“So, how’s school?” Dad asked me the minute I slid inside his car.
I shut the door and sigh as I looked at my father.
“Fine.” I gave him a straight answer. School was never fine. I never wanted to attend boarding school, but I felt like my dad dropped me there just to spite me. It was all his idea, how to send me far away from home because, according to him, he didn’t want me to turn out to be like other kids in our neighborhood, and thus, he sent me to a boys boarding school far away from home.
Every weekend I always want to come home for the weekend, but my father always rejected my proposal, saying there was nothing good for me at home. I hated boarding schools. The isolation, the bullying, it was hectic and not for me. But my father thought I’d get a better future if I schooled in a boarding school. Well, I believed him. He knew what was best for me. If he thought I’d be a better person and not turn out to be one of these delinquents then I believed him.
I just turned nineteen a month ago. I was supposed to be out of high school since last year but I had to repeat a year over again. I wasn’t like most boys my age. I never liked to party or hang out with people. I don’t have a lot of friends at school. Just two other guys who were nerds just like me. I have never dated anyone in my life, and to spice everything up, I have never had sex. Ever.
I have thought about it, getting involved with a woman, getting a girlfriend, and maybe finally having sex. But it was pretty difficult when you’re thrown into a boarding school with several other guys. A lot of my peers at school usually sneak out to party, do drugs, or maybe have sex but I’ve never had the balls to do any of that. I was trained not to disrespect my superiors including my elders. And I barely ever come home throughout my years in that school. The times I visited home, it was usually on Fridays. I didn’t have time for myself to maybe meet new people. It was always family. I was sick of it.
I just graduated high school after all these long years and my father came to pick me up. I wasn’t going back to that hell hole again and I was happy. I’ll be leaving for college this fall and I couldn’t wait to get out there and maybe try new things. Maybe date a girl and finally have sex.
“What are you thinking?” Dad asked me.
“Nothing,” I said blankly.
Dad sighed.
“I’m sorry we sent you to boarding school, Dean. It was for the best. These nowadays growing youths are getting wild. All they do is party, get high, do drugs, and have premarital sex. I don’t want you to turn out to be one of these kids. I want you to be better. I want you to live your life in the way of God.” Did I also mention my parents are religious? Like religiously religious.
They believed in sex before marriage and they keep telling me not to get involved with premarital sex. I was an only child. And my parents weren’t all that fortunate with childbirth. It took them six years after their wedding before I was conceived. So my parents made it their life’s mission to make sure I live a perfect holy life. I want to. But I also wanted to try new things, I want to make mistakes and also try sex for once. I wanted to know what it felt like to be inside a woman. My friends usually talked about sex and I wanted to try it too. God was against premarital sex, I was aware, but I wanted to make my own mistakes.
“Dean?” Dad called for my attention.
“I heard you, Dad.”
“So, how was school?”
“It was good,” I said and stared out the window.
“I’m happy you’re finally out of high school.” Dad said.
“Mmm.”
“Your mom is cooking your favorite food today to await your arrival. And guess what?” Dad asked again. He was trying to strike up a conversation with me. I wasn’t in the mood.
“Aunt Lola is around. You remember Aunt Lola, right?” Dad asked.
I turned to look at him at once.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I know you can’t wait to meet her. She missed you too. She can’t wait for you to come home.”
I looked out the window again to hide my smile. Aunt Lola was Dad’s younger sister. I’ve always had a crush on her since I was eighteen. She didn’t have to know. I didn’t want her to know so I wouldn’t have to ruin our friendship.
Each time I visited my parents, I always secretly watched her and stared at her. At first, it was weird. Having feelings for my Aunt was absurd. And as time went on and I couldn’t control how I felt towards her, I tried to get her out of my head. It was hard. Aunt Lola saw me as her favorite nephew. She and I were pretty close. She would tease me about girls and all that stuff. I knew I couldn’t have her. She was way out of my reach. She was hot, so freaking beautiful, and sexy, and she was older than me. She was 24 years old and I was just her little nephew. She was my aunt and it was absurd to think about wanting her. It was forbidden. The only way I could ever forget her was back at the boarding school, where my brain was occupied with leaving that shit hole. On other nights, she’d find her way into my brain and I even touched myself with the image of her. It was weird and I hated myself for feeling this way towards my father’s sister.
It was quiet between my dad and I as he pulled his car outside our house. We weren’t all that rich but my parents were stable. They were important people in church, contributing to the church financially and even physically. We were proud Christians. I got out of my father’s car to get my bags. Dad helped me with some of my things and we walked inside.
The first thing I noticed was the beautiful aroma in the air. It smelt familiar. I smiled and walked towards the living room.
“Dean.” Mom called my name giddily.
I didn’t have time to drop my bags on the floor before my mother engulfed me in a spine-breaking hug.
“How are you?” Mom spoke in my ear while still hugging me.
“I’m fine, Mom.” I said out of breath. The embrace was too tight.
“Oh, Dean, honey…” Aunt Lola appeared from the kitchen with a big smile on her face.
God, she looked really beautiful. I haven’t seen her in months. We stared at each other, with a weird sexual tension between us and it felt like I was the only person feeling this. I stared at her for too long. She was wearing a short skirt with the length past her mid-thigh and a very tight top that hugged her big breasts. I looked down at her body, with her beautiful fair skin peeking out from the short skirt she wore.
I was getting hard.
Mom pulled away from me and Lola surprised me with her own hug. Her big breasts pressed against my chest and her arms were around my waist. I was taller than her and I could see the top of her head. I prayed and wished she didn’t feel my semi-boner. That would be weird and embarrassing.
“How’s school? I’m happy you’re back.” She pulled away and smacked my butt lightly. She winked at me discreetly. I was taken by surprise.
“School is good.” I tried not to stutter.
“Why don’t you go drop your bags and come back for lunch.” Mom suggested.
I nodded and grabbed my bags from the floor, with my eyes on Lola. She was smirking at me in a way she’d never done before. I was feeling hot inside as I quickly turned around to go to my old room.
Lunch didn’t take that much. We ate and Mom asked me questions about school. There wasn’t anything interesting to tell so I told them what they wanted to hear. Lola spent half the lunch watching me, smirking and biting her lip. Was she trying to flirt with me? Did she finally get the hint that I liked her? I tried not to think about it as I cleared the table with Lola’s assistance.
“You look good, Dean.” Lola said with a smile as we washed the dishes together.
I blushed.
“Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” I said, referring to her helping me with the plates.
“It’s fine. I liked helping.”
I nodded. “How have you been?”
“Good,” Lola said. “I’ve been good. You know I just rounded up my Master’s degree and I moved back to town so I’ll be working here.” She shrugged.
I was staring at her tits through her V-neck and I barely paid attention to what she said. Lola followed my gaze and looked down at her breasts. I was embarrassed, so I looked away.
“I’m sorry.”
She chuckled quietly. “It’s fine.”
“You liked them?” She asked me after a long silence. It came out as a whisper, and it sounded like I didn’t hear her correctly. But, I did. She just asked me if I liked her tits.
I bit my lip and looked at her.
“You liked them?” She whispered again with a flirtatious smirk on her lips.
“Uh…” I trailed off.
Lola chuckled and wiped her hands.
“Don’t sweat it, Dean. You’re so cute.” She dropped the napkin and turned to leave, not before smacking my butt again.
I turned to look at and she winked at me before disappearing into the living room.
It’s been a week since that incident in the kitchen. A week since I came home. A week since Lola saw me checking her out and openly looking at her breasts because I couldn’t control myself when it came to her. I haven’t seen Lola since that day. She told me she lived not too far from our house. I’ve been pretty busy writing different college applications and working with my dad in his furniture shop. We haven’t seen each other since the day she smacked my butt.
One evening as I took my bath, I stood under the shower with my aunt in my mind. How she hugged me so tight with her big breasts pressed against my chest. Her beautiful breasts. Lola’s butt wasn’t all that big. It was average but her breasts were something most men can’t look away from. They were big and soft and I know that because she hugged me the day I came back from school and she was wearing a very small bra, it barely covered her breasts.
I shut my eyes, already hating what I was about to do, but I did it anyway. I rubbed my hand down my stomach and fisted myself. I barely ever did this. Because at the boarding school where I spent almost all my life, there was little to no privacy. I literally could count how many times I jerked off. I pressed my hand against the wall, with my hand moving swiftly against my length. I didn’t want to think about my aunt. I reminded myself of countless reasons why she was off limits and I could never have her but failed. She was all I thought about as I fisted my length, thrusting in and out of my fist that was wrapped around my length. I moaned, not too loudly as I looked down at my length. My parents would be ashamed of me if they heard or accidentally saw me jerking off. And they would kill me if they knew the person I was touching myself to.
I groaned and thought about her on her knees in front of me, with my length in her mouth. And that was all it took for me to spurt, my semen staining my bathroom wall. I groaned loudly, glad the loud noise of my shower was able to muffle my moans. I have never felt this relieved before. I showered, washed myself, and my bathroom wall, and stepped out of the shower. I wiped my hair dry with a big towel and hung the towel back.
I walked out of my bathroom and into my room naked. I walked towards my closet, but the sudden force of my bedroom door made me turn around. Aunt Lola was standing by my open door and was staring at me. I freaked out.
“Shit. Aunt?” I called her name and hurried to grab anything my hand could get hold of to cover my dick.
But she already saw it and she was surprised. She didn’t even look away. I knew I was big down there. In fact, there were guys my age whose dicks weren’t as impressive as mine and Aunt Lola seemed to concur. She was impressed and not ashamed she just saw me naked and was even checking out my dick. Her little nephew’s length.
“Wow, Dean.” She smirked and walked into my room as she locked my bedroom door behind her. Slowly she strode into my room.
“You’re so big.” She said, with her eyes still on my sex that was covered by my t-shirt. The first thing I could get my hand on.
“What are you doing?” I asked her slowly.
Lola smirked and stopped in front of me. She bit her lip and slowly tugged the t-shirt covering my privates down so my dick was exposed again.
“What are you doing?” I was pretty sure my parents were at home.
I heard their voices before I decided to take a shower that evening.
“Do you even know how to use that? I bet you’ve never used it on anyone before.” She said and grabbed my semi-erect dick in her hand. I twitched in her hand and suddenly started to be fully erect. I was surprised. I just jerked off to the thought of my aunt’s mouth around my dick and here I was getting hard again and her hand on my length.
“I bet you’ve imagined me on my knees with your cock buried deep in my mouth, Dean.”
How did she know that?
She smirked and stroked my cock when I didn’t answer.
“We’re gonna get caught.” I managed to voice out. I was horny and hard within a second.
She ignored my sentences and said,
“I know you’ve thought about fucking me, sweetheart. I know you want to fuck my tight little cunt, Dean.” With each filthy word that came out of her mouth, Aunt Lola stroked my dick.
“I know you’ve thought about fucking me from behind and even sideways, you dirty little boy. You don’t how much I’ve always wanted to fuck you myself, Dean. And now that I’ve finally seen how beautiful and impressive you’re down there, why don’t I teach you how to use this dick, Dean?” She said and stroked me harder again.
Holy shit. I couldn’t believe she wanted me all this while. I also couldn’t believe we were in this position, in my room, with my parents out there. I was so hard and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to resist this temptation. I knew this was wrong. She was my dad’s younger sister and I wanted her. And here she was throwing herself at me. I definitely wasn’t saying no.
When I didn’t say a word for a long minute, Aunt Lola repeated her question.
“Why don’t I teach you how to use this, Dean?”