AUNT SANDY'S FAMILY

My mom had died a few months earlier. I was 17, so I 
wasn't a kid anymore, but I wasn't so old that I could 
take it in stride. Or maybe you're never old enough to 
take things like that in stride; I don't know.

Anyway, I still felt pretty torn up about it, but I 
tried not to show it too much, because I figured it was 
harder on the kids -- my brothers, Willie and Mark, four 
years younger. And with Dad away most of the time 
flying, I figured I had to be the man of the family.

I don't know how we would have gotten through that time 
if it hadn't been for everything Aunt Sandy did for us. 

She's Dad's sister. She'd gotten a divorce, so she was 
free and she came to live with us after Mom died, and to 
look after us. We sure needed it.

Aunt Sandy was something: a short, blond ball of fire. 
With her hair cut so short she looked like a Q-tip, 
except that no Q-tip was ever that curvy. Nothing 
extravagant; she's no Dolly Parton or anything, but you 
could definitely tell she was a woman.

It was weird having a good-looking woman around the 
house. Mom was pretty, I guess, but, well, she was our 
Mom, you know?

Aunt Sandy was family, too, but in a way she wasn't. We 
hadn't seen much of her before. 

She tried her best to fit in, though, always looking 
after us and trying to help us deal with Mom being gone. 
Like that day.

I had this thing at school -- an honors assembly. I 
tried to act like it was no big deal, but Mom had always 
been on us to do our school work and study hard. I knew 
this would have meant a lot to her. So I was getting 
these honors -- and she couldn't be there. I knew my Dad 
would be out of town, so I didn't even mention it to 
him. He'd been feeling guilty about being away so much, 
and he didn't need that kind of worry on top of losing 
Mom.

The awards came at the end of the school day, in last 
period. The gym was full of students and parents. Every 
time someone walked up to the stage, you could figure 
out where their parents were sitting by watching for the 
pop of a camera flash. Every so often some kid would 
reach out his hand for a plaque and his mom or dad would 
yell out something that would echo and the kid would 
look up. 

Their expressions were always the same -- trying to look 
embarrassed, but actually pretty happy. I knew the 
feeling; my Mom could make me feel that way every time 
she'd shout out my name at a Little League game or point 
me out in a school play. 

I guess I was feeling pretty down by the time my turn 
came. Maybe I was even crying a little, I don't know. 
When they called my name I walked toward the stage in 
kind of a daze; the faces of the kids around me were 
just a blur.

Then I got up to the podium and the principal was 
reaching out his hand and there was a flash off to the 
right. I had just a second to wonder whose Dad had 
mistaken me for his son when there was this shout that 
bounced off the rafters: "Yeah Day-Vid!"

It was Aunt Sandy, of course. She wasn't hard to spot, 
leaping into the air in the third row of the bleachers, 
waving her arms like a cheerleader. 

It wouldn't have been cool to smile too much, but I 
couldn't help flashing a grin. She must have heard 
something from Willie or Mark about the assembly, but 
she'd never said a word to me, just showed up. Parents 
were supposed to have tickets, and I'd never picked mine 
up, so I don't know how she talked her way in. Being 
Aunt Sandy, I figure she just flashed those big eyes at 
them and started talking fast and walking past them all 
at once.

The assembly finished just a little bit after that. I 
was walking out the gym door when Aunt Sandy caught up 
with me and offered to drive me home.

We talked about a lot of stuff in the car, about my 
missing Mom and how proud she would have been to see me 
up on the stage. I'm not much at telling people how I 
feel, but I felt so close to Aunt Sandy then that I just 
let it all out. I don't think I actually ever thanked 
her for coming that day, but I'm sure she got the idea. 

Anyway, by the time we got home I was bawling like a 
baby, but I didn't feel bad; I was just working out all 
my feelings about my Mom. For the first time, I allowed 
myself to admit how sad I was and how much I really 
missed her.

And Aunt Sandy didn't say much; she didn't have to. 
Mostly she just murmured every once in a while, or 
offered me a tissue.

Mark and Willie were staying over at a friend's house 
that night, so we got back to an empty house. Aunt Sandy 
said it hardly seemed worth cooking up a whole meal just 
for the two of us and wondered if I'd think she was too 
lazy if she just ordered out for pizza. I said it was 
fine.

***

Later that evening, over slices of pepperoni and 
sausage, I told Aunt Sandy that I really appreciated her 
helping us out. She made a joke out of it, saying that 
it didn't take much effort to dial a phone for pizza, 
but I could see she really appreciated my saying it. It 
seems crazy now, but I think that was the first time any 
of us actually told her how much she meant to us. 

I guess we were all so busy dealing with our emotions 
that we never stopped to think that Aunt Sandy might be 
feeling down, too, with her divorce, and then coming 
into a new house and dealing with somebody else's kids 
and all.

Well, we finished dinner and watched TV for a little 
while, and then I went up to shower and go to bed. I'd 
played some basketball by myself in the driveway before 
dinner and I felt kinda cruddy.

So I turned on the water full blast and stepped into the 
shower, sliding the frosted glass door behind me. I just 
stood under the water a couple of minutes, letting the 
hot jets bite into my skin. I still missed my Mom, of 
course, but after my talk with Aunt Sandy I felt like I 
was finally coming alive again, getting back to a normal 
life. It seemed as if the streams of water dripping off 
me were taking away a big weight that had been riding me 
for months.

I started lathering up when I thought I heard something 
in the bathroom. The glass had steamed up, though, so I 
couldn't even see any shadowy forms through it. I rubbed 
the soap into the hand towel a little more and started 
scrubbing my chest.

That's when the shower door opened.

"I thought you could use some help," Aunt Sandy said, 
stepping in.

She was naked. Well, I guess you figured that out.

Although I'd already noticed that Aunt Sandy looked 
young for her age and had a nice body, I'd never known 
how nice it was until that moment. She was short, just 
about coming up to my chin, but her legs seemed to go on 
forever. Her breasts were more than a handful -- not 
huge, but what was incredible was how firm they were, no 
sag at all. Her nipples were already erect, pointing at 
me like pencil erasers from the light brown circles 
around them. And her bush, a curly little arrowhead 
pointing right down to...

Of course, I got an instant hard-on. Imagine how you 
would feel if some sexy lady suddenly stepped into the 
shower with you?

But what if that lady were your aunt? That's what I was 
thinking. I backed up into the corner of the stall. 
"Aunt Sandy," I stammered out. "Wh-what are you doing? 
In here? With me?"

She didn't move toward me right away, just stood there 
in the far corner. The spray from the shower hit her 
about at the waist and I couldn't help following the 
trickles down with my eyes, seeing them drip onto her 
bush, matting down the hair, pouring down those long, 
shapely legs. It was like a Playboy centerfold come to 
life!

"David," she said, and I forced my eyes back up to her 
cute face. "I've been living with you several months 
now, and I think it's time you understood some things. I 
know you and the boys miss your Mom, and you want 
someone to do the things she used to do for you -- 
cooking, cleaning, all of that. And I'm happy to help, 
really I am.

"But I'm not your Mom. I'd never try to be, even if I 
could. So things -- relationships -- are different.

"I need you to understand that I'm a woman. I have my 
own needs. Do you know what I mean?"

The look on her face made my fears melt away. I knew 
what she meant -- how could I have been so stupid? Aunt 
Sandy had been divorced for awhile, and now she was 
cooped up in a house with a bunch of kids. Of course she 
had needs.

But -- me? I hadn't even gotten to first base with any 
of the girls my own age, and now this older woman was 
offering everything. I didn't know what to do -- I mean, 
I knew what I wanted to do, but should I? And if I did, 
what if I did something wrong?

I don't know if Aunt Sandy saw the emotions on my face 
or if she just sensed them, but she did exactly the 
right thing, taking it very slow. As she'd been talking 
to me, she had taken a couple of steps toward me. The 
spray from the shower was hitting just below her neck 
now, streams of water flowing down her breasts and 
trickling off the nipples. I was so entranced by the 
vision I didn't see what happened next until I felt the 
washcloth being pulled out of my hand. Aunt Sandy took 
the soap, too.

Slowly, like it was a dream, she rubbed more soap on the 
cloth and began to scrub my chest, my arms, my hands. I 
began to get more comfortable.

Then she had me turn around and she washed my back, 
rinsing out the cloth and wetting it down, wringing out 
the clear water to pour down my body.

I almost forgot that I was in the shower with a naked 
woman, if you can believe that. I mean, it was just 
really soothing, the water splashing over me, the rough 
swish of the cloth on my skin. I got really relaxed and 
I think my cock even started to soften a little.

But then I felt something else. It was Aunt Sandy's 
erect nipples tickling my back, and then her warm body 
pressed up against mine as her hands slid around my 
waist. My hard-on sprang back to life.

"Oh, David, this is going to be a day I'll never 
forget," she said, and she started to slide down. Her 
hands brushed against the sides of my crotch as she went 
all the way down and lathered up my legs from behind.

I knew I was never going to forget this, either. I 
wasn't sure if maybe I should be doing something, or 
saying something, but I didn't want to risk spoiling the 
moment.

I shouldn't have worried; Aunt Sandy was in complete 
control. When she finished with my legs she spun me 
around, facing her. She stood up, her naked body just 
inches from mine. I couldn't help staring, taking in all 
that firm flesh. Was I really going to touch it? Was my 
cock really going to be buried in her pussy? 

She read my thoughts again. "It's real, David," she said 
with a giggle. "Here, feel it." She took my hand in hers 
and drew it up to her breast. I gasped when I felt it.

I'd never touched a breast before, at least not one that 
wasn't covered up by a bra and a blouse. But this one 
was right there, in the flesh. "Rub your fingers over 
it," Aunt Sandy told me. "Gently. Now circle the nipple 
with one finger. Mmmmmm. You can suck it if you like."

Of course I liked. I bent down and took the brown button 
into my mouth. "Lick it," Aunt Sandy said, and I did. 
"Yes, now nip at it, very gently -- ohhh, yes! Very 
good, David!"

I moved from one breast to the other, sucking and 
nibbling like they were ice cream cones. Aunt Sandy's 
hands roamed over my body, occasionally brushing against 
my stiff cock. Then she rubbed some more soap on her 
hands and brought them down to my crotch. 

The slippery feel of her hands encircling my shaft 
almost made me shoot right then, but she squeezed down 
and the urge went away. "You've got a very nice cock, 
David," she said. "Nice and thick. I think it's going to 
fill my cunt wall to wall, dear. Do you think you'd like 
that? Would like to put that hard cock in your auntie's 
hot pussy?"

Up until then I had never heard Aunt Sandy use language 
like that, and I never would have believed she could. 
But this wasn't the same Aunt Sandy I was used to. The 
look in her eyes was like fire, like there was some 
animal inside her instead of a human being. Her hands 
were sliding up and down my dick like wild, her breath 
was coming in short gasps. With the water pouring down 
over us I felt like I was in some crazy jungle movie -- 
you know, Me Tarzan, she Jane. I was developing an 
unstoppable urge to drive my cock into my aunt's hot 
body.

"Yes," I hissed out. "I want you. Oh, God, Aunt Sandy, I 
want my cock in you!"

"Mmmm, that's a good boy. You're going to do everything 
your aunt tells you, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes! Just let me get it in you!"

"Such an eager boy! I was going to suggest we dry off 
and go to the bedroom, but I think we'd better start 
right here, don't you? Now, lean back against the wall, 
David. That's it, sit back against the shelf." As she 
said that, she was still stroking my cock, getting it so 
hard it stuck straight up.

Sitting down like that, I was just about level with her, 
so she was able to just hop up onto my lap. My cock 
prodded her flat stomach as she leaned forward and 
pressed her lips to my neck and slid them up to my ear. 
"This is going to be sooooo good," Aunt Sandy whispered. 
"Your cock is going to fill me up. And I'm going to ride 
it like a pony, David. You're going to be my stallion, 
do you know that? You're going to slide that fat dick in 
and out of your aunt's cunt so hard, it's going to drive 
me crazy. "

Her talk was driving ME crazy, that was for sure. I was 
already bucking up at her, scraping the head of my cock 
across her skin, desperate to get inside her.

She dug her heels into the sides of the shower stall and 
raised her ass, putting her cunt directly over my cock. 
When she eased down a little I could feel the slippery 
pussy lips just touching the tip of my dick.

But even then she didn't take me in. Instead, she held 
her cunt above me while she kissed her way from my ear 
to my mouth.

I opened my lips to her and she stuck her tongue deep 
inside, flicking out at mine. I kissed her back 
hungrily, like I'd never get enough. Our mouths ground 
together and grunts were choked out of our throats. I 
forgot this was my aunt and just concentrated on having 
a sexy older woman writhing naked on my body. It was 
fantastic!

And then, at last, while our tongues were still 
entwined, Aunt Sandy lowered her cunt and her slippery 
pussy lips blossomed open under the pressure of my 
aching cock. She took me in slowly, just a little bit at 
a time, while I was lost in the incredible sensations. 
Her hot, wet cunt was tight against my dick, hugging it 
as it slid in deeper and deeper.

When I was in her to the hilt, Aunt Sandy broke our kiss 
and leaned back.

"I knew it!" she said with a smile. "I knew you'd fill 
me up. Can you feel it, David? Your cock is so big it's 
filling up my pussy all the way. I can feel every inch 
of you inside me, and it feels great." She leaned back a 
little more and the shower stream hit her full in the 
face. She spat out a mouthful of water and leaned toward 
me again, laughing, her hair plastered down by the 
water. She shook her head from side to side and the 
water flew off, splashing into my face. 

"Aunt Sandy!" I tried to look angry but I couldn't help 
laughing myself. And whatever anger I had fell apart 
when she began to move, pulling her tight cunt almost 
all the way off my cock and then squatting down onto it 
again.

Soon we were moving in synch, driving my cock again and 
again into my aunt's eager pussy. Her tits jiggled as 
she bounced up and down on me, bringing me closer and 
closer to shooting. But each time I felt myself nearing 
the edge she slowed down or even stopped, my cock buried 
deep within her velvet folds.

"You're doing very well, David," Aunt Sandy said in 
between kisses. "Mmmm, my pussy really likes your cock. 
I think it wants to play with it all night. Is that OK 
with you? Do you want to fuck your aunt all night?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I shouted, my words bouncing around the 
stall. "I want to fuck you, Aunt Sandy, I do! I want to 
bury my cock inside your cunt! Oh, God, it feels so 
good!"

We kept up the rhythm for what seemed like hours, but I 
guess it was only 10 or 15 minutes. Finally I couldn't 
hold back any longer.

"Aunt Sandy! Aunt Sandy, I'm going to ... I can't ... 
AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The cum boiled up inside me and shot 
into her tunnel like a fire hose. 

"Fill me up!" she shouted back at me. "Fill my pussy! I 
want all your cum, David! Yesss!"

By the time I had recovered from that spasm, the water 
from the shower was turning cold. We shut it off as fast 
as we could and toweled each other off, shivering a 
little until we'd gotten all dry and slipped into our 
bathrobes.

Then Aunt Sandy led me to her bedroom and lit a bunch of 
candles -- on the nightstand, the dresser, all over. The 
light flickered and moved around, casting weird shadows. 
She slipped off her robe and lay down on the bed on her 
back while I stood at the foot. In the candlelight, she 
looked even sexier than before. And now I could see her 
cunt spread before me, and a heavy, musky odor came up 
from it. I dropped my bathrobe to the floor.

"My pussy is still hungry," Aunt Sandy said, spreading 
her legs even wider. "I think it still wants to play."

"I -- I don't think I can," I said. I still felt 
completely drained by our fuck in the shower. 

"There are other ways to play, not just with your cock," 
Aunt Sandy said. "Just watch me."

She put an index finger into her mouth. When she pulled 
it out, I could see it glistening wetly. I kept my eyes 
on that finger as she touched it to her nipples, slid it 
down her breast and across her stomach. 

Then she stroked the sides of her cunt, still slick from 
our fuck, and tangled the finger in the hairs of her fur 
patch. She raised her knees up and I could see her pussy 
open up before me while she slid the finger closer, 
closer, until it was at the very edge of her tunnel.

I looked up and Aunt Sandy was staring directly into my 
eyes. 

"Watch how I do this, David," she whispered, and I 
looked back down at her cunt. She began to slide the 
finger into her, rolling it around the edges of the 
hole, then sinking it in deeper and deeper. Soon she was 
bucking up at it. Her thumb spread apart the lips some 
more and started twiddling a little button-shaped fold 
of flesh -- her clit. She put a second finger inside her 
and pushed them in and out, fucking herself faster and 
faster.

Without thinking about it, I had crawled up onto the bed 
and I was only a few inches from her hot pussy when she 
called out.

"You do it, David! Put your finger in me! Fuck your 
auntie's pussy now, please!"

My hand jerked up automatically and I slid a couple of 
fingers inside her as Aunt Sandy slid hers out. I could 
feel the ring of muscles at the entrance to her tunnel 
grabbing greedily at me as I drove my fingers in and 
out. The odor was almost overpowering, but it wasn't 
bad; somehow, it made me even hornier.

"Now lick me, David," Aunt Sandy said.

I was shocked, I guess, but too horny to notice. It 
seemed only natural to lower my head and slide my tongue 
against her hot pussy, licking at the little clit 
button. Pretty soon I was gobbling away, pushing my 
tongue right into her cunt when my fingers slid out to 
caress her thighs or grab at her ass. And Aunt Sandy was 
humping back, mashing her pussy into my face.

"Yes, yes!" she was shouting, calling out my name over 
and over again. Then her bucking got even wilder and I 
could barely keep my tongue on her. Her thighs closed 
around me so tight I almost couldn't breathe. "Oh, fuck, 
yes!" Aunt Sandy screamed. "Yes, David, yes, I'm 
cumming, I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggg!"

In a minute her bucking slowed down and I was able to 
come up for air. I slid up on the bed to kiss her. When 
I held her to me, I was surprised to feel my cock hard 
again, pressing against her skin.

"Oh, David, someone else wants to play again," Aunt 
Sandy said, teasing me. She wiggled her body against 
mine. "Do you think we should?"

I didn't say anything. I just rolled over on top of her, 
my cock already pressing at the entrance of her cunt.

When I slid it into her, my aunt lifted her legs high, 
taking me even deeper than before. We started rutting 
like animals, pounding away at each other without saying 
a word, just grunting and groaning.

Aunt Sandy's body bounced and shook on the bed 
underneath me as I drove my cock into that hot, wet cunt 
over and over again. I wanted to split her wide open 
with my pile-driver, and at the same time I wanted to 
touch and lick every inch of her. Even though we were 
fresh from the shower, our bodies were already getting 
covered in sweat and my hands slipped all over my aunt, 
exploring every silky nook.

Finally I rose up above her, my cock still impaled in 
her slit, and Aunt Sandy brought her heels up and rested 
them on my shoulders, opening herself all the way. A few 
more minutes of frantic fucking and I came in a huge 
burst, driving my cum into her while Aunt Sandy erupted 
into her own orgasm, her arms slapping into the mattress 
as the sensations ripped through her.

It was the greatest moment of my life and I didn't want 
it to ever end, but my cock started to shrink and pretty 
soon it slipped out of my aunt's pussy. I lay down next 
to her, holding her close, nuzzling her smooth neck. "I 
love you, Aunt Sandy," I whispered as I drifted off to 
sleep.

***

I woke up the next morning still in her bed, having an 
incredible dream. But when I opened my eyes I saw that 
it wasn't a dream. Aunt Sandy, still naked, was kneeling 
at my side. Her full lips were sliding up and down my 
erect shaft, giving me an awesome blow-job.

When I shifted slightly, she pulled off me and looked 
up. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her eyes 
bright and twinkling. "I thought this would get a rise 
out of you!"

I groaned at the joke, and then I groaned again as she 
put her mouth back onto my cock, this time sliding all 
the way down, pushing the head of my cock against the 
back of her throat. The sight of her lips pressed around 
the bottom of my dick was almost too much, and I came in 
just a few minutes.

Aunt Sandy swallowed my full load and then licked my 
cock clean like it was a lollipop.

"M-Mark and Willie will be home soon," I managed to 
sputter out. "We'd better get dressed."

"Are you sure we don't have time for a little more fun?" 
Aunt Sandy winked at me. "There are still a few tricks 
we haven't tried. Well, it'll have to be next time, I 
guess."

Next time! I can't find the right words to tell you how 
I felt, looking at that perfect body, knowing that my 
aunt would be with us all the time, eager to show me all 
the ways of sex. I pulled her to me and kissed her 
again, hard, holding her to me so that I wouldn't forget 
the press of her tits, the curve of her waist, the 
tickle of her pussy hairs.

From that day on, life around the house was never the 
same. Aunt Sandy and I explored every kind of sexual 
contact imaginable, in every room of the house. It 
didn't take long before Mark and Willie joined in, too -
- but that's a whole other story.