A Genesis of Lust and Love

Tom was a young man who had recently begun his first semester at a university far away from home and he had his whole life ahead of him. Things were going well so far - he was studying hard, working toward making his dreams a reality and making friends along the way, and he was settling into university life mostly seamlessly. Though he lived far from the university he attended, his aunt lived nearby, and he would visit her and spend time with her before he headed back home at the end of the day as they got on swimmingly and hadn't seen each other in quite some time.

His visits to his aunt were helping him settle into university life greatly because they had all sorts to talk about and catch up on, so he visited her whenever their time would allow, however, it was never quite often enough or for long enough. That said, today was one of those days, and Tom was on his way to his aunt's house having just finished his courses for the week. He was going to visit his aunt, spend some time with her - hopefully more than usual because it was now the weekend - and perhaps even stay for dinner before setting off back home. Whatever happened, it was sure to be a delightful evening and he couldn't wait. It was always the highlight of his day on the days he saw her, as it was his aunt's.

Tom's aunt was likewise a very busy person, spending most of her time working, but also lamenting the fact that she couldn't spend more time with her dear nephew now that he had come back into her life by wonderful chance. Her work often prevented him from visiting even when he was free from his lectures, and it frustrated her that she couldn't be more present for him. You see, Upskirt Aunt was a bit unfulfilled in many aspects because she was very oddly single. Her previous relationship had come to an end quite some time ago and, despite trying, she could never find the right man for her, so she spent much of her time working to try and keep herself occupied and keep her mind off matters that were infinitely more important to her.

The pair had planned this visit and, with her working day just now finished, Upskirt Aunt eagerly and impatiently awaited her nephew's arrival. Having seen to her hair and makeup and having changed to don a more appropriate outfit comprising of one or two new items from her favourite shop and catalogue, she sat in the sitting room, her legs beginning to nervously bounce of their own volition as a strange feeling of anxiety stirred within her, all whilst the sound of a whistling kettle in the kitchen began to dwindle. Today had to be the day, it just had to, she simply couldn't tolerate it any longer. She took a moment and a deep breath to compose herself because that all too familiar feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach had happened again, that unique feeling which was indisputable but one that she also knew was wrong.

Just as she checked the time on the clock on the wall, the unmistakable sound of car tyres rolling over her pebbled driveway reached her ears. Up she shot, her eyes confirming that her ears had not deceived her, and she stared out of the living room window to see her nephew park up beside her car. Upskirt Aunt, clad in a pencil skirt, shot out of the spacious sitting room and hurried into the less spacious hallway, adjusting her outfit as she scurried, making sure that everything looked just right before he saw her, Tom's aunt barely able to contain her excitement and happiness.

With a final check of her hair and spectacles in the reflective glass pane of the front door, she waited until he was there and then opened it to the sight that was her favourite and to greet her favourite person. "Tom, darling!" she gleamed with her arms wide open, her smile one that could not be feigned, "How wonderful to see you." They embraced as Tom's aunt placed a couple of precise French kisses upon either cheek, which wasn't their usual greeting. Why the departure from tradition? Today was a special day, or so she had hoped, and it had been a week since she last saw him, so she missed him, and her giddiness was ever-so-slightly getting the better of her.

"Come in, come in!" she welcomed her nephew, closing the door behind him and turning the lock, and Tom took the opportunity to compliment her outfit.

"Been shopping at The House of Bruar again, I see?" he asked, rhetorically. "You look magnificent."

She chuckled to herself happily and a somewhat embarrassed smile emerged on her face, delighted that he had noticed the effort she had made and that he appreciated her outfit. "Thank you, I'm glad you noticed - I was hoping you would," she replied, "Please, take a seat and make yourself at home, I'll go and fetch the tea."

Tom did just that, sitting down in what had, over time, become his place on her settee and he waited for his aunt to bring in their refreshments and join him. A few moments later she returned having already boiled the kettle in anticipation of his arrival, and she placed Tom's mug beside him and set hers down close beside his before sitting down in her place.

"So!" she started with great enthusiasm, "How has your week been? Please, tell me everything." Tom's aunt looked at him expectantly and ardently, with a look that any third party would easily identify as that of pure infatuation. Tom spoke for a minute or so, updating his aunt as to what he'd been up to and how his week at university had been and she listened on intently, seemingly bewitched by her nephew. She couldn't help but smile. However, Tom eventually got onto the subject of travelling and that doing so much of it was beginning to affect him, especially with all the studying he had to do as well.

"Oh, darling, I am sorry about that," Upskirt Aunt frowned with empathy. "It is a long way to go back and forth all of the time, isn't it?", and she worried that his visits to her were tiring him further.

"Not at all!" he stressed, his visits to his aunt were always the highlight of his week and were what he looked forward to most. All that travelling was worth it just to see her, he explained. "Oh, stop it, you are such a charming young man," she lightly blushed. Regarding university, Tom's aunt changed the subject back to the topic of his life there, though with a bit more specificity and with a question that was a tad more personal.

"Have you met anybody yet?" she asked, clearly insinuating 'anyone' as those of the opposite sex to him.

"Oh, no," Tom chuckled, "Not like that. There are plenty of nice girls at university, but nothing like that."

Upskirt Aunt complimented her nephew, causing him to blush this time. "How is it that a handsome, funny and charming young man like you is single? Surely the girls at university are all over you?" she teased, though her compliments were heartfelt. She couldn't understand it, couldn't understand why the girls at university weren't doing everything in their power to get her nephew into their panties.

With that said, Tom being unattached was truly music to her ears. Alas, a student she was not, though her desire to have certain people in her panties remained nevertheless. That look of infatuation she had given him earlier was exactly that, because she was infatuated with him. Furthermore, Upskirt Aunt didn't yet know the true reason why Tom hadn't found a lovely girl to go out with. She didn't believe for a second that he hadn't been sought after - was he holding out for a certain special someone, perchance?

"What about you?" Tom asked in return, "Are you seeing anybody at the moment? Whatever happened to... what was his name... Roger?"

Upskirt Aunt rolled her eyes at hearing that name, then explained that she hadn't been seeing anyone or dating at all since she split from Roger quite some time ago. Likewise, Tom himself couldn't understand how his aunt was single, she was gorgeous! He'd had a crush on her for some time, perhaps naturally for his aunt was stunningly beautiful and beyond charming. There was nothing wrong with having a crush on his aunt, was there? He wasn't going to act on his lusts, so what harm was there in simply admiring her charm and beauty?

Besides, it wasn't his fault that his aunt always dressed and spoke so provocatively, he couldn't help his eyes and mind from wandering, it was just his virile, curious, and perhaps perverted instincts. The conversation between the two covered many a topic, the single couple enjoying conversing and laughing with one another with Upskirt Aunt flirtatiously teasing her nephew with a naughty innuendo here and there as she was so apt at doing. Take, for example, Tom commenting on how well-kept her garden and bushes were, having noticed them when he arrived earlier. Upskirt Aunt could not miss the opportunity to bask in the compliment, take pride in and allude to indeed how well-kept her bush was while she proudly sipped her tea at the innuendo and adjusted her spectacles nonchalantly.

Tom laughed it off, though on the inside he was embarrassed because he knew what she was insinuating and he found it most arousing, naturally. He quickly moved on, knowing that he shouldn't be thinking about such things or find them arousing, not because he didn't find women's bushes arousing, but because it was his aunt's bush they were indirectly talking about. Upskirt Aunt uncrossed and crossed her long and resplendent legs with suggestive subtlety, though it did not escape her nephew. Tom swiftly took his teacup to his mouth and took a sip, clearing his now clammy throat.

The conversation continued but Upskirt Aunt, herself not failing to notice her nephew's response to her subtle actions, could not wait any longer. It was eating her inside and she couldn't withstand it anymore, she needed to know and needed him to know.

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

The familiar words of Chris Isaak resonated within her, words that had been resonating within her for the longest time - to feel such a way about someone she shouldn't, and dream about someone she shouldn't. She loved Tom, of course, however, she had not planned on falling in love with him, and a part of her didn't want to because she was sure that the world would, indeed, break her heart, like Chris Isaak suggested it would. However, by denying her feelings for him, her heart was already breaking.

She had been and was hoping that Tom would be her own personal SAS and would rescue her from the solitude she couldn't bear any longer, and, as she had planned, today was the day that she was going to make her move, for the song that remains unsung is the one that plays the loudest in one's head. She who dares wins - carpe diem.

"Tom..." she coyly began, "May I ask you a question?"

"Please do," he replied, and Upskirt Aunt took the plunge and inquisitively and bashfully asked her nephew.

"...Do you like me?"

"I'm sorry?" he responded, slightly dumbfounded by the question, "Of course I like you!" Of course he liked her, she was his aunt and they got along with each other swimmingly.

"No, but..." she started, her nephew interpreting her question and answering it slightly differently to how she had intended, "...Do you like like me?"

Oh, did he like her like that? His face started to flush red as his eyes danced around the now very stuffy-feeling room and his throat again closed nervously.

"Erm..." he clumsily began, clearing his throat, "...What do you mean?"

Tom knew full well what it was his aunt meant, but he was shy and trying to delay answering the question, or even avoid having to answer it altogether.

Tom knew what his answer was, but he also knew that his answer was most inappropriate and, in fact, taboo. He couldn't possibly confess to that. So, rather than answer the question, he cleverly asked her the same thing in return. "Do you like like me?" he asked in kind, and suddenly the shoe was on the other foot. Tom himself was confident even if not sure of her answer, hence why she had asked him in the first place, but it would reassure him to hear her say it first.

"Tom, sweetie..." she paused, putting her cup of tea down, sure of her feelings but unsure of what to do with them due to their taboo nature, "I..."

Her heart fluttered like the wings of the butterflies in her stomach, and Upskirt Aunt twiddled her thumbs before collecting herself, about to take a most inappropriate risk that could have catastrophic consequences, but she was ready to risk it all because that is what she truly wanted. "Yes, yes I do like you, Tom, I do like like you," she began, unable to look him in the eye at first as she all but confessed her love for him. "I fancy you, and I desire you. I'm sorry, darling, I know that I shouldn't, but-"

"I like you too," her nephew interrupted. "I do like like you, and I fancy you and I desire you too..."

Upskirt Aunt's head shot up as she corrected her posture, Tom visibly anxious and seemingly shocked by what he had just confessed and said out loud, though he had done so because he had gained the courage to do so through his aunt doing the same.

"You do?" Upskirt Aunt's face lit up like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders, this inappropriate burden she had been bearing was one that her nephew had also been bearing unbeknownst to her, the pair helping each other ease their respective and identical burdens. A relieved yet awkward silence filled the room for a few seconds, two hearts racing in synchronised, pounding chests, neither of them quite sure what to do or what to say. Tom was the one to break the silence.

"What happens now?"

It was a good question, one that Upskirt Aunt wasn't sure she knew the answer to. This was terra incognita for them both. However, despite the hitherto untread path, Upskirt Aunt had an idea.

This unspoken back and forth of theirs - their subtle flirting with one another - had been going on for a while, Upskirt Aunt not having gotten her name for no good reason. The 'Aunt' in her name was self-explanatory, and the 'Upskirt' surely wouldn't take much figuring out either. The first time that it had happened was truly by chance, 'it' being Tom seeing up his aunt's very many decidedly short skirts, however, all the instances thereafter were of Upskirt Aunt's design - some subconsciously, and others very much not.

Even though it had been going on for a while, they hadn't had the chance to act upon or explore these feelings with time and responsibilities always getting between them, but ever since Upskirt Aunt began Upskirt Aunting they only ever thought about each other, every single minute of every single day, and it was dreadfully distracting. When Upskirt Aunt masturbated - which she did frequently - she fantasised about her darling nephew doing unspeakable things to her. And when Tom masturbated, frequently like his aunt did, he fantasised about doing unspeakable things to his aunt. These were things that they didn't yet know they had in common, masturbating often over the thought of one another. How terribly depraved, yet how wonderfully naughty.

They shouldn't act upon these feelings and desires, and they knew that, but that fact only made it all the more tempting, more alluring, more difficult to resist and only served to make them want it and each other even more. She was his aunt, he was her nephew, it was wrong, and it was taboo, and they loved each other in a way that maybe they shouldn't, but oh lord it just felt so right. They were conflicted, desperately wanting to act on their shared urges and desires, to let go of their inhibitions, to give themselves to one another and to have each other.

But things had been like that for some time now, and these days whenever they spent time with each other it was very difficult for Tom to see his aunt in a normal way - it was like being a hormonal teenager all over again as his thoughts flooded with those of a most debauched nature about his aunt. And it was even more difficult for Upskirt Aunt to prevent herself from controlling her even more deviant thoughts still, thoughts of teaching her nephew everything that she knew. It had become unbearable. The pair were a ticking, passionate, hormonal and sexually deprived timebomb, and were it to go off, the result was sure to be spectacular.

Neither of them had told the other this but they both suspected it of each other, and it had been eating away at them. Who knew that wanting something or someone that you shouldn't could be so thrilling? They wanted each other, badly. They wanted to submit to their base desires, to fulfil their fantasies, to sin. They couldn't, or, at least, they shouldn't. She was his aunt and he was her nephew, it was taboo, and it was forbidden, but that just made them want it and want each other even more passionately.

No amount of wanking and masturbating over the thought of one another was going to fill the void that they both felt, and they had both already figured this out for themselves. Upskirt Aunt barely spent a moment without a dildo stuffed deep inside her pussy and a vibrator pressed hard against her clitoris these days, and Tom likewise seldom didn't have his proficient hand wrapped around his cock. And yet, as lovely as that always felt for them with their thoughts populated with dreams of one another, it was never, ever enough.

They wanted each other more than they could quantify, but what if someone were to find out? What they both wanted was taboo, but there just had to be a way. This is where Upskirt Aunt's idea came into play. Their relationship had been rekindled by Tom going to university not far from where Upskirt Aunt lived and by visiting her frequently and as often as time allowed. What if, she wondered, Tom came and lived with her rather than travelling back home every day and just visiting her from time to time? They would then be able to spend most of their time together, in private, even during the witching hour. The only thing that would get in the way of them spending time together would be their work and their studies, and they could be free to feel how they truly felt, free to explore and walk this yet untrodden and forbidden path together.

"You know, you would be more than welcome to stay here if you would like to? While you go to university?" she very kindly offered, "If you think it might make your life easier? I only live a few miles away from campus after all..."

She would simply be offering her nephew a place to stay while he was at university, so she would reason, to ease both the physical and financial burden of further education. It would save him travelling, therefore reducing his stress and saving him money, and it would be no trouble for her at all she would explain, no-one would know or suspect a thing. There was no other way that she could see them getting together, see them getting what they both truly wanted.

Upskirt Aunt palpitated at the thought of having her nephew live with her, what they'd finally be able to do after all this time, and it gave her butterflies in the pit of her stomach again, a feeling that the sophisticated, mature woman of the world hadn't felt for a long, long time before her nephew had come back into her life, and since then it had been a frequent occurrence. "Besides, it gets ever so lonely living here by myself, Tom, with nobody to keep me company. And I absolutely adore your company". Tom likewise adored her company and was wholeheartedly onboard with this idea, though not without courtesy.

"Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to check whether his aunt was sure she wouldn't mind him living with her and all of what that would imply between them, though he didn't specifically say that.