Unknown: My Nympho Aunt

One way or another, he meant to find out.

They did kid stuff until after dinner – swimming in the pool, playing badminton, going through their aunt's tapes and, not finding any rock, they just goofed off. Eddie was disappointed that she didn't swim with them; he'd wanted to get a good look at that terrific body in a swimsuit. Beth probably wouldn't wear a bikini, though, much less a string; but any glimpse of open, silvery flesh would have been welcome.

The maid was gone, and Aunt Beth lingered over her coffee royale. «You know, you're really good-looking kids,» she said, a little slack mouthed. «So much like Susan, but all of a sudden you seem to be growing up.»

«It's been a long time,» Eddie said. «Linda and I were talking about how beautiful you are. We were too young to see it before.»

Pale blonde lashes lowered thickly over blue eyes, and Eddie thought she swayed a little in her chair. «Thank you, but I feel very old and worn out. Since Paul's death – but I mustn't be morbid. I'm very grateful for you and Linda being here. It helps. I-I hope you'll excuse me now. It's been a long day and I'm tired. Please just amuse yourselves – TV or music or something. I promise you a fun day tomorrow.»

Eddie glanced at his sister and Linda said, «May I walk with you, maybe tuck you in?»

Beth's nod of acceptance was imperial, Eddie thought; Auntie Beth would never admit she was smashed, but she'd accept company on her way to bed. He watched his sister and aunt leave the dining room, and compared their bodies, their different ways of walking.

They were both lovely, he thought – but completely different. Linda bounced along like a schoolgirl, full of energy and zip, her nice legs moving in the tight caress of leans that snugged the cheeks of her ass and hinted strongly at the crack. But his aunt moved with a special, gliding motion, a stately, graceful rhythm that held the eyes, her super legs flashing in sheer nylons, the swinging of her reasonably short skirt hypnotic.

Eddie got up and followed them from the room, staring after them as they climbed the stairs, seeing his aunt lean heavily upon Linda's shoulder. She was stoned right out of her skull, he thought, but far too ladylike to show it. He watched them out of sight, and stroked his crotch. His prick throbbed in answer, and he could hardly wait to check with his sister.

If Beth was crocked as she looked, maybe she'd fall asleep quickly, drift into an alcoholic slumber that would make her hard to wake. He should be able to slip into bed with her, and at least feel her up while he jacked off. If she didn't move when he cupped one of those round, high tits and played with the nipple, then he might take a chance and explore between her thighs to find the richness of that secret pussy.

Just the idea of playing his fingertips into that private pubic hair thrilled Eddie, and his cock rose strongly against his jeans. It would be dark, of course, and he wouldn't have a chance to see if the color of her pussy hair matched that of her head, pale and silvery blonde. But he could softly feel the texture of her skin, and tremble very close to her in the warm bed.

He was jittery when his sister came back down. «Did she go to sleep? You were up there with her for a long time.»

«Had to help her in and out of the shower,» Linda said. «And now I agree with you – Auntie Beth has a really marvelous body. She makes me look like a skinny, undeveloped kid.»

«Her pussy hair,» he said. «What color is it?»

Linda grinned at him. «Just a little darker, but not much. I stared at it, but not so she'd notice. I mean, our aunt is kind of uptight about showing herself naked, even to a girl. She kept trying to hide herself, and insisting that she was ill and would I pardon her.»

«She's that smashed?» Eddie was eager.

«Bombed,» his sister answered. «She passed out when her head hit the pillow. And you ought to see that bedroom – all white and sterile, like a hospital. You know, I have a hunch that she never really swung with her old man – or anybody else. Maybe she's frigid.»

Eddie stared. «With a body like that?»

Linda went by him into the family room and found mixed nuts on the bar. «Well, in sex-ed class-«

«Screw sex-ed!» Eddie said. «Nobody can make me believe that she's frigid. Maybe she's just never been turned on; maybe Uncle Paul was a loser or something, couldn't get a hard-on, came too quick. They tell you that in class, too?»

His sister chewed nuts and grinned, sitting on a barstool and swinging her legs. «You really mean to try it, don't you? Man, I would, too – even if she is frigid. I kept staring at that beautiful body and found myself wondering what it would be like to love it. You know, maybe she'd dig chicks.»

Eddie said, «Look, sis – let me have a crack at her first. Then if everything works out, you can join us after. I'd really like that, fucking both of you, going down on both of you. Oh wow – just thinking about that makes me tremble all over. Tell you what; let's go up so I can sneak in on her. I'll leave my clothes in my room and take my robe, just in case. If she wakes up and raises hell, I can pretend I had a bad dream and got the rooms mixed up. You know, be the good little kid, only a little confused.»

Linda giggled. «Yeah, you're good at that. Okay; and I'll back you up, say that you have these nightmares at home. But Aunt Beth could get pissed off and ship us right back home.»

He took off his shirt. «So we'll go home, but I sure can't stay around here and go freaky every time she jiggles that groovy ass at me. And what if it comes off the way I want? What a ball we'll have here, swinging with her and each other, right out in the open.»

His sister got off the stool. «I already said okay, but I'm not going to watch the late-late movie down here, either. It'll be dark, but I can sit on the floor and listen, to see how you make out. That way, I'll be close by in case you need me.»

«Be cool,» he said, and they climbed the staircase. Eddie shed the rest of his clothes and hung his robe over one arm, his heart hammering and his shaft standing rigid, his balls feeling swollen. His sister petted it, and he walked past her, barefoot and on tiptoes, although the carpet was plush and deep. Like his aunt's cunt, he thought, and eased down the hallway to her room.

The door was already cracked open, and when Eddie slipped through it, he caught the odors of the bed and the woman herself, a faintly drifting perfume of musk and makeup, a smell warm and stimulating. Breathing deeply, he maneuvered carefully through the unfamiliar darkness, his senses brought to a peak of sharpness, every nerve in his body, each pore of his skin alert. He could even feel the hair on his arms stirring, and knew a strange sensitivity stirring among his pubic hairs.

Eddie's mouth was dry and there was a pulse hammering in his throat. He was more than a little frightened, but the danger seemed to add zest to the urgency building so powerfully in his loins. Inching his way, he felt his shins touch the edge of the unseen bed, and stopped, listening hard. He heard the soft sounds of his aunt's breathing, and stood hesitant awhile before lowering himself very cautiously to the bed, letting his weight come down gradually upon it.

Eddie sat there for long, taut moments before daring to work the sheet from beneath his ass; then he lay down, tense as a coiled spring, his prick quivering in high excitement. Beth didn't move, and the slow rhythm of her breathing didn't change. He hoped she was good and smashed, that her body would be as numb as her head, so when he touched her, she wouldn't be shocked when she awoke.

He could feel the warmth of her body beneath the sheet, the spiced feminine radiation of tender flesh and satin skin, and his distended cock throbbed toward it, as a sunflower turns to the sun.