Family Portrait Ch. 05byPolecat74©
I had always had a little bit of a crush on Anne, ever since I was a little boy. I think back then it was more just admiration, but my feelings for her got stronger as I got older. She had soft, womanly curves that looked fun to touch, bright red hair that was so silky and smelled good, and her skin was pale, soft and virtually untouched by the sun except for a sprinkle of freckles over her shoulders and arms. Her blue eyes bordered on gray.
When my mom blew up over my porn collection – and I'll be honest, I had some pretty kinky shit in there – I decided we needed some more space. I mean, come on, what guy doesn't have a little kink in his stash? Ok, some of what I had was pretty nasty, but so what? I couldn't afford to get my own place, so my mom suggested her little sister.
I don't think they ever really got along, though, even though she was kinda dumping her wayward son on her. Mom was a serial monogamist and disapproved of Anne's free lifestyle. Mom got married just about every three years like clockwork. Anne, on the other hand, well, I'd never actually known her to have a real boyfriend, but mom was always bitching about how her sister was always hooking up and needed to settle down already. I'm not sure why Anne's life was so much worse than mom's, sexually, I mean, but oh well. All mom's bitching just made me that much more curious about Anne. Hell, I was fascinated by her.
I wanted to see the kinds of guys she welcomed into her bed, I wanted to see her house, I wanted to catch a glimpse of her, if not naked, at least close to it. Fap fodder, you know. Damn, I jacked off to porn a lot, and I'd had a couple girlfriends (who, I should mention, always said no, wouldn't even let me touch their tits), but this would be something else entirely. Talk about intimacy! I knew nothing was going to happen between us, but to be that close, close enough to smell her, touch her and, in my dreams at least, taste her was enough for me.
It had been a couple years at least since I saw her last. We lived a good several hours' drive away, even when I was speeding (which, of course, I was). So when I first saw her again, I had to consciously will my cock to knock it the hell off. Damn, I wanted her. She turned around, and ohemgee, the sight of that ass! I'm pretty sure angels were singing. Ok, maybe not, but that ass of hers was pretty spectacular.
So when she caught me in the shower, and I saw the look on her face if she tries to deny it, I knew I was going to go for it. I know, the whole thing is taboo or whatever, but fuck that noise, I wanted her. How many guys really get a chance to hook up with their hot aunts? I know, not many, right? So I was down for it and I kinda thought she was, too, and so I made the first move. Watching her touch herself in the shower was incredible, but I wasn't quite ready to do it yet. I mean, it was my first time. I didn't want to bust my nut too fast, right?
But then I tasted her, and holy hell, I've never wanted something so much in my life. Do all chicks taste that good? I could have eaten her with a spoon. When she jumped me on the living room couch, I was so ready for her. My cock was hurting it was throbbing so hard, and it slipped inside her as though that's what it was meant for – to be inside her, I mean – and her pussy was tight and so wet around it. The pressure and textures of her body were mind-blowing.
I can't believe I didn't cum then and there, but I held on, touching her hard nipples, her soft waist, her round hips, her incredibly full ass, tasting her lips, sucking her tongue, grabbing, holding, touching whatever I could get my hands on as she rode me like a pro. I watched her face crumple and go slack when she came, and I felt her juices run down my balls and dribble onto my thighs, and damned if that wasn't the hottest part of it so far. I filled her up with my own cum then and she tilted back, giving me this amazing view of her tits.
I kind of figured that was going to be it. I mean, guilt, right? Technically, this was wrong, wrong, wrong. But fuck wrong, you know? I mean, it wasn't like I was a kid anymore, and she was older than me, but not by all that much. Well, ok, 17 years. But still.
Yeah, but no. I was fast asleep, and can I just say there is no better way to wake up than with a woman's hot, wet mouth wrapped around your dick? Because that was just amazing. At first, I thought I was dreaming. I really did. I mean, how lucky can a guy get? But I wasn't, and her hot body was rubbing on me, she was rubbing her pussy on my leg as she sucked me off, and I couldn't wait to get a taste of her. I unloaded in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. God, that was hot, like she just wanted all of me. Then I pushed her down on the bed and kissed her all over, biting her thighs, and licking, touching, sucking, holy hell, that was hot, and she squirted at the very end, sending her hot juices dribbling down my freaking chin. I really hadn't quite believed women could actually do that. Damn.
I was hard again and ready to feel her wrapped around my cock, so I climbed on top as she kissed her own taste off my face – damn! – and shoved into her, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Hell, for all I knew, this would be the last time she'd let me go there. I was going to fuck her until she said no, you know?
Well, she never did say no. We fucked each other three different times that night and again the next morning. And we kept fucking all summer long. We had this weird family-best friends-lover sex thing going on, but it totally worked for us. At the end of the summer, I was getting ready to pack up, and she was sitting on the edge of my bed watching me.
"I really don't want to go back to live with my mom."
She looked at me thoughtfully. "You haven't saved up enough to move out yet?" I'd gotten a summer job shortly after I moved in with her, but it was only part-time and barely paid enough to get me through my next semester of college.
"Not really." I slammed a pile of folded shirts into my bag and zipped it up.
"Well." She looked down at her hands folded in her lap. "You know you're always welcome here. If you want ... "
If I wanted? Well, hell, yeah I wanted. But I also had school to think about. She was too far. Although, I could transfer ...
"But you need to get back to school, don't you? Maybe I could help you out a little so that you could stay in the dorms. Or would that not work for you?"
I looked at her and realized: She was the mom I should have had. And the lover I did have. What a weird situation. And one I found that I didn't regret even a little bit.
"Can I come back next summer?" I asked tentatively.
I sat down on the bed next to her and leaned in to kiss her, getting harder as she began to kiss back and placed her hand on my stomach. I suddenly realized that wherever life took me, her, us, we would always have each other. We'd always have this. I felt secure, safe, happy as I began to undress her, stroke her body and drive into her one last time before heading off.