Gender: Male Age: 34 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Nephew and Aunt spend a kinky night together|
Aunt + Nephew + Hotel + Kink
I was relaxing on a late, hazy Saturday afternoon on the couch, when my 45-year old aunt walked in, as she did about once a month, at this point, carrying a bag of groceries. She had gotten use to meeting her long-time boyfriend/bartender/manager at the bar on Saturdays and after they broke it off, she would instead every other week, occaisionally skipping one, grab some chicken and veggies and come over and we: her, my mom, my mom’s goatee’d boyfriend Tom, have a nice dinner with whatever wine she happened to bring along.
I was in the middle of an extended break from work, taking all my vacation time from a job in the city that was on the verge of giving me ulcers and gray hair; while simultaneously on an interminable break from a girl, who devastated me, to a degree I had yet to fully fathom. But, here I could relax, in sweatpants, no less, drink shit beer, watch a game or cable and not worry about deliverables, P&Ls and the never-ending hyper-void of a chasm that is major breakup is, and blah, blah, blah, poor me and all that nonsense. It was a great way to get away from it all.
I’d been semi-witness relocation in suburbia for awhile and joking my mom about how behind the times everything is in comparison. But honestly it was a place where you could take a quiet walk, smell what air smells like, relax, reflect, and possibly figure a thing out or two.
I explained this to my Aunt Jane, the second or third time she popped by, I was under the impression that my Mom and Tom were in the shower, using its detachable high-pressure shower head in ways not shone in the instruction manual by the muffled chirping coming from upstairs. I raised the sound of the game.
You know, I remember meeting your ex. We definitely played a game or two of pool. I really do wish I made it out here more often. See you, y’know, and everyone else.
Yeah, it’s great to see you! You little studmuffin. Don’t think twice about that girl, Any girl here would love to be on that rugged arm of yours. She pinched his bicep, and her eyes widened, slightly.
Thanks. I appreciate that, there’s that recalibration period where you just have to get your bearings, and all that...I’m sure you understand.
Absolutely, you get so use to someone and then there gone.
My aunt Jane, a curvy, buxom women, likes to curse, play pool, drink and flirt, opposite of that order.
I think your ex used you. I said.
He’d have you hanging on the pool table, dressing sexy like you do. Nothing wrong with that, I’ll be the first to say, but it does draw your attention...
Honey, she puts her hand on my should and looks at me, I could see how it could be a distraction to the other players, but how was it a distraction for you?
Because. You’re beautiful. And he was a scum bag. I’d play him just to see you. In your full glory.
You didn’t mind that I was your auntie and all whatever that is? She bit her lip, smiled, and looked back at me.
No. It wasn’t like you were my mom, it’s not like...
What did you think would happen....
Well, to be honest, he takes a sip of beer, I wanted to take you back to someplace nice and just ravish you, treat you the way you should be treated.
And how is that?
How is that? Are you kidding? Bubble bath massage with champagne, flowers, all the cliche stuff, but also just sucking on your toes, kissing you, feeling you next to me. Going down on you, getting room service as a half-time, with just more red fruit and champagne, and treating you like the kind, sexy aunt that I want to fuck all day in hotel, until we run out of Kama sutras and strawberries, and expensive champagne for me to kiss of your lips and lick off of your breasts, then just kissing--we throw a movie on, something medium funny, and just hold you and caress you until our cheese burgers arrive with beers, then we take a nice nap , resting just above the soft, pillowy laughs from the mediocre comedy, and then our fuel is back, and it. Is. On.
Really? She took a sip of her beer. You want one, and before he could answer she handed him an open one.
I feel like I’ve answered a lot of personal questions, why don’t we swap and you ask any questions you have.
Fair enough. Just one.
She slid her hand underneath my right butt. She didn’t say anything, she just smiled, a secret passed, I could feel the electric feeling of going along with something, awkward tingling.
I hesitated, then moved forward to put my mouth to hers and she slowed then stopped me. I fell for that, and now here I am groping my nephew. If you mean what you said. Then you should be willing to work up to that. I’m not getting into another thing like the last one.
I gave her a hug. And whispered into her ear that I want her respect, and everything that comes after that, and I’m not hung up on anything that doesn’t have anything to do with us in a room together.
I should tell you that I’m not...I guess you could say I can get a little kinky in bed.
I kind of figured, as you my aunt, and we are talking about spending a day in a hotel room doing all kinds of fun stuff.
I’m a little bit more kinky than that. Do you want to see me in my full glory?
(see part 2)
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