Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

“Don't underestimate Nora,” said Aunt Liz. That surprised me. If she'd said not to underestimate Mum I would have understood. But Nora? But then she began to stroke my hair and I couldn't help but come in a little closer, and the time for concerted thought was over. Her nightie was made of linen, thin and smooth, embellishing rather than concealing her skin. My hands ran over it lightly, moving the sheet out of the way, and Aunt Liz relaxed utterly to let me do with her as I pleased.

Her heavy tits rolled towards me as she turned onto her side and her nightie gave way to reveal much of her massiveness. For a moment I felt like a little girl about to be overwhelmed by the potent sexuality of a full-grown woman, but then I bobbed along it like a cork on the waves, going with it, immersed in it without losing myself. Somehow the nightie slipped away from her shoulders and her big tits were bared before my eyes, the big, hard nipples close together and not far from my mouth. A small groan escaped me as my tips pursed themselves and clasped about the nearer nipple, pulling at it, tugging impatiently as if the milk was slow in coming. Aunt Liz's face was placid, smiling, only the occasional sigh telling me to keep it up.

I buried my face in her flesh and mauled her tits with both hands, for the moment content with just that part of her. She did nothing. My mouth closed around both nipples, my hands holding her tits close together, and then I brought my teeth into play just to evoke a sharper response from her. Now the woman's legs moved far apart and allowed my body to slip down between them. My pelvic bone lodged against her pubus and chafed up and down it as I continued my fervent sucking. Her flesh ballooned into my mouth, more and more of it coming in till it was stretched hard against my teeth. I knew it caused her pain but I couldn't stop. Instead I sucked harder and harder, and Aunt Liz snapped out of her lazy pleasuring to begin bucking underneath me like I had when Ann had first made love to me. Her nightie rode up around her waist and her hairy crotch pushed hard against my pelvic bone for harsher stimulation. I did my best to keep up with her but the waves were bigger now, choppier, sometimes throwing me way into the air only to catch me again in its billowing, fleshy hollows. I was lost in her, less and less capable of being the aggressor. Aunt Liz must have known it. She kept me in place only for as long as it took her to climax, and then she sat me up, removed my nightie and her own, and began to make love to me with breathtaking thoroughness.

She had me on my back, spread-eagled, barely able to lie still. Her hands caressed my body all over, beginning with my face and working down as far as my toes, while her tongue slithered up and down my torso, now lassooing a nipple, then pushing rudely up my wet, quivering hole. Strong tremors coursed through my body, clashing and spreading, coming from all angles. She was well ahead of me, creating erotic pockets before I'd absorbed the previous ones. And so she worked me into a volley of tiny climaxes that had me writhing tightly all over the bed, groaning and squealing as though my innards had gone berserk. Aunt Liz let me go it alone for as long as I could stand it. Then, with a forceful finger, she brought me to the convulsive climax.

“Ooooh, Jesus!” I sighed as the last impulses ebbed away and left my body a burning vacuum. “You're something else, Aunt Liz! Phew! If a man ever makes me feel this good I'll be his slave forever.”

“I'm not as good as you think,” she said matter-of-factly. “You'll find that out when you sleep around. But I must say you make it easy for a person to love you, Kathy… very easy.” And, in spite of my spent condition, she inserted a long finger up my cunt again and started to love me with it. At first I didn't want her to do that to me. I felt like riding put my orgasm till it led me into a deep sleep. Everything inside me felt so harmonious that there was no call for more pleasure. It could only disturb the delicate balance. Aunt Liz squatted next to me and drove her finger in and out of my cunt with a long, regular motion, and simply disregarded the frown that crossed my face. A few minutes later she had me in the palm of her hand-literally and figuratively.

That big finger parted my inner flesh and pushed deep into the warm wet cavity behind it Aunt Liz had a way of crooking her top joint to make her fingertip touch down on parts of my cunt that were extremely sensitive, so much so that my resistance was virtually bombed out of existence with pleasure. She said nothing, just went about her work with a singular look of determination on her face. In and out, in and out, her big, womanly body hulking next to me, the full, rounded tits pendant, the hairy snatch just visible between her ample thighs. My loins began to jerk back and forth, a spasm to begin with, later turning into a greedy quest for more and more!

Only when her second finger joined the first though, did her loving take on a second significance to me. There was something especially stirring about those two bunched fingers, something that made me think of another rigid object. Was it Bob's cock? No, no, bigger, harder. Aunt Liz worked her fingers in to the knuckle. Her breathing was harsh and rapid and droplets of sweat fell on my skin. So hard, so big, so utterly satisfying… and then it came back to me in a flash of lightning! Dad's thick bulge, that great rod pushing at the confines of his pants. Ooooh yes! The moment it registered my whole body convulsed into an orgasm and Aunt Liz had trouble keeping up with me. She pushed harder and added another finger to the bunch. That was even more life-like.

“Daddy!” I muttered, spreading my legs till they were at right angles to my body. “Daddy, Daddy! Ooooh, it feels so good, so strong! Give me more, more!” My hands were on my tits squeezing them mercilessly. And my eyes were tightly closed so I could concentrate on my fantasy completely. In my mind it was Dad who was shoving that thick hard object into my drooling cunt. I could even see the position he was in-on his knees with my legs draped over his thighs, and he leaned forward to rest on the balls of his fists, his head down so he'd be able to see my cunt swallow his mighty cock. That was it! I concentrated on that image and it grew more and more vivid as the thick cord of meat wormed up and into my cunt Unconsciously I moved my ass up along Aunt Liz's thighs, bringing it up closer so she'd be able to finger it totally. She did her best. Even though her breathing was near hysterical, she worked on to give me the big orgasm towards which my body labored. Together we moaned and cried out, a mutual climax waiting just around the corner. My hands gripped at the sheets and pushed my ass further up along her thighs. She shoved her three fingers into me and belabored my clitoris with her free hand. My cunt felt as though it was on fire, liquid fire, spreading, filling me up, igniting other parts of me, turning me into one huge flickering bonfire consuming itself.

“DADDY!” I yelled, and my cry echoed through the night. I would have kept on yelling if I'd had the strength, but at that moment Aunt Liz finger-fucked me into oblivion. I felt as though her whole hand was inside my cunt and sliding into my womb. My body rollicked from one side of the bed to the other, attached to her arm like a growth. Aunt Liz pitched forward and fell on top of me, her sensual bulk crushing me. We embraced and lay in that position till our lungs were functioning once more.

We rolled apart and listened anxiously for any movement in the house. We'd been lucky. Everyone must have been fast asleep when I yelled.

“You'd better get back to bed, honey,” Aunt Liz said. “And don't you worry about your father. If he doesn't do anything about it, I'll make him do what he wants to do. Just you go to sleep and leave the rest to fate.”