. Of course they’d done this together. But, did that take away from what she’d just done for me? No.
She was looking at Jake, her eyes flicking back and forth between his face and his cock.
`Am I jealous of that monster cock?’ I thought. `Yeah. Probably.’
She said “I’m gonna make you an offer I didn’t make my nephew. I’ll suck that big fat cock for you, or you can fuck me. Your choice, big boy.”
Jake stood and looked down at her, his massive organ moving with every beat of his heart. Staring into her eyes, he said “I…I don’t wanna make you pregnant, ma’am.”
Her eyes flashed. “You ma’am me one more time, boy, I’ll send you home.” She moved her hand over her body. “Do I look like a damn ma’am to either of you?”
We shook our heads rapidly. I was already getting hard again, and was wondering why she hadn’t made the same offer to me. ‘Is it because I’m her nephew?’
She looked at Jake again. “Don’t worry, Jake. I can’t get pregnant. You don’t have to worry about becoming a father today.”
Jake knelt between her thighs and looked down at her body. Looking at me, then at her, he whispered “I’ve…I’ve never…you know.” His blush spread over most of his body. I couldn’t help but think how cute his butt looked that color. I looked away before I could have any more such thoughts.
Aunt Sarah looked up at him and smiled. “Don’t worry. You don’t need a manual. It’ll come naturally.” She held out her arms to him and pulled him close. Her voice soft, she murmured “That’s it, baby. See how your cock just found its own way? It’s where it wants to be.” She reached down and took it in her hand. “Oooh. So hard. So big. I’m gonna enjoy this.”
I watched in fascination – and jealousy — as she guided his cock between her lips, brushing it against her clit. “Feel that? Use your hand. I want you to feel this” She guided his finger to her clit and said “This is kinda like a little penis, but way more sensitive. You don’t want to touch it too hard.” She turned and kissed him on the cheek. “It loved what you did with your tongue, Jake.”
She looked at me and said “Don’t worry, Tommy. I’ll show you all of this later. We have all summer.”
She reached down and cupped Jake’s ass cheeks. “Now – gently — thrust up into me. Don’t push that whole monster into me at one time. It might be too long for me. If I tell you to pull out, do it. I don’t want a bruised cervix.”
Jake must have looked puzzled, because Aunt Sarah said “God. Don’t they teach you kids anything in school?” She sighed. “Don’t worry about it. Push about an inch into me. Then pull back. Then…” She moaned loudly. “Ohhh…oh yeah. That…that’s it.” She moaned again and her entire body started to shake. “Oh god! I just came. I can’t believe it. That fast, I just came.”
Jake froze, his eyes big. “Did I…did I hurt you?”
Aunt Sarah grunted in frustration. “No. Don’t stop. I’ll tell you…” She moaned as Jake thrust into her again. She moaned louder. “I’ll tell you…uhhh…when I want you to stop, stud.”
By this time, I was stroking my hard-on, which seemed bigger – and somehow more powerful. I unconsciously matched my rhythm to Jake’s, stroking my shaft each time he pushed his into my father’s little sister. I caught myself thinking about that big cock in my mouth – or my ass – but shook that notion away violently. ‘No! I’m not queer!’
He went deeper and deeper with each thrust, until I heard his balls slapping against my aunt’s ass. They were both covered with sweat, and my aunt’s body was jammed up against the back of the seat, having been driven there by Jake’s powerful thrusts. ‘Nothing like a determined fifteen-year-old,’ I thought as my cock started to twitch in my hand. I moved closer so my jism sprayed across my aunt’s face.
She actually turned and smiled at me, then licked some of my cum with her long tongue. “Save some for later, nephew.”
Jake gave one final thrust that moved the wicker chair back almost a foot. His triumphant scream could probably be heard at sea as he shot his load into my aunt. He fell forward, pulled her tight against him, and kissed her chest, neck and face over and over, smearing my cum all over his face.
Finally, he started to settle down. His breathing returned to normal and he sat up. Looking from my aunt to me, he said “I…I didn’t know…I thought…” His voice dropped off into silence.
My aunt pulled us both close and kissed each of us in turn. Looking at Jake, she whispered “I know, baby. The first time…it’s magical. I feel honored.”
Turning to me, she said “I hope you’ll invite Jake over again. I still have so much to teach you both.”
By Jordan Bradders
(c) Copyright 2014 Jordan Bradders. The author reserves all rights. This story may not be published in any other forum, web site, blog, magazine, granite blocks, golden tablets, parchment, papyrus scrolls, or book without the author’s express prior written permission.