Another Auntie I’d Like to Fuck

"Not likely. I know what I saw with my own eyes. She was sneaking out of your room."

"That's not something a gentleman should talk about with a young woman." I figured I had shut down this little train-wreck-to-be.

"Don't be so defensive. I am glad she spent the night with you. Did you fuck her?"

"Uh. No."

"You're lying, Paul. My mom really needs a man in her life, at least for a little while and for a lot of pleasure. And I am glad it was you, you know."

"Why are you glad?"

"Before you came to visit, I overhead auntie Suzanne telling my mom that she had seduced you when she visited, and that my mom would do well to take you to bed, too."

"You're kidding. You overhead that conversation? Quite the little spy, aren't you?"

"My mom has been moping about my dad for two years now and I can't do anything to get her out of the house to meet other people... okay, men. And I was getting really worried because she's usually such a fun person, but now she is all withdrawn and uninterested in stuff. I even told her, 'mom, you need to get laid!' one day."

"What would you think of me if what you're saying is true, that I slept with her last night?"

"I would call you my hero. I love my mom so much that when she's hurting like she has been, it hurts me as well."

That was the moment Jeanie chose to join us in the kitchen. "What are you guys talking about — it sounded interesting?"

Astrid, smooth as could be, replied, "relationships, mom. Paul was telling me about some friends of his."

Even though this was all new to me, and I did not know either of these women very well, I felt a distinctive new feeling in the room. Jeanie had changed — she seemed to be glowing, and she was enthusiastic about our activities for the coming day.

We made our plans to go skiing for the day. There is a pretty good hill half an hour away that I had been wanting to visit while I was here, and this was the perfect opportunity. The girls got ready quickly enough and soon joined me outside where I was sitting on a bench beside the ice rink. When they came out side by side I was blown away by the sight. Both Jeanie and her daughter were wearing matching ski-bunny outfits with very tight leggings, snug ski jackets and the cutest hats.

"We're all set. Let's go, Paul. Don't want to waste all day, buddy," said Jeanie. Oh, yea, she was much happier.

We drove in silence, just listening to the holiday music on the radio and looking ahead to a fun day on the slopes. We finally arrived, bought out lift tickets and unpacked our boots and skis (I had rented what I needed at the lodge as they had been buying the passes).

They were as eager to ski as I was, and I found out they were both very good at it. I had been skiing for years so there was no problem keeping up, but they skied fast and hard. Each time we finished a run we had to choose who'd get on the chair solo; all three chairlifts on the mountain were for two people and I was used to three and four-person lifts back in the Rockies, but this was nice.

The first time I went up together with Astrid she got right back into interrogation mode. Boy she had a lot of questions, and few barriers to hold her back. Eventually, I decided I would be honest with her, if not entirely detailed.

"So, did you fuck my mom?"

"We made love. Yes."

"How many times?"

"Twice, and once in the morning."

"What else did you do with her?"

"Stuff, you know."

"Did she give you a blowjob?"

There really were no barriers holding her back.

"Not really."

"What does that mean?"

"Not really. Period."

"Did you do it to her? You know, taste her pussy?"

"Yes. She liked it I think."

"How big is your penis? Was she happy with it?

"That is way more than I want to discuss, Astrid. Maybe you should leave it alone."

"Just a hint... bigger than a hotdog wiener? A banana?"

"Big enough..." then I was rescued by the arrival of the chair at the top of the mountain. I felt the relief palpably as I slid off the chair to join Jeanie who was waiting.

It had been very interesting to listen to Astrid's concern for her mother, but a little off-putting. I was ready to have that sensitive a conversation with her, though she seemed entirely happy with it.

I was able to avoid going up with Astrid until one of our last runs. We were about to get on the lift when Jeanie announced she was done, but 'us kids' should get one more run in before giving up. Astrid was ready with her enthusiasm, set to have another chat. Fortunately, this one didn't have her mother in it, nor was I grilled on my preferences or talents.

"I have a boyfriend, did you know?" she asked right away as we slid off up the mountain.

"Really? You didn't mention him before."

"He's in my grade at school but he's immature. I am way ahead of him in so many ways."

I knew better than to ask. Didn't need to, naturally.

"Yea. I am already planning for after graduation. I want to go to university to study to be a veterinarian. He's not even sure about getting his driver's license. He's such a little boy."

"Oh. That's good for you, and being a vet would be a great career, too."

"I am thinking of dumping him soon." She left that statement hang out there, adding nothing

Naturally, I had to open my big mouth to ask, "why?"

"He's such a baby and I am getting bored with him. Do you know that he wants to stay a virgin until he gets married? I can't believe that!"

It was time for me to just shut up and let the cold wind blow past me on the chairlift.

"I have been hinting in every way I can to get him to make a move on me, but nothing. I tried to let him get to second base at the beginning of the school year and nothing. It's starting to bother me. I'm a woman now, and I have needs."

It was time for me to shut down this train of thought so I started asking her about where she'd go to university and why and when and anything else I could think of to keep her from the earlier complaints about her frustration.

As we were about to slide off the lift, she turned to me and said, "I understand you can't talk about this stuff, but one day I would love to see you do something about it."

She gave me a peck on the cheek and took off down the fastest run on the mountain with me right behind her. We raced all the way back to the lodge (she won) and had a terrific last run. Just the right way to wrap up a day's skiing.

We all went to bed early that night, right when we got home almost. Each of us was exhausted from a wild day on the snow.

It was very early in the morning, 4 am when I checked the clock, when I heard a knock at my door. I was actually pretty happy that Jeanie was coming back for another visit. I quietly opened the door only to find Astrid standing there in her nightclothes... good, thick flannelette two-piece pyjamas. She whispered to me: "I think you should go to see my mom, Paul. It's your last night here and I know she'd like another round."

"How could you know that?"

"She told me."

"No way. She told you?"

"Not in so many words, but she told me she had had the best night ever and was feeling so great this morning that she hoped to have another night as good. She had no idea I knew she'd been with you."

"You really think I should do that?"

"Yes. Go now."

I was only wearing boxers but didn't feel undressed. I closed the door behind me and headed right to Jeanie's room. I was about to enter silently when Astrid reached out and knocked loudly on the door. Then she took off giggling as she did.

I went into the room. A full moon lit up the room like it was day and I saw Jeanie as she sat up in bed, still very sleepy. I saw the recognition on her face as she realized it was me. She reached both hands out in welcome, calling me forward.

It was a fun, very exciting night. I had now been seduced by two of my aunts, and I had a cousin wishing she was in on the act.

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Exactly two years later, at Christmas vacation time, I got a knock at my door. I was studying for my Master's degree so was still at university, but would be finishing in two months. I went to answer expecting it to be a friends dropping in for a seasonal drink or what have you. I did not recognize who it was at first.

Standing at my door was a young woman all of five feet, four inches with long blonde hair all the way down her back. She wore a micro-mini and knee-high leather boots which showed off her great legs. She had on a tight leather jacket open at the neck. It was tight enough to show off all of her attributes: well-rounded breasts perfectly proportional to her torso and forming a lovely cleavage as tempting as I have ever enjoyed. Her tiny waist snugged up with a belt on the jacket rounded out her outfit. And she wore a most genuine smile. I had no idea who this was, but that didn't stop me front inviting her in.

I must have looked stunned or at least I was showing I had no idea who she was. She stood there for a good while awaiting my response. When it came, I was overjoyed. "Astrid? Little Astrid? Is that you?"

"I'm glad you remember be, cousin Paul. I wasn't sure you would since I am all grown up now."

In reality, it was the makeup and long hair that had fooled me. When I got past those (I did linger for a while of course) I realized it was my younger cousin from back East. And here she was, completely unannounced.

"When did you get here, Astrid?"

"I got off the plane 71 minutes ago and took a cab right to your door — I really wanted to see you this Christmas and didn't want to waste any time. Have I come at a bad time?"

"You are absolutely welcome. Better yet, there would never be a bad time. I am so glad you're here. Is your mom with you?"

"Nope. She stayed home when I told her how I wanted to spend my first visit with my cousin... now that I am 18 finally."

Now I got it. This horny little minx had been waiting for all this time so I would be able to get into her pants without getting into trouble. She certainly had been trying when I visited, but I had held firm (no, not like that) and almost shunned her. In truth, her teasing and eagerness to let me taste her sexuality did tempt me, but it was her mom, my aunt Jeanie who got the benefits. Now things were going to be different. Astrid was of age.

"Whatever made you come all the way here? I would have thought there were lots boys competing for your company at home."

"Sure, but I have been waiting for all this time to be with you, cousin Paul. I talked to my mom a lot after you left, and she talked to me. I told her what I had been doing to maybe get you into bed, but she explained to me why you couldn't, and wouldn't do anything in response. I completely understood what she was telling me. But it only made me want you more. That's why I am here."

This might be the most amazing compliment I had ever received, and trust me, I have had lots of beautiful women pay me the ultimate compliment of their sexuality and desire, but this girl had been waiting since just after her sixteenth birthday.

"I can't believe you did that. How could you wait? Don't tell me you have never, you know, had sex."

"No, Paul. I am not a virgin, but the little boys from home did nothing to satisfy me in the way you satisfied aunt Suzanne and my mom. Both of them think you are the best lover they've ever had. At least, that's how they talk about it."

"How do you know all this?"

"When Suzanne came back from Mexico, the first thing my mom did was get her drunk and tell her all about your visit and the time you spent in bed together. I was a bit shocked at what they said, especially Suzanne."

"A few days later I took a chance and had a talk with my mom. I told her that I had been listening to her and Suzanne and that I knew all about how you had slept with them both. She was pretty shocked, but since my dad died we have always been close and have always shared our secrets."

"You are an amazing young woman, Astrid, and I just love your attitude. It's so healthy and positive."

"I learned a lot from my mom about how a woman can satisfy a man, and even more about what he can do for her, and I am hoping that you will find me attractive enough to want me... that way."

As if there could have been a doubt, "I have always found you to be a hot little number, Astrid, but until now, that's all I could do about it: think. And I am really happy that you're here. Welcome to the west coast. I will be at your service for the duration of your visit."

She giggled, a real little girl giggle, then she shrugged off her coat on top of her bag and jumped on me where I sat on the sofa. "We are so going to have fun, cousin!"

After her long trip, I suggested she should get some rest. She seemed unimpressed, but after a light lunch of salad and a glass of wine, Astrid went off to my bedroom where she fell asleep in no time. I went in after to make sure she was comfortable.

She lay there on top of the thick duvet wearing only her bra, a totally sheer little number, a her little mini-skirt. She'd kicked off her boots and her legs were bare. Lovely, so lovely, and shapely. It took most of my strength not to reach out to touch her young body, to run my hands up those lovely legs up to where I could see the edge of her sheer panties, just like her bra.

Instead, I put a light blanket over her and gave her cheek a soft peck, and let her sleep.

I was watching an evening football game on TV when Astrid stumbled out of the bedroom. She was still wearing the mini-skirt but now had on a loose t-shirt and some fuzzy slippers. I was happy to see she was making herself at home.

"Hi, sleepyhead," I said. "It's about time you joined the rest of the world."

"How long did I sleep? What time is it?"

"About five hours, and it's just after dinnertime. Are you feeling hungry?"

"Am I ever. I think that's what woke me up. What's for supper?"

She was still a kid in some ways, including the idea that I was to look after her mealtime options. I was okay with that.

I made a big Caesar salad for us and added some fresh lox to the croutons and shredded parmesan. We enjoyed a bottle of wine with the meal and spent the whole time reminiscing about my three days visiting. We talked about her new school career mid-way through her second year on the way to a degree in veterinary science.

"That is so cool that you followed up on that dream. I wondered if you knew how hard it would be, especially for someone so young straight out of high school."

"I told you I would do it, and I am. I'm getting good grades, too. If that continues I will be allowed to apply for Vet school after my third year instead of after graduation. I know I can do it."

I found out that she was not only doing well in school, but was just as active in the athletics department. Astrid was a low-ranking speed skater at her school, "but I made the varsity volleyball team this year," she countered.

"That's great. I didn't even know you were into volleyball," I said.

"Sure. It was my best sport in high school, too. I have always been the setter, of course. I'm not really built for spiking and blocking, that's for the girl giants, but I set them all up for their big points."

Thinking about it, I realized how much sense that made. An gifted athlete too short for most sports, would fit right in as the team leader role that the setter played. And she was varsity in only her second year. This girl was the real deal.

While we were talking after dinner, finishing up our wine, Astrid began to snuggle into the chair directly facing my position on the sofa. She was sitting with her legs together at her side, and she'd worked her arms into the t-shirt, as if she was cold. I could see her legs most of the way up to her hip as her skirt had slipped up that far. Her fair skin contrasted so well against the dark brown of the sofa, giving me a perfect view of her tender but strong thighs.

I knew she was watching me look at her, but she was enjoying it as well. She turned to another topic. "I have booked my return flight for a week tomorrow, Paul. Will that be okay with you? I don't want to be a burden, but I also don't have anywhere else to stay. I could change my ticket if I have to, of course."

"Don't be silly, Astrid. I am thrilled that you chose to visit me this Christmas. I did not play much more than some reading for the next semester and a bit of partying with some friends, but mostly, I planned to stay home, sleep and watch TV. Now that you're here, I can still do those things, but now they'll all be more fun."

"Will I be sleeping on the sofa, or do you have a spare room."

She was playing timid, but knew full well what the arrangement would be. I chose to play it back to her, to call her bluff as it were. "I hadn't thought about it yet, but if you like, the couch is really comfortable. I don't have a spare room of course, but I have lots of blankets and a sleeping bag that will work well out here."

"Oh."

She was buying my tease.

"You should try the couch to see if you like it," I said, getting up and giving her my hand to get up from the chair.

Reluctantly, Astrid let me help her up and dragged her feet over to the big sofa. She plopped down, almost disappointedly. I told her to lay back to see if it suited her for size and comfort. She did, trying to look genuine in her efforts, but not quite achieving the look.

"It's okay I guess. Maybe with a couple of pillows. I will have pillows, right?"

"No problem. I want you to be comfortable. That seems pretty good, don't you think?"

"I suppose."

She had bought my prank completely. I asked her, "are you really comfortable there? Is it as good as the bed?"

"I'll be fine," she said, "but the bed is a lot nicer."

"Good. In that case, why don't we give you the bed, the big pillows and the soft duvet?"

"Where will you sleep?"

I could see her satisfaction at not being stuck on the couch, but there was still doubt there.

"I was thinking the couch, but it is a pretty big bed so maybe I could take up some room on one side if you would let me."

That's when she figured out that I had been teasing. From her reclined position on the sofa she demanded that I give her a hug for being such a great host.

I was about to lean in over Astrid but before I got there she grasped her t-shirt, hands crossed at the hem and pulled it over her head in one swift move. And there she was. The very hot and delicious young woman who'd tried to offer this to me two years prior. And I now I could partake as she wanted.

I fell onto her, catching myself on my arms on either side of her body. From there I held myself up to get a good long look at Astrid's tight young body. She still wore the sheer bra, but as I watched, she unsnapped the front closure and let it fall to the side. Her breasts were so firm that they barely moved when released form their cups.

"Oh, my," I said, already drooling I think.

"You like, cousin?"

"Oh, my," I was in a lust loop for a while.

I slowly lowered myself until my face was directly above her lovely tits. I tongued first one nipple, then the other before latching on to one to suck on properly. I played like this with her nipples for a long time; she appreciated it all, not rushing or looking for too much too soon.

"That feels so good, Paul, lick my boobs, please."

I did as she asked, bringing my tongue across her delicate flesh, something softly and other times hard and rough. She loved it all and was mewing deep in her throat as I continued licking her all over her chest, then along her neck and finally, kissed her passionately. Hard, wet, active tongue.

I might have guessed, but Astrid was a fantastic kisser. Her mouth and lips were the perfect match for my own; she met my every move with her own matching ferocity or gentleness. I couldn't believe how good she was at just kissing. "How did you ever get so good at kissing?" I asked her. "You're amazing."