SE-199  A Special Love
by Carlotta Graham


INTRODUCTION 

It is only in recent years that the general public has been offered the 
opportunity to try to understand female sexuality, to recognize the woman as 
a sexual being who not only needs but deserves to enjoy her sex life. 

This is attributable in a great degree to the work of Freud and his 
successors, and in recent years intensive and in-depth studies have been 
undertaken by Kinsey, by Masters and Johnson, and others. The women's 
liberation movement has offered its contribution to ridding the modern 
female of the shackles of outdated moral concepts under which they were not 
even supposed to enjoy sex, were in fact expected to submit to their 
husbands out of duty and for the purpose of procreation. And of course 
contraception has made experimentation on the part of the single or divorced 
woman a practical and not necessarily catastrophic possibility. 

It is just this kind of experimentation on the part of an unhappy young 
divorcee that becomes the theme of a gripping new novel by Authoress 
Samantha Blake. But complicating this finely written work is the fact that 
heroine Sharon Green becomes involved not with just any man, but with two 
young boys, her own nephews. 

An Aunt's Special Love is not, however, a tract on incest. We found that 
element primarily a ploy to allow this important psychological study to 
delve further beneath the restraints of conventional thinking, to force us 
to see and honestly confront the explosive suppressed emotions of a lovely 
but tormented young woman in search of herself. And we feel that this 
challenging, disturbing work underlines the new awareness's of contemporary 
research into the mysteries of human and particularly female sexuality. It 
demonstrates, as almost no recently released work of fiction succeeds in 
doing, the extent of the evolution only the last few years have brought in 
regard to popular attitudes and moral codes. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Sharon Green sighed wistfully, gazing out over the still, now almost steel 
gray water of the bay, where the sun was gradually setting behind the heavy 
bank of cumulus clouds lying across the horizon. She brought her hands 
slowly up over her body, cupping them across the soft bare flesh of her 
feminine biceps, then drawing them up to her rounded shoulders where her 
darkly tanned flesh was highlighted by the white shoulder straps of the lacy 
silk slip she wore. 

That was one of the advantages of her little summer cottage. It sat almost 
on the edge of the water, with only a narrow strip of beach running before 
it, and her front porch was invisible from the other half dozen houses along 
the cove. Unless there was a fisherman trolling before it, she could emerge 
for a breath of air or a glimpse of the sea without regard for how she was 
dressed. She could at this moment have just as easily been standing there 
naked as in the softly clinging little slip. 

The attractive twenty-eight year old brunette let her eyes descend from the 
panorama of the bay to the smooth swells of her own half exposed breasts, 
thrust up high and close together by the constricting brassiere she wore 
beneath her slip. For some reason she shivered slightly, a shiver of 
awareness. She dragged her hands downward from her shoulders, gently 
massaging the upper reaches of the two voluptuously pliant mounds. Then she 
dropped her arms to her sides, her breasts rising as she breathed in deeply, 
falling gently as she again heaved her breath out in a long slow sigh. 

Sharon wondered, as she'd often wondered before, if it hadn't been a mistake 
for her to take the summer cottage as part of her share of the real estate 
in the settlement of the division of communal property after her divorce 
with Blake. It was a lovely little place, but it was hardly the type of 
place where most attractive young divorcees would want to spend their 
vacations. Its charm was its remoteness, and by any ordinary process of 
logic, remoteness would seem the last thing Sharon needed now. She had been 
divorced for almost six months. The worst of the shock had passed, leaving a 
dull numbness. She no longer missed Blake, no longer loved him or even tried 
to convince herself that she ever really had loved him. There was just an 
empty place in her life where he had been, or where the concept of her 
marriage had been. And if her marriage had caused her more sorrow than joy, 
at least the sorrow had been something. And now there was nothing, just this 
dull awareness that she was supposed to be in the prime of her life as a 
woman, and doing nothing to take advantage of it. 

The sexy young brunette turned and walked to the edge of the porch, leaned 
out over the rail to peer around the house and back up the tiny hill against 
which it leaned, to the other more elegant summer homes. Her neighbors here 
were not only all married, but older, more conservative. They were the kind 
of people who spent their leisure time fishing, their nights talking about 
salmon strikes and blaming the bad season on the Russian trawlers that 
patroled the waters just outside the twelve mile limit. They had been 
Blake's kind of people, never hers. 

Sharon turned again and walked slowly back to the door and into the small, 
cozy living room of the cottage. Perhaps her friend Gloria had been right 
about these vacation plans. She almost winced now as she remembered the 
scorn with which her blonde friend and co-worker, also a recent divorcee but 
almost her opposite in every trait of personality, had regarded her when 
Sharon had confessed that instead of going to some resort or other for her 
holidays she was going to take her vacation in the company of her two young 
nephews, here in what had been her and her husband's summer cottage, at this 
remote little cove twenty miles south of Eureka, on the northern California 
coast. 

Then suddenly Sharon's whole mood changed, the metamorphosis inspired by the 
mere thought of the two young boys of whom she was so fond. Though she'd 
never have admitted it to Gloria, Sharon had been secretly overjoyed when 
her brother Dave had called from Los Angeles and said he and his. wife were 
going to spend his vacation in the Yucatan, far in the South of Mexico, and 
asked if there would be any way Sharon could take care of the boys for a 
couple of weeks. It had been sheer coincidence that Dave had arranged his 
holidays at the same time Sharon was taking her own, and though he'd 
protested vigorously when he learned that, Sharon had insisted that having 
the boys with her would be the greatest way she could imagine spending her 
free time. 

It was escapism, she knew. Since the divorce she'd fallen into a rut, a 
routine of working, eating and sleeping that filled up the days without 
offering excitement or challenge. But vacation was going to be a forced 
break in that routine, a break she feared and dreaded. Now she would not be 
alone, and she would not have to go through the trauma of any kind of 
dealings with eligible men. And that was, the crux of what she still 
desperately wanted to avoid. The truth of the matter was that Sharon still 
wasn't ready to begin functioning as a carefree single girl again. She 
hadn't yet made the adjustment, and it was an adjustment that couldn't be 
forced. 

"Well," the young divorcee said aloud to herself. "They'll be here tomorrow, 
anyway." Then she laughed softly. "Talking to myself. Two days of solitude 
up here and I'm already going batty." She paused, then added, "Oh hell." 
Shaking her head in reproach to herself, she walked across the room to the 
short corridor that lead to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, she threw 
herself down on her back on the soft mattress. Staring silently up at the 
ceiling, she again spoke, aloud to herself: "I wonder what Gloria would 
think if she knew I masturbate?" 

Christ, Sharon thought. What was coming over her? What would anybody have 
thought if they heard her say that? Gloria, she knew, was having several 
affairs. She kept them all going at once, managing the men in her life like 
a juggler. And Sharon had not so much as been embraced by a man, except her 
brother Dave, since she and Blake had parted company. Perhaps, as Gloria 
insisted, that state of affairs wasn't natural. Perhaps masturbation wasn't 
natural either for a sensuous and lovely young woman like herself. But she 
did it, sometimes. She'd always done it occasionally, having started when 
she was a young girl, when she'd been almost an ugly duckling with braces on 
her teeth, before the metamorphosis that had turned her swiftly from a 
wallflower into one of the most popular girls in school. And it was a 
practice she'd never completely abandoned, not even during the four years of 
her marriage. 

Sharon heaved her breath in. Even as she'd thought about it, her fingers had 
danced down to the hem of her slip and started unconsciously to pull it up 
off the smoothness of her shapely thighs. She hadn't planned on doing it 
now. That wasn't why she'd come into the bedroom. But it seemed it always 
happened as an accident. It was never something she planned. She just did 
it. And perhaps, Sharon thought as a way of rationalizing the act of which 
even she had never been able to completely approve, it was just as well she 
did do it today. With Pete and Jimmy here for two weeks beginning tomorrow, 
it would certainly be out of the question. 

Unconsciously, Sharon had allowed the unsatiated longings of her neglected 
body almost to overcome her, and the passionate sensations of her building 
lust were now creeping relentlessly over every inch of her flesh. Her hand 
slid eagerly up the sensitive skin of her warm inner thighs, her fingers 
tugging at the tight crotch band of her panties, drawing it aside off the 
softly haired lips of her pussy. Then she jerked as the middle finger of her 
other hand came into sudden titillating contact with the throbbing outer 
lips of her unfulfilled vagina and found the lust hardened little knob of 
her clitoris. 

A deep gasp welled in the aroused ' divorcee's throat as she spread her 
thighs out wide apart, causing the hem of her thin white slip to work 
completely up over her already sensuously squirming hips. Her fingers began 
to fondle the burgeoning little clitoral bud and she felt tremors of 
mounting excitement coursing through her loins at the lust inspiring 
sensations she derived from the tantalizing contact. 

"Ooooooh," the voluptuous brunette moaned, as though in invitation to an 
invisible lover about to mount and ravish her. She could feel the tiny blood 
swollen bud pulsating fiercely under her fingertip, growing stiffer and 
bigger with each passing second. And now her other hand released her panty 
crotch band and moved up to massage her breasts on the outside of her thin 
slip and tightly constricting brassiere, the friction of the silky material 
on the soft little nipples causing them to swell to tingling rigidity. 

Now the frustrated young divorcee was uncontrollably lost in the consuming 
hunger of her lust. She could feel her entire body already beginning to 
strain as she tried to glean every titillating jolt from her erotic 
caresses. The tantalizing need surged over all her softly writhing flesh, 
and she completely abandoned the idea of even trying to hold back. What did 
it matter? There was no one to see her lustful exhibition. She had no one. 
She had nothing. She was alone, with only her longing and frustration to 
keep her company. 

A stream of moans and whimpers issued from Sharon's parted lips as she began 
to masturbate in earnest. Her fingers continued to swirl licentiously around 
the tenderly twitching furrow of her pussy, circling the warmly clasping 
cuntal opening nestled between the hair fringed outer folds of flesh. She 
ground her buttocks rhythmically up and down on the mattress, closing her 
dark eyes, gritting her teeth, and flaying her head from side to side on the 
pillow. Then, overcome by the urgency of her lust, she brought her other 
hand down from her breasts, tearing desperately at the waistband of her 
tight little panties to pull the flimsy undergarment down off the roundness 
of her buttocks to fully expose her naked pussy to the ravishing assault of 
her lewdly fucking fingers. 

The excited young woman was no longer even trying to hold back. She didn't 
want to. She was experiencing feelings that her body demanded above and 
beyond all moral considerations, and she craved the release that she knew 
her illicit act would eventually bring. Her fingers were probing in an 
obscene, flat, three fingered wedge up and down across the petal shaped 
orifice between her widespread legs, her body already filling with the 
promise of fulfillment from the flames of desire raging over her tingling 
flesh. 

Now Sharon's softly exposed skin was hued by a crimson flush and her mouth 
hung open in her accelerating desire. She tossed her head back, whipping her 
brown hair softly over her naked shoulders, writhing and bucking in complete 
oblivion to the shamelessness of her act. She was oblivious to everything 
now but the need building up in her loins, and nothing mattered but the 
enveloping pleasure convulsing through her womb from the incredible little 
spasms of her desire ravished pussy flesh. 

The aroused brunette divorce continued to fondle and massage the burning 
plane of her writhing pussy, edging her fingers harder and harder back and 
forth over the tantalizing opening of her lust ignited cunt. She could feel 
the tension building through her body and she arched her buttocks up from 
the bed, a low moan rising in her throat as she further increased the 
pressure, finally inserting her middle finger straight up into the moistly 
grasping passage. 

"Oh God! Oooooohh, yes!" Even in her solitude Sharon couldn't resist a heart 
felt sigh of pleasure and release from just the small measure of 
satisfaction afforded by this further intimacy she took with her own 
writhing body. The sheer raw sensation she derived from the obscene self 
penetration only further heightened her lust, sweeping aside her last 
lingering inhibitions, and eagerly the passionate young woman began to 
rotate her finger around in the warm moist depths of her vagina, feeling the 
heated walls of flesh close hungrily around the welcomed manual intruder. 

"Uuuugggghhh!" she groaned, the fires of her consuming arousal ignited even 
more furiously by the increase in sensation. Then with a deeper grunt she 
inserted a second finger beside the first up into her hungrily accepting 
orifice, beginning to screw the two of them in and out in salacious 
imitation of the act of copulation. She ground her heatedly churning cunt up 
in frenzied gyrations, clasping desperately at the penetrating digital wedge 
as if in attempt to swallow her fingers completely into her love denied 
belly. She tweaked wildly with her thumb across the throbbing little bud of 
her clitoris and her other hand roamed back up her body to reach inside her 
bra cups and stroke alternately at the two tingling buds of her hard swollen 
nipples. 

Sharon's entire body was suffused with overpowering need, and she almost 
lost consciousness of where she was and what she was doing, almost lost 
consciousness even of her own identity. All she knew was that she was 
finally receiving the pleasure for which she so desperately yearned, and 
that was all that mattered right now. Her hips were bucking up and down in 
obscene contortions. Her fingers were moving in and out swiftly between her 
wide splayed thighs. She was groaning and sobbing, already beginning to 
strain for the release she now knew was imminent. 

And mere moments later the final rush to ecstasy began. She felt a sudden 
wild fluttering far up inside her belly and again she arched her buttocks 
high up off the bed, drawing her fingers almost completely out of her lewdly 
violated inner flesh, holding them poised in threatening promise at the 
entrance of her quivering little orifice for a moment before she drove them 
frenziedly back up into the clutching moistness of her tingling pussy and 
began to jerk and rock her whole body in frantic rhythm with the fiery 
churning that possessed her inflamed inner warmth and tightness. 

"Oh my God," Sharon gasped as though in awe as she felt her wildly aroused 
body rocketing blindly along to the mind shattering brink of her now 
inevitable climax. She was going to cum from her own manual eroticism, from 
the obscene fucking of her own fingers up into her passion incensed cunt. 
Now she couldn't have stopped it even if she wanted to and though somewhere 
deep inside herself she still knew it was wrong, knew that later she would 
hate herself for yielding again, none of that seemed important now. All that 
mattered was to ride the crest of sensation that consumed her. 

"Oooooh, I'm cumming!" the excited brunette moaned aloud in her sweeping 
delirium as the tremendous spasms of exhilarating pleasure shuddered through 
her flesh, leaving her gasping and breathless, wracking her body with the 
repeated shattering convulsions of unadulterated animal lust. Her plunging 
fingers continued to saw in and out of her frenziedly spasming pussy and she 
could feel the released secretions of her pussy gushing down in unchecked 
flow over the rounded curves of her buttocks and across the tingling little 
entrance of her anus. Her desire swollen breasts strained against her 
constricting brassiere, shaking and heaving with abandoned passion, and her 
buttocks clenched and unclenched in naked rhythm against the soft bedspread 
on which she lay. 

It seemed as if the storm would never end. Then at last Sharon felt the 
powerful tremors begin to subside and her sated body sagged in exhaustion on 
the bed. For a moment her mind was blank. She basked in a limbo of peace and 
stillness, floating as though in the vacuum of outer space. But gradually 
her conscience began to assert itself, to remind her of the wrongness and 
the shamefulness of the act she'd just committed. 

But she knew it could not have been otherwise. She knew she could not have 
stopped herself. And as she opened her eyes and pulled her panties slowly 
back up her thighs and over the soft black "vee" of her lust wet cuntal hair 
nestled so delicately between them, Sharon's only consolation was that at 
least it couldn't happen again during the last two weeks. 

Her two nephews would be arriving in Eureka in the afternoon and the mere 
thought of seeing them again was a miraculous boost to her spirit. During 
the time she'd been married to Blake she'd nearly lost touch with her own 
family. It had been nearly two years since she'd seen the boys and now, as 
she counted up, she was surprised to discover that they would be fourteen 
and fifteen already. 

My God, she thought. They were old enough to be interested in girls. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sharon parked at the bus station and turned off the ignition of the little 
VW bug she'd bought just before her divorce was finalized. She leaned across 
the seat to make a last quick inspection of her makeup in the rear view 
mirror. Then she felt a sudden frantic thumping of her heart as she watched 
the big Greyhound bus come around the corner and turn into the shed. She 
opened the door and stepped down, smoothing her loose cotton skirt over the 
softness of her shapely thighs before starting down the sidewalk to the 
station entrance. Reaching the door, she stopped, her stomach fluttering as 
she saw the two young boys who would be her wards and companions for the 
next two weeks coming into the terminal from the opposite side. 

The voluptuous brunette breathed in deeply, at once thrilled and disturbed 
at the sight of her teenage nephews. My God, they really had grown up. Pete, 
leading the way, hardly looked like the same boy she remembered at all. His 
curly hair twirled down over his ears, framing a dark and handsome face. He 
was wearing a tight fitting T-shirt under which his muscles rippled, and a 
pair of stylish bell-bottom trousers, and his blue eyes were casting with an 
almost animal alertness around the station. Behind him came Jimmy who also 
bore the marks of the years though he hadn't quite lost the baby faced 
cuteness of which Sharon had always been so fond. Lighter haired than his 
brother, Jimmy was still visibly possessed of a child's exuberance and 
curiosity. His innocence was untainted. But Pete, Sharon realized with a 
sudden twinge of apprehension, revealed in his bearing and in his eyes a 
certain degree of worldly knowledge. 

Then Sharon tensed as Jimmy's eagerly roving gaze singled her out from among 
the people now moving past her in and out of the door. He moved up beside 
his brother, seizing Pete's elbow and pointing past him toward her. Then he 
left the older boy behind and came rushing toward her. 

"Aunt Sharon! Aunt Sharon!" he cried, bursting through the door and fairly 
lunging into her arms. 

"Oh Jimmy," Sharon moaned, hugging the cute youngster to her, vaguely 
conscious of his face nestling innocently between the voluptuous mounds of 
her breasts. 

Then she disengaged herself and peered back into the station, only to 
discover she'd lost sight of Pete. "Where's your brother?" 

"He's getting the bags," Jimmy said, pointing in the general direction of 
the baggage check. 

Again Sharon experienced a twinge of apprehension as Pete turned and came 
sauntering up, bearing two suitcases easily, toward her. Now their eyes met, 
then for a moment he let his eyes descent down the length of her softly 
curved body. Then he was once more looking at her face, his gaze cool and 
detached and almost hostile, she thought, though she couldn't guess why it 
should be. 

"H-hello, Pete," Sharon said nervously as the more mature of the two 
brothers emerged through the station door. "I'm glad to see you." 

"Aunt Sharon," Pete said brusquely. Then silently he stared at her, his eyes 
seeming to bore into her, almost melting her before him. Weakly, Sharon met 
the boy's steel gaze. Then she looked away and turned and started back to 
the car. Jimmy danced along in happy circles beside her, beginning to jabber 
excitedly and almost incoherently about a number of seemingly unrelated 
subjects. 

Still laden with the bags, Pete followed coolly and at a distance behind 
them. At the car Sharon unlocked the trunk and the muscular youngster 
unloaded the two bags. Seemingly amused though still in no way friendly 
toward her, Pete took the back seat and let his younger brother join Sharon 
in the front for a ride back to the cove and her little cottage. As they 
drove through the forest of towering redwoods, Jimmy chatted excitedly about 
school, about his friends, about Pete's having made the football team his 
freshman year. Pete sat in silence except for a few terse remarks in 
response to Sharon's awkward attempts to make conversation. She felt 
rebuffed, and she realized that unless a rapport could be established with 
the older of the two boys it was going to be a very difficult two weeks. 

It was nearing sunset when they descended the steep road down into the cove. 
Jimmy responded with his characteristic excitement at seeing the beach while 
Pete merely looked at the grander panorama and remarked that it was 
beautiful. But though he seemed impressed, he still seemed no happier at 
being there. 

Sharon found her spirits lifting nonetheless as she showed the boys around 
the house. Jimmy was excited over everything and was very happy with the 
view of the ocean from the room he was to share with his brother. Pete still 
said very little and only seemed to want to be left alone, though he did 
display a mild interest when Sharon pointed out the closet full of fishing 
tackle which her ex-husband had never bothered to pick up, and told them 
they could use it anytime they wanted. Perhaps, she thought, Blake would 
still come around for the stuff. In the meantime she knew she would have 
plenty of company and attention from Jimmy, and that thought caused her to 
stare lovingly at the younger boy. 

He had certainly grown since she'd seen him last, she thought as she let her 
eyes run over his developing young body. Though both boys favored their 
father, she thought the resemblance would be even more profound in Jimmy, 
once he matured. Sharon and her brother had been very close as children, too 
close, almost, Sharon remembered with a twinge of embarrassment and guilt. 
They'd played some very dangerous games when Dave was a robust and maturing 
teenager and she was just beginning to develop the first secret attributes 
of womanhood. Dave was older of course and had been much more knowledgeable. 
At the time she hadn't understood, but looking back now, she couldn't help 
but believe he had on several occasions been tempted to take advantage of 
her. And she knew she probably wouldn't have resisted. Where Dave was 
concerned, she could never resist anything he wanted when she was a child, 
and it made her almost blush even now to think of the innocence in which she 
used to show her sensuous young body to him when they were alone at home 
that summer of his last year in high school and her first in junior high. 

Sharon sighed. My God! She hadn't thought of that in ages. But seeing Dave's 
two sons could hardly have done anything but remind her. And little Jimmy 
really was developing into a fine looking teenager. She smiled to herself as 
she glanced at the short white hairs on his forearms and the barely 
discernible ripple of his developing biceps. He really looked almost exactly 
the way Dave had looked when he was that age, and she found herself drawn 
instinctively to his warm friendliness. But she was determined to give both 
her nephews equal attention and allow no favoritism, as difficult as she 
feared that would be considering Pete's inflexible attitude. 

Still reflecting on this, she left the boys in their room and went to the 
kitchen to prepare dinner. Perhaps Pete's seeming hostility was only 
natural. It occurred to her that though Jimmy was still a little too young, 
Pete was probably at the point of developing relationships with members of 
the opposite sex. He might even have a special girl friend already. And any 
boy at that age would resent being shipped off to spend two weeks with his 
aunt in a spot where there would be no likelihood of his even seeing any 
girls his age. 

It was Jimmy's continued vitality that served to keep dinner from being too 
tense, but by the time they'd finished eating, Sharon was convinced she had 
to have a little time to herself. Though Pete had said virtually nothing 
during the course of the meal, she found him staring at her on several 
occasions, staring that same intent way he had when they first confronted 
each other at the bus station in the afternoon. And it had almost completely 
unnerved her. What she needed, she knew, was something to make her relax, 
and though she was by no means a habitual drinker, the young divorcee had 
learned during the traumatic months that had followed the break-up of her 
marriage that a few carefully controlled shots of medicinal whiskey always 
made it easier for her to get through the lonely nights. As it would not 
have done for the boys to see her drinking, Sharon was relieved when Jimmy 
pointed out that the moon was almost full and asked if he and his brother 
could go exploring along the beach around the cove. 

"Sure, Jimmy," Sharon said after a moment's hesitation, not wanting to sound 
overly elated at the suggestion. "I don't see why not. As long as you don't 
stay out too long." 

"Good!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Come on, Pete. Let's get out of here. Maybe 
there'll be some animals or something around." 

Pete remained silent for a moment. He looked again briefly at Sharon in that 
same disquieting way, then shook his head. "Naw. You go on. I've got some 
reading I want to do." 

"Reading?" Jimmy said, and Sharon didn't miss the tone of surprise in his 
voice. Pete stared at the boy fixedly for a moment, and Jimmy looked back in 
seeming utter confusion. Then he shrugged and nodded. "Oh, all right. I 
guess I'll go by myself." He paused, then smiled and rose. "And that was 
really a good dinner you cooked, Aunt Sharon." 

"Thank you, Jimmy," said the older woman, still wondering what was the 
meaning of the silent exchange that had passed between the two boys. Then as 
Jimmy went out the door, she turned cautiously to Pete who was now also 
getting to his feet. 

"I...enjoyed the meal," he said stiffly then turned and walked out of the 
kitchen. She listened to his footsteps going away down the hall and heard 
the bedroom door open and close. She sat still for a moment then got up and 
cleared the dishes away from the table, leaving them to soak in the sink 
while she poured herself a glass of Scotch from the bottle she kept hidden 
in the top of the cabinet, resumed her seat and began slowly to sip it. 

She'd poured and finished her second and was about to begin her third when 
she heard the opening of the front door that signaled Jimmy's return. 

Pete Harwood's eyes roved hungrily over the photograph of the naked woman 
lying spread eagled on the Persian carpet, his hand slipping down inside his 
trousers and shorts to clasp tightly around the lust swollen shaft of his 
cock. Then, hearing his brother coming down the hall, he quickly withdrew 
his hand from inside his trousers and gathered up the half dozen explicit 
pornographic photos that were spread out on the mattress. He leaned across 
and placed them on the floor beneath the bed just a moment before the door 
opened and Jimmy came bursting through. 

Damn! he thought to himself, looking up at his kid brother with a scowl. He 
should have gone ahead and started immediately after he got to the bedroom. 
Then he could have been through twice over if he wanted to. But jacking off 
was always more satisfying after a build up. He liked to look at the 
pictures and dream about the girl he was going to imagine he was fucking, 
for as long as he could hold back, before he finally began to play with 
himself. And tonight, thinking what it would be like to do it to his Aunt 
Sharon, he'd really let his mind go off on a tangent. And now he'd missed 
his chance. 

"You must not have gone very far," Pete said dryly. 

"I-I got tired of just walking by myself," said Jimmy, looking curiously at 
the more mature teenager. "I thought you wanted to read something." 

"I read it." 

"What? I don't see anything." 

"Don't worry about it," Pete said. "I just didn't feel like walking in the 
moonlight with you. Get in your bed and let's go to sleep. There's nothing 
else to do around this damn place anyway." 

Slightly hurt and still confused by his brother's attitude, Jimmy started to 
strip down to his jockey shorts, then slipped beneath the sheet on the twin 
bed set against the window that looked out on the beach. Pete flicked off 
the lamp on the nightstand beside his own bed and turned his back to his 
brother as he shed his own Levi's in the dark in order to conceal the still 
fully pulsing erection of his hard young cock. Then he got beneath the 
covers of his own bed, closing his eyes and pretending immediately to snore. 

"Pete? Hey Pete!" Jimmy protested. "You're not asleep already, are you?" 

Pete turned over slowly. "No. I'm not asleep. Whatta you want?" 

"I don't know. I just want to talk. 

It's...it's really great being here, isn't it?" 

"The greatest." The sarcasm in Pete's voice was obvious. 

"And Aunt Sharon is really fantastic, too. Don't you think? She's even 
sexier than I remember her. Don't you think so?" 

"What do you know about sex?" Pete sneered. 

"What's the matter with you?" Jimmy's voice revealed his hurt. "I bet I know 
almost as much as you do. I know a sexy woman when I see one. You're just 
jealous because you can't think of anything to say to her." 

Pete stiffened for a moment and he tightened his hand hard around his cock 
beneath the sheet. 

"Hey, I didn't mean that, Pete. Really, I didn't. I was just thinking about 
the way we used to talk about her after that last time she came to visit. 
Don't you remember how . . . . ? " 

"For Chrissakes, will you shut up?" 

Pete's throat was dry and his heart was pounding. He was fighting to subdue 
the feelings surging through him. Damn that kid! He should realize that was 
just child's talk, the things they had said about their dark haired aunt. 
And he was past all that now. At least he was past talking about it aloud, 
anyway. He could still think about it. He'd been thinking about Aunt Sharon 
just before Jimmy had gotten back. He'd been thinking about her ever since 
he'd seen her sexy body and gorgeous face today at the bus station and 
confirmed that the illusion he'd built up about her these last couple of 
years had not been exaggerated. But he'd been planning to do more than just 
think. He was going to do something about it if Jimmy hadn't come back. He 
was going to jerk off. 

"Maybe you think those stupid high school girls you're always trying to make 
time with have got something," Jimmy taunted, "but I think you're just 
blind." 

Pete couldn't take it any longer. 

"All right, smart ass. I'm going to show you something that might get your 
mind off Aunt Sharon, or at least let you see she's not the only woman in 
the world." 

He flicked the light back on beside his bed then leaned over to retrieve the 
photographs he'd shoved beneath it. 

"W-what have you got there?" Jimmy said, frowning suspiciously. 

"Have a look," Pete said, not completely able to contain his pride as he 
leaned over to hand the pictures to the other youngster. 

"Gee whiz!" Jimmy exclaimed, his eyes bugging as he looked at the first 
photograph. "These women are naked!" 

"You damn right they're naked," Pete said, relishing his superiority over 
his younger brother. 

Jimmy's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the full color photograph 
of a beautiful blonde stretched out languidly on her side on a sofa. One 
hand was cupping her full pointed breasts protectively, and the other rested 
lightly on her smooth belly just below her navel and just above the triangle 
of pubic hair as blonde as the hair on her head that curled beckoningly 
between her thighs. The amazed youngster felt a quickening of his pulse and 
he was aware of a tightening knot of excitement deep in the pit of his 
stomach. This was what a real naked woman looked like! The pictures showed 
everything, everything he'd always wondered about when he would sneak a look 
at the girlie magazines they sold in drugstores, and eagerly his eyes flew 
on to the next picture and then the rest. 

"So how do you like that?" Pete asked. "Pretty good pictures, huh?" All the 
older brother's previous resentment had been swept away by his pride at 
contributing to Jimmy's sexual initiation, and he was profoundly pleased at 
the younger boy's obvious appreciation of the lewdly revealing photos. 

"Where'd you get these?" Jimmy asked at last, a hint of admiration in his 
voice. 

"Don't worry about that," said Pete. "But maybe at least you can see why 
I've got better things to worry about than just dreaming of Aunt Sharon all 
the time." 

"But I bet she's just as good or even better than any of these," said Jimmy. 
"Even without her clothes I bet she looks just as good as them." I bet she 
does too, Pete couldn't help thinking to himself, though at present he 
wouldn't have admitted it aloud for the world. Nor would he admit that 
tonight when he was looking at these pictures, it was their aunt he was 
really thinking about. He couldn't help but imagine how great she must look 
without her clothes. Because she had really nice tits and a really nice ass, 
and it didn't take X-ray vision to see that even through her dress. But he 
was still glad he'd shown the photos to Jimmy. He didn't know for certain 
whether or not he really should have, but it seemed like he'd done the right 
thing. After all, Jimmy must be getting about old enough to raise a hard-on 
by now. 

"Well boys, what have you got there that's so interesting?" 

Pete started as he heard his aunt's voice in the door, and he stared up in 
open mouthed horror as she pushed it open from the crack at which Jimmy had 
left it and moved through toward the bed. He glanced, quickly around at his 
younger brother, feeling his heart sink at the realization that Jimmy hadn't 
had the presence of mind to get the pictures hidden before Aunt Sharon could 
determine for certain it was they that had so held his interest. But even in 
his embarrassment and confusion, Pete was shrewd enough to note a difference 
in Sharon's manner. She'd been very nervous all day, but now she seemed full 
of confidence, the kind of confidence people usually seemed to get from 
drinking liquor. 

"All right, Jimmy, let's see," said Sharon, stopping at the edge of the 
younger boy's bed. "Hand them over," she added, trying to inject some 
authentic authority into her voice. She didn't want to frighten them, and 
she thought that perhaps it might have been better if she hadn't even let 
them know she'd seen them examining what she instinctively knew must be 
pornographic photographs. But when she'd paused on her way to the bathroom 
to glance curiously in at them and had seen the way Jimmy was looking at the 
pictures, she'd moved without thinking. It was probably the fault of the 
alcohol she'd imbibed, but now that she'd made her move, her only choice was 
to follow through. 

Jimmy hesitated, clutching the pictures to his bare chest, looking 
sheepishly up at Sharon, then pleadingly over at his brother. 

Pete tried to rally his courage. He stared at the sensuous brunette, letting 
his eyes drop fleetingly to his aunt's fully rounded breasts that were now 
rising and falling against the material of her blouse with her strained and 
almost audible breathing. He coughed to get her attention. "This...this is 
no business of yours," he said defensively, though he still secretly found 
himself wishing the ground would open and swallow him up. 

"Jimmy," Sharon insisted, determined not to back down. 

His face flushed red, Jimmy held out his hand. Sharon took the photos and a 
quick glance confirmed her worst suspicions. 

"Jimmy, I'm surprised at you. And you, Pete. You should know better at your 
age. I suppose these pictures are yours?" 

Pete refused to answer, but he couldn't prevent the telltale flush that 
suffused his face, and he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. 

"I'm sorry, Aunt Sharon," Jimmy blurted suddenly. "I won't do it again. I 
promise I'll never do anything like that again." 

Sharon felt her anger fading. She knew there wasn't really anything so 
terribly wrong in what the boys had been doing, but as their aunt, she felt 
it her duty to at least pretend to disapprove. But her mask of the outraged 
disciplinarian was fading fast, and, strange as it seemed, she realized that 
what she would really like to do most right now would be to take Jimmy in 
her arms, to hold him tightly to her breasts, to console and comfort him in 
his shame and humiliation. But of course that would never do. 

"That's all right, Jimmy," she said after a moment. "I just hope you're 
sorry, too, Pete. Even if you wanted to look at such disgusting pictures 
yourself, you had no right to show them to Jimmy. I would really have 
expected better of you. I just wonder what your father would say if he knew 
about this." 

Pete's face was now fiery red, but the color stemmed as much from resentment 
as embarrassment. She was placing all the blame on him. And even if it was 
his fault, Jimmy had been looking at the pictures. But the kid could do no 
wrong in her eyes. 

"All right," Sharon said. "We'll forget this happened. But I'm taking these 
photographs with me. And you had better get some rest." 

Pete watched with continued bitterness as she turned and walked briskly out 
the door. Then he flicked off the light and rolled over on his side, his 
hand once more clutching the shaft of his rock hard penis. "Hey Pete? Pete!" 

"Shut up and go to sleep," Pete growled. 

He waited, almost holding his breath until Jimmy also flicked off his lamp. 
Damn it, the older boy thought to himself. Why did they have to be sent up 
here? How was he going to get through two weeks of watching and wanting his 
aunt when she couldn't stand him? When she spent all her time doting on 
Jimmy? 

 CHAPTER THREE 

True to her promise, the boys' voluptuous aunt made no mention the next day 
of the pornographic photos she'd taken from them. But it was not completely 
as though the incident were forgotten. At breakfast that morning there was a 
distinct tension in the air. Sharon was obviously trying her best to act 
casual, but it was a strained endeavor. Pete was sullen and reticent. He 
knew all the blame had been placed on him and he felt it was unjustly so. 
But the primary obstacle to rapport among the trio was little Jimmy. Where 
he had previously been lighthearted, full of excitement and humor, he was 
nervous and evasive now. Sharon naturally assumed his manner was an 
expression of his shame at having been caught looking at the pictures, but 
the fact was that it was much more complicated than that. 

Jimmy couldn't get the pictures out of his mind. He'd never been able to 
conceive of what a woman would look like in the nude. And though he'd had a 
hazy idea, the vision he'd carried until now in the innocent eye of his mind 
hardly compared to what he'd seen in his brother's explicit colored 
photographs. He couldn't rid his mind of what he'd seen and, worse, he 
couldn't so much as glance at his Aunt Sharon without reminding himself that 
she must look just like the women in the picture and perhaps, as he'd 
insisted to his brother the night before, even better. 

After breakfast Sharon suggested that the boys might like to do some fishing 
on the pier, which did engender in them a trace of enthusiasm. They seined 
minnows from a little creek pouring down the hill for bait and outfitted two 
of the casting rods Blake had left. By noon, when Sharon brought them 
sandwiches and a thermos of milk for lunch, they already had a nice catch of 
snappers and a couple of sole. But the tension extended also to the two boys 
themselves. Pete was still bitter about the night before and Jimmy was so 
ashamed and disturbed by his own secret thoughts that he didn't even confide 
them to his brother. 

Dressing the fish was a task but the sole made a very nice dinner and the 
snappers were put into the freezer for future eating, or to be taken home 
when the boys went back to Southern California. After a tense night of 
watching television the brothers retired, leaving Sharon in the den, 
grateful for the opportunity to sneak a couple of her medicinal whiskies. In 
their room, Pete turned his light off immediately and rolled on his side and 
pretended to snore, and in a moment Jimmy followed suit. But the younger 
boy's eyes remained wide open, staring into the dark. After perhaps half an 
hour he heard his Aunt Sharon pass in the hall on the way to her room. He 
waited breathlessly for a few moments, his heart thumping powerfully in his 
chest at the idea that had seized him. It was dangerous, he knew, and it was 
wrong. And if he were caught and his father informed he would be in the 
worst trouble he'd ever been in in his life. But he had to try. 

His mind made up, Jimmy slipped silently from the bed and pulled his Levi's 
on. He glanced at the shadowy form of his sleeping brother, then tiptoed to 
the door. His heart thudding, Jimmy hurried down the hall. He didn't know 
what had come over him. He just knew that ever since looking at those dirty 
pictures last night he'd wanted to have a look at his Aunt Sharon too, and 
now seemed the perfect chance. Even if he just peeked through the key hole 
to watch her undress, he thought that would be enough. Then, at least, he 
would have seen a real naked woman instead of just the pictures. 

Jimmy slowed down and for the last few steps he held his breath, noting as 
he did so that a shaft of light issued from through the door, which had been 
left several inches ajar. He paused, then edged silently closer, his heart 
pounding in his chest, his hands clammy from suppressed fear. He was almost 
there, but for a moment he almost lost his nerve. He'd heard older boys at 
school talk about window peeping and seeing their sisters in the shower and 
all, but this was different. This was his aunt, his father's younger sister, 
and if she did catch him and told his dad he knew he would really be in 
trouble. But he knew also that if he did chicken out he would spend the 
whole night tossing and turning, thinking and wondering about what he'd 
missed, and cursing himself for being a coward. 

Cautiously Jimmy took the last several steps to the door. He took one deep, 
silent breath, then leaned forward, craning his neck to peer through the two 
inch crack between the door and the woodwork. And he almost gasped aloud at 
the sight that greeted him. 

Aunt Sharon was standing only a few feet away from him and she was 
completely naked except for her brassiere and a pair of tight little panties 
that hung so low on her hips he could see the top of the crack of her ass. 
She was standing in profile to him, gazing across at herself in the dressing 
table mirror. There was something very strange about the look in her face. 
Her eyes were narrow, kind of glossed over. Her red lips were slightly 
parted and now her tongue flicked out to lick them, and somehow just that 
little gesture was enough to prompt Jimmy's hard little cock to jerk 
violently in his tight jockey shorts and jeans. Then his mouth fell open as 
she reached up behind her back and unsnapped the brassiere. 

Jimmy could hardly believe his eyes as he watched his voluptuous brunette 
Aunt push the straps of the brassiere slowly from her curved white 
shoulders, shedding the flimsy garment down over her arms to reveal 
completely to his hungry gaze the lusciously formed mounds of her breasts, 
standing up full and proud with no need of artificial support, the mauve 
colored nipples that tipped them peaking suddenly to pert rigidity from 
their contact with the air. 

Again Jimmy felt compelled to hold his breath. He observed with wonder the 
sight of his aunt's nakedly exposed torso, his eyes bugging as she raised 
her arms to run her hands through her long brown hair, the gesture prompting 
her breasts to arch even higher and more invitingly, defying gravity itself. 

Then she dropped her hands back down to her sides, took a deep breath, and 
slipped her thumbs down inside the tight elastic waistband of her panties. 
And as Jimmy watched with awe, she slowly began to squirm out of them, 
wriggling her buttocks slightly as she pushed the flimsy nylon down off her 
hips and let the panties drop to her ankles. Stepping lightly out of them, 
she stood completely naked, all her stunning feminine beauty exposed to his 
innocent gaze. 

The astonished teenager's first impulse was to run, but he was so dumbstruck 
by the sight of his beautiful aunt standing stark naked before him that he 
couldn't pull his eyes away from her. She was more than he could have 
dreamed, even after seeing the pictures his brother had shown him the night 
before. He was panting crazily just looking at her pointed breasts and the 
tantalizing little nipples that tipped them, and now he could even see the 
soft black hair nestled awesomely beautiful between her thighs, not at all 
wiry like the few hairs he himself had, nor coarse and tangled like Pete's. 

Then, as if to facilitate his longing, Sharon turned suddenly toward the 
door, facing him so that he could better appreciate the incredible roundness 
of her breasts, the symmetrical placement of the inviting little nipples. 
She too was gazing down at her body, and the fact that she was not looking 
at the door gave Jimmy the time to let his own eyes descend in detailed 
inspection over all the naked beauty of her lushly exposed flesh. And as he 
looked right at the triangle of soft black hair down between her thighs, 
glimpsing even the top of the little pink slit that must be her cunt, the 
boy realized even in his innocence that he was witnessing and observing one 
of the truly beautiful sights to be seen in the world. He didn't even know 
why it was beautiful, what it was that made it appealing. He only knew that 
he'd never seen anything so compelling in his life, and intuitively knew 
that he never would again. 

A sixth sense seemed to warn Jimmy and he jerked his head back from the 
crack in the door just as his aunt lifted her eyes. He waited, again not 
daring to breathe. She'd almost seen him then and he knew that the most 
intelligent thing he could do now was quit while he was ahead. He'd seen 
everything there was to see. To look at her further was only going to 
increase the risk. But he couldn't stop himself. He had to have just one 
more look and, casting caution to the wind, Jimmy again leaned around to 
peer through the door just as his aunt turned away to present him with the 
almost equally tantalizing view of her naked buttocks, of the whole darkly 
forbidden crack of her ass between the dimpled half moons of her buttocks. 
As Jimmy gawked, the twenty-eight year old brunette walked away from him 
across the room to the closet. She opened the door and took a long negligee 
from the hook, wrapping it gently over her shoulders and extending her arms 
into the sleeves. Then suddenly and without warning she turned, and the 
color drained from Jimmy's face as she stared right through the crack into 
his own widened eyes. 

Never before in his short life had young Jimmy Harwood felt as bad as he did 
that terrible moment. He stood still, paralyzed, the pallor that had 
engulfed his face replaced by a crimson flush as Sharon stared at him in 
shock and horror. 

"Jimmy! Jimmy, how could you?" 

This was what he had feared, and yet he knew that by lingering so long he'd 
almost been asking for it to happen. He felt as if it were the end of the 
world and as her dark eyes bore into him he felt the tears suddenly pour 
from his own eyes and trickle wetly down his red flushed cheeks. 

"Come here, Jimmy!" Sharon snapped in a cracking voice. "Come in here right 
now, and close that door behind you." 

"Please, Aunt Sharon. I didn't mean anything. Honest, I just happened to 
walk by accidentally." 

"You walked by accidentally on your way to where, pray tell?" Sharon hissed, 
unable to keep the acid out of her voice. She had been almost as stunned at 
the sight of Jimmy as Jimmy had been at being caught spying on her, and she 
was completely at a loss as to how to handle the situation. In a way she was 
only playing for time at pretending to be cross and upset, because the truth 
was that she didn't really know how she felt about the discovery that her 
fourteen year old nephew was peeking on her and must certainly have watched 
her get undressed. Moments before, he must have seen her stark naked. He 
must have been staring at her lushly curved body the same way she'd seen him 
staring at the photos of the naked women the night before when she'd looked 
into his bedroom. 

A strange illicit sensation rippled through Sharon's body as she stood 
there, still immodestly clothed in only the flimsy, near transparent 
negligee, staring fixedly through the door at the trembling form of her 
brother's youngest son. She knew that by any standard she should be 
genuinely angry at this blatant invasion of her privacy. But she wasn't 
angry at all, and she didn't even understand the meaning of her own 
feelings. She was shocked, but she did not resent what Jimmy had done. For 
some unexplainable reason she couldn't bring herself to resent it, and it 
was only a sense of duty as the boy's aunt that forced upon her the 
conclusion that in spite of her own lack of real indignation, she had to 
take her frightened nephew to task for the despicable act he'd committed. 

"I said come in here!" she snapped again. 

Sheepishly Jimmy moved through the doorway and pulled the door shut behind 
him. 

"Well, young man. Would you like to tell me how long you've been standing 
there watching me?" 

"Please, Aunt Sharon," Jimmy pleaded. "I'll never do it again. I promise." 

"Answer my question," Sharon insisted, though she was aware of a warming 
surge of sympathy swelling in her bosom. Oddly, she was almost flattered 
that he should be interested in looking at her the way he had, but she still 
knew she had to teach him a lesson now to prevent its becoming a habit. "How 
long were you there?" 

"Only a...a couple of minutes," the stricken boy blundered. Nothing, but 
nothing, could be worse than his Aunt Sharon's anger and contempt, and Jimmy 
felt like a worm standing there frail and shirtless in only his Levi's, the 
tears spilling unrestrained down his crimson cheeks. 

"A couple of minutes? Is that right? Then you must have seen . . . ? You 
must have seen . . . ? " Sharon's voice trailed off. My God, what was she 
saying? What was she thinking about? Her mind was jumbled and that same 
thought, as a stark and shocking concept, kept turning over in her mind. 
What Jimmy had seen. He must have seen everything, everything she had to 
show. 

"I didn't see anything," the frightened youngster stated suddenly. 

"Don't lie to me!" Sharon hissed. He had seen her. He had seen everything. 
She knew it instinctively, and she felt the craziest compulsion to hear him 
admit it with his own lips. "I know you saw me, Jimmy. At least have...have 
the courage to admit what you've done." 

"All right," Jimmy whimpered in a small voice, casting his eyes forlornly 
down at his own bare feet. "I saw you." 

Sharon's heart was pounding in her breast and she could hardly catch her 
breath. She could feel a nervous fluttering in her stomach and for a moment 
she was afraid she wouldn't have the voice to speak. She didn't know what 
was happening to her, but she felt as though she were possessed, driven by a 
perverse and diabolical being that lived deep inside herself. "What did you 
see? Tell me what you saw." 

"I saw you naked," he said, trembling in shame. 

A little stab of erotic sensation jabbed the young brunette as she stood 
there gazing down at her cute little nephew. 

"So you saw me naked?" she went on relentlessly, unable to stop herself 
though she knew that she was embarking on a course of madness. "And what did 
you see when I was naked?" 

Jimmy stared up at her pleadingly. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't 
understand what she was trying to do to him, but surely she couldn't want to 
hear that, not the description of what he'd seen. 

"Come on, Jimmy." 

But she was insisting, and Jimmy was beginning to feel there was no way out. 

"I saw...I saw your...tits." 

The crude word sent a shiver rippling down the slightly inebriated woman's 
spine. She'd indulged in several more of her so-called medicinal whiskies 
than was her habit and she realized that the alcohol had combined with her 
own shock at finding she'd been watched as she was undressing, to have a 
dangerous effect upon her thought process. She knew now that she was making 
things worse for Jimmy. She had gone far beyond her duty as an aunt and 
somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware that what he'd done was 
really only natural for a boy his age, natural and healthy curiosity and 
nothing more. But she was still compelled to carry the conversation to its 
conclusion, even if her rational mind knew that she was making a mistake. 

"And what else did you see? Don't try to tell me you looked only at my 
breasts." 

"Please, Aunt Sharon. I don't want to say t-that t-to you." 

The near naked brunette waited silently, her burning eyes negating her 
nephew's pleading words. A strange excitement was creeping over her goose 
bumped flesh. She felt dazed, and she couldn't deny that it gave her a 
licentious thrill to imagine Jimmy watching her strip off her clothing and 
the flimsy undergarments she'd worn beneath them. It meant nothing, of 
course, for Jimmy was only a child. But he was a male, and it had been so 
long since she'd revealed herself naked to any male. 

The miserable young teenager waited as the seconds ticked by. He tried to 
think of another time in his life, of a time when everything had been all 
right instead of all wrong, but even in his imagination he couldn't 
extricate himself from this moment, the most embarrassing and frightening 
moment of his life. And though he didn't understand why she wanted to hear 
it, he knew he was going to have to confess everything to his aunt. He could 
see it in her eyes. 

"I...I saw your pussy," he blurted out suddenly, new tears of shame 
streaming down his cheeks at the sound of his voice uttering that shocking 
word right in front of the aunt of whom he was so enamored. 

Before him, Sharon drew her own breath in sharply. The word in question sent 
a lewd thrill darting through her, the erotic image it inspired in her mind 
almost causing her legs to go weak. But now, she realized, the conversation 
was really off course. This was supposed to be a chastisement of the 
mischievous teenager, not a lesson in the use of profanity. 

"Where...where did you learn that disgusting word?" she demanded, reaching 
out to grab the young boy roughly by the shoulder. What she'd intended was 
to shake him, but what she really wanted to do was to take him in her arms, 
to hug him warmly to her breasts, to let him know that she wasn't really 
angry with him for peeking on her. But she reminded herself that she had to 
be firm. She had to find some way now to justify her forcing him to have 
described what he'd seen. "I don't want to ever hear you use that word 
again, Jimmy," she said at last. "Do you understand?" 

Jimmy nodded miserably. But in spite of all his fear and humiliation the 
young boy couldn't help being aware of the enveloping nearness of his still 
almost naked aunt. Her hand was clenched on her shoulder and through the 
gauzy material of her nightgown he could see the fascinating line of 
cleavage between her upstanding breasts, the mauve nipples that peaked them 
and, letting his eyes venture daringly lower, the shadowy triangle of her 
black pubic hair still partly visible. 

"And I'm...I'm going to have to teach.. . to teach you a lesson," the 
deliriously aroused divorcee gasped suddenly. 

Even Sharon couldn't believe the thought that had popped into her mind. The 
very concept made everything else she had said tonight pale in comparison, 
and she didn't know how she could even have thought of such a thing. But the 
idea had come of its own accord. It loomed up in her mind; it overpowered 
her. 

"I'm going to give you a taste...a taste of your own medicine," she said. 
"Do you understand?" 

Jimmy stared up at his aunt in complete confusion. He was standing so close 
to her he could have almost bitten her on the breast. She was holding him 
there like that, her hand digging so hard into his bare shoulder that it 
hurt. And she was talking as if she was going to punish him or something. 

"I want you to take off your pants," she blurted, her voice quivering with 
anticipation. 

Jimmy jerked back, staring up at Sharon's sensuously sultry face in horror. 
"Are you gonna...are you gonna spank me?" 

Oh you poor dear, Sharon thought, almost swooning with the sheer intensity 
of her feelings for the cute young fourteen year old. He thought she was 
going to spank him and that was something she could never have dreamed of, 
in spite of the fact that merely the thought of what it would feel like to 
slap her hand across his naked little buttocks caused a sudden gushing of 
warm secretions from her aching vagina and a tingle in the already hardened 
little bud of her clitoris that almost drove her out of her mind. 

"Please don't," he whined. "Please don't do that. I feel...I feel bad enough 
as it is." 

My God, thought Sharon. I've really got to get a hold of myself. "I haven't 
said anything about spanking you," she gasped, trying to control her voice. 
"But. . . but if you don't do as I said I may do exactly that. Now drop your 
pants." 

His face crimson, Jimmy began to unbutton his Levi's. Now he couldn't even 
bring himself to look his aunt in the eye. But he knew he had to do what 
she'd told him. If she spanked him, he would never be able to face her 
again. How could he lie in bed dreaming about sex with a woman who had 
spanked him? Something about the whole idea made his skin crawl. But even so 
he could feel his penis, which had gone completely limp when Sharon looked 
through the door and saw him, begin to twitch back up to its pulsing little 
erection, and to fight it he tried to concentrate on the iceberg that ripped 
the hull of the Titanic the way he'd seen once in a movie as he pulled down 
the zipper and let the jeans drop to the floor at his ankles. 

Sharon gasped aloud, now so delirious as to be almost unaware of what she 
was doing. Her eyes feasted hungrily on the telltale bulge looming up in 
Jimmy's jockey shorts. He had a hard-on! He was excited, she realized, just 
as excited as she! But she knew she hadn't seen everything. There was one 
more step and then the punishment would be complete and Jimmy could go back 
to his room to bed. 

"Now...now the shorts," she whispered. 

"No!" Jimmy gasped. "No, please. Don't make me take off my shorts." 

"Why not?" Sharon said, leering crazily down at the even greater tenting of 
her nephew's cock in the white material of his shorts. 

"Because I. . . because...because...." Jimmy stammered helplessly. 

"Because you have a filthy little erection!" Sharon almost shrieked, her 
hands dropping suddenly to seize the elastic waistband of the boy's jockey 
shorts and yank them down to mid-thigh, completely freeing the innocent 
looking little penis looming up from the terrified youngster's thinly haired 
loins. 

"Yes!" Jimmy sobbed in complete humiliation, his shoulders shaking in 
helpless convulsions. Watching him, Sharon felt an even more profound rush 
of pity and love for the mortified teenager. She'd gone too far. Somehow she 
knew she had to make up for what she'd done, and with a sudden surge of 
guilt she gathered him again in her arms, pulling him forward against her 
hardly protected body, pressing his face tight to her luxurious breasts, 
feeling his quivering naked body warm against her own trembling flesh, 
delighting in the obscene prodding of his hard little cock against the 
softness of her thigh. 

Jimmy tried to still his convulsively jerking body. It felt so good and 
safe, snuggling here in Aunt Sharon's arms. The fragrant warmth of her 
nearly naked body enveloped him. He felt at once drowsy and excited and he 
was acutely aware of her breasts against his face, of the feel of her 
thighs, through the gauzy nightgown thing she was wearing, right on his 
prick. 

Sharon was caught up in a whirlpool of conflicting feelings. Something had 
been unlocked inside her and she was experiencing licentious sensations she 
hadn't known in years. Her body was waking up, as though after a long sleep. 
In the back of her liquor dazed mind a warning note clanged, but she ignored 
it. There was a deep searching love and hunger in her body and somehow in 
her present warped state of rationalizing it seemed that there was nothing 
wrong or immoral about the feelings she was having. She wanted to do 
something, something she'd never done in her life to any man. And she was 
going to do it. She was going to make up for the way she'd shamed and 
humiliated little Jimmy. No matter what the consequences or personal 
degradation she was going to right the wrong she had done. 

"Oh Jimmy," she moaned. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you 
cry. And I'm going to make it up to you in a way you're really going to 
like. I'm going to show you just how much I like you." 

The astonished teenager felt as if he'd been hit by a thunderbolt. He didn't 
really know what his aunt was talking about, but the way her voice sounded 
lusty and almost hungry was making his cock get harder by the second. The 
strain was almost more than he could bear and he could feel her twisting her 
body, increasing the friction of her thighs against it as if she wanted to 
feel it between them. 

Now the aroused young aunt was being carried along on the crest of the wave 
that had swept over her. She'd completely abandoned her moral principals and 
inhibitions and she was no longer in control of her thoughts. And her hands, 
as if possessed of a will of their own, were creeping eagerly down toward 
the stiff little rod of her young nephew's rock hard penis. 

"Now I'm going to touch your lovely little cock," she purred gustily in the 
trembling youngster's ears. "You'll like that, won't you, Jimmy?" 

Jimmy's head was spinning and he felt so tight inside that he could hardly 
talk. He had never dreamed of anything like this happening to him and he 
really didn't know what to make of it all. The only thing he did know was 
that he was feeling things that he'd never felt before. And he did like it! 

"Do you want me to do that, Jimmy?" 

"Y-yes," the boy grunted finally. "Yes, I'd really like it a lot." 

His boyish words thrilled the aroused young divorcee in a way she hadn't 
known in months. Fleetingly now she thought of her brother Dave, not as the 
grown man she knew now, but the boy of whom she'd been so fond of as a girl. 
I always wanted to make love to him, she thought hazily, though I didn't 
know what it meant then. 

Jimmy's eyes bulged and he wanted to ram his fist in his mouth to keep from 
crying out as he felt his aunt's hand come into contact with his hotly 
pulsating little cock. He'd never known anything like that. It didn't even 
resemble the feeling he derived from touching himself that way, and he felt 
as if he were going to pop out of his skin. He wondered what Pete would say, 
seeing him now, knowing that Aunt Sharon was touching and stroking his penis 
like this, holding his body against her own, snuggling her luxurious breasts 
in his face until Jimmy was almost smothered. A feeling of pride and 
superiority rushed through the passionately excited teenager, and then he 
completely forgot even that as he was lost in the wave of lustful sensation 
which swept over him as his lecherous aunt tightened her lascivious grip on 
his slenderly jerking cock. 

Sharon was consumed with her own growing arousal. Jimmy's turgid young penis 
felt so lovely and warm in her hand that she thought she would never want to 
let it go. It was so smooth and at the same time so hard, and she clung to 
it as though it was the very source of her life. 

"It's so beautiful, honey, oh God, it's so beautiful," she moaned 
ecstatically. Her other arm was now circled around her nephew's back, 
holding him close against her heaving breasts, and she would have liked to 
let him go so she could guide his hand toward her burning nipples. But she 
was afraid of losing him. She knew what she was doing must be shocking and 
perhaps even frightening him, and she didn't dare risk having him escape 
from her embrace and flee. 

Even as she basked in her pleasure and lust, an inner voice tried to tell 
her what she was doing was wrong, but she paid it no attention. She was 
corrupting an innocent child. She knew it, and yet even knowing it she had 
no inclination to try to stop herself. All rational ability had left her and 
she had become almost another person when she'd first seen her nephew's 
beautifully naked young body. She had turned into an alien being, a creature 
she couldn't understand, in her own mind. But she didn't care. She didn't 
want to think about it and nothing was important but the ecstasy and evil 
that had possessed her. 

"You're not frightened, are you, darling?" she whispered anxiously, looking 
tenderly down into Jimmy's bewildered but obviously excited face. 

"No," he answered hesitantly. "Well, maybe just a little bit." 

The look of trust and explicit innocence in the young boy's face touched 
Sharon almost to the point of bursting into tears. 

"Oh Jimmy, honey, I'm going to make you so happy. Don't worry about a thing. 
Just let me take care of you now." 

Tenderly Sharon urged the trembling teenager down to the floor. She 
stretched him out on the carpet, and knelt beside him, her eyes revealing 
her deep emotion as she gazed hungrily down at him. He was so young, she 
thought, just a baby really. And so different from his brother. Lovingly she 
enclosed his still inflated penis in her eager hand and began to roll it 
back and forth, squeezing it tightly and feeling the blood pulsing through 
it. The head looked bulbous and blood colored and she could see the hairless 
sac of his little balls beginning to squirm visibly as if with an excitement 
of its own. 

The lascivious aunt hesitated but for a moment, reminding herself again that 
what she was about to do was wrong. It went against everything she'd ever 
been taught, everything she'd ever believed in, but somehow now even that 
was not enough to hold her back. Her inhibitions had lifted and her body's 
driving need was a force which overwhelmed her, blotting out everything but 
the surging lust and hunger raging like an inferno of hell through her whole 
being. 

Jimmy was so keyed up that he thought he might snap at any moment. He'd 
never felt this way in his life and the feeling was almost like suffocation. 
He wanted to lash out, to grab and claw at his aunt's softly sensuous flesh. 
He wanted to touch her and kiss her, wanted to feel the most private parts 
of her voluptuous body. But he didn't dare, and he could do nothing but lie 
passively and wait to see what she would do to him. 

Jimmy watched in disbelief as the older woman's face hovered over his legs 
and she bent gradually lower and lower over his eagerly throbbing cock. Into 
his mind flashed the picture that he had seen for the briefest seconds 
before Sharon had walked in on him and his brother last night. Through the 
sheerness of the transparent nightgown she was wearing, he compared his 
aunt's body to the body of that woman in the photograph, and he told himself 
that Sharon was even sexier and more beautiful. And she was no picture. She 
was alive and she was here, leaning her face now so close to his cock he 
almost had the feeling she was about to take it in her mouth. 

Then, seconds later, the aroused boy watched in utter disbelief as her pink 
tongue flicked out and licked right on the virginally throbbing head of his 
cock. He moaned uncontrollably, a new thrill of almost unimaginable pleasure 
chasing electrically up his spine. Then she brought her lovely full mouth 
right down on it, enclosing the pulsing rubbery head up in between her 
warmly clasping lips, her tongue swirling over it with a maddening effect 
that almost drove the inexperienced fourteen year old out of his mind. 

The feverish boy moaned again and involuntarily jerked his hips upward from 
the floor, edging his distended penis farther up into the warm moist cavern 
of his aunt's hungrily sucking mouth. God, he couldn't believe what was 
happening to him. He'd never in his wildest dreams imagined anything like 
this and he knew without a doubt that his aunt would always be special to 
him as a result of what she was doing to him and the way she was making him 
feel right now with her licking and sucking of his lust hardened little 
cock. 

"Oooooooh...uuggghhhhh," the youngster gasped, raising his head up from the 
carpet so he could see every bit of what was happening. His aunt's face 
looked more lovely than he had ever seen it as she knelt over his up-thrust 
cock, flicking her tongue up and down the straining shaft and in maddening 
circles over the lust swollen tip. He wondered what Pete would say if he 
knew what was happening to him. He'd probably be jealous, and he wouldn't be 
so high and mighty and grown up like after all. Jimmy would have bet money 
that Pete had never had anything like this done to him by the high school 
girls he was always playing around with, and even if he had, for sure those 
girls couldn't do it like Aunt Sharon was doing it to him right now. 

The confused and aroused young divorcee was possessed by the wildest and 
most bewildering set of conflicting sensations she'd ever known in her life. 
Her body was alive with fiery chills and she wanted to fill every bit of her 
mouth with her nephew's throbbing little cock. Not that it was that little. 
It was slender, but still strong and questing, and it felt so good to have 
it inside her mouth. It was sheer heaven to run her tongue around and around 
the pulsating shaft, to feel the blood racing resoundingly through the 
teenage thickness. She loved dipping the tip of her tongue into the little 
glans at the end. She could taste the tangy seminal fluid and the delicious 
pungency of the boy's adolescent genitals wafted to her senses, adding 
further to the intensity of the sensations running amuck in her helplessly 
aroused loins and belly. 

My God. Sharon thought deliriously to herself. He was such a beautiful boy. 
He was like a reincarnation of his father, her own brother, and she found 
herself now determined to keep on sucking his rock hard young cock until she 
forced his sperm from its hiding place in his tender little balls. 

The excited brunette's tongue was working feverishly around Jimmy's pounding 
young member, her hand pumping furiously on his seething testicles. His ass 
cheeks were grinding spasmodically up off the floor as he forced his driving 
cock up between the kneeling brunette's tightly rounded lips and his moans 
of obvious pleasure sent new chills darting electrically through her. She 
was delighted at the. opportunity to give her little pet such a pleasant new 
experience and she could see masking his handsome young face a lust which 
seemed incongruous with his years, a smoldering of awakened desire that was 
mirrored in his once innocent eyes. 

Jimmy's tense virginal body was alive with fiery ripples of forbidden 
sensation as a strange gnawing made its way from deep within his balls, and 
his cock felt as if it would explode at any minute. He was completely losing 
his control and he knew that before long his white hot cum would go shooting 
out the tip, and he wondered vaguely what his aunt would do when that 
happened. If she didn't take her mouth off his cock it was going to shoot 
right into her throat. But she must know that, and she seemed only to be 
sucking more hungrily, as if she wasn't even worried about such a lewd 
possibility. 

That would be just too much, Jimmy thought, and he wanted to give her some 
kind of warning. But at the same time he wanted her to keep sucking him and 
he was powerless to bring himself to make a move to discourage her. He 
realized that the driving of his hips was getting stronger by the minute and 
he knew he was forcing his lustfully aroused instrument all the way into his 
aunt's throat. It must be hurting her, he thought. It must be choking her, 
but she was making sounds almost as if she liked it. There was a happy 
contented look on her face, even as she strained, her head bobbing 
rhythmically, her cheeks hollowing and expanding from her frenzied oral 
manipulations. 

Sharon was well aware of the quickening of Jimmy's pelvic thrusts and she 
doubled her own frantic sucking and licking of his cock. Her mouth felt 
stuffed full of his virginal penis and she knew that very soon now her 
cheeks would be bloated with cum. She'd never done this for any man, not 
even her ex-husband, but now she could hardly wait to swallow the boy's cum 
down her throat, to possess her beloved nephew's life giving essence. And it 
wouldn't be long. He was moaning in complete incoherence now, his hips 
levering violently up from the floor, his back arching as if to push his 
insistently palpitating cock all the way to her tonsils. Oh the little 
darling, she thought, basking in her masochistic ecstasy. He was so excited. 
He was completely and absolutely aroused and she was really driving him out 
of his mind. He was going to cum. Any minute now, any second, he was going 
to cum. 

"Aaaaggghh...uugggghhhh!" 

Jimmy felt like a bomb had exploded right in his own loins and cock. The 
gnawing in his churning balls had ceased and he knew the spasms he now 
experienced were the pumping of his semen up the throbbing shaft of his lust 
inflamed hardness and out the little hole at the tip. And it was going right 
into her mouth, just as he'd imagined it would. But now that it was 
happening the full impact of the seriousness of that fact impressed itself 
upon him and for a moment he almost panicked. What would she say? Would she 
ever be able to forgive him for that? Why didn't she jerk her head away, he 
wondered, at the same time reaching down to seize her hair and pull her face 
even more snugly against his adolescent loins. But he realized that 
incredible as it seemed she was sucking even harder now that he'd begun to 
shoot off. She was drinking his cum. She was ravenously swallowing every 
drop of the obscene stuff as he felt it shoot in a torrent from his jerking 
member. 

"Nnnnnnggghhh...ooooohhhhh!" Jimmy gasped as he watched his aunt's Adam's 
apple bob up and down with her hungry gulping. He sighed deeply and, with a 
last violent lunging of his hips, emptied the last of his surging sperm into 
her eagerly receiving mouth. Through the blur of his passion dimmed eyes he 
watched her passion flushed face continue to nuzzle into his thinly haired 
loins even as his penis began to get soft in her mouth. Then she raised up 
slightly, licking his shaft dry and letting it slip from her lips to fall 
down limply against his leg. 

Jimmy didn't make a move. He was afraid to. The seriousness of the act he 
and his aunt had just committed swept over him in a threatening cloud and he 
was too amazed to even speak. He lay back on the floor, closing his eyes, 
straining to catch his breath. Then he stiffened, hearing something that 
sounded like a sob. He raised his head in time to see Sharon, her face 
streaking with tears, get unsteadily to her feet and rush suddenly from the 
room. 

Oh my God, he thought. What have I done? Now she really was mad at him. 
Bewilderment and regret creeping heavily over him the fourteen year old boy 
dragged himself to his feet and put his trousers back on and fled stealthily 
from his aunt's bedroom and back down the hall. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Pete Harwood reeled in his line and noted with disgust that the bait was 
untouched. He cast again and resumed his seat on the end of the peer beside 
his brother. 

"I wonder why they're not biting," Jimmy remarked absently. "I thought the 
fish in the ocean always bit." 

"Maybe we're just not lucky," said Pete. He turned, gazing intently at his 
brother's face. "Is something worrying you?" 

"Me? No, of course not," Jimmy said almost too quickly. "Why would...why 
would you think that?" 

"I dunno. You've looked nervous all day. Especially at breakfast with Aunt 
Sharon this morning. And she looked nervous too. Neither one of you said 
anything to each other and she couldn't even look you in the eye." 

"She couldn't . . . . ? " Jimmy asked falteringly. . "No. She couldn't." 

Jimmy gave a hard jerk on his rod as though attempting to set the hook in a 
fish, though in face he'd felt nothing. He wondered if Pete had any 
suspicion about what had happened last night. He'd liked to have been able 
to tell his older brother the whole story, though he was sure Pete would 
never have believed him. 

But it really was a heck of a story. He couldn't stop himself from thinking 
about what Aunt Sharon had done to him last night, though even he had a hard 
time believing it himself. If it hadn't been for her obvious nervousness or 
even resentment, which Pete had just referred to, Jimmy might have wondered 
this morning if it all hadn't been a dream. But it had happened. She really 
had sucked his cock and not only sucked it but swallowed the cum when he 
shot it into her mouth. The problem was that he was sure she regretted what 
she'd done. And she'd probably never do it again. 

"Where'd you go when you got out of bed last night?" Pete asked suddenly, 
now looking shrewdly at the younger boy. 

"Huh? What...what are you talking about?" Jimmy managed. 

"Last night. You got up and left the room." 

"Oh! Oh, that. I went...uh...to the bathroom," the teenager stammered 
apprehensively. 

"The bathroom, huh. You were gone an awful long time." Pete paused, studying 
his brother's apprehensive face. Something had happened last night. He would 
have bet money on it. And he was determined to find out what it was. "What 
were you doing? Jacking off?" 

"I wasn't jacking off!" Jimmy blurted angrily. "I don't have to jack off. " 

"You don't have to?" Pete sneered. "Listen, there's nothing wrong with 
jacking off, particularly when you're just a kid and you've got no other way 
of getting your nuts off." 

"I'm not just a kid," Jimmy retorted defensively. He didn't like the way 
Pete was questioning him, and he was only vaguely conscious that he was 
about to fall into his brother's trap. But he just couldn't stand being 
treated like be didn't know anything, when in fact he was almost certain 
he'd now gone farther than Pete ever had. "I've learned a few things in my 
day." 

"Like what?" 

"There's more to it than looking at dirty pictures and jacking off." 

"More to what?" 

"More to sex." 

"All right. If you want to keep it secret, keep it a secret. I'm not 
interested. I know something's happened, but you don't have to tell me if 
you don't want to." Pete gazed back out over the rippling blue waves. 
"Probably wasn't really anything anyway." 

"It was too!" 

Pete grinned. "It was?" 

Crap, Jimmy thought. Now he'd really gotten himself in a trap. He knew Pete, 
and he knew his brother suspected something. And he'd keep digging for it, 
the way he'd been digging these last few minutes, until Jimmy leveled with 
him. 

"All right," the youngster said finally. "But I don't think you'll believe 
me even if I do tell you." 

"Tell me what?" 

"Tell you what happened last night." 

Jimmy took a deep breath. "Aunt Sharon sucked me off." 

"Huh?" 

"She sucked my prick." 

"I don't believe it." 

"I told you, you wouldn't," said Jimmy, gazing gloomily down at the sea 
beneath them. He'd said it, and now the whole thing was a let down. Of 
course Pete didn't believe him. He hardly believed it himself. 

"Are you shitting me?" 

Jimmy looked up hopefully at his brother and shook his head. "Honest, I'm 
not. It really happened. I promise. It really did." 

Pete stared almost aghast at his brother. That was really too much. It just 
couldn't be true. And yet he felt a sudden surge of anger and jealousy just 
at the thought. And though he felt a defensive inclination to laugh at what 
Jimmy had told him, he didn't because deep down inside he had the strangest 
feeling it must be true. It was too incredible to be fiction. If Jimmy was 
going to tell him a lie about something, he would tell something that could 
halfway be believed. The kid had neither the imagination nor the experience 
to invent something as far out as that. 

"All right," Pete said at last. "I'm not saying I do believe you and I'm not 
saying I don't. Just tell me how it happened. 

Jimmy felt a sudden surge of pride. He could hear the grudging admiration in 
his brother's voice and though he knew he should have kept what had happened 
secret, he was glad Pete had talked him into telling. Somehow talking about 
it seemed like half the fun and he felt the sudden impulse to recount the 
whole story in fine detail. Proudly, he did just that, building slowly up to 
the end when his aunt had not only taken his shooting cum into her mouth, 
but had swallowed it. 

"She really gulped it down, huh?" Pete asked, obviously impressed. 

"Every drop," Jimmy smiled. "And she licked me clean after she was through." 

"And what did she do then?" 

Jimmy hesitated. That was the part he didn't care to recount. That was the 
part that troubled him. "She...I dunno. She got up and left the room 
and...." 

"And what?" Pete prompted. 

"I'm not sure. I think she's mad at me. I think she was crying." 

"She was probably mad at herself," Pete said wisely, feeling an anger of his 
own well in his chest. That bitch! Who did she think she was, doing 
something like that to his kid brother? She was really some kind of a 
pervert, he thought, their own father's sister. But even now he could feel 
his cock jerking in his trousers just at the lewd thought of what Jimmy had 
described. 

"Mad at herself?" Jimmy asked hesitantly. "Why should she be mad at 
herself?" 

"For acting like a whore," said Pete, suddenly reeling his line in. "I've 
had it with this stupid fishing. I'm gonna take a walk or something." 

"But Pete, just a minute," Jimmy said as the older boy stood up. "What do 
you think I should do? Do you think I should go to her room again tonight 
and see if she'll do it again?" 

Pete bit his lip thoughtfully, then shook his head. "No. Don't try to push 
her into anything. Let her make the first move." 

"I guess you're right," said Jimmy with disappointment. "But I don't know if 
she will. And I sure would like for her to do it again." 

"Jimmy. Jimmy, you asleep?" Jimmy heard his older brother whispering in the 
darkness of their bedroom. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped 
himself. He'd been lying there, pretending to sleep, for the last half hour, 
awaiting the change in the sound of his older brother's breathing that would 
signal he was asleep. Because he'd already made up his mind. 

In spite of his brother's advice he was determined to go back to Aunt 
Sharon's room again tonight. They had only eleven more days before they 
would be going back home, and he wasn't going to spend all that precious 
time waiting for her to make the move she might never make. Because even in 
his youth and inexperience Jimmy had been able to deduce a couple of things 
by observing his aunt tonight. She did feel guilty about what she had done 
and she wouldn't voluntarily do it again. But she wanted to, or she would 
have liked to. Of that he was almost certain. A couple of times when they 
were watching television tonight he'd caught her looking at him. 

She'd always looked immediately away, but not before he'd seen that same 
hungry look in her eyes he'd seen last night just before she took his penis 
in her mouth . . . 

In the other bed, Pete sighed. Well, he thought, it was now or never. He was 
goddamned if he was going to let Jimmy have all the fun, and his own present 
plan of action had begun to formulate itself almost immediately after his 
younger brother's admission of what had happened last night. He'd already 
been thinking about it when he advised Jimmy to wait for their aunt's 
summons rather than just going to her room. The goddamn bitch, he thought. 
Picking on a young kid like that. She wasn't going to get away with it, and 
Pete already knew just how she was going to avenge what she'd done. 

Silently, the older of the two teenagers slipped from his bed and pulled on 
his Levi's. As Jimmy, unbeknownst to him, stiffened in the darkness, Pete 
went out the door and started down the hall toward their aunt's bedroom. 

The more mature fifteen year old tiptoed the last several steps. He paused 
outside the door, taking a deep breath, and pushed the door silently open. 
The room was dark but he could see the sleeping figure of his aunt outlined 
beneath the sheet. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, 
certain that the sound of his own thudding heart was as loud as a tom-tom. 
Then he pulled the door quietly shut behind him and tiptoed to the bed. He 
paused, standing over the prone form of the sleeping woman. Leaning down 
toward her face, he smelled her breath, confirming what last night he'd only 
suspected: She'd been drinking. 

With a trembling hand Pete reached out to seize the thin sheet, pulling it 
slowly down to Sharon's waist and gazing hungrily at her exposed body. He 
had to admit she did look beautiful, like an angel lying there with her long 
brown hair spread out around her face on the pillow. She was wearing a see 
through nightie and he could discern the shadowy outlines of her temptingly 
up-thrust breasts and even the dark circles of her nipples. He would have 
loved to reach out and touch them, but he didn't dare yet. But he was 
determined at least to get a better look at the rest of her body. After all, 
Jimmy had. 

Holding his breath, Pete drew the thin covering of his aunt's nightie aside, 
then dragged the sheet slowly downward to the foot of the bed. Oh please, 
God, don't let her wake tip, he prayed in silent thought. He was desperately 
afraid, but by reminding himself what she'd done to Jimmy the night before, 
he rallied his courage, letting his eyes race hungrily over the naked rounds 
of her breasts and down the smoothness of her belly to the wispy triangle of 
dark hair between her legs. Then as he started to lean lower over her, Aunt 
Sharon stirred. 

The frightened teenager conquered the temptation to flee. His heart 
throbbing, he stood his ground as the half naked woman shifted her position 
slightly, spreading her thighs a few inches apart so that when at last he 
did lean lower over her, Pete was able to discern the thinly glistening slit 
of her cunt nestled so secretly in the. soft curls of her pussy hair. 

The young boy felt an unexpected stirring of his cock and he realized he was 
getting a hard-on. It was really no wonder, because the sight of his lovely 
aunt lying there in nothing but her sheer nightie , it was good. 

The youngster hesitated, considering the discovery he'd made. Then he 
lowered his head again and swiped his tongue back along the wet pink pussy 
flesh, a tingle of pleasure darting through his body as a result of the 
strange experiment he was conducting down between his aunt's sensuously 
parted thighs. Then suddenly she shifted again and for a moment he feared 
she was waking. He waited motionless between her thighs, holding his breath, 
until again she was still. 

The inexperienced teenager was growing gradually braver, and now he began to 
nibble gently at the succulent hair lined moistness of Sharon's cunt, 
inhaling the sweet feminine aroma of her loins and titillating the swollen 
outer lips repeatedly with his slavering tongue. He continued mouthing her 
quivering little vagina, his own perverse excitement rising out of control 
deep in his belly, the daring that had allowed him to begin the bizarre 
little game now affording him the courage to cast caution to the wind. After 
all, he was supposed to be punishing her wasn't he? He was evening the score 
for the way she'd taken advantage of his kid brother. The least he could do 
was put his heart and soul into it. 

But even now the impassioned youth could hardly believe the obscene act he 
was committing on his aunt's peacefully sleeping body. His anger and 
resentment had already begun to fade and he started to think of Sharon again 
the way he'd thought of her so many times before when he masturbated 
secretly in his bed or behind the locked door of the bathroom. He had wanted 
her for so long, wanted to feel and kiss every inch of her voluptuous body, 
to see and touch her fabulous pussy. He wanted to fuck her, his own aunt, 
and he knew now that was the real reason he'd been so angered when Jimmy 
told his incredible story about the way she'd sucked him off until he came 
in her mouth. He'd been jealous of his brother. He was angry she'd done it 
to Jimmy instead of to him. 

But now at least he was getting back at both of them, and at the same time 
he was going to be able to do some of the things he'd secretly dreamed of, 
even if he'd never expected that it would happen quite the way it was. And 
she was still sleeping, dreaming, he thought, from the soft moans that had 
begun to pour periodically from her lips. And that really would be the 
sweetest revenge of all, he told himself. If he could go through the whole 
routine of eating her without her waking up and then maybe even putting his 
cock in and fucking her for awhile, she wouldn't know for sure that it had 
really even happened. But he would know. He would know the whole story, and 
she would, he imagined now in his beginning of lust crazed delirium, only 
have the idea that something had happened. And he imagined that would endow 
him with a strange and delectable power over her. 

Now Sharon moaned incoherently, arching her supple back up from the bed, 
little tingles of electric delight shooting all over her naked body in 
response to the perverse oral assult being perpetrated on her sleeping 
flesh. It had been so long since she'd felt anything like this. She'd been 
denied real tender physical contact for months and months, and now she had 
found it again in a dream. Her beloved Jimmy was licking and sucking her 
pussy, the way Blake had done only in the earliest days of their marriage, 
and the sheer joy she derived from the lust provoked assault was causing her 
to ascend to a state of physical nirvana she'd never known before. 

"Oh Jimmy, Jimmy," she purred in barely intelligible syllables. 

But God, she had promised herself that she would never touch little Jimmy 
again. She had repented and had mentally and emotionally castigated herself 
like a whore on the pillory for the evil act to which she'd subjected her 
innocent nephew. And now she was allowing him to do the reverse of that 
forbidden thing to her. It was wrong, even more wicked than her previous 
transgression, and her only consolation was her vague unconscious knowledge 
that it wasn't really happening, that it was only a dream. 

Then, as Pete used his thumbs to part the hair lined folds of her cunt, 
pulling the lips apart to better expose her warm interior flesh to his 
obscenely worming tongue, she ascended another step to a higher level of 
unconscious bliss. Now she was almost awake, and the dream was still 
happening, and she could see that everything was not quite right at all. 

"Oh Jimmy...Jimmy stop," she said, now much more clearly. "Stop that now. I 
can't let you do it to me like this." 

In her still half sleeping state, Sharon was now genuinely disturbed and she 
tried to force herself to wakefulness. She had to stop this perverted 
display before things got out of hand completely. She had to, no matter how 
much she secretly enjoyed the bizarre little dancing sensations darting over 
her naked flesh and through her quivering belly as a result of the continued 
assault of his tongue which was now working right up into the lust moistened 
warmth of her inner pussy flesh. 

"Oh God, oh God, help me!" Sharon cried suddenly aloud, and with superhuman 
effort she opened her eyes and pushed herself up on her elbows on her bed. 
She was in her room. She was naked. It was dark. There was a kneeling figure 
between her widely parted thighs. 

And it wasn't Jimmy at all! It wasn't a dream either! It was Jimmy's older 
brother Pete, feasting on her pussy as if she was a spread eagled virgin at 
a banquet for cannibals! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jimmy lay on his back in the darkness, silently ticking off the minutes in 
his mind. He stirred restlessly, his hand moving down his body to clutch his 
rigid little cock. Then he sat up. Pete had already been gone ten minutes or 
so and the younger brother was becoming very suspicious. He'd listened for a 
sound of the toilet flushing or water running in the bathroom to explain the 
other boy's absence, and he had heard nothing. He had heard Pete ask him if 
he was asleep just before leaving their bedroom. Why would he do that if he 
were just going out to the toilet or to the kitchen for water or something 
to eat? 

Then suddenly Jimmy was struck by the true significance of the words of 
"advice" his brother had been kind enough to give him this afternoon. He 
glared wide eyed at the dark ceiling. He remembered the thoughtful look on 
Pete's face before he had spoken, the slow paced way the words had come out. 
And now he understood. Pete had double crossed him. He was sure of it at 
that moment, as his feet hit the floor and he slipped on his jeans and 
dashed out the door down the hall, as quietly as he could in his anger, to 
the door of his aunt's bedroom. 

Sharon was still too stunned to speak. Paralyzed by the shocking realization 
of what was really happening to her, she was only able to sit wide eyed and 
open mouthed, muted by her astonishment, and stare. 

And down between her thighs, Pete was too far gone to even know or care that 
his aunt had awakened. He was subjecting himself to the most humiliating act 
he'd ever committed in his life. He was eating her pussy and he was doing it 
with all the fervor of a sinner bent on self destruction. 

The brunette divorcee felt as if she had tumbled into an insane nether world 
of the grotesque where everything was upside down. She had lost her voice 
and though she tried to scream no sound came. Desperately she tried to pull 
her lethargic body away from her nephew's hungrily slavering mouth, but her 
limbs refused to obey and she felt as if she were going completely out of 
her mind, slipping forever across the boundless gulf and into the darkness 
of lust crazed insanity. Then she managed a croak deep in her throat, then a 
low unearthly moan, and then finally a stilted phrase that rose almost 
calmly on her dry lips: "Jimmy. For God's sake Jimmy, stop it. Please stop 
it." 

Pete stiffened between his aunt's softly scissoring thighs. Jimmy? She had 
called him Jimmy again, as he'd vaguely heard her say a few moments before 
in her sleep, and it was his deep felt resentment of the fact which quelled 
the panic that might otherwise have beset him at having her wake up and 
discover what he was doing to her. With a determined wrath he ignored her 
protest, seizing the two lewdly moistened lips of her lust aroused cunt and 
pulling them far out against the tendons of her inner thighs, sucking 
furiously at the saliva moistened layers of pussy flesh as he plunged his 
tongue swiftly and directly up into her most secret inner softness. 

"Oh my God!" Sharon wailed, unable to resist the tantalizing sensation. 
"Stop it, please Jim...Pete! I mean. Please stop it, Pete!" 

That's better, Pete thought, seizing the little bud of his Aunt Sharon's 
clitoris between his teeth and pulling it back and forth like a dog shaking 
a bone to prompt an even more impassioned cry from her horror contorted 
lips. 

"Oh Pete! Stop it now!" Sharon managed to insist in spite of the sheer 
physical delight she was experiencing as a result of her nephew's lewd oral 
attack. But after a few more agonizing seconds the delightful licking and 
nibbling ceased and as she stared feverishly down in the darkness she saw 
the boy raise his head from its obscene position between her whitely splayed 
thighs. And mingled with the obvious desire she saw registered on his face 
was such a look of contempt that she felt a sudden wave of genuine fear for 
her safety. Never in her life had she seen such a look of hatred. What was 
he going to do to her? How was she going to defend herself against such 
wrath? 

Pete stared up at his Aunt Sharon with glossy, burning eyes, and when he 
spoke his voice was hoarse and rasping: "You just lie down and shut up. I 
know what you did to Jimmy, and I'm just doing a little bit of the same 
thing to you. So let's see how you like that." 

Then without another word Pete lowered his head back between his aunt's open 
thighs, resuming his oral thrusting and slavering up and down the trembling 
slit of her cunt and over the tingling little bud of her clitoris. 

Sharon groaned in hopeless arousal, sinking back down on the bed in an agony 
of despair. Her head was reeling from the shocking statement of purpose her 
nephew had uttered and all she could think of was the truth and justness of 
what he had said. She'd deserved exactly what she was getting, she. knew. It 
was all merited. She was a wanton slut, a child molester, and she had no 
right to demand mercy. 

And as Pete continued his tormenting punishment, tears filled the young 
woman's burning eyes and spilled in streaks down her cheeks. Her body felt 
flat and unresponsive and her arms and legs were like dead unmoving weights. 
She might as well have been bound and gagged, so profound was her inability 
to defend herself. She knew that by the same warped sense of logic under 
which she had functioned last night when she had sucked little Jimmy off, 
the young boy's older brother had every right to do exactly what he was 
doing to her now. He was punishing her in the most fitting conceivable way 
and she had to admit that there was no disgrace or humiliation that was too 
much for her after the evil she had already committed. 

Pete realized with a surge of relief that he'd out bluffed his aunt. She'd 
had no idea that he was really terribly frightened. She also probably 
couldn't have guessed that as a result of some masochistic strain that must 
always secretly have been inherent to his nature, he was actually enjoying 
his own degradation in inflicting his punishment for her having molested his 
little brother the night before. He really liked licking and kissing her 
deliciously scented pussy, running his tongue in and out between the softly 
trembling lips, inhaling the magnificent woman odor of her secret loins. 

And though he was completely inexperienced, a deep rooted animal instinct 
drove him on and he was rapidly gaining expertise. His tongue swirled 
swiftly in and out of the velvety recesses of Sharon's desire seared pussy, 
sucking and drawing out her tasty vaginal moisture. Having won the 
psychological confrontation that had occurred when she first awoke, he was 
fast losing his inhibitions, becoming bolder by the moment, and his hands 
tightened on the warm softness of her inner thighs as he buried his 
perspiring face even deeper into the urgently squirming furrow of her cunt. 
His tongue searched out and found the hard little button of her clitoris and 
the even more desperate wail of grudging delight that burst to her lips let 
him know that he'd discovered the key to her desire. 

This was really it, he thought, the source of her deepest feminine sensation 
and he attacked it now with instinctive know how, tweaking the waking little 
bud frenziedly with his lips and teeth, feeling it stir and harden to new 
life under his taunting oral caress. And at the same time he drove his 
tongue even deeper and harder up into the wetly writhing inner folds of her 
pussy to further intensify the devastation he was wreaking upon her passion 
seared vaginal flesh. 

Sharon lay almost comatose, swamped with misery and shame. There was nothing 
she could do to ward off the obscene onslaught, even if she wanted to. She 
had no choice but to take her punishment, to suffer the crowning insult of 
being taken advantage of in the most debasing imaginable fashion by her 
vengeance bent nephew. She was allowing herself to be bullied into accepting 
his unwanted tongue fucking of the most secret and private parts of her 
body, just as Jimmy had submitted to her own hungry lust the night before, 
and she wasn't even trying to fight back. 

But there was a phenomenon even more complex at work, of which the young 
divorcee was only belatedly aware. Several minutes passed before she 
realized what was happening inside her body, and by the time the full 
realization came it was too late. At first she thought she was only 
imagining the lewd little tinglings of desire that had started to flare deep 
up into the pit of her belly. She thought it was some vicarious residue of 
pleasure left over from the beginning of the attack, when she had thought 
this was all only a dream and had not bothered to resist the enjoyment she 
should naturally have derived on the level of simple physical feeling. But 
gradually she had to face the fact that her body was still responding to the 
crude oral ministrations of her older nephew. She was not only submitting to 
her punishment. She was enjoying it in the most lascivious conceivable 
manner. 

The tinglings that had erupted gradually were building into a rampaging fire 
which swept through her enslaved body and forced it suddenly into life with 
new and unsolicited sensation. Desperately she tried to grind her softly 
rounded buttocks into the bed to quench the lewd flames building in her, but 
that attempt only served to bring the urgently erected little bud of her 
clitoris into even more defenseless contact with Pete's greedily questing 
mouth, and as the relentless sparks of desire darted out from her clitoris 
and all through her lewdly moistened loins, new involuntary moans, of 
submission poured desperately from her voluptuous lips. 

"Oooohhh...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered, completely beyond mental 
control, her slavish utterance a spontaneous recognition and admission of 
what was taking place in her shameful body. And for Pete it served as a 
green light, telling him to go ahead and take her to his heart's content 
with his hotly sucking lips and nibbling teeth and slavering tongue. He felt 
her hips begin to grind in a slow sensual rhythm and involuntarily she 
spread her legs out even farther apart, offering the full quivering furrow 
of her eagerly accepting vagina up to her passionate young nephew's 
incestuous lust. 

Pete could hardly believe it when he heard the older woman's sighs of animal 
pleasure. The knowledge that she was beginning to accept his obscene pussy 
tonguing sent a surge of pride and self satisfaction surging up in the 
fifteen year old's chest. She liked it! She liked his tongue in her pussy! 
She was wallowing like a slave beneath him and she had opened her legs wider 
to facilitate his attack and was pushing her cunt up against his face, 
asking for it, begging for it, wanting more and more. 

Now the hopeful teenager doubled the efforts of his ceaselessly working 
tongue, darting it deeper and deeper into the petal shaped little opening 
that beckoned him hypnotically to further perverseness. He hadn't been 
planning originally to play around like this for so long. This should only 
have been a prelude to actually fucking his aunt, but he'd decided that 
since she obviously enjoyed what he was doing he might as well really let 
her have it. And with that determined, the boy let out all the stops and 
began wildly dabbing at her viscous little vaginal opening, tasting and 
savoring the velvety softness, scratching his cheeks and nose with the soft 
little tendrils of deliciously lubricated pubic hair. Now he had not the 
slightest compulsion to hold back, and he unfurled his tongue swiftly into 
the honey sweet orifice and plunged it right up into his aunt's openly 
flowering vagina. 

"Aaaaaagggghhhh...oooohhhh God, yessssssss.. . " Sharon wailed in utter 
delirium. She felt as if she had been subjected to an electric shock 
treatment and her entire body quivered in uncontrolled spasms from the rods 
of red hot pleasure shafting through her entire body, stinging her breasts 
and hard swollen nipples, and racing up and down her spine. Every nerve 
ending on the surface of her sensitively squirming skin seemed titillated 
almost beyond endurance, and she couldn't keep from crying out in surrender 
again and again from the overwhelming volume of soul defying pleasure which 
had now engulfed her. 

Pete thought his tongue was going to be sucked out by the roots if he wasn't 
careful. It was being milked like a nipple by his impassioned aunt's 
fervently grasping cunt and he could feel the heated inner walls closing in 
inexorably on him as her wetly pulsing pussy flesh rimmed his nose and 
mouth, nearly cutting off his breath. But he was no longer afraid of what he 
was doing and he continued relentlessly with his obscene ministrations, 
driving his teasing tongue frenziedly up into her clasping vaginal heat. 
Gosh, he'd never dreamed that eating pussy would be so much fun, and now 
that she had awakened it was even better than it had been when she was 
asleep. This way she knew damned well who was doing this to her, and she 
liked it! She liked it in spite of herself, and that only served to make 
Pete's vengeance all the more perfect. 

Sharon succeeded in suppressing the pangs of guilt and self loathing which 
threatened to ruin the pleasure she was now deriving from the illegitimate 
act to which she was being subjected. She knew that her reaction to her so 
called punisliment made the deed all the more depraved, but it was still no 
worse than what she'd done last night to Jimmy. He had enjoyed that too, and 
she could not deny now the quivers of excitement which were rippling through 
her and turning her into a helpless mass of writhing desire racked flesh. It 
was so good. It was terrible and illicit of her to let it happen, but God it 
felt so good! 

"Oooooohhhhhh yessssss!" she cried out in final surrender. "Yes, Pete 
darling. Do it like that. It feels so good, oh it feels so good." 

Excitedly Sharon's hands reached down and tangled into the fifteen year old 
boy's hair, pulling his face even tighter against her eagerly receptive 
pussy as it flowered out in uninhibited welcome to the youngster's 
passionate licking and sucking. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...yessssssss...keep licking my pussy like that, honey." The 
lust crazed aunt was feverish with the rampant sensations which tumbled 
through her lecherously aroused young body. It was sheer heaven lying there 
and being sucked and kissed on the cunt by her own brother's older son. It 
seemed now that there had never been anything in her life to equal it, 
unless it was the thing that had happened last night at about this same time 
between her and her other, even younger and more innocent, nephew. And 
though she knew her sudden appetite for adolescent love was perverse, she 
didn't at present attempt to understand the bizarre syndrome. She couldn't 
think about that now. She could think of nothing but the driving lust that 
propelled her, and she would only marvel that it had remained dormant the 
length of time that it had. 

And now that she ceased to resist, the sensations she derived from 
submitting to Pete's hungry cunt licking were becoming even more profound. 
Swirls of sensually threatening clouds were building up inside her and she 
knew that they would inevitably erupt into an even more shameful flooding of 
pleasure. But even faced with that awful realization, she couldn't bring 
herself to stop the groveling youngster, and she continued to drive her 
desire ridden loins eagerly up against his perspiring face, forcing more and 
more of her pulsating pussy flesh against his hungrily nibbling mouth. It 
was so good, so good. Dear God, she knew she couldn't take much more of it. 

Inexperienced as he was, young Pete Harwood sensed the quickening of his 
aunt's lustful undulations and he knew that at any moment something even 
more profound was going to happen. He'd always wondered if women could cum 
and now he knew instinctively that the answer was yes, though his instinct 
also told him that it would not be manifested in the same way he had always 
cum when he masturbated. But something was going to happen to her, and that 
would almost be his final triumph. That would be the ultimate surrender and 
degradation for his Aunt Sharon. And it would also be his victory over his 
own brother. Because Jimmy hadn't even tried to convince him that their aunt 
had gotten her nuts off too when she had sucked him off the night before. 
And a moment later, he swelled with even further pride as Sharon verbally 
confirmed what he'd already deduced: "Oh Pete! Pete! I'm...I'm going 
to...to...I'm...going...to...cuuuummmmmm!" 

After that it happened almost too fast. One moment the helplessly excited 
brunette was quivering with the irresistible expectation which consumed her, 
and the next instant that expectation was fulfilled as the floodgates opened 
and her body jerked and flailed completely out of control from the 
tremendous tidal wave of naked pleasure pouring over her crazily twitching 
loins. She felt like a glider trapped in a tailspin, whirling this way and 
that, and her hips were thrashing with uncontrolled urgency as she pulled 
her young nephew's face even tighter against her spasming loins, clasping 
her thighs down tight on Ms ears so she almost smothered him in the warmth 
and moisture of her secret inner flesh. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she groaned in 
unrestrained delight, flopping like a rag doll on the bouncing mattress as 
the relentless waves of ecstasy surged through her body. There'd never been 
anything like this in her life, not even when she was newly married. And all 
the while Pete kept sucking and licking and slavering unendingly at the 
wetly writhing flesh of her tingling hot pussy. The very room seemed to 
revolve around her and for a moment she was blinded by a flashing of bright 
lights as though there were fireworks exploding in her brain. She bucked and 
tossed in final spasmodic frenzy, almost pitching her young tormentor off 
the bed. Then gradually she sank back, giving out with a low deep sigh of 
satisfaction. She stroked her hands softly down his neck and shoulders, her 
thighs now lying lightly against Pete's ears. 

Then Sharon opened her eyes, staring aghast at the sight of the forlorn 
figure standing in the open doorway. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jimmy didn't know how long he'd been standing there. It could have been only 
seconds or it could have been much longer, five minutes or maybe even ten. 
The whole lurid scene he'd just witnessed seemed to have unfolded in a 
single blurred and timeless montage before his astonished eyes. He could 
never have imagined he'd ever see his Aunt Sharon acting the way she'd just 
been doing, the way she was moaning and jerking around, the filthy things 
she was saying. The way her body was dancing and twisting like a whiplash. 
He didn't even know what it was that had happened to her, though it seemed 
only natural to think that it must have been something akin to what had 
happened to him last night when he'd ejaculated his hot spurting semen into 
his aunt's willingly gulping mouth. And Pete had done that same thing to her 
in some strange way, apparently the same way she had done it to him. And 
now, as the boy stood rooted to his spot at the bedroom door, unable to 
move, his aunt seemed to come back to reality and raised her head up from 
the pillow to stare at him in mute shock or rage. 

"Jimmy?" she gasped. "Jimmy, what are you doing there?" 

Jimmy flinched in embarrassment and terror at the sound of his aunt's voice. 
That's what she'd asked him last night. Then Pete was jerking his head up 
from her still nakedly wide splayed thighs, whirling about to stare at him 
viciously, like a wild and rabid animal, his eyes burning so angrily that 
Jimmy had an impulse to turn and flee for his life. 

"What in the hell are you doing here?" the youngster's older brother croaked 
in a harsh, dry voice. 

"I...I didn't mean anything," Jimmy managed, choking out the words. 

"For Chrissakes, get out of here. Go on. Beat it!" 

Terrified and heartbroken at the same time, Jimmy retreated slowly backward 
out the door. Then he stopped, his eyes bulging with surprise at the sound 
of his aunt's soft, lusty voice: "No, wait a minute, Jimmy darling. You 
don't have to go and you don't have to be afraid. Come on in. Come on in and 
get in bed with your brother and me." 

Sharon didn't know what had come over her. She hadn't meant to say that. She 
hadn't really meant to say anything. There was no apology she could offer, 
no defense she could render for having let her young nephew find her in her 
present embarrassing and incriminating circumstances. But she just hadn't 
been able to bear the look of hurt and fear she'd seen in his eyes as he 
stared at her nakedly spread eagled body. She couldn't stand to see him hurt 
and it seemed the only thing of importance now was that she make amends for 
that hurt, however she was obliged to accomplish her noble purpose. 

As if it were all happening in a dream, the stunned teenager walked toward 
the bed. Trance like, he sat down beside his near naked aunt, still not 
daring to look into his brother's angry eyes. Soothingly the young brunette 
draped her arm around his trembling shoulders. 

"I hope you weren't frightened, Jimmy. If you were scared by what you saw, 
just tell me and I'll try to explain it so you can understand." 

Jimmy didn't even know what he exactly felt right then. He couldn't even 
remember how he'd felt as he was watching his brother sucking her pussy. He 
couldn't think about past feelings now, even those feelings from the 
immediate past of the last few moments, because the sight that had fixed his 
attention had blotted everything else from his mind. 

Right there, not two feet away from him, Aunt Sharon's pussy was completely 
revealed to his innocent gaze, and he couldn't have taken his eyes off it if 
he'd tried. She didn't seem to be aware that her nightgown was pushed all 
the way up her belly under her breasts. Nor did Pete seem to be paying much 
attention right now to her still lusciously exposed body. Though Jimmy still 
hadn't dared look, he could feel Pete's continued angry glare. But now he 
was hardly frightened by even that. Aunt Sharon's lust wet cunt was too 
compelling a sight, and he could really see all of it so close that he could 
reach out and touch it with his hand if he only had the nerve. 

"You're not saying anything, honey," Sharon whispered softly. "Now come on, 
tell your aunt what you're thinking about and how you feel about what you 
just saw Pete doing to me." 

Sharon smiled lustfully as the fourteen year old forced his eyes back to her 
face. She was hardly oblivious to the teenager's fascination with her still 
lewdly displayed vagina and in spite of herself, the knowledge of it sent a 
new ripple of salacious pleasure coursing relentlessly through her naked 
flesh. 

"Did you like watching that? Did you like watching your brother lick and 
suck my cunt?" 

The prurient question dropped easily from her tongue. Though even she was 
hardly aware of it as yet, the once ravished divorcee was already abandoning 
herself again to a renewal of her depraved feminine lechery. The pleasure 
she had derived from her first resounding orgasm tonight was already 
receding, and she found herself anxiously scanning her nephew's face, aware 
of a resumption of the wanton tingling deep up inside her loins. Her eyes 
were glossed over, feasting hungrily on the timid young boy, and she 
couldn't control the lascivious thoughts beginning already to race again 
through her lust tortured mind. 

Jimmy didn't know what to say or do. He was almost awed by this change that 
seemed to have come over his aunt. But he could recognize that strange 
dreamy look in her eyes, the same look he'd noticed last night as she first 
leaned down over his naked loins and got ready to take his hard little cock 
in her mouth. And cripes, just the thought of it was causing it to get hard 
again in the same maddening way. 

Sharon smiled again, her gaze descending slowly to the growing swell in the 
front of his tented Levi's, and it was all she could do to keep from 
reaching out immediately to unzip them and free his bursting young hardness 
to her own leering eyes. Wild fermentations of lust were churning in her 
loins, and she felt as if her entire near naked body had turned into jello. 
Against her will she was slipping again into the same blissful daze that had 
preceded the various stages of her downfall these last two days. 

"Why don't you take off your pants," she purred softly through pinkly parted 
lips. 

At the bottom of the bed, Pete's face turned ashen with jealousy as she 
heard his aunt's gusty invitation to his younger brother, and his anger only 
increased as he watched Jimmy start to wriggle out of his jeans. He'd been 
the one who'd gotten her all hot and bothered. He'd even given her an 
orgasm, and now she seemed to have forgotten all about him. He knew she 
liked Jimmy better. Everybody seemed to like him better. But this just 
wasn't fair and if he hadn't feared he would get cut off forever, he would 
have thrown the little brat out of the room right then and there. But that 
probably would ruin everything for him, and after what he'd just been 
through he was determined to have his own satisfaction, even if he had to 
wait for it, even if it finally proved necessary to obtain it by force. 

Then Pete suddenly stiffened as he felt his aunt's hand touch lightly on his 
chest. He'd been glaring at Jimmy so hard, he hadn't even noticed that 
Sharon was raising herself to a sitting position. But the minute he saw the 
way she was looking at him, he knew all the jealousy and all the worry he'd 
been putting himself through had been unnecessary. He knew it even before 
she dropped her hand down to his still rock hard cock and leaned closer to 
speak softly almost into his ear: "I know what you're thinking, Pete," the 
lust crazed older woman said almost deliriously. "But don't you worry. I'm 
not forgetting what you just did for me, and I'm going to make it all up to 
you as soon as I'm through with your brother." 

Pete felt his cock flex even harder. "But...but I started all this and I'm 
really...really ready to go now and...." 

"No, Pete. You didn't really start it. Jimmy started it last night by coming 
here to peek on me while I was getting undressed. Of course it's not Jimmy's 
fault. What's happening here now is my fault, and Jimmy doesn't have to take 
any of the blame. But you boys are taking turns, and you've had yours 
already. Jimmy's been watching for a long time, I think. Now it's your turn 
to watch." 

"But I'm ready now." 

"And you'll be even readier after you watch us for a while," Sharon 
insisted. "We're going to have a long, long night and we're going to have 
lots of fun." She paused, feeling a lump come to her throat at the remark 
she knew she had to make next. "I know that I've done you children a 
terrible wrong already. It's too late to change what's happened. After 
tonight we will have to insure that it never happens again. I'll put you on 
a bus to your Grandmother Flossy's tomorrow. But in the meantime," the 
remorseful divorcee went on doggedly, "I think it's my duty to show you that 
not all sex consists of the kind of things we've been doing up until now. I 
know it would really be unfair to leave you with that idea in your young 
minds." 

"But.. . " gasped Pete, genuinely disturbed at the thought that this was all 
going to end just when it was getting good. 

"Grandmother Flossy's?" Jimmy echoed. "But we don't want to...." 

"Shhhhhhhhhh," Sharon purred, her hand slipping from Pete's cock and coming 
up to cover his younger brother's lips. "Tomorrow is a long way away. Come 
on now and let's take advantage of tonight. I want you to fuck me. I want 
you to put your penis in my pussy, the way normal people who love each other 
do." 

Jimmy almost fainted then and there. He couldn't even believe he'd heard 
right, and the idea of doing what he thought she'd said sent his adolescent 
penis lurching up into an even more urgent hardness in spite of the slight 
chill of apprehension that shivered spontaneously through him. 

The impassioned brunette saw the quickening surge of her young nephew's now 
lewdly exposed little penis and a savage wave of renewed animalistic desire 
convulsed her hotly expectant loins. Oh my God, she thought, what am I 
doing? She knew her excuse about wanting to show the boys that less perverse 
things than sucking penises and performing cunnilingus could be done in bed 
was nothing but a feeble rationalization. Even that purpose couldn't justify 
her present greedy lust. But she couldn't help herself. She'd already done 
so much wrong, it seemed that just a little more wouldn't make it any worse. 
And she did want them. She wanted them both now, one right after another. 
Maybe they would satisfy her consuming need for once and for all. Maybe 
somehow that would make it possible for her to carry through tomorrow with 
what she knew she had to do. She had to send them away, as bad as she 
dreaded the idea in her present state of lust inspired delirium. 

"All right, Jimmy," she said weakly, pushing her worries aside for the 
moment, determined to enjoy her sins to the fullest while she had the 
chance. 

Jimmy didn't even know what to do, and he hesitated, staring helplessly down 
at his aunt's prone body laid out in near naked sacrifice before his 
bewildered eyes. 

"Get on top of her, you idiot," Pete grunted from his position at the foot 
of the bed. 

"That's right," Sharon gasped with building anticipation. "Get on top of me 
like your brother says." 

Jimmy took a quick deep breath and clambered awkwardly between his aunt's 
open thighs. A moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped the lovely brunette 
divorcee's lips as she felt the first shattering contact of her young 
lover's child sized cock up against her heatedly squirming pussy. Oh God, 
now that she had decided to do it she could hardly wait, and she rotated her 
pelvis in a slow lewd circular motion, moistening the boy's burgeoning cock 
head with her excitedly secreting pussy wetness, each jerk of her naked hips 
causing her hungry vaginal lips to enclose more and more of the bulbous 
rubbery flesh and the straining little shaft up into her welcoming pussy 
orifice. 

Jimmy's eyes bulged with his excitement and he had to use all his juvenile 
self control to resist ramming his passion hardened member immediately up 
into her tight hot cunt. The desire surging through his loins was 
instinctive and animalistic and served to override his natural fear and 
youthful apprehension. Christ Almighty! He could hardly believe this was 
really happening to him. 

Beneath him, Jimmy's desire maddened aunt cautioned herself to be gentle. 
Her lover was just a child, a virgin, and she didn't want the initial 
penetration to be too much of a shock for him. But her own inner need was 
driving her almost into a frenzy and she knew she couldn't hold back for 
long. She was obsessed with the fabulous sensation of her little darling's 
hard throbbing cock prodding and pushing far up into her hungering inner 
flesh, and she knew now that she couldn't wait another instant. 

"All right, Jimmy," Sharon groaned out her lusting need. "I'm going to help 
you. I'm going to help you put your cock all the way up inside me." 

This was it! Jimmy thought in delirious triumph. It was going to happen. It 
was really going to happen right now. 

"Ooooooh...mmmmmmmmm!" Sharon purred in delight as she guided the 
palpitating hardness expertly up between the hair lined lips of her pussy, 
squirming her buttocks downward on her bed, her teeth gritting and her eyes 
closing tightly from the tingle of lust she experienced at the entry into 
her long unused cunt. 

Jimmy quivered above her, instinctively shoving against her pelvis to 
intensify the enveloping glove like sensation. Then with a pop his young 
hardened cock slipped all the way in to the hilt and he sagged down heavily 
on his aunt's smooth belly and the voluptuous cushions of her breasts, 
feeling her arms go tight around his back, holding him fiercely to her 
flesh, clinging to him as if she were clinging for her life. 

Sharon shuddered from the incredible impaling pressure she hadn't known in 
so long. Wriggling her tightly rounded buttocks in a slow sensuous rhythm, 
she flattened her desire wracked pussy hard up against the peach fuzz hair 
of his youthful pubis, her experienced inner muscles sucking hungrily at the 
little cock that filled her lust seared loins. 

Jimmy's balls felt tight as drums as he began to stroke and plunge his blood 
engorged little penis in and out of his aunt's flowering vagina. She was 
beginning to move faster beneath him and her hands were clawing animal like 
at his small naked buttocks, guiding the jerking of his inexperienced body. 
She couldn't control her involuntary bucking, and the sheer sensation of his 
raw penetration of her naked pussy flesh had pushed her almost to the 
pinnacle of frenzied passion. She'd never felt so excited in her life, and 
the feeling was something she'd never experienced at the hands of her 
husband, for now everything was reversed. She was the aggressor. She was in 
control, possessing and corrupting an innocent boy only half her own age, 
and the absolute debauchery of the act she was committing was almost enough 
to drive her across the brink into eternal delirium and ecstasy. 

"Uuugghhhnnn! Aaaggghhhh!" Jimmy gasped and grunted above her. Already he 
could feel the hot cum deep in his balls beginning to bubble and churn, just 
like it had last night when Aunt Sharon had sucked him off. It was going to 
happen again the same way, except this time he was going to shoot it into 
her pussy instead of her mouth, and he could hardly wait. But at the same 
time he was enjoying the obscene anticipation and, difficult as it was, he 
felt compelled to prolong the end as long as he could. He was fucking a 
woman! He was fucking his own aunt! And there was no use stopping it before 
he absolutely had to! 

"Oh boy," he groaned. "I'm not going to be able to...able to...wait. . . 
much...longer." 

A little sob of bursting emotion swelled from Sharon's mouth as she realized 
what was about to happen. Jimmy was going to cum, and though she would have 
loved for this ecstasy to continue for half the night, she knew she was 
going to cum soon too. They were going to have a simultaneous climax any 
moment now, and then it would be all over. Well, it wouldn't quite be over, 
she consoled herself. There was still Pete to look forward to after she 
finished with the younger of the two brothers. 

"Uh oh," Jimmy groaned. "Here it is. I can't wait annnnnnyyyyyyyy 
looonnnggeeeeerrrrrr!" 

He couldn't help it. Some demon took control of his hips and made him start 
jerking them up and down as fast as they would go, crashing them against his 
aunt's lewdly contorting pussy. Then he felt the hot onrush of his semen 
come spewing up from the explosion that burst in his balls, and scurry along 
the length of his jerking penis to ejaculate far up into the greedily 
clutching depths of his aunt's spasming pussy tightness. 

"Oh God," she gasped as she felt the heat of the heavy droplets pelting in 
hard ejaculation against the sensitive tip of her cervix. "Oh God yes! I'm 
cumming too!" 

Sharon's voice was high and shrill and she felt the wonderful flooding of 
her darling nephew's cum searing her love starved belly. It crashed in a 
torrent through the quivering flesh of her cunt at the same time as she 
burst across the brink of her climax and felt the measured contractions of 
her vagina around the boy's pulsing little cock. In seconds, the heady 
mixture of their cum was flowing out again from her flooded pussy and down 
the crack of her naked ass cheeks over the tingling little entrance of her 
anus. 

It was so good, so wonderful, and her entire body was permeated by the 
incredible sensuality of her orgasm as she bucked and tossed until the boy's 
rousing ejaculation was completed and she felt him sinking down tiredly onto 
her heaving breasts. 

It seemed then she must have slept, though perhaps only for a minute or so, 
for she opened her eyes in time to feel Jimmy drawing his deflated young 
penis out of the squeezing tightness of her loins. Then her eyes grew wide 
as she saw Jimmy replaced by his brother Pete, his cock looming up almost 
twice the size of the younger boy's. Poor Pete! She'd forgotten about him 
completely. But she couldn't take him now. She just couldn't. She'd already 
had two climaxes and that was enough. 

"No, Pete," she whimpered, shaking her head as he positioned himself between 
her thighs. "No please, I can't." 

Pete looked at her with cold determination and spoke in a terse, determined 
voice: "Yes, you can." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Pete's mind was made up. He wasn't going to be denied. And as he feasted his 
gaze over the nakedly relaxed body of his dark haired aunt, he thought she 
understood that. He was going to have her. He'd never fucked a woman in his 
life and it galled him that his stupid brother had collected that experience 
before he had. But there was also a bright lining to the cloud. Jimmy was 
through, finished. And Pete's real fun was just beginning. 

Before his aunt had time to protest further, Pete levered himself up between 
her thighs, reaching down in underneath him to stroke his fingers eagerly 
over her sperm lubricated cunt, his other hand moving up to fondle almost 
crudely over her exposed and ripe swollen breasts. He'd been gentle with her 
before. He'd subjugated and degraded himself for her pleasure. Now the time 
for gentility had passed. He was going to fuck her. as mercilessly and 
ruthlessly as he could, and he was damned sure he was capable of doing a 
better job than his over eager kid brother had. 

Without further hesitation, Pete dropped down between Aunt Sharon's still 
widely parted thighs. He lowered his mouth over one of her mauve crested 
areolas and sucked it greedily between his lips, pulling at it with an 
adolescent hunger and feeling it twitch to increasing hardness under his 
tongue and teeth. With his hand he continued to squeeze the full firm mound 
of her other breast. Then in a sudden burst of even more dramatic self 
assertion he levered himself farther up his aunt's helplessly spread eagled 
body, and without warning clamped his lips right down on her half open 
mouth. 

For a second the older woman seemed stunned, and then in spite of herself 
she began to respond to this new familiarity, her tongue coming out from 
between her teeth to slide into his mouth, swirling and twisting and lashing 
against his palate and teeth until his tongue too got into the act to whip 
almost violently back against hers and churn a froth of their mingled 
saliva. And at the same time Sharon's arms came up to wrap around Pete's 
young muscular back, hugging him firmly to her breasts as she felt a new and 
completely unexpected wave of lustful pleasure sweeping over her, blotting 
out even the shattering and satisfying release she'd just obtained in lewd 
copulation with his younger brother. 

And then she shuddered with still greater longing as she felt his penis 
press suddenly up against her inner thigh. My God, she wanted it so badly. 
She wanted more and more of the depraved debasement to which the two boys 
had been subjecting her. She was acutely aware of the greatly increased 
development of Pete's more mature penis and with that knowledge in mind, the 
twenty eight year old brunette found herself longing to have her nephew's 
punishing hardness inside her, titillating her flesh until she could ascend 
again to the plain of ecstatic madness from which she'd moments ago come 
floating down. 

"Oh yes, Pete! Yes, fuck me. Fuck the hell out of me now!" 

Her lewd command thrilled the aroused teenager. He had taken the initiative 
and it was paying off, and he gloated with pride as he felt his aunt reach 
down to grasp her fingers tightly around the pulsing cock shaft, tugging up 
and down to prompt it to an even more urgently throbbing rigidity. 

Sharon looked down between their illicitly poised bodies to observe the 
boy's purplish cockhead, the tiny drop of seminal fluid glistening at the 
open tip. Then she began to guide it slowly upward toward the opening of her 
sensually rejuvenated body, moaning hoarsely as she felt the first contact 
against her lewdly quivering cuntal softness. Just as before, she began to 
rotate her hips, guiding the inflated penile tip hotly around against her 
sperm drenched pussy. 

Pete could hardly hold himself back. But he didn't want to rush things. He 
wanted to savor every fantastic minute of finally subjugating his cheating 
aunt, plus out fucking his kid brother, and he held his throbbing penis 
poised and waiting right at the petal shaped entrance of her cunt, listening 
to and relishing the sound of her quickened breathing as the desire spiraled 
through her nakedly bucking loins. 

And as he basked in his triumph, the proud fifteen year old couldn't resist 
raising up to look down at his aunt's surrendered body lying there beneath 
him. She looked so beautiful with nothing covering her but the flimsy, 
parted nightgown, her fine featured face contorted with lust, and her 
womanly hips flared out provocatively as if to better display the wonderful 
black triangle of her lust moistened cunt hair. 

But if Pete was now almost in control of himself, Sharon was at the opposite 
extreme. She couldn't wait an instant longer.. She had to have him in her 
and she had to have him cumming in her now! 

"Oh my God, Pete," she moaned in her lustful desperation. "Fuck me! Fuck me 
now! I can't wait any longer." 

The older of the two brothers smiled down devilishly at his desire demented 
aunt. Then without a word he began to force the blood heavy hardness of his 
penis up against the lips of her anxiously waiting cunt. He heard her moan 
softly, and then her entire pussy seemed to flower open to admit his 
relentlessly thrusting cock. He could feel his palpitating hardness shoving 
up through the glove like tightness of her well moistened pussy and he 
continued his ruthless onslaught until it was embedded up inside her to the 
hilt, skewering her almost to the depths of her vagina. 

The hair trimmed edges of Sharon's burning cunt were locked tightly around 
the base of Pete's youthful cock, and the dark curls at the tip of his penis 
meshed with the few sparse strands of his own wiry pubic hair. He waited 
immobile for a moment, further relishing his triumph, his excitement 
mounting steadily as he prepared for the moment when he would burst into 
motion. Experimentally he flexed his bloated penis, feeling his aunt's 
responsive shudder reverberating through the length of her magnificent body, 
and then he slowly began to withdraw until just the head was still trapped 
within Aunt Sharon's fleshy vaginal folds. 

Again he hesitated, watching her writhe in lustful need beneath him, and 
suddenly without warning he rammed in again, slamming his loins against the 
upturned crevice of her ass cheeks until he had buried his throbbing 
rigidity once again to the hilt up into her eagerly accepting pussy. 

Sharon hardly new what to make of this new aggressive side of her nephew. 
She had looked upon him as a mere boy, but the way he was fucking her now 
was certainly manly enough. She would have bet he was a virgin like his 
brother, but if that was the case he possessed a reservoir of natural 
talent. Whatever the circumstances, her body was responding excitingly to 
his cool controlled lovemaking. She liked the feel of his cock sliding in 
and out of her orgiastically dilating cunt and she relished the hard racking 
strokes of his loins against her nakedly splayed pussy. 

Pete was enthralled. He was doing at last what he'd dreamed of doing for the 
past two years. He was fucking his aunt, with whom he'd always been secretly 
infatuated, and he could tell from the grateful whimpers pouring from her 
throat that he was doing a good job of it. The great moment had come. He was 
no longer a kid. 

The elated adolescent's hips swung repeatedly backward, each withdrawal 
followed by a devastating forward rush that sent his cock surging swiftly 
deeper and deeper into his aunt's yielding pussy tightness. She lifted her 
legs up to circle them over his back, locking her ankles to cling to him 
with a hold of steel. Then she hooked her arms around his shoulders, and 
pulled his chest down against her so she could feel the hardened points of 
her nipples mashed exquisitely by his rippling pectoral muscles. In sheer 
gratitude she poured out words of praise in his ears. 

"Oh yes, yes. Oh yes, you're good, you're so good. Fuck me like that. Pete. 
Fuck me like that." 

It was Sharon's approving words that woke Jimmy, who'd momentarily dozed off 
to sleep in post orgasmic exhaustion. He slowly opened his eyes and looked 
at the squirming couple on the bed beside him. Pete was fucking their aunt 
now, just like he himself had a few moments ago, and he leaned closer to get 
a better look at his older brother's thrusting cock sawing in and out of 
Aunt Sharon's nakedly splayed loins. The fascinated teenager could see the 
delicate pink edges clutching at Pete's disappearing rod of flesh. He could 
hear his aunt moaning and gasping the same way she had when he'd done it to 
her, and in spite of the shattering climax he'd already experienced he could 
feel his naked cock begin again to stir. Hesitantly, but without really 
thinking of what he was doing, Jimmy reached out his hand toward his aunt's 
nakedly quivering breasts. 

Sharon started momentarily as she felt the gentle caress, Jimmy's soft 
curious fingers seeking out the little bud of one of her nipples. She knew 
instinctively that it was Jimmy, for Pete was not being gentle like that. 
And suddenly she found herself even more excited than before at the prospect 
of being touched and played with by both of the boys at once. It was so 
perverse, but so thrilling that she couldn't deny the new tingles of ecstasy 
running up and down her spine, and the idea it suggested in her mind almost 
caused her to pass out. But why not? she asked herself. After everything 
else she'd done, why not that too? After all. this was the last time she 
would have the boys. Why sell them short? 

"Jimmy? That is you, isn't it, Jimmy darling?" 

"Yes, Aunt Sharon," Jimmy grunted, sliding cautiously closer. 

"Oh honey, I'm so glad." Sharon paused, feeling Pete tense above her. "Don't 
stop, Pete. Don't stop. It's just that I want both of you now. This one last 
time I want both of you. You go ahead and fuck me in the pussy just the 
wonderful way you're fucking me now and Jimmy, Jimmy you slide up on the bed 
and do it in my mouth like you did last night." 

Jimmy needed no further encouragement. As he scrambled into position over 
her face, Sharon reached out with her hand to take his already impatiently 
jerking hardness and guide it swiftly to her ovaled lips. Gliding her mouth 
over the rubbery head and sliding it smoothly down almost the entire rigid 
length of the shaft she could feel it pushing against the back of her 
throat, and pulsing on her tongue. Almost immediately it began to further 
expand in her voraciously clasping mouth, and in perverted bliss she began 
to time her lewd sucking motions with Pete's ever quickening thrusts that 
continued to surge wildly up into her impaled pussy. 

God. thought the deranged divorcee. This was really good! Even better than 
any of the other things she'd done. It was sheer bliss. She had the two 
wonderful boys together with her this one last time, Pete fucking her 
brutally in the cunt, Jimmy fucking her mouth, and she knew that nothing 
could ever be so wonderful. She might regret it all later, but now she 
didn't even care. It was corruption complete and she loved it. 

Pete's momentary flaring of jealousy had abated from the sheer perversity of 
watching his aunt draw his kid brother's penis into her mouth. After all, he 
was still getting his kicks too, so what difference did it make if Jimmy got 
in on the action? The important thing was that the two boys work together at 
satisfying their aunt. That was something Pete had decided. They had to 
satisfy her. They had to make it so good for her that she wouldn't be able 
to bring herself to send them away. Who wanted to spend their vacation with 
their old grandmother when they had an aunt like Sharon? 

And Pete at least was doing his duty. He was really getting into the swing 
of fucking now, though already he could see that he wasn't going to be able 
to last much longer. The sight of his brother's penis gliding in and out of 
Aunt Sharon's tightly rounded lips sent shivers of pleasure up and down his 
spine, and it was equally obvious that his brother was already going out of 
his mind. Jimmy's face was getting red and he was fucking into her mouth as 
if it were a cunt, choking her with his deep and violent lunges. But she was 
taking every bit of it, sucking hungrily, pouring out her mewls of 
submissive encouragement around the base of the slender shaft pierced her 
lips. 

"Oh gosh. Aunt Sharon," Jimmy gasped. "Oohhhhh!" The young boy's' face was 
flushing redder every second and there was an ache in his testicles that 
would not be denied. He felt as if every inch of his body had been 
electrified, and he knew he was going to cum really quick. He couldn't have 
held it back if he wanted to. The psychological impact of joining with his 
brother in the dual rape of their helplessly submitting aunt was more than 
his inexperienced body could resist. 

A moment later Jimmy knew the game was up. "Oooohhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! I'm going 
to cum, Aunt Sharon. I'm going to cum again in your mouth." 

His lean adolescent hips were slamming against the dark haired woman's face 
like a battering ram, forcing his thrusting penis as far as it would go 
between her lips and teeth. His balls were churning unbearably and he felt 
the rush of his semen gushing up along his orgasmic pumping shaft and 
erupting without mercy into the moist hot cavern of her milking mouth. 

Jesus, Pete thought. There the kid was doing it again right into her mouth. 
He could still hardly believe it, but he could see his Aunt Sharon's cheeks 
hollowing and filling as she gulped down Jimmy's wildly spurting sperm, and 
a thrill of vicarious pleasure coursed through him at witnessing that 
lascivious display even as he continued to fuck into her cunt with 
increasingly racking surges. He could see a trail of cum escaping his aunt's 
tenaciously clasping lips and he watched transfixed as she let it trickle 
down from the corner of her mouth, all the while continuing her desperate 
gulping and trying to minimize the loss of the precious seed of life. 
Cripes, she was swallowing it, all right! And it looked like she really 
liked it! 

Like a person dying of thirst, the frantically excited young divorce gulped 
the last remaining dregs of her young nephew's sperm greedily down her 
throat. Even as she felt his spent cock begin to deflate in her mouth, she 
found herself reluctant to let it go. But a moment later she forgot that 
problem completely as she heard the other older boy suddenly begin to grunt 
with rapidly increasing excitement. 

"Oooooohhhhh! I'm going to cum. Aunt Sharon! I'm going to cum!" 

A ripple of licentious excitement shuddered through the aroused brunette's 
body as she felt the sudden desperate increase in Pete's rhythm of fucking, 
and a moment later she was exquisitely aware of the first heavy drops of cum 
from his sperm bloated testicles being pumped straight up into her belly. 

"Oohhhh yes," she purred in encouragement. "Yes, cum on Pete. I'm ready to 
do it too." 

Her body quivered in lustful suspense as she felt the increasingly powerful 
thrusts shuddering into her loins, and then suddenly all hell broke loose. 
She was mewling and wailing uncontrollably, sobbing out coarse and 
incoherent pleas. 

Her hips were thrashing wildly and her inner cuntal walls were working 
convulsively as they tried to drain every last drop of her young lover's 
hotly shooting jism. Her mind seemed to have exploded into a myriad of 
colorful shooting stars and she was caught up in a maelstrom of pleasure so 
overwhelming it seemed to drain the very life out of her body, leaving her 
limp and helpless. She felt her nephew's young penis begin to deflate inside 
her and at last she sank back on the bed in exhaustion, feeling his spent 
shaft slip weakly out of her sated, thrice ravished loins. 

And then, as her pleasure began to fade, the grim reality of what she had 
let happen began to crowd threateningly in on her, and she felt her eyes 
fill up with tears. Reaching down, she pulled the sheet up over her naked 
body, rolling herself in it to the exclusion of the two boys lying now in 
exhaustion on either side of her. 

Her voice cracking, she spoke in hardly more than a whisper: "You boys go on 
to your own rooms now. Try to get some sleep. You've got a long ride to your 
Grandmother Flossy's tomorrow." 

"But...." the teenagers started to protest simultaneously. 

"But nothing," said Sharon firmly. "Do as I said and don't try to argue with 
me." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Pete awoke, without knowing what had awakened him. He stared up at the 
ceiling, through a shaft of sunlight from the window that was alive with 
dancing white specks of dust. Suddenly and with incredulity, he remembered 
the lascivious and shocking three way orgy he and his brother had indulged 
in last night with their Aunt Sharon. And on the heels of that thrilling 
recollection came the more somber note: Aunt Sharon had vowed she was going 
to send them away to Grandmother Flossy's today. 

Sensing something, Pete turned his head suddenly toward the door. Sharon 
stood in it, wearing her bathrobe, and looking grimly down at him. She 
looked lovely and sad as a widow in mourning, and her eyes were red. 

"Aunt Sharon . . . ? " Pete began hesitantly. 

"Wake up," the sensuous brunette said stiffly. "There's a bus at noon for 
Bakersfield, and we can just catch it if we hurry." 

Without another word she was gone. Pete flopped over on the bed, burying his 
face in his pillow. Then he turned again on his back and looked over at his 
brother, who'd just awakened and was sleepily rubbing his eyes with a 
doubled fist. 

"Is she...is she going to send us away?" the younger boy asked 
apprehensively. 

Pete thought for a minute, then sat up on the edge of the bed and started 
pulling on his trousers. "Not if you can help it," he said tersely. 

Now Jimmy sat up also. "Not if can help it? Whatta you mean by that?" 

"I've got an idea. It's a long shot, but it just might work." 

"Yeah? What?" 

"She still hasn't got dressed. If you can time it right you might catch her 
naked, or at least in her undies. Bust in on her, into her room, and...." 

"But I don't want to make her mad." 

"Shut up and listen to what I'm saying. Don't make any moves for her. Just 
go in and whine around, and cry a little bit if you have to, and beg her and 
all. Sooner or later she's bound to feel obliged to comfort you, and unless 
I miss my guess that should get her started. Leave the door wide enough open 
that I can watch, and I'll come in when I think the time is right. If we can 
both get her together again the way we did last night, working as a team, we 
might be able to convince her that she doesn't want to send us away after 
all." 

"But why me?" Jimmy asked, twiddling the snap on his pajama bottoms. 

"You've got a better chance of getting her started. She'd know I was up to 
something immediately." 

"I guess so," said Jimmy, still not completely convinced. 

Reluctantly the young boy marched out of the room and down the hall, his 
naked shoulders squared in determination. He paused outside his aunt's 
bedroom, wondering exactly how he should approach his task. Then, taking a 
deep breath, he raised his hand, knocked hard twice and stepped immediately 
through the door as Sharon, standing in nothing but a flimsy pair of 
panties, turned to stare at him wide eyed. 

Jimmy's eyes swiftly consumed the lushly exposed curves of her naked torso, 
and what he saw was enough to impress on his young mind the urgency of the 
task at hand. 

"Jimmy!" Sharon gasped, reaching for a robe and pulling it protectively up 
across her breasts. "What are you...doing...here?" 

"I don't want to go away to Grandmother Flossy's," Jimmy whined, staring 
sadly down at the floor. 

"But you...you have to go, Jimmy," Sharon said. "Don't you understand I have 
no choice?" 

Jimmy paced back and forth, still looking at the floor, preparing himself 
for his big move. He tried to think of every sad thing that had ever 
happened to him. He took a deep breath, contemplating the prospect of ten 
days in Bakersfield with his grandmother, and though he hadn't expected so 
much from his own performance, the tears that burst suddenly to his eyes, 
the sobs that wracked his frail body, were almost real. And as the crying 
began, he rushed swiftly and blindly straight into the arms of his near 
naked aunt. Bawling like a baby, he snuggled his face into her smothering 
breasts, feeling his penis begin to twitch immediately toward an erection as 
she wrapped her arms around him to hold and comfort him. 

Jimmy continued to cry even after he no longer felt the need. He knew Aunt 
Sharon wouldn't have the heart to turn him loose until his tears had ceased, 
and from the sound of her increased breathing and the. hastened beating of 
her heart, he saw that the physical contact was taking its toll on her will 
to resist. 

"There, there," Sharon purred. "Don't cry, baby. Don't cry. It's gonna be 
all right." 

After a few more moments Jimmy lifted his eyes hopefully. "You mean you're 
not going to send us away?" 

"But I must send you, Jimmy. I must." 

Jimmy stared at her for a moment longer. She was about to release him from 
her grip. He knew that. He knew it was now or never, and getting a sudden 
new idea, he leaned forward and took one of her naked nipples right in his 
mouth. 

Oh God, Sharon thought. She mustn't let him do this. She knew she mustn't. 
She had to be strong. But how could she be strong when Jimmy, her beloved 
Jimmy, had her sensitive little nipple in his mouth, sucking it and nibbling 
and tweaking at it until it was almost driving her out of her mind? How 
could she resist the tingles of pleasure and need racing up and down her 
spine? How could she ignore the feel of his young hard penis tenting his 
thin pajama bottoms and prodding hotly against her inner thighs, or the soft 
kneading of his hands across her buttocks and down into her panties from 
behind? 

Then, in a trick of rationalization that does credit to the adaptability of 
the human female animal, Sharon made her decision. She told herself that 
with what she had begun the boys might suffer untold damage if she sent them 
away now. They might seduce innocent girls with their newfound worldly 
knowledge, perhaps get them pregnant. They might visit prostitutes. They 
might do anything. She had started this. She had fed them the forbidden 
fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, had fed it to them long 
before their time, had whetted their appetites. Now she would have to 
sacrifice herself to them. She would have to take care of their worldly 
needs until they were at least old enough and mature enough to seek out 
their own partners intelligently from the general public. 

Still snuggled against her lushly curved body, Jimmy had no idea of his 
aunt's process of rationalization, but he could feel the change being 
wrought in her and he knew with a strange confidence that the gambit Pete 
had conceived and he had carried out had been a success. And even as Sharon 
continued to smother him with her voluptuously rounded breasts, he began 
hastily to shimmy out of his trousers and shorts. 

"Let me do it to you," he pleaded. "Let me do it to you now." 

"Yes, yes," Sharon sobbed, leading him to the bed and pushing him down on 
his back. "But let me get astride you, like this," she continued in her lust 
inspired haze, climbing up astride the eagerly squirming teenager and 
seizing his desire hardened cock to guide it up between her softly parted 
thighs. 

Then slowly she lowered her buttocks downward, a deep satisfied moan welling 
in her throat as she felt the boy's bulbous little cock head come into 
contact with the wetly pulsing flesh of her outer pussy. Oh dear God in 
Heaven, it felt so good! Her little nephew's penis felt so good! 

Jimmy was in the transports of bliss. Everything was all right now. He knew 
instinctively that his aunt had changed her mind about sending him and Pete 
away and he watched through lust blurred eyes as the velvety hair lined 
folds of Sharon's pussy came down and enclosed the head of his vibrating 
cock. Then she slid gradually the rest of the way down onto it as though it 
were some kind of greased pole. 

"Hhhhhnnnggghhh...Oooooohhhh...Yyyyeeessss!" Sharon gasped as she finally 
took all the length of Jimmy's fully erected little penis up into her 
clutching cuntal depths. She could feel her vaginal walls closing in on the 
throbbing shaft, fitting like a velvet glove around it, and she felt 
complete again, where moments ago she'd felt empty and un-whole. She would 
never be lonely any more, not as long as she had her two darling nephews. 
They knew how to satisfy her and she knew that she made them happy, and she 
contracted her internal muscles to elicit gasps of pleasure from the lewdly 
excited boy. Then she lifted upward and dropped her buttocks down harder to 
take the palpitating rod of young male flesh again up into her moistly 
clinging cuntal channel, continuing the bouncing motion again and again to 
absorb it each time deeper and deeper. 

Oh God, she thought, it was absolute heaven doing this, and nothing else 
mattered any more. Just so long as she could have this when she needed it, 
this incredible child like penis driving far up inside her belly, she'd be 
happy. She knew she was lost completely. Her soul wouldn't be worth a 
plugged nickle when her day of reckoning finally came, but it didn't matter 
now. Jimmy and Pete were all that seemed important. 

And though Sharon didn't have the slightest idea of his presence, Pete 
wasn't as far away as she thought. Soon he too would become a part of her 
lascivious turnabout, but in the secure knowledge that Jimmy had succeeded 
in carrying out his scheme, Pete was in no big rush. In fact, it was kind of 
fun just standing there in the door watching the wildly fucking couple on 
the bed. He could see the whitely rounded half moons of his aunt's buttocks 
flaring and clenching as she worked frenziedly over his brother's thrusting 
penis, and he found himself mesmerized by the sight of her strained, dark 
anal crevice. It looked mysterious and at the same time inviting, and at 
last, almost unconsciously, he crept into the room and tiptoed silently 
toward his aunt from behind. 

"Oh Jimmy, darling, you're fucking me so good," Sharon purred. "B-but 
there's something else I want you to do. I want you to stick...to stick your 
finger in my asshole." 

Jimmy wasn't sure he heard right, but the thought of what Aunt Sharon had 
suggested filled him with a perverse excitement. Yet he hesitated, wondering 
how he was going to reach all the way around her full fleshed hips. 

"Yes, that's it. Screw it right up inside, right in my asshole." 

Jimmy blinked. He hadn't done anything yet. Then he looked past his aunt and 
saw Pete standing behind the bed, his hand thrust straight up between 
Sharon's wildly gyrating buttocks from the back. 

"Aaaaaggghhhh yes! Hurt me like that!" A shiver of agonizing pain shot 
through the brunette's naked flesh as she wriggled her buttocks back on the 
impaling finger that was thrust so obscenely up into her rectum. She liked 
that pain. It served to partially appease her conscience about what she was 
doing and it excited an inner masochistic instinct. 

Behind her, Pete climbed carefully up onto the bed, using his free hand to 
unbutton his trousers. He stared hypnotically at his middle finger, now 
rammed all the way to the knuckle up into the crinkled little hole of his 
sexy aunt's anus. His cock felt like a red hot poker and he could hardly 
believe the thought that had come into her mind. Her asshole wasn't as easy 
to finger fuck as her pussy had been. It was tight, even on his finger. But 
it was a hole, and he needed a hole to put his cock in, and she had said 
hurt me. 

As Pete felt his cock lurching even harder at the exciting new idea that had 
entered his mind, he stroked his free hand across his aunt's urgently 
bobbing buttocks, still finger fucking the tight little rectal orifice, 
feeling it stretch and moisten defensively at the obscene invasion. He 
didn't even know how he'd dreamed up this crazy new idea. It was too far out 
for words. But instinct told him it could be done. And though it seemed 
incredible, instinct also told him that his Aunt Sharon would like it too. 
She'd liked everything else they'd done so far. 

Then Pete withdrew his finger and swiftly guided the hard bulbous head of 
his pounding penis toward the small rectal opening, and as Sharon felt the 
sudden shocking contact she understood what was happening, and she almost 
passed out from her sheer delight at the realization. 

"Pete?" 

"Yes, Aunt Sharon." 

"Oh Pete, God bless you, you little bastards." The excited divorcee's heart 
quickened with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she realized what Pete 
must have in mind. It was too obscene for words, a testimony to the inherent 
corruptibility of the imaginative youngster. But it was she who had done the 
corrupting, and she knew she had no right to object even to this further 
obscene humiliation. If he wanted to fuck her in the ass, she thought that 
was probably exactly what she deserved. 

Pete heard his brother begin to groan beneath Aunt Sharon on the bed, and he 
realized Jimmy wasn't going to last much longer. He knew he was going to 
have to hurry, and holding his aunt's succulent ass cheeks firmly in his 
hands, he drove the lustfully distended shaft of his adolescent cock hard up 
against the small helpless opening of her rectum. 

"AAAAAGGGHHHHH!" stop! Oh Pete, wait! I don't think it's going to work!" 
Sharon gasped, though deep down inside she didn't really mean it. She 
shuddered, desperately trying to wriggle her buttocks away from her nephew's 
surging penis. And then, after he'd already succeeded in inserting the the 
bulbous head into her tightly resisting little passage, he did stop. And she 
didn't really want that. She wanted to cry in pain, yes, but she was 
determined to endure her just suffering. "Don't stop, Pete," she sobbed out 
finally in complete surrender. "Don't stop! Fuck me in the ass!" 

That was all the encouragement her fifteen year old nephew needed. With a 
loud grunt he surged forward again, ramming his lust hardened cock straight 
up into the tight glove like channel until he'd sunk it to the hilt in 
Sharon's sorely split rectum. And with that accomplishment, a surge of pride 
filled him with what he was doing, and after a moment for her to adjust to 
the painful clasping, he began experimentally trying to move. 

"God, it's tight!" the aroused teenager grunted. "It's so tight I don't even 
know how she shits!" 

Sharon felt as if she was being torn in two. She couldn't help wondering if 
she would ever be able to walk again, but she accepted this further 
indignity in a kind of masochistic daze. She was being paid back. Dollar for 
dollar, she was getting her just deserts and she knew she had no right to 
complain. Then she winced as the older of the brothers withdrew and started 
to shove in again. Her warmly constricting rectal depths closed in savagely 
on his tunneling cock, squeezing it almost beyond endurance. But Pete surged 
relentlessly onward, managing at last to establish a rhythm to correspond 
with his brother's simultaneous sawing in and out of their aunt's thinly 
separated vagina. 

Sharon was sandwiched completely between the two boys, and as she accustomed 
herself to the obscene dual invasion, the pain subsided somewhat. Gradually 
she began to feel a strange titillation of a sort she'd never experienced 
before. It hurt her to be fucked in the ass like that, but the hurt was not 
absolutely unpleasant. And she felt better at knowing that she could expiate 
her guilt for what she was doing to Jimmy even as she performed her obscene 
act. 

At last the lust demented young divorcee forgot her pain completely, or at 
least she ceased to feel it in a way that prevented her enjoying the 
accompanying pleasure of being used and ravished and soiled by both of the 
young boys at once. 

"Oh yessss," she purred out in final submission. "That's right. Fuck me 
hard. Both of you fuck me hard as you can." 

With madness inspired desperation, she thrust her flaring ass cheeks 
masochistically back against Pete's impaling penis and then swung down again 
to enclose all of Jimmy's surging boy cock in her hungrily clasping cuntal 
depths. Carnal pleasure suffused her entire body as she was buffeted 
helplessly between the two boys. And as the lewd gang assault continued, her 
forever stretched rectum seemed to dilate to ease the passage of Pete's 
plunging cock and allow both boys to fuck her finally as one. 

But beneath her, Jimmy was getting really frantic by now. Even Sharon could 
hardly believe that he had held out for so long, but she couldn't have 
imagined the superhuman effort he'd required to maintain his control. And 
now that control had come to an end. Jimmy knew he couldn't hold back any 
longer. His balls were going to burst in their sac if he tried. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Uuuuuggggnnnhhh!" The aroused fourteen year old sounded the 
warning signal, and a moment later Sharon felt his hotly exploding semen 
searing up into the farthest recesses of her urgently milking pussy. 
Greedily her inner walls expanded and contracted on his ejaculating young 
cock, sucking every drop of moisture from its jerking length. And at the 
same time she continued to thrust back wildly against Pete's surging loins 
so that her sensuously stretched anus could welcome the other boy's 
jackhammering cock shaft in full. 

Jimmy continued to buck and toss beneath her for a few moments longer, and 
then she felt his limply deflated little penis begin to slip from her wetly 
clinging cunt as the first sudden sweeping waves of her own orgasm began to 
pour over her. Her whole being shuddered in a trembling staccato motion and 
then was convulsed by spasms of uncontrollable joy. 

"Aaaarrrhhhhh...Oh God, keep fucking, Pete! Keep fucking me in the ass!" 

After that she hardly realized anything else. Her head began to whirl, and 
multicolored lights flashed behind her eyes. She was trembling and squirming 
all over, every inch of her body jerking and twisting as she felt Pete begin 
his own final slapping rush toward ecstasy, toward the emptying of his white 
hot sperm deep up into her virginal rectum. And then at last she felt the 
first scalding droplets of the sticky life giving cum. 

Pete's hands were like talons in the velvety softness of his debauched 
aunt's quivering buttocks. His breath was coming in heaving pants as he 
began to ejaculate his churning semen up into her willingly receptive anus. 
He could hardly believe it was really happening, that he and his brother had 
fucked Aunt Sharon together, had won her over to their side, that at this 
minute he was really pouring his cum right into her tight little asshole. 

But it was happening, and his body was filled with triumph as he continued 
to eject the proof of his manhood into the older woman's obscenely stretched 
anal opening. He felt as if all the emotions of his life were released in 
that moment. Nothing mattered any more, nothing at all except this 
continuation of his and Jimmy's obscene initiation to the most exquisite 
joys of life and lust. 

Then he felt the last load squirt from his heaving cock, and he sagged 
heavily forward on Sharon's softly perspiring body. Then after a moment, he 
withdrew and rolled onto his side, and the three of them lay in a long 
silence. It was Jimmy who finally broke it. 

"You're not going to send us to Grandmother Flossy's, are you, Aunt Sharon?" 

Sharon sighed. "No. No, I'm not going to do that." 

"We've probably missed the bus anyway," Pete put in hopefully. 

"Yes," said Sharon. "We've missed the bus." 

But she had caught another train, she thought ironically to herself. She was 
on a long, exquisite road to damnation. But somehow, even now, she didn't 
regret the trip. In another way, she'd always been damned until now. At 
least this morning she'd finally fulfilled her destiny as a woman. 

And maybe sometime, she thought, a long time from now, it would all balance 
out. 


End
