Family Ties That Bind

I was half expecting her to blow up and go off on me, but she sighed and leaned back against me, resting the back of her head on my shoulder. That's all I needed. Holding the bottle in my left hand, I put my right on her stomach and pulled her back against my dick. "Do you know how beautiful you are to me, Ruth?" OK, it was cheesy, maybe, but I didn't say I was a quick thinker - just horny.

"I kind of got the idea on the Fourth, Honey. What were you thinking? Groping your sweet aunt's butt like that?"

I didn't tell her she wasn't anyone's "sweet" aunt. Instead, I said, "I was thinking what a fine ass you have, Aunt Ruth. Beyond that, I can't say."

She turned in my arm and we kissed. I dropped the bottle and thankfully it didn't break, then slid my hands under her suit onto that firm ass. We spent a little time in the cellar, just kissing and touching, then she pushed me away. "We need to take this upstairs, but let me go up first. I never know when one of the staff will come wandering through the house."

We were alone, and we made best use of it. We started in the formal salon. I guess it's what rich people call the living room. I couldn't help but laugh when I looked up and saw portraits of three generations of Bartholomews watching me suck Aunt Ruth's tits. By the way, she loved it. I think she might have had a small orgasm, just with my sucking her breasts.

Then we made it to her bedroom. She seemed to be taking her time undressing and puttering around the bathroom, and I realized she was a little nervous. I was laying on the bed, so I got up and walked to the bathroom - bigger than my bedroom - and hugged her from behind. "Aunt Ruth, we don't have to do this if you don't want to. You've already given me a lifetime's worth of memories to cherish."

She whirled around in my arms and kissed me deeply, putting my hand on her breast. "No wonder Ruthie has always said you're the nicest boy she's ever known. No, I want it and I want it with you, Ben. It's just that it's been a long time, and I don't want you to be disappointed."

Disappointed? No way. A long time? Whoa. So Uncle Trey wasn't carrying his share of the load? "How can that be, Ruth? You're a beautiful woman. Are you saying Uncle Trey doesn't..."

"No, not for a long time. He never was as interested in sex as I was, and when we hit our fifties, he just gave up. Gave it up for Lent, I guess, he just didn't say Lent of which year." She laughed.

"But surely you could have anyone you wanted. At the country club? They must be lined up for a chance at you."

"Oh, good God, no." She paused. "That's the problem, isn't it? The potential for scandal. I'm sure everyone would love to be able to brag about bagging the Ice Queen, and I just won't have it. It's you, Ben, because I think you are a nice guy and I think I can trust you." She told me she had worn that swimming suit for me on the Fourth.

"I thought it was for Dad. Did you see the look on his face when you walked down?"

"Oh, yeah, and so did Marianna. I had thought Charlie might be a fit, but I didn't want the complications of a mad wife. You've become quite a man, yourself, and I thought I'd be safe with you."

I gave her the best kiss I could, just to show her how honored I was, and I was honored. Who would have thought? The Ice Queen. We made our way to the bed and quickly shed our suits, then jumped in, laughing. We eagerly kissed for awhile, and I went back to work on those tits. After awhile, she pushed me off her breasts and onto my back. She gave me a sultry look, then slowly started kissing her way down my body. Reaching for my dick with her right hand while supporting her body with her left, she bent to it.

Oh, Aunt Ruth. She started rather hesitantly and then looked up at me. I almost squirted right then. She said, "Honey, I'm not just telling you this. I am not used to one this size. I hope I don't scrape you with my teeth."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're doing just fine, Aunt Ruth." Then she went back to it, and the more she did it the better she got. That woman could suck a dick. It was like she was hungry for it, and I guess she was, in a way. I couldn't hold it, and cummed a gallon. She took it all in her mouth, then spit it on my belly.

"I can't swallow. I never could. Is that alright?"

"Hell, yes," I told her. "You're better than alright."

This time I pushed her on her back, and started the same journey down her body. I thought I was pretty experienced at eating pussy. She wasn't so impressed. After a few moments she pushed my shoulders so my face came out of her pussy. "Ben, you're young, and I can tell you want to do this. Trey never seemed to like it. But would you mind if I give you some pointers? Your wife, whoever she may be, will appreciate me for it."

"Teach away, Auntie." And she did. She told me how to go gently and softly, building up to the clitoris and G-spot, then she dropped a bombshell.

"You remember when you were rubbing my butt?" she asked. "Did you notice how I squirmed when you ran your finger down my crack, touching my anus?"

I nodded. I hadn't noticed, but who's going to admit to that?

"Well, it was because I really like that. So, if you want to, you can wet your finger with this," and she handed me a small bottle from her nightstand, "and slide it in there. You don't have to, if you don't like it. Uncle Trey has never even tried."

Well, I had to show up old Uncle Trey, didn't I? She was the first woman I ever brought to orgasm with oral, and she bucked like a pony. I thought the finger in her ass was going to get broken, she squeezed it so tight. It was a good thing she had let Donna go home early. She was screaming so loudly I hoped the neighbors didn't call the emergency squad. The Ice Queen was anything but, once she got going.

And we fucked. Oh, Lord, how we fucked. There was nothing she wouldn't try, and I was her eager disciple. We made sure to mess up my guest room bed so it looked like I had slept in it, but we spent the night together in her bed.

In fact, we pretty much fucked the week away. She was insatiable. She gave the staff paid vacation time so we could be unbothered and there were whole days when we never got dressed. I was falling in love. She really wasn't my aunt, you know, it was just that her husband's grandfather and Dad's grandfather were brothers, so Dad and Trey were cousins, or something like that. They had played together as kids, just as we did, and stayed close over the years.

She noticed, I guess, and once when we were cuddled in the bed just talking, she brought me back to earth. "Ben, you're going to meet a woman and fall in love, and she will be the luckiest woman on earth. I'm not her, Honey. I love you and I've loved our time, but keep your focus." Then she laughed. "I hope there will be other times, too, OK?"

That was what I needed. Our talks got more and more intimate and finally she really opened up. "You all think I'm a bitch, don't you? Your Mother hates me, doesn't she?" She started crying, and explained. She was a rich girl who married a rich man. She never had to prove herself, so she never knew what she could have done. She didn't even like her name, but it had been her grandmother's name, so she got it. She didn't want to pass it on to Ruthie, but her father insisted. Ah, the cost of being in the rich class.

"I'm so glad you're following your passion with chemistry," she said. "I always wanted to be a lawyer."

I was taken aback. How could such a rich woman be dissatisfied, but she was clearly disappointed with her life. As the kids grew up and moved away, she confided that she was afraid she would be lonely and end up a bitter woman, disappointed in what she never did. I learned a lot about her, and also about myself. I had been bitter, maybe, about the disparity in our family incomes. Now I knew that money and status don't buy happiness. Love gives happiness. In the end, we're all just struggling through life looking for it.

I wasn't going to have her self-doubts, not in this beautiful and sweet (yes, sweet) woman. I knew her better now than anyone else in the family knew her, and I loved her. "Ruth, you just never give anyone a chance to know how wonderful you are. You think people around here just take your money you give to your projects, and maybe they do. But if you let them know you, they'll love you. Hell, I didn't love you when I came up here. I didn't even like you. I love you now, because I know you now. Before I left to come here, Mom told me to be extra nice to you because she thought you were making a gesture. Give her a chance, and she'll love you." I paused and got a little grin. "Have I been extra nice to you, Aunt Ruth?"

She hugged me and then reached for my dick. "Oh, you've been a nice little boy and I'll be sure to tell your Mother."

Then we got to it again. And again. And again.

Before either of us knew it, my time with her was up and we were saying goodbye in the circular driveway. My thoughts were full of her as I drove home. Mom met me at the door, gave me one of her hugs, and suddenly my thoughts were somewhere else. If Ruth was so hungry for sex, what about Mom? I can't say I ever heard her and Dad going at it anymore, so maybe she yearned for more. "Hmmm," I thought. "That bears more thinking."

Mom and Dad were eager to hear about Ruth and how we had gotten on. I told them that she had been cool and aloof at first, but that after awhile she had warmed up and we had gotten along very well. That night, Ruth called Mom. I don't think she had ever called Mom before, and you could see the shock on Mom's face when she realized who was on the line. I was listening eagerly to Mom's side of the conversation, and it was clear Ruth was bragging about how hard I had worked and what a nice young man I was. Mom was practically crying, hearing something like that from bitchy Aunt Ruth. She shooed me and Dad away, and they must have been on the telephone for an hour. I could hear Mom in the kitchen, and she was chatting away like she was talking with her best friend.

After the call ended, Mom came into the den where Dad, Joanie, Heather, and I were sitting. "You won't believe it. Ruth wants us to come again for Labor Day. Can you imagine? Ben, you must have drugged her or something. She was honestly sweet."

So we went for Labor Day, and it was a blast. Ruth was practically bubbly, and even her own family noticed. She and Mom were like best friends, spending hours talking about everything. Ruth and I got one afternoon together on Saturday, when she borrowed me for a trip to the nursery to look at some plants she wanted. Yeah, right. We drove to the park, found a secluded spot, and got right back to where we had left off. Rich Ruth, the Ice Queen, gave me a blowjob in the back seat of the car.

I saw Ruthie, but only for part of a day. She had a project at school she had to finish, so she left early. She pulled me aside Saturday night while everyone was clustered in the cinema room - yes, they had a cinema room - and kissed me. "Thanks, Benny. I don't know what you did with my Mother, but I've never seen her like this. We've always known her coldness with everyone but us was an act, and I'm glad she's finally letting her hair down. You gonna tell me what happened?"

"No," I replied, blushing.

"Well, I owe you one," and she kissed me again. It was a damned good kiss.

This time for the photo shoot, Mom scooted to my side and I put my arm around her. As Trey lined up the shot I had a flashback to what I had done with Ruth, and as we waited for the shutter to click, I slid my hand down to Mom's butt and gave a little squeeze. Jeez, it felt good. I was just being devilish, but imagine my surprise when Mom did the same thing Ruth had done. She put her hand over mine and held it on her butt. Holy Mackerel. Did women get lessons on that? What were the chances she would do the same thing Ruth had done? Did it carry the same message? Well, there were several shots and I kept my hand on Mom's butt the whole time, gently rubbing my fingers down her crack.

When the photo was done, Mom gave me one of her Mom hugs. With everyone else behind us and occupied with their own chattering, I slid my hand down to her ass and pulled her onto my dick. There was no doubt she knew it was there. She kissed me lightly on the lips, and said, "You are something. What am I going to do with you?"

I said, "I know what I wish you'd do with me," and laughed to ease the tension. She just smiled, and walked over to talk with Ruth. I glanced around, and Joanie was watching me. She mouthed, "You perv," and laughed.

Now what happened then is a story for another day. This story is about we kids, so I'll let you wait for Mom.

After that, our families got closer, yet we kids drew farther apart. Mom and Ruth were pretty tight, and Ruth would even come to our place with Uncle Trey on the farm visits, which got pretty frequent. Trey liked the farm, and even talked of buying one himself. Ruth seemed to have needed a friend, and Mom became that for her. I almost cracked up when Mom recounted how Ruth had even gone with her to the chicken coop to get fresh eggs. I could imagine her getting poop on her expensive shoes. But we kids had gone our separate ways, it seemed, and were scattered around the country. Time passed. I finished my doctorate in chemistry, which was a slog, and Ruthie had passed the bar exam and was an attorney. Mom kept me caught up on what all Ruth's kids were doing and, I have to say, Joanie, Heather, and I had pretty much matched or bettered them.

I had gotten a position in a large chemical corporation and had my first project. To be honest, I was totally focused on it, day and night, and if Mom gave me details over the telephone about Ruthie, I missed them. But one night I had hit my limit and decided to stop at the local watering hole. I wanted a couple of drinks, and I wanted some action. The drinks were easy. The action was not. I had not gotten laid for a long time, and I wondered if I had lost my touch. So, I just watched the football game on the big screen and enjoyed the chattering crowd around me.

Across the bar I saw a young woman, dressed in a business suit, with dark hair. Her hair looked like a mink's fur, which I had always liked in Ruth's and Ruthie's hair. You know what I'm talking about - shiny, silky, and dark with a hint of red to it in the right light. I thought, "Wow, she looks like Ruthie a little bit." It couldn't be Ruthie, though. She had long hair, and this woman's was cut in a kind of bob just below her ears. She turned around and I could see her face. As I said, Ruthie was always the preppie sort and I don't know if I had ever seen her in makeup. This woman was made up to the nines and was a knock out. And then it hit me. It was Ruthie, and at that moment our eyes met.

While hopes of scoring still were in my mind, they were pushed to the side by the joy of seeing her. We got a small table and when my tiredness hit me and I looked at my iPhone to check the time, four hours had passed. We were closing the damned place. Ruthie was working at a law firm, and her hours were as bad as mine. We went out to the sidewalk, kissed in a family sort of way, and agreed to meet for dinner that weekend.

That started it. My social life became Ruthie. We never did anything sexual - we were beyond that and I didn't want to offend her - but I thoroughly enjoyed her company and I think she enjoyed mine. You know the "first date jitters?" Well, I never had that with Ruthie. We weren't dating, we were family. We were comfortable together. She told me she hated the name "Ruthie," and made me promise to always call her Ruth when we were around her friends. She explained the same thing Ruth had told me about the name, and I acted surprised. Old money, it seems, like to use old names. I guess they think it sets them apart, like their family line is so important, or something. We laughed about it, Ruthie and I. You'll never meet an old money girl with a trendy, modern name, so I would laughingly call her, "Wendy," or "Brandy," or other modern names. She'd always laugh and stop me. "No, with you, I'm always just plain old Ruthie, nothing more." And she was. We started meeting a couple of times a week. Our conversations at the start were about family and our memories, but soon progressed to the point that we shared everything. Ruthie had had a disastrous relationship in law school with a professor, and said she felt pretty burned with men.

One night we were talking about relationships and how bogus it all was. "If only I could find someone as nice as you, Ben," she said, and started to say something else when she stopped. "What's wrong? You look sad. Are you tired?"

I was exhausted from work and I guess she caught me in a vulnerable moment, so I blurted the truth. "Ruthie, I've never told you this, but I've always loved you. Goddammit, I wouldn't have a chance with you for a bunch of reasons, and it breaks my heart. So, that's why I look so sad."

She reached across the table and took my hand. "Ben, oh, Ben. Do you think I don't feel the same way about you?"

"What way? Say it, Ruthie. Am I just the nice guy, or is there more?"

She started crying. "It's you, Ben. I've loved you as long as I can remember. I always told Mother that I wanted to find someone like you, when what I really wanted was you. You're the first boy I kissed." Then she leaned forward and whispered. "And yours were the first lips on my breast."

And that started it. We went slowly and carefully, treading on eggshells, but from that moment, we were in love. Oh, believe me, we researched everything we could find about laws regarding cousins marrying. Ruthie was a bulldog lawyer, and she even prepared a brief on her research. The bottom line, as she saw it, was that there was no state in the union where we couldn't marry. The only sensitive part was that we shared the same last name, but we figured that would be pretty funny, after all. She could be Ruth Nelson Nelson.

We had some fun with that. If we were out with people, Ruthie would introduce me as Ben Nelson. They would always remark, "But that's your name, isn't it?" Ruthie would kiss me in a suggestive way and say something like, "Oh, yeah. He's my brother." They'd be shocked, of course. Then we'd crack up as we explained we were only distant cousins, if that.

I was elated - we finally were talking about getting married, but there was the real hurdle. Our families. I thought mine would be okay with it, but what about Ruth and Trey. I mean, Ruthie had been a damned debutante. They expected her to marry money and status. Unless my patents came through on the results of my research, I'd never have a lot of money. You don't see a lot of chemists on the list of rich people. Ruthie didn't care about money. She was on the track for partnership and would make plenty of money. But Uncle Trey and Aunt Ruth would care.

Add to that the fact that I had fucked her Mother. I still fucked her Mother every chance I got, and it was glorious. Ruth would hit the roof. You remember that movie? The Graduate? The one with Dustin Hoffman where he screwed his girlfriend's Mother. Yeah. Ruth would hit the roof. Besides, Ruthie and I were honest with each other about previous relationships, except for that one. How could I tell her? Should I tell her?

We had, by this time, moved in together. I'm not going to relate details about our sex life, because I loved Ruthie, but I will say that the nut didn't fall far from the tree. Take Ruth's natural hunger and add a truly adventurous spirit, and that was Ruthie. There were times when I thought I wouldn't be able to walk, she fucked me so hard. The first time we had sex, we cried in each other's arms.

It was kind of funny, our living together. We used our cellphones so when our parents called they had no idea we were together. We'd shush each other to make sure they never knew that when they were talking with one of us, the other was right there. I still remember, and laugh at, the time Ruthie was talking with her Mom while I was eating Ruthie's pussy. If only Ruth knew how I was applying the lessons she taught me.