Saving My Aunt

This is an idea that just popped into my head, so I got it down. I thought about saving it and expanding it, but I have about five other Works in Progress that I'm still actively writing. Not to mention several completed manuscripts in editing before I can get them published. (Though none of my completed manuscripts are for Literorica...)

I can't stress enough how quickly I wrote this. It was literally done in less than 24 hours, including the hasty edit. Likely there will be errors, but polish wasn't my goal here.

As always anyone in described/graphic sexual acts is over the age of 18, and consenting (though somewhat reluctant at first in this story). This is a work of pure fiction, from the author's mind.

I hope you enjoy!

Saving my Aunt

"I'm still not convinced. You know that right?" I asked as I turned onto the poorly labelled country road.

My mother replied through the phone connected to my truck, "Don't be like that. Your Aunt Victoria hasn't been the same since my brother passed from a heart attack."

I sighed. "I know. I'm just not sure if this is the best use of my time."

My mother sighed. "Peter Mitchel, visiting your grieving aunt isn't a waste of your time."

I chuckled. "I'm on my way there aren't I? Mom, I'm not saying it's a waste of time. That doesn't mean that I couldn't be out finding a job or something."

"Your aunt needs you."

I nodded. "I know. That's why I'm driving out here."

"Okay, Hun. I love you."

"Love you too Mom. Bye." I pressed the button on my steering wheel ending the call.

I peered out of the truck window at the passing countryside. It was such a beautiful area of the country.

Despite what I told my mother, my reluctance to visit my aunt didn't stem from my desire to be out looking for a new civilian job. I was reluctant to see her because I loved her more than a nephew should.

I always had mixed emotions about visiting my uncle's farm for a few months through the summers as a kid. When I was younger I didn't like being away from my parents. Aunt Phoebe, Uncle Don's first wife, always made me feel better. She made sure that Uncle Don would take me out hunting, fishing, and other fun things.

When Aunt Phoebe was killed in a car accident when I was nine, Uncle Don changed. When I came to visit after she died we didn't do fun things. He just had me help around the farm. He also got mean. He started yelling at me and calling me names. It seemed like nothing I did was ever right anymore.

I tried telling my parents I didn't want to go anymore, but they sent me anyway.

Things changed again when I went out for my annual visit one year. Somehow my uncle managed to find another wife. I was surprised when I stepped out of the car and there was a beautiful teenage girl there to greet me.

My uncle never explained how he met and married a woman twenty years younger than him. And she never explained why she wanted him.

When I stepped out of the car though, I fell hopelessly in love with Victoria. It may have been infatuation, but that didn't stop my feeling from becoming real as I grew.

A farmer driving along in his tractor pulled me out of my reminiscing, as I came up behind him. Glancing around I realized how close I was to my turn. Flicking my indicator, I made the turn onto her lane.

A short drive later, I was parked in front of the old farmhouse. Turning off the engine to my truck I simply stared out at the house. I had not been back since I joined the military twelve years ago and it became clear that my uncle hadn't been maintaining the house.

Then I saw her, my Venus. Aunt Victoria stepped out of the house onto the wrap-around porch, and a few things shocked me.

Firstly, I thought I had prepared myself to see her. I wanted to make the effort to be the nephew who had familial thoughts, not one with lewd thoughts. Any preparations I'd made were completely useless. I was still hopelessly in love with the woman and knew she would continue to feature in my fantasies.

Secondly was her appearance. Her inherent beauty was still there, nothing could change or take that away, but it was clear that my mother's statement about my aunt not being the same was a gross understatement. Her flaming hair was unkempt and in a loose bun. She was wearing worn-out clothing that was dirty and torn in several places; something that she would NEVER have worn before. I couldn't tell if she had gained or lost weight because her clothing didn't fit her properly, and hung loose.

Finally, I was shocked, seeing her face. Her expression as she stepped out, looked like that of a person who was dead inside. When she saw me in my truck though, her expression changed. The light came on in her eyes, and her mouth twisted into a smile.

I quickly got out of my truck, and Victoria came running down the steps. She slammed into me at full force. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I was more than happy to return the gesture.

When I left to join the military at eighteen, I was a boy. I may have been a little taller, but I wasn't much bigger than Victoria then. I'd grown. Now several inches taller, and over a hundred pounds of muscle heavier.

Victoria's head tucked under my chin, and she fit comfortably in my arms.

She pressed her body against me, and I couldn't help but feel her magnificent breasts pressed into me.

"Pete, it's so good to see you!"

I gave her a little squeeze. "It's good to see you too."

She released me and stepped back to arm's length. She didn't let me go though.

"How've you been doin'?" I asked.

She shrugged and looked away. "Been better."

I nodded my head. "So I can see."

She glanced back at me and blushed. "Why-- Why don't we go inside and we can talk."

I nodded my agreement. Leaving my bags in the truck, we walked into the house, Victoria not letting my hand go.

The inside of the house looked worse than the outside. Not only was it in disrepair, it was messy and dirty. I was somewhat disgusted to see the place.

I did my best not to judge, and be understanding. Clearly, I was needed here more than my mother led me to believe.

Once we were seated on the couch, Victoria snuggled in close. She took my hands in hers, and simply sat there. I had the impression she was trying to organize her thoughts.

After a few moments, I prompted, "What's going on Victoria?"

She tried speaking a few times but quickly devolved into sobbing. She buried her face in my chest and cried.

I extracted my hands from hers, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight until she settled.

Another thing hit me while we were sitting there on the couch, and that was her body odour. I don't mind the smell of a clean body. I prefer a person's natural scent to that of perfume. But Victoria stunk. The odour wafting off of her was not that of a clean body.

Once her sobs subsided, she quietly said, "I don't know. It's been bad for so long. Even before Don died. I just don't do anything. I can't seem to make myself do anything. I have nothing to live for."

It was at that moment I made a decision. And that decision, whether right or wrong, changed the both of us.

"That talk ends right now!" I said in my command voice.

The military taught me many things over the years. One of those things is that people respond to authority. If you sound like you're in charge, know what you're talking about, and are confident, then they are likely to do what they're told.

Continuing I said, "I'm not leaving until we get you turned around."

She pushed back to look at me.

"We are going to start with cleaning you up. Then we can start with this sty you've been living in."

"Wha-- What?"

I saw my mistake. Though I only said a few sentences, I shouldn't have used my command voice for all of it. In a softer tone, I replied, "Victoria, I love you. I always have. Right now though, you don't love yourself. I'm taking charge until you're back to a good place, here and here." I punctuated by tapping her forehead, and then her heart.

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

Her eyes went wide for a moment, then she melted into me, returning my kiss.

Breaking the kiss I said, "Go on. Go shower and change into something clean."

She nodded and went to do as I told her.

While Victoria went upstairs to shower and change, I brought in my bags. I carried my bags to the spare room. It was the room I stayed in each summer, and it looked almost unchanged; it even still had the same afghan on the bed that my grandmother gave my uncle when he first moved here.

When I walked up the stairs, the shower was going. By the time I set my bags down on the bed, the water cut off.

I walked to the bedroom door and looked down the hall to the bathroom door. A moment later, it opened. Victoria squeaked seeing me looking at her, as she stood there with a small towel wrapped around her, barely covering her treasures.

I couldn't help but admire the sight before me. I now knew that Victoria had not gained weight, but had certainly lost some of her previous muscle tone. Before she was always fit and toned, whereas now she looked soft. If she were to continue with her lifestyle then she would be gaining weight before long.

Staring at her I could tell that her shower had been cursory only. Her hair was barely wet, and still in a messy bun.

I shook my head. "Mhmm-mhmm," I said negatively. Stepping forward I continued, "Get back in there. You aren't done yet. Apparently, I'm going to have to take a more active role."

Her eyes went wide again. Stepping away from me, she let out a little yip.

I closed the door behind me and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Go on. Get back in the shower."

"What are you doing Pete?"

"I'm going to make sure you're clean. I don't want to get my clothes all wet."

She still hadn't moved, when I started to unbuckle my belt.

"C'mon, Victoria. Get in there, and set the water how you like it."

Somewhat reluctantly, she stepped back into the shower. Only when the curtain was closed, did she remove her towel, and toss it out. The shower started back up, and I could hear that she was standing in the stream.

Naked, I pulled back the curtain, and stepped in behind her.

She squealed, spinning and covering her body with her hands. She almost lost her balance, and were it not for me reaching out and pulling her close, she would have fallen.

Again several things shocked me with this scene.

First was her beauty. Seeing Victoria in all her naked glory was better than all of my fantasies combined into one, even in her current state of disconsolation.

Secondly, was the freezing temperature of the water. When I spent my summers there, Victoria was usually the first one in the shower, and I followed. Her showers were always hot. When I stepped into the bathroom after her, there was always a thick haze of steam hanging in the air. Now she had the water barely above ice.

Finally, how good she felt against me. When we hugged and were close a few minutes earlier, she felt good. Now naked and wet, my body couldn't help but respond, my cock grew to its full length, sticking up between us.

Once I was sure she was steady I released her and reached around her to warm up the water.

"Since when do you take cold showers?"

"Don wouldn't let me."

I stepped back, as the water began to warm. "What do you mean he wouldn't let you?"

Still covering her nakedness, she looked at the bottom of the tub. "He said there was never any hot water for him, so I couldn't have hot showers anymore."

Anger surged through me. Taking a deep breath I continued, "Well it's done now. You have showers how you want."

"Peter, you can't be in here with me."

I scoffed. "Of course, I can. How else am I supposed to make sure you're cleaned properly?"

Gently I turned her, and guided her into the now warm water. Reaching up I worked the water into her hair and massaged her scalp. I couldn't believe how tangled her hair was.

Peeking out into the bathroom, I spotted a brush. After grabbing it, I poured shampoo liberally onto her hair and tried working the brush through her hair. I worked as gently as I could. There was some inevitable pulling, which caused Victoria to wince in pain, but by the end of it, she was relaxing in the warm water enjoying the attention.

After rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, I applied the conditioner and let it sit.

My next move surprised her and caused her to moan. I soaped up her back and massaged it into her skin. Her flesh was soft and pliant. Lavishing this attention on her was driving me wild.

Working my soapy hands around her body I couldn't help myself; one of my lifelong fantasies was coming true. My hands glided around her sides, and across her stomach. Bringing them up, I hefted her breasts; her nipples were like diamonds in my hands.

As soon as my hands made contact, she let out a loud moan. Her hand shot up, and she cupped her mouth to stifle the sound.

"No! You let that sound out," I ordered.

I grabbed her hard nubs and pulled on them gently, drawing another moan from the gorgeous woman in my arms.

Glancing over her shoulder, I could see the blush on her cheek. "Don never liked it when I made sounds."

Anger flared through me again, and the truth hit home. "He controlled everything. Didn't he? What you ate. What you wore. What you did. Everything."

She nodded, closing her eyes, and I could see that the water trailing down her face wasn't all from the showerhead.

"I may have been related to that vile man, but I am not him, and you are no longer controlled by him. You are you. And we are going to make a new you, Tori."

Her eyes snapped open. "Only my grandma ever called me that."

I couldn't help but smile. Tweaking her nipples again, caused her to moan as I whispered into her ear, "That's good. It's a special name for you, with no connection to him. It's your name. Say it. What's your name?"

"Tori," she replied tentatively.

I moved my soapy hands. My left arm wrapped around her so I could grasp her right breast, while my right hand travelled down to her light thatch of flaming pubic hair.

Her hands shot out bracing herself against the wall.

"Louder," I ordered.

"Tori," she said more forcefully.

Cupping her mound, caused her to draw a long shuddering breath. And it caused me to be in heaven.

Though my hand was simply covering her slit, I could tell how wet she was. Her oil-like wetness dripped into my hand.

"That's right, Love. Your name is Tori. You are your own woman, with your own wants, needs, and desires."

As I spoke, I dragged my middle finger up the length of her slit until I found her love button.

"Oh, Peter! What are you doing to me?" She panted out.

I smiled. "I am treating the woman of my dreams how she should have been treated all these years."

Her legs began to quiver as I circled my finger around her clit.

"Let go, Tori. Let go, Love. Let me hear you."

As soon as I finished speaking, I changed tactics slightly. I continued working her clit with my thumb and plunged two of my fingers effortlessly into her drooling cunt.

"Oh Gawd!"

A moment more and she shuddered in release. She let out a mighty wail, amplified by the shower.

I didn't stop working her sex, even after her legs gave out, and she shuddered through another orgasm.

Only when the water began to rapidly cool, did I rinse us off, and turn the water off.

I gently lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the tub. Taking the fluffy towel, I dried her off.

She began to sob and covered her face.

"What?" I asked, kindly.

"This is wrong."

I knew immediately what she was talking about, but wouldn't be dissuaded from the choice I made.

"Tori, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."

She put her hands down, and I saw fire in her eyes. Seeing that passion made me want her even more.

"I just let my nephew get me off in the shower! It's wrong."

In response, I just wrapped a towel around my waist and picked her up, how a groom might carry his new bride. She melted into me, and I brought her to her room.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. We just established that your name is Tori. I don't have an Aunt Tori. So, if you're talking about what we did in the shower, I assure you, you're mistaken."

She sighed, in response.

I sat on her bed with my back to the headboard, settling her onto my lap. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Pete, I'm still your aunt. Still the same person. This is wrong."

I shook my head. "No. You were married to my uncle, who is now dead. Technically we aren't related anymore. Of course, our family wouldn't reject you, but technically-- Tori, you are you. Your own wants, needs and desires," I stated, repeating myself. "Tori, what do you want?"

She was silent for a while, but I let her process the question.

She took a deep breath before saying, "You know I've always known how you felt about me. I know there isn't that much of a difference in our ages, and it seems even less now. But when I first saw you and how you looked at me-- I knew it was different from anyone else."

I didn't know where this story was going, but I listened intently, the entire time gently stroking the skin on her arm.

"Pete, I've had the male of our species look at me for years. They all wanted me. Most of the time it was harmless, I knew it would never amount to anything, other than maybe me featuring in some wank sessions. But you were different. I could see the love there." She fell silent.

"So, I ask again, Tori. What do you want?"

"To be happy."

I couldn't help but smile. Looking into her face I could see the corners of her lips turning up as well.

"And what is it going to take to make you happy?"

"Love."

"Love? So we need to get a puppy. Right!--"

She laughed. "No, your love."

I laughed with her.

When our chuckles subsided, I leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed me right back. It wasn't long before our passions grew and we were having an epic battle of the tongues. The towels were shed, and hands were learning everything about each other's bodies.

Breaking the kiss, we were both gasping for air.

"Tori, I love you, and always will."

She smiled and gave me another peck on the lips. "That's what I need. I'm not my own woman. I'm your woman."

I smiled, shaking my head. "No, you are your own woman. But that doesn't mean I can't be your man."

She gave me a push so that I was laying on my back. She threw her leg over me, then pressed her naked self against me.

"Well then, let me show my man how much I appreciate his love."

She reached down between us, unfolded my towel and grasped my cock. Raising, and pointing it up, she lined me up and plunged down. She took all of me in a single thrust. Both of us let out groans that could wake the dead.

I'm somewhat ashamed to say, that single thrust was all it took. Between everything in the shower, all of my fantasies coming true, and having this stunning woman on me, it was all too much. As soon as she had me fully seated in her slot, my dick throbbed and I pumped my load deep into her womb.

Tori looked somewhat sad, feeling me lose my load so quickly. However, her sadness became a look of pure glory as I began thrusting. There was no way I was going to be going soft, not with this woman over me.

It was only moments before we found a rhythm and were working towards our mutual satisfaction.

Tori kept letting out these soft mewls. Despite the situation, I stepped back mentally for a moment and watched her.

Her eyes went wide, and she let out an "Eeeek" as I suddenly rolled us over.

"No! Don't hold it in. I want to hear you!" With those words, I fucked her fast and hard.