Incest WW2 Style

"Charlie, again I want to say how embarrassed and sorry I am that you saw what you did."

"That's ok aunt, er sorry Rose," Charlie said remembering that ages ago she had said to call her by her name rather than title when they were alone.

"I should not have been doing that especially at that time of day."

"That's up to you really Rose isn't it?"

"Yes, but I put you in an embarrassing position and I am sorry."

"I told it was ok and er, oh I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

For a few moments Charlie couldn't think how to put it or to explain his feelings. Also he wasn't sure he should explain them for Rose might get mad. But he had to tell her, something was telling him.

Avoiding her gaze, Charlie said in almost a whisper. "I told you it was the most exciting thing I have ever seen."

That pleased Rose, but at the same time worried her for she wondered whether he would be able to resist telling his mates and especially his cousins.

"Was it really Charlie?"

"Oh my god yes, it was amazing."

"More exciting than when you had sex?"

"That was different; oh I can't explain what I mean."

"Maybe because you should not have seen me doing that?"

"Possibly yes, but also Rose you are so sexy and attractive."

Rose fell for the flattery, although Charlie did not mean it as such; he was just telling the truth for in reality he was so out of his depth with the conversation.

"Am I Charlie, do you think so really?"

Charlie looked up and saw the swell of her breasts in the cream, silky button up the front blouse. Their gazes locked.

"Yes Rose I do, I always have."

"Really?"

"Yes honestly."

"Oh Charlie," Rose said putting her hand on top of his.

Now Charlie was not thinking at all, he was on autopilot. "I think I am in love with you," he mumbled.

'Oh fuck,' Rose thought, but then wondered whether she could turn that to her advantage.

"You can't be Charlie."

"I can and I think I am."

"Charlie listen to me. I am your aunt, your mother's sister and I am old enough, just, to be your mother and I am married."

"Yes I know and that's ok."

"You know that we could never be together as I love Jack."

"Yes I realise that and I should not have told you."

"I am pleased you did Charlie, but look you must promise me that you will never mention it to anyone."

"No, of course I wouldn't, I promise."

"It can be our secret can't it?" Rose said standing up and walking round the table to stand beside her nephew.

"Yes, it will be our secret. I promise Rose," Charlie went on looking up at her. Their eyes met and Rose saw the combination of desire and excitement in Charlie's eyes that she saw often in Jack's and now and then in other suitors who she turned down.

"You really promise me that Charlie?" She asked feeling a surge of warmth in her breasts as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Yes I do," he responded shivering slightly from the feel of Rose's hand on his shoulder.

She bent forward and kissed him on the top of his head.

"Thank you Charlie," she whispered as surges of desire ran through her as she thought to herself. 'Why not, it could work, she could trust him she was sure?'

Leaving her lips touching his head she stayed in that slightly bent position with her spectacular breasts hanging down in front of her nephew's eyes. God how he so wanted to lift his hand up and cup them or, even more slide his hand up inside her blouse. Almost involuntarily, though he didn't do that, but his hand slid round her waist and rested on her hip. His touch felt incredible to her. It was the first sexually oriented touch she had experienced since Jack left just over six weeks ago. To Charlie the sensation of feeling her hip under his hand was about as erotic and sexually thrilling as it had been when he had first touched Lily Smithson's breasts or when he had got his hand up Emily Groves' skirt and had fingered a girl for the first time. There was just that little excess on Rose's hips that gives an older woman the voluptuousness that differentiates her from a young kid and provides her with the ability to have a deliciously profound sway of the hips and wiggle of her bum.

Neither of them moved for what seemed an age. It was as if they were frozen or they had been cast in stone. Similar thoughts, but from differing perspectives were going through their minds.

'Fuck I am touching her hip and she's not stopping me," Charlie was thinking his young, virile mind wondering whether she would let him go further or more to the point whether he would have the guts to try.

'God that feels so good,' Rose was thinking working out in her mind if she could get away with the plan that was forming in her mind.

Without thinking any further she kissed his head again and lifted her hand and stroked the back of his neck. Charlie, equally unconsciously, squeezed her hip a little more firmly thinking how sexy it was having his head kissed, something that had not happened to him before. She fondled the back of his neck and pulled it towards her. Leaning even further forward she cradled his head against her full breasts.

'Oh fucking lord,' Charlie groaned to himself as part of his face and head were engulfed in her soft, lovely smelling bosom.

'Shall I? Is it worth the risk? Can I trust him?' she was asking herself as waves of desire and arousal swept over her, but knowing that she could still pull back with no loss of face.

'Will she let me? Should I try something? What if she is just being friendly and I am wrong and she tells mum and dad?'

'What if I am misreading the situation and he does not want me, after all I am his aunt and old enough to be his mum?'

'Can I do something to test the waters?' Charlie was asking himself.

'What if I get it wrong and he tells Daisy?'

"Surely a spectacular bird like her could get any man so why me?"

"To him I am so old and that might put him off."

Charlie turned and lifted his head. Rose moved hers. Their faces were just inches apart. Their eyes met. She parted her lips and then just like in the movies the two faces closed the small gap between them and they were kissing.

All thoughts and doubts, concerns and uncertainties left Charlie's mind so overpowering were the sensations as her lips moulded themselves to his. He had never been kissed like it before. In fact he had not really been kissed before as it had always been him leading the way. It was so different to be led. It was also so different to be kissed in the way that Rose was kissing him. Open mouthed, she alternated between kissing his top lip, then his bottom then both together. Her tongue licked round his lips and gums and it found the tip of his tongue that it pressed. As much as she kissed his lips she also sucked them, giving him sensations he had not experienced before. It really was a very grown up kiss he was thinking, but then Rose was very grown up.

She hadn't really planned it. She had not thought it through. Even as she had stroked his neck and pulled his face against her chest she had not made up her mind. However, her instincts and sexual needs had taken over when Charlie had lifted his face and looked up at her. She saw the desire in his eyes and felt his hand squeezing the flesh on her hip and then bingo they were kissing. But once their lips met her womanly intuition kicked in and she was determined that it would be the best kiss he had ever had.

With her standing and Charlie still sitting the kiss went on for some time. Her hands were mainly on his head and neck, his arms went round her hips and his hands held and squeezed her hips and bottom through the thick woollen skirt she was wearing. At last they broke the kiss and Rose's senses returned. Holding his face in both of her hands she looked at him with a slight smile on her face.

"Oh Rose," he groaned.

"Oh Charlie," she muttered. "What are we doing?"

He stood up his arms still round her. Now, though, their bodies were touching and she realised that he was hard.

"I don't know," he sighed leaning forward and going to kiss her again, but she moved her face.

"No Charlie we musn't."

"Why not?"

"It's wrong."

"Was I no good?" He asked now totally confused.

"No, I mean yes you were fine, but we cannot do it again," she said, knowing full well that what she most wanted right at that moment was to do it again and again and again come to that. Feeling his arms around her and her hands on his neck and back had been such a comfort for her. It had been so long since she had been held and caressed. But mostly it was feeling his erection pressing against the softness of her tummy that had got to her. The sheer sexual magnetism of feeling that against her pubic mound and having her rather prominent clit stimulated by it made her lose her reasoning. And whilst her mind was saying no, her body was screaming yes, yes, yes.

"Why can't we do it again?" Charlie asked tightening his grip on her and trying to find her lips with his. Several times she moved her head to avoid his, but the inevitable happened and they kissed again.

Again it went on and on, but this time it was not just their mouths that were involved, but their bodies as well. Her full breasts felt fantastic to Charlie as they pressed against his chest in the white shirt. And that squashing of her breasts felt fantastic to Rose as well. She had sensitive breasts and nipples and Charlie's young, firm chest against them sent wonderful shudders of want and pleasure through her.

Charlie was surprisingly relaxed, although he was still nervous and had no idea where this was leading. Rose kissing him again had boosted his confidence and holding her tightly with one hand pressing on her bra strap and the other on her waist he pulled her more firmly against his body. At the same time he pushed his lower body forward and thrust his erection harder against her, just as he had found out from doing it to other girls that women like that. That made Rose gasp with pleasure and she moaned. It felt so good, it made her head swim and her legs go weak. At that moment she knew that they would have sex. It had now become imperative, hugely attractive, inevitable and totally unavoidable, but still she knew risky and taboo.

Charlie was not so sure. He had been this far with girls before only to have the prick teasers stop him. So, as he thrust his bloated cock at his aunt he was still concerned that she might push him off. With his rigid and clearly generous sized cock on her mound, clit and tummy sending such wonderful sensations through her that was the last thing on her mind. She ground herself back against it, writhing and squirming her body as she tried to wring every last ounce of pleasure and arousal from it. Her hands were all over his head and back as she caressed and fondled her nephew.

"Oh god Charlie, oh my god," she mumbled between kissing his lips and pushing her tongue into his mouth.

"Rose, Rose," he groaned back his hands involuntarily finding the soft eroticism of the cheeks of her symmetrically perfect bottom.

"This is so wrong, it's so bad, we should stop,"

"We can't Rose, we just can't."

"But Charlie not only am I being unfaithful to Jack it's illegal,"

"Not to kiss it isn't."

"But to go further is."

"Are we going to go further Rose? Do you want to, will you let me?"

"Do you want to Charlie? Do you want to make love to me?"

"Yes Rose yes of course I do I have wanted to for so long."

She kissed him again. It was more fervid and hungry this time. Her lips writhed against his and her tongue plundered his mouth; he loved it. He was being kissed as he had never been kissed before. He returned his aunt's vigour and tongue duelling with a passion that he rarely showed to anyone let alone a bird he was about to fuck. In such situations he always played it cool, the bloke who had done it all, was used to getting laid and was almost doing the girl a favour; with Aunt Rose all that went out of the window and he lost his cool as much as she was seeming to be doing.

Rose could hardly believe just has how much passion she was feeling for Charlie, just how much she fancied him and how much she wanted him to fuck her. As his hand cupped and squeezed her breast so almost unthinking hers slid down between them and grasped his cock. Even through the thick, grey flannel it felt wonderful and was impressively thick, something she missed with Jack who was modest in both length and girth.

Charlie had probably never been as aroused as he was now and Rose had probably never wanted to have sex as much as she did right now.

"Oh Charlie, Charlie," she groaned. "This is so, so wrong."

"No it isn't Rose, we both want to so we must."

"But you know why I want to don't you?" She moaned into his ear as she felt him pull her blouse out from her skirt and slide his hand inside until his fingers were on the bare flesh of her breast. It felt fantastic.

Charlie was very bright and intuitive and was under no illusions. He combined his educated intelligence with a street-wise nature.

"Yes because Jack isn't here."

"And baby you do know that I love him and would not do this if he was here," she said kissing Charlie.

"Rose," Charlie began hesitantly. "I understand exactly what is happening and I am as happy as Larry to be your surrogate husband until he returns," he said gaining more confidence with each word, returning her kiss and squeezing the deliciously erotic, soft flesh of her killer tits.

Rose rubbed Charlie's so appealing cock through his trousers as he fumbled the buttons on her blouse undone and slid his hand inside. Her hands went to his belt and undoing that she fumbled two or three of the buttons open on his fly. Just as Rose plunged her hand inside her nephew's trouser and grasped his stunningly hard, big cock, common sense suddenly clicked in.

"What if they come down?"

"They won't they never do."

"But they might and we would be undressed."

"Let's go to the shelter," Charlie rather intelligently suggested.

"But what would we say if anyone caught is there."

"That we were cleaning it up."

Beaming him a big smile she said. "You clever boy, you are sure you have not done this before?"

"No of course not."

Grabbing his hand and holding the sides of her blouse together Rose led him through the scullery and out the back door.

"No wonder you are the first in the family to get to university," she said as they walked down the crazy paving pathway to the left of the well-kept lawn and approached the shelter. "Bugger, I forgot the key."

"Stay here, I'll get it," Charlie said running back up the pathway. As he got the key he was so excited at what was going to happen that he did not lose his erection at all.

They were quickly in the shelter. Being no electricity in there, Rose lit a few candles and Charlie locked the door. They turned to face each other and for a few moments said or did nothing. The enormity of what they were about to do gradually sunk in. Rose let go of her blouse that fell open so that her breasts, which were spilling out of the size too small bra that Jack insisted she wear, were on show to Charlie.

"Charlie," Rose whispered. "You are sure about this aren't you?"

"Yes very sure Rose."

"You know that you can never tell anyone about it don't you?"

"Yes I do."

"Promise me Charlie."

"I promise Rose I will never tell a soul."

"And you realise that when Jack is home on leave and when the war is over we will have to stop."

"Yes of course."

"Ok then Charlie," Rose said pausing and looking deep into his eyes before adding what were the sexiest words Charlie had ever heard. "Let's get undressed?"

Her heart was pounding and Rose could not remember being as aroused as she was as she undid the last couple of buttons on her blouse and took it off. The combination of the impending sex with Charlie, the forbidden nature of the taboo of incest and the risk they were taking by doing it in the air raid shelter whilst her sister and brother-in-law, Charlie's parents, slept upstairs was so powerful they almost made her forget. "Have you got anything?" She asked.

"What?"

"A rubber, a condom."

"Oh sod it, they are in my room."

"You had better get them, but be quiet we don't want to wake them up."

Charlie ran up the garden again hoping the neighbours would not see him and crept up the stairs. He listened at his parent's door and heard the low snores of his dad so he went into his room and got the packet of three that he kept tucked away where mum would not find them.

As quietly as he could he went back downstairs and out the back door. He ran down the path and into the shelter shutting and locking the door behind him. It took a moment or two for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when they did his pulses raced. Cat was lying on one of the mattresses under the sheet and blanket. She smiled up at him.

"Why don't you get undressed and join me Charlie," she whispered.

'Fuck is she naked?' He asked himself undoing his shirt and tearing that off. He was a little embarrassed taking his trousers and pants off as she looked on and even more so taking his socks off as he almost fell over. He got over that, though, when Rose said.

"Oh Charlie you are beautiful, come here."

He had never been told that he was beautiful before, but to Rose, his aunt, that was exactly how he looked as he covered the few feet to the bed. "You have a gorgeous body Charlie and you're so wonderfully well-endowed," she went on lifting the sheet and blanket to invite him into her bed and at the same time show him her body. As he slipped in he whispered,

"And you are beautiful too Rose and have a fantastic body."

"Make love to me Charlie."

They kissed and their naked bodies pressed together for the first time. It was sublime for both of them. His slightly hairy chest invigorated Rose's breasts and erect nipples and his swollen cock pressing up the length of her stomach aroused her to a level that she had not experienced since her husband had gone to war.

Her breasts against his chest, the softness of her stomach welcoming the rigid hardness of his cock and the smoothness of her skin all seemed new to Charlie. Yes he had held naked girls before, yes he had pressed his cock against them and yes he had squashed their breasts against his chest, but none had felt like this, none had felt like Rose, no none had felt like his aunt did as he held her in his arms.

"Make love to me Charlie, please make love to me," Rose moaned feeling the need to have a cock inside her as being so important.

Yes of course she wanted him to kiss her breasts, suck her nipples and lick her cunt. And yes of course she wanted to lick his balls and suck his cock. Naturally she wanted them to have foreplay, of course she wanted oral sex with him, but not now. Now was not the time for niceties, now was the time for a quick, urgent and dirty, incestuous fuck.

Charlie got that. He understood, he saw what she wanted. What he did not know for sure was why? Rose knew that she would cum very quickly. She knew that he would hardly have to touch her and her orgasm would burst over her and she needed to, as it were, get that out of the way. She knew also, well strongly suspected that her young nephew would not last long and that he would cum quickly. So almost in a calculated way Rose cajoled Charlie into fucking her quick and urgently so that they could move to the second half and maybe even the third very quickly.

He rolled on top of her. That was the only position he knew. None of the girls he had been with had straddled him or been interested in him fucking them doggy style. He and Rose kissed more, he liked that, she was so good. She was the only girl he had been with who kissed with her whole body and not just their lips. Rose's plundered his mouth, her hands gripped the taught, pert cheeks of his arse, she squirmed her gorgeously full tits against his chest and she embraced his achingly hard cock with the softness of her stomach.