John Kellerman - Auntie with the hots

"I can still feel you inside me!" she gasped. Ron's cock was shrinking some but it had a spongy tumidity left and with the added lubrication of his jizz, Beth was enjoying the sensation intensely. She knew that this was how sex was supposed to be. Almost as good afterwards as it was before a climax.

"You sure that guy is fishing and not peeking on us?"

She petted the boy's face. "If he looked, well he got an eyeful. I really don't care. Do you?"

"I guess not. It sure was neat." He hugged his arms tighter around her slenderness.

"Ronny, I want to tell you something. But keep it a secret. My name is Beth, not Mary. I guess I was afraid to use my real name. But I'm not anymore." She kissed his forehead. "You will keep it a secret, won't you?"

"Will we get to see each other again?"

"I think so. I'd like it very much." Beth's mind was spinning with possibilities. She didn't really know if a woman of her status and age could maintain an affair with a mere child. Young boys had a way of bragging. It wouldn't be Ron's fault. But eventually he would have to tell someone.

Then people would know that they were meeting in secret. It would get back to Cal somehow. The town wasn't that big.

But feeling him against her small breasts, feeling his cock still grasped firmly by her pubes made her almost faint with happiness. Ron's cock had been the perfect size. He was just what she needed. A cock that would fit, not hurt. A boy she wasn't afraid of. A young man like Ron was innocent and eager and without motive. Beth remembered the attitude Phil Barnaby had displayed. He was so holier-than-thou. Doctors were such petty little snobs anyway. So her doctor was a snob and her husband a beast. But she had Ron. At least for now.

"When can we get together again," he said. He was looking at her breast like he'd never seen one before. Beth considered the possibility that perhaps he hadn't. The sexual revolution of the sixties had been a short blast of hot air. Girls were as tight as ever with their bodies now. Or so she guessed anyway.

"I don't know. Give me your telephone number and I'll call you some evening."

"I live with my sister. But if I'm not there just leave a message." He stretched a little and eased his cock out of her body. He looked at the mess between her loins and looked at his own slickened, cum-smeared cock. "Just rubbing them together feels that good," he mused.

"And you rub it so good, smarty-pants," Beth laughed, mussing his hair. "You rub it so good."

"Of course it wasn't me," Tanya said. She glanced over her shoulder nervously. She had the creepy feeling that someone was hiding in the bushes listening to them. It was silly of course but after that night Lori had met her in the hall she'd been very suspicious of almost everything. Benji gave her an intense, bedroom-eyes look.

"God, I don't understand."

"It was Lori, don't you see? She just pretended to be me."

"Lori?" He shook his head slowly. "But she's got a boy friend. I see him bringing her home lots of times. And we hardly ever speak. She has her interests and I have mine."

"She's your cousin. You both live in the same house." Tanya looked around again. The bushes rustled, but only with the wind. "We got it on, didn't we? And I hadn't spoken to you much before."

"But you think she just sneaked in my room to climb in bed with me?"

"She was a little sloshed when I met her in the hall," Tanya said. "She probably thought it was her room. Didn't you two change because of the bathroom or something?"

"Yeah. That's right." Benji looked off into space. "Wow, my own cousin. It really must have been Lori."

Tanya let her irritation show. "Unless you've been giving house keys to some of your girl friends." Benji seemed to ignore her.

"But that doesn't change anything. I still can't stop thinking about you. I woke up this morning and had to." He dropped his eyes and reddened slightly.

"I think that things are a little too warm for comfort right now. If that was Lori, I don't know what she's got up her sleeve." Tanya took a breath. "Anyway, I don't want to be caught all tangled up in bed with you, young man."

"Oh Tanya. I love you!"

Tanya chanced reaching out to brush his cheek.

"And I'm very fond of you. But let's just cool it for a while. It'll be that much better when we can get back together again."

"I could meet you somewhere else. We could get a room, couldn't we?"

"Just a few days, darling." Tanya could see that her nephew's cock had pushed out his jeans something awful. She longed to unbutton him and free the bind of his lovely prick. She longed to pet him and caress the stiffness. There were a thousand little delights she had planned in her mind. But she couldn't get rid of that crawly feeling up her back. Like the whole household knew exactly what was going on. Hadn't there been a hint of it in Lori's voice that night? Or had the girl merely been drunk and a little loose with her sentences? Benji put his hand on her arm. She quickly shook it off.

"When?" he insisted.

"I'll let you know."

"Oh, damn. I'm going to have to go beat my meat again."

"Oh surely you've got more willpower than that."

"You don't know how it is with a guy."

"Like hell I don't." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't you think I'd like to feel your hot cock going between my pussy lips?" Her words made Benji tremble. He bit his lip and his eyes half shut.

"Oh God, Tanya, I never felt like this before. I know I'm in love with you…"

"You're in love with wanting to rub your cock between my thighs again." She laughed then, tickled him in the side. "But if you want to believe you're in love with me, go ahead. I love it."

"Damn it. You're always making fun of me."

"I don't make fun of that," Tanya breathed, voice husky. She touched her knee against his cock and then turned toward the house. Beth was in the kitchen making orange juice when she came in. Her dark-haired sister turned and smiled brightly.

"Morning!"

"You feel all right?" Tanya said, grinning.

"I guess I was frightful the other day. But I do feel much better." Beth turned to the sink and rinsed her hands off Tanya watched her movements, listened to the little melody she hummed. Something told her that her skinny nervous sister had gotten laid in the past twenty-four hours. And laid good.

"You and Cal getting along better now?" she asked, really curious about the change in Beth's demeanor. Beth shrugged, wrinkled her nose.

"Oh I don't know. I don't really have much to say to Cal anymore. I guess it's up to him to make up. If he wants to." She wiped her hands on a towel and looked at her watch. Tanya realized that her sister looked absolutely ravishing. Her hair was perfectly combed, her red silk dress clung to her body in just the right way.

"I've got to run," she said. "Do you think you could fix something for Cal when he gets up? He has a luncheon date with some important real estate contact." Beth shrugged. "I don't keep up with his business anymore. But don't let him sleep too late, okay."

"Where are you off to?" Tanya almost hadn't asked. But her question had gotten just the reaction she'd hoped for. Beth had blushed a little and gotten fussy with her hair.

"Shopping. I feel like getting out of the house today." As she turned in the light, Tanya was almost positive that her somewhat prudish sister wasn't wearing any panties. And since she never bothered with a bra, that meant she was stark naked under the sheer frock. "Tell Cal I wanted the Caddy. He can have the MG today. I get so cramped in it."

When the Cadillac had rushed off down the street, Tanya finished her glass of orange juice and went down the downstairs hall to her brother-in-law's room. The door was cracked slightly and she put her face up close to see if Cal was stirring yet. She hadn't expected the sight that greeted her eyes.