NEW STORY TITLE: OUR SEXY AUNT LIKES SEX A LOT (Incest/Taboo)
Series Introduction
Aunt Cordelia (or Delia for short) is the younger sister of our mom, and the keeper of a family tradition, introducing sons and daughters to sexual relationships with each other and our aunts and moms. We get shipped off to her house when we turn 18, with no idea what’s in store. She is stunningly beautiful and has ways of seducing us into wonderful sex that introduces us into our strange but wonderful family traditions.
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Kat visits her aunt and gets to know her in beautiful ways..
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There’d been rumors about our crazy Aunt Cordelia swirling around the family for years. I’d heard some rumblings from older cousins at family gatherings – hushed tones about what really happens at her country estate. No one would admit anything substantive, and I was left to invent scenarios on my own.
On my 18th birthday, my mom said it was my turn to have a “visit” with Aunt Cordelia. From what I could gather, this was the tradition. When a son or daughter came of age, they were shipped off to crazy Aunt Cordelia’s for a couple of weeks.
“Mom!” I protested when I heard the news. “I’ve got plans this summer!”
“Now Katrina,” she said sternly. Mom always called me Katrina instead of Kat when she was serious about something, or if I’d gotten in trouble. “This is not up for discussion. You’re the oldest of my kids and we will honor the tradition!”
There was no dad in the picture, so I had no one to appeal to. My younger siblings, a boy and two girls, were in no position to back me up, so I was out of options.
On the train ride out into the country, I started imagining what I was about to face. Was she a witch that put spells on her nieces and nephews? Was she an eccentric who would yell and scream at me for two weeks? Was she a recluse who would turn me into a spinster?
Aunt Cordelia had never married, so I assumed all things were possible. I didn’t even know her age. For all I knew, she was an old maid that smelled of moth balls.
Boy was I wrong. About everything.
I felt like I was entering another country as we approached the station. I live in the city, and this was as far away and different as you could possibly get.
Rolling green hills surrounded a lush valley, filled with crops I didn’t recognize and farm equipment running about doing farm equipment things. Everyone looked very casual and too friendly. Maybe they were all robots, or zombies!
The conductor helped me off the train and I walked into the old-fashioned station looking for my bag.
There was no one else inside except for a woman of undetermined age who was leaning against a sign that read “No Loitering”. How ironic.
“Expecting someone?” the woman said.
She was wearing a thick black coat with a hood over her head that hid most of her face.
Her voice was sultry and smooth, like she wasn’t really interested in talking to me, but at the same time beckoning me in.
“I, um,” I stammered. “I’m waiting for my aunt.”
Should I be talking to a strange woman in some random train station far from home? I started to reach for my cell phone when she laughed out loud.
“Ah, Katrina Petrov, it’s you!” she said, throwing off the hood and reaching out for me.
“Uh, Aunt Cordelia?” I said, not a little shocked.
One of the reasons for my shock was the face. Aunt Cordelia is stunningly beautiful. Kind blue eyes, long wavy brown hair that falls across her chest, soft facial features and an expression of joy that I didn’t match her tone at first.
“Come here and give me a big hug!” Aunt Cordial said as she pulled me in.
I felt the softness of the coat, some kind of fur. And the roundness of her figure. There were large breasts in there somewhere. She smelled of orchids. And her grip was strong. I felt a little suffocated as she pulled me in tight.
“Let me look at you!” she said, finally setting me free but holding me by the shoulders. “You are positively radiant, my child. You have my hair, and I can see your mother in your good looks. And you’ve filled out so nicely. You should be so happy with such a wonderful pair of breasts to show off!”
“Um, thanks, I guess?” I said. I wasn’t used to people talking about my body like that.
And how did she know I’d ‘filled out’? As far as I knew, I’d never met this person, though it’s possible I just never noticed her at our large family gatherings.
“Come on, let’s find your bags,” she said, putting an arm around my shoulder and leading me deeper into the station. “I told the baggage handler to take special care of your things.”
I’d heard some stories, but Aunt Cordelia was even stranger than I was expecting. But not a witch, or a recluse. I was having a hard time pinning down her age – in her forties, maybe? I knew she was older than my mom, but her face looked younger.
We got my bags and headed for her car – a Porsche convertible no less! She dumped my bag in the backseat and took off her coat, also throwing it in the back. We got in and she immediately put down the top.
As she pulled out, I got a better look at my aunt. Her brown hair flowed off her shoulders and over a sheer white blouse. As we pulled out on the road, the cool wind blew her blouse against her chest, and I would see a lacy bra underneath. It must have been made of thin fabric because I could also see large dark areola and pert nipples. She also wore a short black leather skirt which rode up higher and higher on her thighs as she worked the peddles.
“You like my skirt?” Aunt Cordelia said loudly over the engine noise.
“Oh, sorry!” I said back, averting my eyes to the road. “I mean, yes, it’s nice.”
We drove the rest of the way without speaking. I thought I caught Aunt Cordelia checking me out a couple of times, but I wasn’t sure.
I was expecting her to live in some sort of stone cottage with a thatched roof. Something out of a fairy tale, given her eccentric reputation. Instead of driving up a dirt path, Aunt Cordelia’s home stood behind a massive stone wall and iron gate, which rolled back as she pushed a button on the dash.
The driveway wound its way up a small hill, covered in grass, flowers, small ponds and trees – lots of trees. Her house, or more accurately her mansion, stood at the top of a small rise. It had a commanding view on all sides.
We pulled up and she stopped the Porsche in the middle of a stone driveway, beside two massive front doors.
“Come on,” she said, grabbing my bag. “Let’s get you settled!”
She led me up a grand central staircase to the second floor and down a hallway.
“I’m right here,” she said, motioning to some double doors to my right. “And you’re here,” she said, entering a doorway across the hall.
My bedroom was actually a suite, with a sitting room, a balcony with double French doors, and a bedroom with a huge king size bed.
“Come on down when you’re ready,” Aunt Cordelia said. “I’ll be waiting in the living room.”
I had to practically pinch myself to make sure this was real. I put my clothes away and headed back downstairs. I was now very curious about my aunt, this place, and why I was here.
“Thanks for having me, Aunt Cordelia,” I said as I entered the huge living room, complete with a stone fireplace that was easily twenty feet tall.
“Please call me Delia,” she said, motioning for me to sit.
“Okay, Delia,” I said, taking a seat.
“Let’s set a few ground rules for your visit,” Delia said, putting her hand on my knee.
Okay, here it comes, I thought.
“The rule is there are no rules!” she said, laughing loudly.
“Say what?” I said.
“Listen, Katrina…”
“Kat, please,” I said.
“Kat. That’s nice. Anyway, this is a time for you to explore yourself. To learn new things and have new experiences. I promise you will leave here a changed woman!”
“Okay,” I said slowly, trying to make sense of her words.
“Oh, and one other thing. What happens at Aunt Delia’s, stays at Aunt Delia’s. Okay?”
“Uh, sure,” I said, more confused than ever.
“Great!” Delia said, patting my knee. “Now you go exploring – anywhere. We’ll find each other later, okay?”
With that, Delia stood and went upstairs.
I poked around the bottom floor for a while. There were lots of rooms. After a bit, I decided I’d head up to my room and take a nap after the long train ride. But as I got to the top of the stairs I heard a woman’s voice moaning.
Even though I’m a virgin, I’m no prude. I know what sex sounds like. Someone was having it in Aunt Delia’s room! The door was cracked open just a bit. Curiosity got the better of me and I peeked in.
Her room was much bigger than mine, with a stone fireplace and a sunken living room. The sound was coming from across the way, in the bedroom. I crept in quietly, staying low behind the furniture.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I heard. “That’s right. Oh, yes!”
Had someone come in and I didn’t notice? I got to the bedroom door and peeked around the doorway. Inside, on the bed, was a totally naked Aunt Delia, her knees up, legs apart, and her hands rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy.
I almost cried out in shock but managed to hold my tongue.
Part of my shock was seeing my aunt’s naked body. Her brown hair lay across two lovely and ample breasts. Her dark areola and nipples shook as she masturbated. Despite whatever age she was, Aunt Delia had a killer body. Her mound was shaved and her pussy red and swollen. I could even smell a faint odor, perhaps her womanly scent?
I was instantly aroused and felt an itchy feeling in my crotch. I fondled one of my boobs and squeezed a nipple. I put a hand down my knit pants and under the waistband of my panties to finger myself.
“Ah, um, ah, oh!” Aunt Delia moaned, her fingers going faster and her hips moving up and down.
I was very wet, and my finger slipped into my pussy, and I spread juice on my own swollen clit.
I could feel an orgasm building. I wasn’t sure why my own aunt was turning me on so much, but in that moment I didn’t care. What put me over the top wasn’t the site of her reaching a climax, but what she said as she went over the top.
“Oh yes, Kat. Oh, lick me. You’re making me cum! Oh Kat! AHHHHHH!”
She was fantasizing about me! I suddenly felt like something was bursting inside me. There was a tension and then a huge release as I came. I tried hard not to cry out and managed at least to muffle my voice.
It wasn’t enough.
I looked up and saw Aunt Delia looking right at me.
She continued to slowly rub her pussy as she said, “Come on in, Kat. Please!”
I pulled my hand out of my panties and walked in. Aunt Delia was even more beautiful close up. She made no effort to cover up her nakedness as I approached.
“Come sit,” she said, using a free hand to pat the bed. “Did you like what you saw?” she said.
“You know I did,” I said. “Were you, um, were you thinking about me?”