Jerry Milner - A lesson from aunt Barbara

The nagging sensations deep inside her cunt began to register on Betty Sue Swensen's awareness. Part of the excitement, she knew, causing her juices to flow and the slick pouty lips of her cuntal mouth to flex warmly and flush deep red, was because she hadn't seen her sister, Barbara Jean Crocker, in almost two years, not since she'd gone to live with that airline pilot in San Jose. When she and Barbara had been growing up together back in the family home, they had had more than a sisterly understanding, and just seeing her red-haired sister, younger than Betty's forty years by nearly six, seemed to bring those wild passionate nights back in a rush, centering just beneath the surface of her feverish groin.

"Oh, Barbara," she said, "it's so good to see you again!"

"For me, too, Betts," she said, noticing how her sweet sister's forty years had only mellowed her, softened out a few of her wilder, rougher edges. There wasn't a singe gray hair visible on her head, crowned by long flowing shoulder-length brown hair, the color matching her eyes. Both women still weighed about the same, though, one-hundred-and thirty pounds, but Barbara's five-foot-six-inches, shorter than Betty by two whole inches, seemed to make her look much heavier.

"When I heard that Johan had been taken to the hospital, I just had to come and be of whatever help I could to you and Erik."

"I'm so glad you could come, Barbara," Betty said, looking deeply into Barbara's starkly green eyes. "When I phoned you, I was so confused. I felt completely helpless."

"Well, dear, I'm here now," Barbara said, "so you can tell me all about it. What did happen, anyway?"

"They still don't know for sure, Babs," she said. "He was at work at the factory as usual, when he just collapsed. They rushed him to the hospital in an ambulance and sent for me. I called you from there, just after they'd let me see him."

"What does it seem to be, Betty?" she asked, looking concerned.

"They still don't know," Betty Sue said. "They're running all kinds of tests on him. It seems to be a blood circulation thing, blood being cut off to his brain. He was unconscious for hours before they revived him. It could take them weeks, they said, before they can pinpoint it exactly."

"And in the meantime, I suppose they'll just keep you dangling," Barbara said, smiling, trying to ease her sister's obvious anxieties as best she could.

"Yes, I suppose," Betty said. "Thank God you could come here right away. I get so nervous thinking about… about if… if… Oh, God, what if Johan dies?"

"Nonsense, Betty," Barbara Jean said. "It's just something simple. Why, I bet Johan's as strong and as horny as a horse, right this very minute. Nothing can happen to him."

Betty Sue almost wanted to laugh, because Johan was still strong, and knowing him, he was most probably horny, having to stay all by himself in that boring old hospital bed. No wonder her cunt felt weird. Quickly she calculated the days… she had just finished a particularly long, heavy period the very day it happened to Johan. It had been five days… no, six, she corrected herself, since they had made love. Johan, her incredibly big hunk of Swedish masculinity, was not used to such long waits between balling.

Just the thought of his massive frame, his wild curly blond hair and sky-blue eyes, made Betty Sue's cunt spasm and flutter. The juices that had been gathering just inside the lips of her cuntal mouth grew warmer and slowly oozed through the lips, parting them slightly so they would rub against each other sibilantly if she moved her legs just right. She could almost feel Johan's one-hundred-and-ninety pounds bearing down on her, her tits nestling against the soft, silky down of his blond chest hairs and the incredible weight of his cock, hot and hard and throbbing, pressing against the trim firm muscles of her flat belly, his hairy ball sac pressed tight against her moistly waiting clitoris.

Betty Sue fought away the image of her virile husband and forced herself back to reality, to the fact that he was at that very moment suffering in a hospital bed while she chatted away girlishly with her baby sister.

"Oh, Barbara Jean," she said, "you're right, I do miss him so, even… well, you know, that way… maybe especially that way."

"You mean you'd like to fuck, don't you?" Barbara Jean asked.

Betty Sue, a bit of a repressed prude, blushed just from hearing her worldly sister use the word "fuck". The thought of actually using it herself was somehow totally alien to her being, to the high moral standards she had tried to set for herself and her own family. It had actually been years since she had even remembered the wanton little sex games she had played with Barbara Jean, in the privacy of their bedroom, late at night while their parents were asleep. Or perhaps, even while they also made love, in their bedroom.

"Oh," Betty Sue said. "Na! I don't mean that. It would be nice, though, if Johan were here, to hug him and… and… make a little love."

"Bullshit!" Barbara Jean said. "You're just horny. What you need is another man to get your mind off your troubles. You should have an affair, Betts. It'd do you a world of good, open your mind up to some of the things you've been missing." She giggled and her thoughts turned inward, to the guy she had picked up two days earlier, and the enormous whang he had hanging between his stubby legs. "Some things are definitely better than other things, Betts. Some cocks better than others."

"Oh, Barbara," Betty said. "I'm ashamed of you! Why I never, not in all my life, thought of… of actually letting another man do it to me."

"Do you mean, Betts, that the only man who has ever fucked you is Johan?" Barbara Jean asked incredulously.

"Oh, yes, Babs," Betty Sue said. "I could never dream of… of being unfaithful. Of committing adultery. It's just too awful to contemplate."

Barbara Jean laughed and opened up another can of beer, pouring some of it into Betty's glass to cool hers off. "You're so naive, dear," she said. "This is 1978, you know. No one but no one thinks that way any more."

"I do," Betty said, taking a sip from her glass and letting the foam roll around in her mouth, tasting it before she swallowed.

"Christ, you need some loosening up, dear," Barbara Jean said. "And if I can help you out while I'm here, I'm going to do it. I can't stand the thought of you missing out on so very much, all because of some antiquated sexual hang-ups. Why, when we were still kids we even used to…"

Barbara Jean stopped and laughed, her own memories of their all-night balling causing her loins to heat up and a twitch snap at the mouth of her womb. "Hey, Betts, do you remember how you used to squeal when I'd suck on your…"

"Oh, Barbara," she said, quickly interrupting. "We were just children then, really. We didn't know what we were doing, that it… well, incestuous."

"Incest my ass." Barbara Jean said. "And we were well into our teens. Relieve me, Betts, I knew what I was doing, and you're five years older than me."

"I count time differently now, Babs," Betty said. "I think that'd make me just two years older than you."

They laughed together. For the first time since Barbara had arrived, just after noon, Betts saw her smile. Perhaps, she thought, there really is a chance for Betts after all. Now if I can just get her fucked. But how? That's the problem.

"Then that'd make you five years older than me, sis," Barbara Jean said, "because I started counting backward too."

"Oh, Babs," Betty Sue said, "it is good to laugh again. You made it happen, too. Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet, Betts," she said. "Wait until there's something real to thank me for. Oh, I know, I brought along some high-grade Thai sticks. Leon flies them back from Hong Kong every now and then, picks them up real cheap."