My Auntie, Claire:

Even as my conscience screamed "NO!", I could not help myself, I knelt once again between my Auntie’s legs and entered her for a second time. I supported my weight with my arms extended on each side of her body and watched as my penis disappeared inside her. I thrust myself deeply into her, once…twice…three times…a fourth…and then, with a cry that was a mixture of pleasure and despair, my orgasm erupted into her for a third time.

Moments later, I withdrew quickly and gently put her legs together. I lowered her nightgown and pulled up the bedclothes around her. Then, I quickly gathered up my clothes and switched off the light.

I lay in my bed, tossing and turning for the remainder of he night, anguished and panicked by my recklessness. My god, I had actually raped my Auntie, it seemed impossible to comprehend. And, not just once, Jesus, I came inside her three times. What on earth was I going to do if she became pregnant? I broke out in a cold sweat, my heart pounding with anxiety as the hours passed.

In the morning, I listened as my Auntie rose from her bed and made her way into the bathroom for her morning shower. I arrived at the breakfast table very much worse for wear. The only sleep I had managed to get at all had been a very short doze just before I heard her alarm clock. My head felt woozy from lack of sleep and my body ached from my exertions of the night before. By contrast, Auntie seemed positively buoyant, her warm smile radiating and brightening her countenance. Over breakfast, she informed me, cheerfully, how wonderfully she slept and remarked how tremendously successful the pill seemed to work for her. I was, at least, able to take some solace in the fact that she seemed completely oblivious of my indiscretions with her.

As she prepared to leave for work, she informed me that she might be a little late getting home from work that evening and for me to fend for myself as far as dinner was concerned. She explained that she had made another doctor’s appointment for late that afternoon.

"I slept so well last night, and things are going so well, I’m sure he’ll want to prescribe the pills." She smiled

All that morning, I kept falling asleep in my classes. I really began to feel awful too. Just after lunch, I met with my guidance counselor and informed her that I was feeling poorly and would be taking the afternoon off.

I returned home about two in the afternoon and flopped myself down on my bed for a much needed rest. I awoke some time later, hearing the front door open and close. "Oh, no." I thought to myself, I must have slept right through the day. I looked at the clock to see that it was only 3:30. Surprised, I got up quickly and quietly, making my way to the door and peering through the crack to look down the hallway.

With quiet some measure of surprise, I saw my Auntie standing there in the kitchen, her back to me. Curious, and not immediately wishing to make my presence known, I watched surreptitiously as she reached up into the cupboard, where she kept her medications and prescriptions, and took down the bottle I immediately recognized as the one containing her sleeping pills. She reached into a small white paper bag and withdrew a small box. She tore it open and took out a small bottle, which she then opened. I watched in confusion as she poured the contents of the bottle into her prescription bottle and then put it into her purse, throwing the empty bottle and the box it came in into the garbage.

Moments later, she grabbed up her purse and left the house, locking the door behind her. Curious, I made my way down the hallway to the kitchen. I opened the lid of the wastebasket and took out the box she had just discarded. It was a small bottle of Bayer baby aspirin. "What the hell?" I thought. "Baby aspirin? It did not make any sense, but I shrugged if off and made my way back to my bedroom to resume my nap.

Auntie arrived home at her usual time, telling me with a smile that she had managed to get an earlier appointment. She opened her purse and took out the small prescription bottle. "I have enough pills to last me over a month now." She smiled, opening the cupboard and placing the bottle inside.

I was confused. Later that evening, as she showered and changed her clothing, I opened the cupboard and took down her prescription bottle. Opening the bottle, I poured some of the contents out into the palm of my hand. They were all the same small, pink tablets that I immediately recognized as baby aspirin. Indeed, each pill had the distinctive "Bayer" imprinted upon it. My mind reeled. She said these were her sleeping pills. Why would she lie to me?

Suddenly, the logic all fell into place and I was astonished. "My god!…Oh, my god!" I gasped aloud and quickly replaced the pills where I had found them. I wobbled on weak knees to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa.

My mind reeled. She KNEW. My god, the stunning certainty of it staggered my imagination. How could it be? What, if anything, did it mean?

Several minutes later, she came into the living room wearing her robe and a towel, wrapped like a turban around her head. She sat on the sofa beside me and picked up the newspaper from the coffee table and began to read. I did my best to appear composed and casual, watching television as I did most evenings.

As it got later, we got up and began to get some dinner together. I helped her in the kitchen and made a salad while she went off to the bathroom to dry her hair. She returned wearing a short, casual pullover dress. We ate our dinner, chatting casually about her day and what I managed to accomplish in school. I was proud of myself for maintaining my casual composure and feigning my ignorance of her deception.

As I thought of it, I began to doubt that which I had been so sure of earlier. It seemed almost incomprehensible to think that my Auntie could be so devious, it wasn’t like her. If she had only pretended to be unconscious, her acting performance would have been world class, academy award material. The more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

But, hours later, as I watched television, she got up from the sofa, went to the kitchen and returned with the bottle of pills that I knew were only baby aspirin. She made rather a production of taking out a pill and washing it down with the last of her wine. She smiled at me.

"Well," She said, "I guess I’m off to bed. Will you look in on me again later?"

Stunned, I nodded absently and watched her walk away, certain now, beyond the shadow of any doubt, that she not only knew of the intimacies I had perpetrated upon her, but also was actively condoning further intimacies and providing me the opportunity.

I switched off the television and sat in the silence. It all seemed so inconceivable. Auntie was waiting for me in her bed and, after the events of the previous evening, she would, more than likely be expecting me to have sex with her again. She was, by continuing her pretense, allowing it to happen all over again.

In all honesty, my predominant emotion at that moment was more embarrassment than anticipation or lust. In all those intimate moments of the past three days, I had pretty much bared my emotional soul to her and it unnerved me tremendously to know that she was completely aware of my feelings. It eased my mind considerably to think that Auntie could seem so casually unconcerned about the possibility of pregnancy, she must, I assumed, be practicing some method of birth control. For several minutes I actually entertained the idea of going to her bedroom and maintaining the charade. But, the more I thought about it, the more I came to the realization that I would not be able to do it.

Finally, I turned off all the lights and went to her bedroom. She lay much the same as she had the night before, pretending to have fallen asleep while reading. I removed her glasses and her book, then walked around her bed to the far side and sat down beside her with my back to the headboard.

She looked so very lovely there in the lamplight. I bent my head and kissed her lightly on her forehead.

"Auntie?" I whispered. "Auntie…I’m sorry to have to say this to you…I really am. This is really embarrassing for me Auntie…but I know…that you aren’t really asleep right now."

She lay completely motionless and silent, with only a single slight tremor in her lower lip to betray her completely believable performance.

I spoke softly and slowly, telling her how I had come home early and accidentally seen how she had poured the bottle of baby aspirin into her prescription bottle. As I spoke, her lower lip began to tremble noticeably. When I finished, she inhaled deeply and pressed her lips together tightly. I could see tears welling between her eyelids. Suddenly she turned away from me and pressed her face into her pillow. Her shoulders began to shake and I could hear her muffled sobs.

"Oh, Auntie." I sighed softly, placing my hand gently on her shoulder. "Auntie…it’s all right.

After a moment, she seemed to relax and her crying stopped. "You must think me a terrible person." She murmured softly, keeping her face averted.

"No, Auntie…not at all." I placated, caressing her bare shoulder tenderly. "I…well…I would think that it would be more the other way around."

She turned her head and looked at me, her eyes wet with her tears. "How can you think that? None of this was your doing."

I turned and took several tissues from the dispenser on her night table and gave them to her. She blotted her eyes and then gently blew her nose. "Thank you." She said quietly.

She sat up and, with the sheet pulled up to her neck; she drew up her knees and wrapped her arms about her legs. She sighed heavily and lay her cheek against her knee, looking at me expectantly. "I suppose…" She began tentatively, "I should, somehow, try to explain."

I nodded. "I was kind of hoping you would."

She laughed lightly and shook her head. "I suppose…it was my foolish pride and vanity that was to blame for most of it." She explained how discovering me with her dress form had given her an all-consuming curiosity to know what or who the focus of my fantasy with it had been.

"I guess, deep down inside, I just really needed to know if you were…imagining yourself with me that day." She said softly, looking directly into my eyes. "And…" She shrugged, I concocted up that whole story about the sleeping pills to see what you would do if you had…an opportunity."

I felt my cheeks begin to burn and she smiled wistfully. "You’re blushing." She said, reaching out to touch my cheek with her fingertips. "I think that’s very sweet."

I looked away, unable to hold her direct look.

"I suppose…" She said, withdrawing her hand, "I found out everything I needed to know that very first night on the sofa…and…I probably should have let that night be the first, last and only time for something like that to ever happen between us."

I nodded, keeping my face averted. "So…why didn’t you?"

She was silent for several moments. "I know this may sound like an awful thing for me to say, honey…but…in all honesty…I liked it. I liked it very much."

I glanced over at her to see she was looking at me intently. I swallowed. "Really?"

She nodded. "Is that so hard to believe?"

I shrugged. "I don’t know."

"It’s been a very long time…since anyone’s looked at me the way you do…or touched me so affectionately. It’s a very…appealing prospect for…a woman my age…to be thought of as attractive and sexy by a handsome young man…even if he is my nephew."

She smiled at me and, again, I had to look away self-consciously.

"Did you really think I never noticed how you looked at me all these years?"

I started, looking at her in surprise to see her smiling winsomely at me.

"I suppose that, as your Auntie, I should have done the responsible thing way back then and said or done something to discourage your obvious attraction for me."

I felt my cheeks burning once more. "Was I…was I that obvious?" I stammered.

She shook her head and smiled. "I wouldn’t say that…I don’t think your Mother ever noticed…but…it was obvious to me."

I looked away in embarrassment. It was hard to believe that I had been seen through so easily.

She reached out and placed her hand on mine. "It’s all right, honey…it really is…I’m not telling you this to make you uncomfortable or embarrassed."

I looked at her and smiled tentatively. I turned my hand and we entwined our fingers affectionately.

"So?" She began softly, bringing her other hand to hold mine in both of hers, "Now that we have no secrets from one another…I suppose we need to talk about what happens now."

I nodded but said nothing.

"I don’t know how you feel about it…but, I think we only have two options." She continued.

I looked at her, listening patiently.

"If you want to…we can try to go back to the way we were…before any of this began. We can try to put all of this behind us…and, somehow, pretend nothing ever happened between us."

I looked at her expectantly and nodded.

"Or…we can both be adult about it…and admit that we seem to have an attraction for one another…and, perhaps…we might reach some sort of understanding."

She looked into my eyes for a response. I swallowed. "What do you want to do?" I asked softly.

She smiled and took a deep breath. "That’s a tough one, honey. I’m really torn between what I should do…and what I want to do. I…was hoping you might help me out a little by telling me what your feelings are."

I felt my cheeks flush. She smiled and squeezed my hand affectionately. "It’s all right, honey." She said softly, "Just tell me exactly what you’re thinking…I need to know how you feel…or, it’ll be impossible for me make any kind of rational decision."

"Well…" I began, tentatively, looking away to avoid the intensity of her gaze, "I think that…if you wanted to…maybe we could…do the adult thing you just mentioned."

She gasped aloud and her hands tightened reflexively on mine. "Oh…Oh, I’m so glad to hear you say that." She said, her voice filled with emotion. "Because…that’s how I feel too."

I could see that she was close to tears and I smiled at her. "I’m glad you feel that way too." I said.

She bent her head close and I turned toward her. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on my lips. I kissed her back in the same fashion. "Oh, James." She sighed, and then pressed her lips to mine. We kissed very tenderly for a long while, her lips moving sensuously on mine. Then her mouth opened and I felt her tongue touch mine. She moaned softly deep in her throat. She pulled her head back and looked into my eyes.

"You kiss very nicely." She whispered, her voice deep with emotion. She released my hand and slipped her arm about my neck, pulling me close. She kissed me again, pressing her lips warmly against mine. We kissed for a long time, our lips moving sensuously against one another. I lifted my hand and gently cupped her breast as we kissed and she moaned softly once more and I felt her body press against mine. I kneaded her heavy bosom tenderly while we continued to kiss, feeling her nipple become erect against my fingers. Her breathing became noticeably heavy. She placed her hand on my thigh, and a moment later she slid her hand up and rested it over the bulge in the front of my jeans. She stroked the length of my erection gently, and I flinched at the sensuality of her fingers against me.

She broke the kiss, looking into my eyes, her chest rising rapidly. "Why…don’t you…take off your clothes…and…get into bed with me."

I nodded, trying to act casual, but my heart was racing. "My God." I thought as I stood up beside the bed, "My God…it’s really going to happen." I grasped the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head, very self-conscious as she watched me, her eyes following every move I made. The sheet had fallen away from her chest and her breasts were dramatically highlighted and visible behind he sheer fabric of her nightgown.

I unbuttoned the fly of my jeans and pushed then down over my hips. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them, wearing only my briefs, which bulged obscenely from the urgency of my erection. I glanced at her to see she was staring directly at the front of my briefs. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and pushed them down. My erection sprang free and bobbed in front of me.

"Oh, honey." She sighed, smiling at my erection. "You look beautiful."

I smiled back at her self-consciously, feeling my cheeks burning with renewed embarrassment.

She slid across the bed to where I was standing and, sliding her legs off of the mattress, sat up in front of me. She reached out her arms and placed her hands on each side of my hips, smiling up at me.

"The most difficult part of my pretense…" She said softly, "was not being able to touch you." She moved her hands over my stomach, up to my chest and then down over my hips to caress my thighs. "I wanted to touch you so badly."

I reached out and gently ran my fingers through her hair. She smiled up at me and then leaned closer to kiss my stomach. I flinched at the intimacy of her lips on my stomach. She slid her hands up the back of my thighs and cupped my buttocks as she traced her lips down the center of my stomach to my navel. She turned her head and slid her cheek against my penis.

"Oh, honey." She sighed, turning her face to me and kissing the tip of my penis lightly. She slid her hands from my buttocks and gently took hold of my erection, stroking very lightly.

"Oh, Auntie." I sighed, stroking her hair.

She bent her head and kissed the tip of my penis once more while her hands caressed me lightly. I looked down and almost gasped with incredulity to see the tip of her tongue flick out and lightly trace the contour of the tip of my penis. I gasped aloud at the exquisite sensuality of her tongue and watched as her lips closed over the tip and she caressed me with the warmth of a kiss.

Suddenly, her mouth was on me and I could feel the flat of her tongue against the underside of my penis. She moved her head, pulling with her lips as her tongue moved with intense sensuality. She moaned deep in her throat and began to move her head rapidly.

I cried aloud, feeling my orgasm rise to the immediacy of her ministrations. "Auntie!" I gasped, "Auntie…no…I"

She made no effort to stop what she was doing; taking one hand from my penis to grasp my buttocks firmly while the other hand slid down to gently cup my testicles.

I exploded into her mouth, holding my body still while her head bobbed rapidly in front of me. I held her head lightly in my hands as I let myself go.

"Umhmm…umhmm…umhmm." She murmured softly as I ejaculated, taking my semen eagerly.

As my orgasm began to wane, she slowed her movements, pulling her head back and looking up at me with just the tip of my penis in her mouth. She pulled her head back, releasing my penis, a long string of saliva extending from the tip of my penis to her lower lip.

"Oh, honey!" She breathed huskily, "Honey…I need you so badly."

She lay back onto the bed, parting her legs and lifting the hem of her nightgown. "Come here, baby…come on." She said, holding her arms out to me.

Without hesitation, I bent down to her. She raised her head and brought her lips to mine. We kissed passionately as she pulled me to her. Our bodies came together and I thrilled to the sensation of her smooth skin against mine. Her hand reached between us and guided me to her vagina. I pressed forward and slid myself deeply into her. She moaned into my mouth and her arm tightened about my neck. I thrust my hips forward, driving myself deeper inside her with each press of my hips. She tore her lips from mine with a cry and arched her back, lifting her legs and pressing her pelvis up into me as I thrust down into her. She grasped me tightly, her hands grasping my shoulders firmly as she flailed her hips almost frantically against me. I pressed my hips down onto her tightly, trying to hold myself inside her as she writhed with a surprising speed and strength beneath me.