LISA HAS LOST THE USE OF HER HANDS CH. 02

aunty nicole arrived at three o'clock. after helping her unpack the car, i left her with mother while i went back to work. i stopped at five on the dot, and then i joined them.

"it's so good having nicole with me."

mother was smiling, so i smiled as well, and then i said, "yes it is."

i just hoped that i sounded convincing. it wasn't that i didn't like my aunty, far from it. it's just that i had got used to being my mother's carer, looking after all her needs. i was jealous of the attention that mother was giving her sister. i only stayed with them for five minutes, and then i left, to go to my room. i don't think they noticed me leaving. i stayed there until aunty came upstairs, to tell me that the food was ready.

the meal was simple, but delicious. i had a second helping.

"that was," then i briefly paused, while i thought of a word that would do it justice.

"amazing."

she shook her head, before saying, "it wasn't anything special."

however, from the look on her face, i could tell that she had liked me praising her.

after eating, we watched television together. mother and aunty on the sofa, and me opposite them in the armchair. for the first half an hour, they talked, and, for some reason, it irritated me. then they settled down to watch the film.

when it ended, mother declared, "i'm off to bed."

i was about to get up, to go upstairs with her, then i realised that i didn't need to. aunty was here, she would get her ready for bed.

it was a while before aunty came back downstairs. i thought that she had gone to bed as well, but she must have been talking to her sister.

"mother was telling me what a good job you did. it must have been difficult, and at times embarrassing."

"it was ok, not as difficult as i thought it would be."

"well now that i am here, i can look after all mother's needs."

all of them except one. she was more than capable of looking after her sister, but there was one thing that only i could do, because to do it, you needed a cock!

when i woke the next day, my first thought was that i needed to go and see mother. she might need my help. then i remembered that aunty was here. i groaned. when would we ever get some time alone? i desperately wanted to undress her, to feel her large tits in my hands. to suck on her thick nipples. i groaned again. why was i torturing myself? i then started stroking my cock. normally when i do that, it quickly stands to attention, but not today. i eventually got it hard, and i even managed to climax. but afterwards, i still felt frustrated. thinking about fucking my mother, was no substitute for actually doing it.

by the time mother and aunty came downstairs, i was at my desk working. i didn't see them until lunch time. after quickly eating, i got back to work. my boss was expecting me to finish the report by the end of the day. it was doable, but only if i didn't waste any time.

at six it was done. i breathed a huge sigh of relief, and then i emailed it to her. i was pleased with myself. i had done a good job.

our evening meal was even better than yesterday's. if i wasn't careful, i would put on weight, perhaps even get fat. then i thought about uncle tony, with his motor neurone disease. i shuddered. he was just skin and bone.

this time, after aunty had put mother to bed, she went to bed as well. i stayed downstairs. half an hour later, i started yawning. i tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle. it was time for bed.

as i was passing aunty's room, i noticed that her door was slightly open. i stopped to close it. however, when my hand touched the handle, i froze. i had heard a noise, and there was no mistaking what it was. it had been a low moan. not one of pain, but of pleasure.

she was playing with herself!

i was surprised, but i shouldn't have been. like mother, she would have her needs, and i doubted if uncle tony was well enough to satisfy her. his illness was advanced, so he might not even be able to have sex with her. it was sad. she was a nice person, and i liked her.

i let go of the handle, and then i turned away from the door. she moaned again, but this time it was a lot louder. i knew that i should leave, and go straight to my bedroom, but i didn't.

at first, i couldn't see much, then, when my eyes got used to the dim light, i saw her. she was lying down, with her head propped up against the headboard. and even though her body was covered, i could see that her legs were wide open. her hand was between them, and the sheets were rippling, as she frantically fingered herself.

then i looked at her face. her eyes were closed. as her fingers continued working, her expression kept changing. sometimes, it looked as if she was in pain, because of the intensity of her pleasure. i just stood there, watching her, almost in a trance. my cock was rock hard, pushing against my jeans, but i was ignoring it.

she was now breathing heavily, and moaning almost continuously. how long had i been there? i had no idea. it felt like a long time, but it was probably only a few minutes. and it was now coming to an end.

when her fingers stopped moving, and her mouth opened wide, i knew that she was climaxing. then, when she closed her mouth, so that she could bite on her lip, to keep the noise down, i made the mistake of leaning on the door. it opened, only partially, but enough for her to see me when she opened her eyes.

her mouth was now wide open again, but this time, because she was shocked. then she closed it, and we stared at each other. both of us not knowing what to say. but something needed to be said.

"your door," then i took a deep breath.

"it was open, so i thought i should close it."

there was then an awkward silence, that i thought was never going to end, before she spoke.

"thank you james, that's kind of you."

then she smiled at me, and i relaxed. she had done the only thing that you can do in situations like this. pretend it didn't happen!

after closing her door, i went to my room.

i was now slowly stroking my throbbing cock. it wasn't going to take much to make me come, but i wanted it to last. i hadn't seen much, and i hadn't been there long, but it had been highly erotic. i was now remembering it, in every detail.

mother was a nine out of ten, but aunty nicole was seven, eight at the most. so her sister had the edge on her, but that's not to say that aunty wasn't attractive. her curves weren't as voluptuous, but you still noticed them. her tits were smaller, but they were still a nice handful. and she did have a pretty face. then i thought about aunty jan, and it put me off my stroke.

it had been a mistake thinking about my other aunty, but i had now put her out of my mind. i was imagining going into the room. then, while her eyes were still closed, slipping my hand under the covers. she would be shocked, and hesitant. but when my hand was to move further down, she would remove hers, and i would finger her.

that took me over the edge, and my cock spurted. it then wasn't long before i fell asleep.

at first, when i woke, i thought it had been a dream. no, it had actually happened. i had stood outside her room, and watched her. and, at the end, as she climaxed, she had seen me. she would be seeing me again soon, and it was going to be embarrassing for both of us.

after showering, i went downstairs. i had considered avoiding her, but that was silly. i wouldn't be able to do that for long. it was best to get it out of the way.

when i entered the kitchen, she was at the sink, filling up the kettle. with her back still to me, she said, "do you want a coffee?"

"yes please."

then she turned around. she was smiling, but it looked forced.

"about last night," then she hesitated, before saying, "i should have made sure that the door was closed."

she was embarrassed, and i needed to say something.

"and i shouldn't have watched you."

but had i said the right thing? she was now staring at me, and her face had changed. the smile had gone.

"no, you shouldn't have," then, to my surprise, she laughed.

and it was genuine. with relief, i realised that i wasn't in trouble.

we had breakfast together, and then, when she went upstairs to get mother up, i went to my desk. i worked until it was lunch time. we all ate together.

as usual, the food was delicious. i wanted seconds, but i resisted. in the afternoon i had a lot of work to do. sitting at my desk, with an overfilled stomach, would make me sleepy.

as i got up from the table, i said, "thanks aunty."

"you're welcome. i'm going shopping this afternoon, do you need anything?"

it was an innocent question, but it got my heart racing. i glanced at mother, and i could tell that she was thinking the same as me. that would mean that we would be alone.

"no, i don't think so."

"if you think of something, then let me know before i go."

i was now at my desk, working, but not actually getting a lot done. it was almost two o'clock, and aunty was still here. had she changed her mind, and decided to go tomorrow? five minutes later, she popped her head around the door.

"i'm going now. have you thought of anything?"

i shook my head, and then i said, "no."

i waited ten minutes before getting up from my chair. mother was in her bedroom.

as i hugged her, i said, "i thought she was never going to leave."

before she could answer, i was kissing her. i was also groping her big tits. i only stopped, so that i could take her top and bra off. my mouth was quickly on her breast. then, i thought about aunty nicole. her tits weren't as big as mother's, but did she have her sister's nipples? i must be thinking about her, because of what had happened yesterday. then mother groaned, and i felt a pang of guilt. it should be her that i was thinking about, and not my aunty.

"i need your big cock inside me."

i hadn't had enough of her tits, and i also hadn't been anywhere near her pussy. fucking was for later, but she wanted it now.

"let me finger you first."

"no!"

she had said it loud, and clear.

i sighed, in an exaggerated manner, as if it was some unpleasant task that she wanted me to do. but i could tell that she wasn't amused.

"stop fucking about, and start fucking me."

now that was funny, but i didn't dare laugh. instead, i got her knickers down in record time, and then i pushed her onto the bed. i didn't waste any time taking my trousers off, i just unzipped myself.

as soon as i was in her, her face changed. gone was that angry look, replaced by one of contentment. she had got what she wanted, a big cock deep up her cunt. and i was now going to fuck her with it.

my first stroke was long and hard, but the next one was better, almost brutal. it took her breath away.

"fuck, that almost made me come."

i ignored her. the time for talking was over. both of us were frustrated, and the only cure for that, was a good climax.

we hadn't been fucking for long, perhaps only a couple of minutes, when i felt the sap rising. was that too soon for her?

"i can't last much longer. can you come?"

"yes," then she moaned, before adding, "but i need more time."

i smiled, so it was really a no. but if i worked harder, i might be able to make it a yes. as i continued fucking her, to distract myself, and hopefully delay my climax, i counted each stroke.

i was now on eight, but i doubted if i could reach ten.

then, to my relief, i heard her say, "fuck, i'm going to come."

my next stroke was my last one. as i flooded her cunt, she came as well. it was a bumpy ride, as her orgasm surged through her body, she didn't stop moving. it was several seconds after my balls had drained, before she was still.

ten minutes later, we were in the kitchen. shortly after, aunty nicole was back. i made her a coffee.

as she drank it, she looked at me, and then mother.

"so is that what you do when i am out?"

i looked at my crotch. i was zipped up. so what had she noticed? did mother have some buttons undone on her blouse?

then she smiled, before saying, "sit around and drink coffee."

i laughed. not because it was funny, but out of relief that we hadn't been caught.

the next day, we found ourselves alone again, but this time we didn't feel the need to have sex. after eating our evening meal, mother and i had gone into the living room, but aunty had decided to have a bath.

"i feel sorry for my sister."

"yes, it can't be any fun looking after uncle tony twenty four hours a day."

"yesterday, she poured her heart out to me."

"what did she say?"

"a lot."

i looked at her. was she going to leave it at that? then she sighed.

"they haven't had sex for almost a year."

for me, that would be an eternity. mother hadn't had a steady partner since frank left, but there had been a few boyfriends, though none had lasted long. so she hadn't gone without sex for a year. and now she had me. i thought about telling her what i had seen, while i was outside aunty's room. but i held back, because i knew that she would not want her to know about it.

that night in bed, i kept thinking about aunty. she was only thirty nine, too young to be deprived of sex. then it hit me, it was like a light bulb going off in my head. i could help her out. i had what she needed. a big cock!

as i made my way to her room, i could feel my heart pounding in my chest. i just knew that the door would be ajar, and that when i opened it, she would be awake.

"james, i have been waiting for you."

but when i got there, it was closed. and i could hear her snoring. i went back to my room, tail between my legs. when i got there, i flopped onto the bed. what had possessed me to do that? deep down, i had known that it was a bad idea. if i had entered her room, she was more likely to scream, than welcome me with open arms.

i had a nice dreamless sleep, and i woke refreshed. it was saturday, so i could have a lie in, but i decided to get up. it was while i was showering, that i realised that i had lost a day. today was friday. i groaned. i thought it was the weekend, and i had switched off. i now had to get back into work mode.

the day dragged, and when it got to five, i breathed a huge sigh of relief.

when i had been looking after mother, i had done all the household chores. aunty was now doing them.

"will you please put these away?"

then she handed me a pile of clothes that she had ironed. some were mine, but most were mother's. i did mine first, and then i went to mother's room. i noticed it straight away. the drawer was slightly open. it was the bottom one, where the dildo was. i put the clothes on the bed, and then i opened the drawer. i smiled when i saw it. i then picked it up.

shaking my head, i said, in a low voice. "you are a big fucker."

i was putting it back, when i realised it was a bit sticky. i mustn't have cleaned it properly. when i sniffed it, i was so surprised, that i almost dropped it. it wasn't the musky aroma of mother, it was baby oil.

somebody had used it after i had cleaned it, and that person could only be aunty.

we were now all together in the living room, watching television. it was an interesting programme, but i kept getting distracted. i couldn't get the dildo out of my mind. and every time i thought about it, i got hard. it had been inside her, stretching her cunt wide. in the end i gave in. before the programme ended, i went to bed.

as i stroked my cock, i imagined it being inside her, taking the place of the dildo. she would be moaning, and asking for more. and i would be giving it to her. when i climaxed, it was one of my best. but i knew that it would have been even better, if i could have come inside her cunt.

on saturday morning, aunty surprised both of us, by declaring that she was going out, and that she wouldn't be back until late. as soon as she had gone, i tried it on with mother. but she was having none of it.

"i'm not in the mood."

i was, but i could tell that if i kept on trying, it would just annoy her.

"where has aunty gone?"

she shrugged her shoulders, and then she said, "i don't know. i think she just wanted some time on her own."

i could understand that. looking after somebody full time is hard work.

"she came to my room last night, while you were sleeping, and we talked again," and then she sighed, before adding, "i'm worried about her."

"is there anything we can do to help?"

she shook her head, and i could see in her face, the hurt she was feeling for her sister. she was almost crying. i went to hug her, but she moved away.

"it's not me that needs a hug, it's my sister."

"ok, i'll go. shout if you need me."

i then went to my room.

i tried to read, but i couldn't concentrate. i kept thinking about aunty. mother had said that she needed a hug, but she needed much more than that. she needed a man to kiss her with passion. somebody to worship her body. somebody who would give her what she craved for, a big cock up her cunt.

and i was that man!

when mother called me, because she needed the bathroom, i decided to talk to her about it.

"what do you think?"

i had been subtle, not just going straight to the point. i had taken my time, talking about aunty, and her needs. at the end, i had told her my solution to her sister's problem, and i was now waiting for her to tell me how clever i was. but she was just staring at me, stony faced. then she spoke.

"what you are telling me, is that you want to have sex with her?"

"yes, that's right."

"so fucking me is not enough for you, you want your aunty as well?"

"yes, but only for her benefit."

that got a snort from mother, and a look that would strip paint from a wall. i had misjudged it, and i was now in trouble.

"just to be clear. is that one at a time, or both of us together?"

she had said it with heavy sarcasm, and i knew that i wasn't supposed to answer her.

i mumbled, "sorry," and then i gave her my sad face. when i was a child, it was a look that would often get me out of trouble. but not today.

"i could always call jan, and she could join in as well."

i winced, that was below the belt.

"i think you had better leave."

i then kept out of her way. i only saw her again when we had our evening meal. aunty was back, and she ate with us.

"james, i didn't realise what a good cook you are."

then she looked at mother, expecting her to praise me as well, but she didn't. she was still in a bad mood, and i could tell that aunty had noticed.

at nine, mother went to bed, and i was relieved. half an hour later, aunty was back downstairs.

"i hope she is in a better mood tomorrow. i hardly got a word out of her. do you know what the problem is?"

i shook my head. i did, but there was no way i was going to tell her.

the next day, i was up early. i had just finished my breakfast, when aunty joined me in the kitchen.

"she's still asleep. i might be able to eat before she gets up."

however, she had only managed her first mouthful, when we heard mother shouting.

i quickly said, "i'll go."

"thanks james."

as i approached her room, i was apprehensive. it was possible, even likely, that she would still be annoyed with me. before entering her room, i took a deep breath. when she saw me she looked surprised.

"where's nicole?"

"she is having her breakfast."

after taking her to the bathroom, we went back to her room. i was now dressing her.

"i've been thinking about what you said yesterday."

i braced myself. i was going to get another tongue-lashing. then she laughed. i didn't understand, this was not funny. when she had finished, i got an explanation.

"the expression on your face. it reminded me of when you were a child, and you had done something naughty. but don't worry, you are not in trouble."

"i'm sorry. i now realise that it was a bad idea."No. I've been thinking about it," then she gave me a big smile, before saying, "I think you should do it."

At first, I thought it was a trap. She wanted me to say more, to dig the hole deeper, and then she would shout at me. But I quickly realised that she was being serious.

"Why have you changed your mind?"

"I thought about it last night, and then I realised that I was being selfish. I wanted you all to myself. Then I started thinking about what was best for my Sister. I'm sorry if I was a bit harsh with you yesterday."

"Just a BIT!"

That made her laugh, and I joined in.

It wasn't long before we had a plan. It was a two pronged attack. She would talk to her Sister, and, in a roundabout way, tell her that I would be willing to have sex with her. I would then make my move.

I was now back in the kitchen. Mother had decided to stay in her room, and listen to some music. Aunty was at the sink, and I watched her as she washed the dishes. Yes we had a plan. But now, I wasn't sure that it would work. For it to work, Mother would have to convince her that fucking her Nephew was a good idea. And that was easier said than done. I would then have to pick the right moment. The devil was in the detail.

When she had finished, she made herself a coffee, and then she sat down at the table next to me. I got a nice smile from her, but it quickly disappeared.

"James, can I ask you something?"

"Yes. You can ask me anything."

She was now hesitant. There was something she wanted to say, but she was having difficulty saying it. Then she suddenly blurted it out.

"Do you think I should leave Uncle Tony?"

I shook my head, and then I said, "I know it's difficult, but I also know that you still love him."

That got a quick, "I do," from her. She was now smiling, but there was a tear in her eye.

As I took hold of her hand, I said, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Yes, you can kiss me."

I leant over, to give her a peck on the cheek, but she moved her head, and our lips touched. I froze. It hadn't been accidental. She didn't want a kiss that would comfort her, she wanted one that would excite her. And she had taken me by surprise. Because I hadn't responded, she had quickly pulled away. And she was now looking embarrassed.

"I shouldn't..."

I stopped her, mid-sentence, by kissing her. And there was no mistaking its intention. It wasn't a kiss that you normally give your Aunty, it was a kiss that you give your lover. It was her turn to freeze. Then she kissed me back, and it was with passion. We were now exploring each other's mouth.

When my hand went to her breast, she pushed against it. I quickly found the nipple. It made her moan. My other hand was now going up her skirt, and as it did, she parted her legs. My fingers were quickly inside her knickers, and even quicker into her wet pussy.

"I need your cock," then she groaned, because I had found her clit.

That long talk with Mother, had been a waste of time. She didn't need to persuade her Sister to let me fuck her, her Sister was already willing. And we were going to do it now, in the kitchen, with her leaning against the table, and me taking her from behind.

Then I heard a noise.

I hissed, "Mother is coming downstairs."

When she entered the kitchen, we were both seated. I made us all a drink, and then Aunty fed Mother. When she had finished, she went upstairs.

Smiling at me, Mother said, "I now know what I am going to say to my Sister."

She looked pleased with herself, and she was expecting me to ask her what it was, but instead I just laughed. I then told her what had happened. That she had ruined it.

It was another hour before I was alone with Aunty again. I was hoping that we could continue where we left off, but before I could say or do anything, she made it clear that nothing was going to happen.

"James, that was a mistake."

As I left Aunty's room, I cursed Mother under my breath. If only she had stayed upstairs for ten minutes longer.

I was now at my desk, ready to start work. Normally, I hate Monday mornings, but not today. After Mother had interrupted us, it got a little tense. I knew that she hadn't done it on purpose, but it had put me in a bad mood. And every time I looked at Aunty, I could see that she was feeling guilty. I was now glad to be on my own.

I was busy, so for lunch, I just had a sandwich, that I ate at my desk. I had just finished eating it, when Mother appeared at the door.

"Are you going to try again?"

"No. She made it clear that it had been a bad idea."

"So you have to make do with me."

I mumbled, "Yes."

She laughed, and then she said, "You don't sound enthusiastic."

I gave her a smile, and it was a big one. If I wasn't careful, she would be saying no as well.

"If I hadn't spoiled it, what would you have done with my Sister?"

"You know what I would have done."

"Yes, but tell me."

I sighed. I was too busy for this nonsense.

"I would have asked her to bend over the table, and then I would have fucked her from behind."

"In half an hour, she is nipping out to do some shopping. If you are quick, then you can do the same to me."

She then left without a backward glance.

It turned out to be forty minutes. As soon as I heard Aunty leave, I went to the kitchen. Mother was already there.

"We only have fifteen minutes, twenty at the most."

"OK."

We then kissed, but not for long. We were on the clock. When we stopped, my hand was quickly between her legs, and to my surprise, and delight, there was no underwear in the way.

I gave her five minutes of fingering, and then I stopped. Not just because we were short of time, but because any longer and she would climax. As soon as they were out, she got ready to be fucked. She now had her stomach flat on the table. I lifted her skirt up, and then I admired the view.

Shaking my head, I said, "Big tits, a peachy bottom, and a juicy cunt. What more does a man want?"

"I hope you are talking about me?"

Then she laughed. She only stopped when I started pushing into her. When I was fully in, she grunted. And while I was fucking her, she kept on doing it.

"My Sister doesn't know what she is missing."

I was now thinking about Aunty. Would she be as good as this? I felt a tinge of disappointment. If Mother had given us more time together, I would already know. Then I put it out of my head. I had a job to do, and it was important. I needed to fuck my Mother to a climax.

When she started gasping, I knew she was close. It was time to speed up. As soon as I did, she tensed, and then she climaxed. I kept on thrusting into her.

"Stop, I can't take any more."

I gave it three more strokes, but it didn't work, so I pulled out of her. I then helped her off the table.

"You didn't come?"

"No, I needed more time."

Then, to my surprise, she took my cock into her mouth. When her head started bobbing, I closed my eyes. Her cunt had struggled to give me a climax, but her mouth managed it with ease. When I spurted, she gagged. Most of it went down her throat, but some dribbled down her chin. I wiped it off with a tissue.

When Aunty got home, I was already back at my desk. I would now have to work late, to make up for the time that I had been away. But I was OK with that. Fucking my Mother, had been too good an opportunity to miss.

That night, while I was walking past Aunty's room, I heard her moaning. I stopped. Should I go in? The door was closed, but it wouldn't be locked. No, she had made it clear that what had happened before, was a mistake.

Two days later, I was at her door again, and she was making the same noise as before. But this time the door wasn't closed. I had tried to walk past, but I was weak. I just had to stop. Just a quick look, and then I would go.

When I peered in, she saw me.

"You had better come in."

I did, and then I stood there in front of her, waiting to be told off. But she was smiling, and her hand was still between her open legs.

"This is a bad idea."

From the look on her face, and the way she had said it, I knew what she meant. I also knew that, even though it might be a bad idea, she was still going to do it.

As I kissed her, I groped her tits through her T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so it was easy to get to her nipples. When I pulled on them, she gasped.

"Take my top off."

I did, and then I greedily sucked on her. She didn't have Mother's bullet nipples, but what she had, was nice. After having my fill of it, I switched over to the other one.

"Put your hand between my legs."

When my fingers got to her pussy, she purred.

"Just put them in, as deep as you can."

I gave her two, up to the knuckles.

"Fuck, that's good."

Then she giggled, before saying, "Sorry, I don't normally use that word."

And you don't normally have sex with your Nephew, but I didn't tell her that.

When we started, we had intended to fuck, but now, that might not happen. She was about to climax. My fingers had done too good a job. I had hardly touched her clit, but she was now breathing heavily, and from the look on her face, I knew that she was only seconds away from reaching it. I attempted to stop it, by taking my fingers out, but it didn't work.

"Fuck. My cunt is going to come."

As it did, I watched her, and I was smiling. Not just because my fingers had worked their magic, but because I had just heard another word that she doesn't normally use.

It took her a while to recover. She looked tired, and her face was flush. I was now waiting for her to tell me to go. My cock was throbbing, and I was desperate to go to my room, so that I could sort it out.

"Do you want to make love?"

She had surprised me, and it was a few seconds before I reacted. When I nodded my head vigorously, she laughed.

While I was undressing, she watched me with an intensity that was making me nervous. She was obviously keen to see what I had. And I was now worried that I might not be as well-endowed as Uncle Tony. My cock was big, but did he have a monster one?

When it was out, her mouth opened. And it got wider, when my cock got to its full length. I smiled, I knew that whatever Uncle Tony had, mine was bigger.

"It's big," then she looked at it again, before adding, "It's very big. Much Bigger than Tony's."

I was glad that she was impressed with it, but I was now getting worried. She might not want to fuck. We needed to start, before she changed her mind.

I gave her my best smile, and then I said, "Trust me, you will be able to take it."

"I tried that thing that Mother has, but I had to stop. It was too big for me."

She hadn't been able to use the dildo, but my cock wasn't in the same league as that. So we might still be OK.

She was now on her back, with her legs wide open. My cock was at her opening, and I was about to push into her. She looked apprehensive, but then she nodded. She was ready.

As I slowly entered her, I watched her face. She was grimacing, but she wasn't complaining. I only stopped when my balls were flat against her.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, I always wondered what a big cock would feel like."

"Good or bad?"

She laughed, and then she said, "I'll let you know after we have finished."

The first couple of strokes made her wince, and I thought that I might have to stop. But then it got better for her. And it wasn't long before she was asking for more.

"Fuck me harder. As hard as you can."

She was now getting the full benefit of my eight inches. Long deep strokes. I was enjoying her cunt. It was tight, but not uncomfortably so. And she was enjoying my cock. At the end of each stroke, she was grunting, and she was getting louder as we continued.

I was now getting close, but despite being highly excited, she wasn't showing any signs of climaxing. This could be embarrassing, me reaching it, but her left hanging. I upped the pace. I wanted to make her come, and it was now a matter of pride. She was now getting my best effort.

"I'm going to come."

I smiled, out if relief. When she reached it, I was only seconds behind her. When my balls were empty, she was still going. It was like being on a bucking bronco. Mine was a good one, but hers was epic. I waited until my cock had gone limp, before getting off her. We then cuddled, and I even got a kiss from her, but this time it was on the cheek.

"Thanks James, but I don't think we..."

I had put my hand to her mouth, to stop her speaking.

Ten minutes later, I was back in my room. She had made me promise not to tell anybody, and I had assured her that I wouldn't. However, I was now thinking about telling Mother. I wasn't sure if I should, I would sleep on it.

The next day, I was still undecided, so I left it. It was the weekend before I decided that I would. I did it when Aunty was out shopping.

"So you fingered her to a climax, and then you fucked her to another one?"

"Yes, that about sums it up."

"I want you to do the same to me."

I laughed, but I stopped when I realised that she wasn't joking.

By the time Aunty was back, I had given her what she had wanted. And I had even thrown in another one with my tongue, as an added bonus.

On Tuesday, Mother had a hospital appointment. It was just a check-up, to make sure she was healing OK.

Aunty and Mother left at nine. I watched them go, and then I went to my desk. I had a lot of work to do, so the sooner I started, the sooner I would finish. Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Good, it must be the book I ordered.

But it wasn't.

"Hi James. Can I come in?"

I just stood there, staring at her. It was Aunty Jan. Then I managed to compose myself.

"Yes."

She gave me a nice smile, and then she followed me into the living room.

"Is your Mother upstairs?"

I shook my head, and then I said, "She has a hospital appointment. Aunty Nicole has taken her."

She smiled again, but this time it didn't last long.

"I should have known that she was out. I did wonder why you let me in without a fight," then she said, "Make me a coffee, I need to talk to you."

Five minutes later, we were sitting opposite each other. I was drinking mine, but she was just staring at hers. Deep in thought. Then she looked at me.

"The reason I am here, is to make up with my Sister."

I hadn't expected that. I looked at her, wide-eyed, and it made her laugh.

"Yes, it's going to be difficult," then she sighed, before saying, "Her not being here might be a good thing. I can talk to you, and then you can persuade her that I am not really the devil incarnate."

"I'll do my best. But even just mentioning your name, gets her angry."

"You can tell her that Frank left me four months ago. That will cheer her up."

"It will!"

She laughed at that, and I joined in.

Twenty minutes later, we had talked it through. In the next day or so, I would speak to Mother about it. I would need to pick the time carefully, when she was in a good mood. I offered her another coffee, but she said no.

We were now at the front door, and I was about to open it.

"Thanks James."

She then surprised me, by giving me a hug. After releasing me, she stepped back.

"You look like your Father, when he was your age," then she smiled, before adding, "I wanted him, but your Mother got him."

"I didn't know that."

"I even offered myself to him, but he refused."

"What do you mean?"

"One night, when we were alone together, I did this."

She then took hold of my hand and put it on her breast. I quickly pulled it away.

"That's what he did," then she laughed, before saying, "Why would he want my small tits, when he could have my Sister's melons?"

I muttered, "They are OK."

That got a wry smile from her, and then she said, "Just OK?"

"They are nice."

From the look on her face, I could tell she wasn't happy. But I wasn't going to say anything else. I was in a hole, and I was going to stop digging.

"If my tits are NICE, then why did you take your hand away?"

"Because you are my Aunty."

After laughing, her face went serious, and then she said, "Let's pretend I am not your Aunty."

Before I could answer her, she had placed my hand back on her. This time her hand was covering mine, and it was moving. She was making me feel her. I was shocked, and I didn't know what to say, or what to do. As I felt her nipple under my palm, my cock started growing, pushing hard against my jeans.

When she removed her hand, I kept mine there.

"I might not have your Mother's big tits, but I have her nipples."

Up to now, I had been hesitant. If I was being honest, I would have to say that I didn't really like her. And I had never found her attractive. However, if she possessed the same impressive nipples that her Sister had, then I wanted them.

When I started unbuttoning her top, she gave me a triumphant look. It said it all. She hadn't managed to have the Father, but she was now going to have the Son.

As soon as her top was open, I parted it, and then I pushed her small bra up, revealing two thick nipples. Mother's were longer, but these were equally impressive. As my mouth latched onto one of them, my fingers pulled on the other.

"I can see that you like them."

I mumbled, "Yes," and she chuckled.

"But what's between my legs is even better," then she gasped, because I had sucked hard on her, before adding, "That's what Frank says."

I doubted that anything could be better than her fat nipples, but if her pussy was, then I was in for a treat. And now that she had mentioned it, I was eager to find out if it was true.

My free hand was now going up her skirt. To help me, she widened her legs. When I cupped her plump mound, I could feel the heat from it.

"It'll be better if we go to my bedroom."

"No."

So it was going to be here in the hallway, but was it with her lying on the floor, and me on top of her, or was it with her on all fours, so that she could be fucked from behind? Being the gentleman, I would let her choose. But that was for later, it was now time to finger her.

It was a tight squeeze getting my fingers into her knickers, but once they were in, I had no trouble pushing two of them deep into her, because she was so wet. I then started fucking her with them.

She purred, before saying, "I love being fingered."

I was doing a good job, but her knickers were in the way. When I removed my fingers, she looked surprised. She must have thought that I had changed my mind. That having sex with my Aunty, wasn't a good idea. However, when I started pulling her underwear down, her face changed. She was now smiling.

As soon as they were off, she lifted her skirt up, and then she lay on the floor, with her legs wide apart and her knees high.

"What do you think of my pussy?"

My eyes were now darting about, trying to take it all in. She was shaved, and it had been done recently. I liked her lips, they were big, but not excessive. However, what I liked best, was her clit. It was a nice size, perfect for playing with, or sucking on.

"I'm waiting."

I shrugged my shoulders, and then I said, nonchalantly, "It's OK."

That made her laugh.

I waited until she had finished, before saying, "It looks good, but what does it taste like?"

I didn't wait for her to answer, I just went down on her. I started by pushing my tongue into her opening, and then I sucked on her lips.

She moaned, and then she said, "I like that."

As I kept on doing it, she got louder. Then she started wiggling her bottom.

"Lick my clit."

I had now explored all of her pussy, except for that. I had been saving it for last. When my tongue touched it, her body jerked, and then she relaxed.

For the next five minutes, I skilfully serviced it. I might only be twenty one, but when you are good looking, and you have a big cock, you get a lot of sex. My Aunty was now getting the benefit of all that experience.You need to fuck me."

I raised my head, and then I said, "Yes, I do need to fuck my Aunty."

That made her chuckle...

I took my time taking my jeans and boxers off. All the time that I was doing it, she was staring at my crotch. When my cock was out, and she could see its full size, she smiled.

After looking it up and down, she said, "It's OK."

It was my turn to laugh. We both knew, that like her pussy, it was a lot better than just OK.

As I pushed into her, she grunted, and then, when I was fully in her, she said, "Nothing beats a big cock."

Fortunately, for both of us, that's what I had. It was now time to show her that I knew how to use it.

My first thought, when I had seen what she had between her legs, was that, as good as it was, her best feature was her thick nipples. Now that I was fucking her, I had changed my mind. As I ploughed deep into her, her pussy was touching me in all the right places. And what was adding to it, making it special, was how much she was enjoying it. Her moans and groans, were loud, and they were getting louder as we continued. We were alone, so it didn't matter. However, I got the feeling that if we could be overheard, it wouldn't make any difference. She would still make as much noise, not caring who heard her.

"Fuck me harder, I'm nearly there."

Good, I was getting close as well. I upped the pace, and at the same time I lifted her legs higher. They were now almost on her shoulders. A few strokes later, she started gasping, and then she suddenly climaxed.

"Fuck, I'm in it."

As her body tensed, I kept on going. I needed to reach it soon, before her climax ended. Three strokes later, I felt my balls tighten.

"You need to stop!"

I did. My cock was now deep inside her, and it was spurting. I had managed it, but only just. As soon as my balls were drained, she was pushing on me.

"I want to get up."

When I pulled out of her, I was still hard. She didn't seem to notice. I guess that now that she had been satisfied, it was of no interest to her. I then helped her up.

We didn't talk until we were both dressed. She was the first to speak.

"You must never tell anybody about this."

I shrugged my shoulders, and then I gave her my best puzzled look, before saying, "About what? Nothing happened."

Her face was still serious, but she gave me a slight nod. We had reached an understanding. Before she left, I got another hug, but this time I also got a peck on the cheek. It must be my reward for giving her a nice climax!

Now that she had gone, I needed to get back to work. But that could wait until I had made myself a coffee. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I thought about what had just happened, and how good it had been.

When I was growing up, I had often masturbated while I was thinking about my Mother, and sometimes even Aunty Nicole, but never her. If I had known how good her nipples were, and how my cock would feel, when it was deep up her cunt, I would have included her. Her small tits, and scraggy ass, had put me off. It's true what they say, 'You should never judge a book by its cover'.

I managed to work for half an hour, then I suddenly realised what I had done. It hit me like a bolt of lightning. I shook my head. Fucking my close relatives, had now become such an everyday thing, that adding my Aunty Jan to the list, was no big deal. I was shocked, not with what I had done, but how easy I was accepting it. Then I leant back in my chair, as I thought about it.

Ten minutes later, I started working again. My head was now clear. I had been overthinking it. I had enjoyed what I had done, to all three of them, and I wanted to do more. That was all that mattered.

Mother and Aunty Nicole got back at eleven. Mother was in a good mood, because her hands and fingers were healing well. I decided to tell her about Aunty Jan wanting to make up with her, and, if I could get her alone, I might even tell her that we had fucked!