Grace Wilkinson - Aunt Dorothy book I

"Oh, darling…" she murmured huskily up into his mouth as he began to again fuck slowly in and out of her already sperm-filled pussy. "Oh God, darling, don't stop… please don't stop…! Fill me up again with your cum… fill me all the way up…!"

It was a cloudy Saturday morning and Joe was inclined to sleep even later than usual. He lingered beneath the warm covers, savoring half-awake memories of the night before. It was just amazing how much more interesting the world had become in a few short hours. He had always had the strange suspicion that if he only waited long enough he would have the exciting life he had always craved… and now it had happened, the one event that he was certain would open up the door to the kind of world he'd always imagined existed. He lay there congratulating himself, and in a way wanting to remain in that blissful state, if only because it was sure and certain… and he didn't have to do anything about it… it had already happened. As for the future… well, in a few minutes he would get up and start to find out about it. Meanwhile, his rampant young penis wakened anew to his touch as he conjured up the lewd picture of his sister as he had seen her the night before.

He wished somehow, that he could picture more things… he knew that there were more things, but at the moment his imagination was limited… a situation that he hoped would soon be rectified!

Moments later, he heard stirrings in the house and he knew that his father and Lee were probably up and about. Carefully, he got out of bed. He felt unaccountably fragile, as though his secret had made him very delicate, and in this lighthearted state, he showered and put on his khaki pants and a tee shirt. After surveying his freckled face, the clean white teeth, clear blue eyes and pug nose, he ambled out to the kitchen.

He was surprised when he saw his father sitting at the table over a cup of black coffee. He hadn't shaved yet, something unusual for his father and Joe decided that he looked decidedly disgruntled… a little bit the way he looked when he had a hangover.

"Morning, Dad… what's up?" Joe asked as he ambled over to the refrigerator and poured himself a large glass of milk.

"Nothing, son…" Art replied. "Nothing at all." He took another gulp of hot coffee and groaned, thinking something he rarely thought… that Joe wasn't actually his son. The only reason he was thinking of this, he knew, was because he had fucked his mother for the first time last night. He ached all over from the unusual strain upon muscles he hadn't used in years. But by God, he'd fucked hell out of her! he thought, pleased with himself. But he was still upset by their parting… where it should have been sweet like the rest of the evening, when it was all over Dorothy had suddenly turned on him, calling him every name she could think of before hurriedly putting on her clothes and running out of the house. He just couldn't understand it… or rather, he didn't want to understand it. After going through a night like that with a voluptuous and sensuous woman, he just didn't seem to be able to make any sense of it. He was still hurt and puzzled about the whole thing, but deep down he knew that there were strong moral forces behind his sister-in-law's reaction… after all, she was married… and although he was a widower… he was her dead sister's husband!

"… shit…" he muttered under his breath.

"Wadya say, Dad?" Joe looked curiously at his father, wondering if he too had been through something odd last night… perhaps the very thing that Lee had seen through the keyhole! That thought sent a shiver running down his belly and he sat down quickly so that Art wouldn't see the erection that had risen slightly in his tight pants. He got them all the time now… at the slightest thought of anything the least bit interesting… sometimes he even got them when thinking about something delicious to eat… like apple pie… the kind Aunt Dorothy often baked and brought over to them.

Seeing that his father wasn't going to answer his question, Joe poured from the box of cornflakes that was always in the center of the kitchen table. He was used to fixing his own breakfast having been pretty much on his own since his mother died. Art had usually left for his job as a construction foreman in town by the time they got up to go to school and when he came home, they were usually the ones who fixed supper. It was a nice arrangement and both he and his sister Lee had come to prize their independence.

"Good morning all!"

Joe whirled about and saw his sister approaching the table and he felt his heart thudding loudly. His breath caught in his throat as he saw for the first time how beautiful she really was! She was wearing a short white dress of thin cotton… and although Joe couldn't see anything that special about it, it made Lee look like a fairy princess. Her ash blonde hair hung in curls around her shoulders and she looked as if butter would melt in her mouth. The young girl smiled sweetly at both her brother and father, taking her place beside them at the table. Gracefully, she helped herself to cereal, seemingly oblivious to both of their stares.

Joe wondered if his father was noticing how beautiful she looked today too… and he wondered what he would think if he could have seen his daughter with her nightgown pulled up around her hips, displaying the perfect petals of her little pussy as her fingers worked passionately within its deep fleshy folds. How would Daddy have reacted to that!? But this was a brief speculation, for soon Joe was lost in his own personal image of Lee… the new one. She was a beautiful girl, not just his younger sister, and he felt himself responding to her in an entirely different way as though his watching her the night before had turned her into a completely different person. He felt unaccountably shy with her and could not meet her eyes. Beneath the table, his swollen young penis pulsed hotly and from time to time he would cast sideways glances at the protrusions of his sister's breasts where they pushed against her dress. Last night he had seen them! he kept telling himself. But today, it was even more exciting, seeing her with clothes on! It was all very confusing. He longed to talk to her, to ask her first what it was she was looking at last night, but, he knew that that would automatically give him away and his sister would know that she herself had been spied upon.

Art looked at his daughter with surprise too. There was something different about her today… but he couldn't figure out what it was. She was getting more beautiful everyday, he thought… and it pained him to see the resemblance to both his wife and to Dorothy. Yes, the family strain was very strong. And with something akin to panic, it occurred to Art that one day in the not too distant future, his little girl, now only thirteen, would be moaning under some bastard like himself, having the time of her life probably, while some creep fucked the stuffing out of her! He got up and went to the stove to fetch the coffee pot, trying to tell himself what a damn fool he was for getting so excited about something that A, couldn't be helped and B, was a long way off. But somehow, he couldn't erase the uneasy feeling and worse, he had a distinct image in his mind… a full blown color photo… of what little Lee would look like, panting and squirming while her little cunt was filled to the belly by some massive prick!

Abruptly, he left the kitchen without saying a word to either of the children. He went into the hall closet and got out his plaid hunter's jacket. It was October and although there were still a few warm days hawking back to summer, today was definitely looking toward the hard winter that had been promised for the entire Eastern Seaboard. He wasn't sure just where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of the house. The combination of what had happened with Dot last night and what he'd just dreamed up about his daughter was just too much for him to take. He figured he'd walk around for a while and then maybe go down to the lodge and watch the game on TV… maybe a couple of the fellow would show and he would go a few rounds of stud poker.