The train ride back from Aunt Cordelia’s mansion in the country gave me a lot of time to think and remember. Right after I turned 18, my mom had insisted I visit our strange aunt. It was some sort of mysterious rite of passage that every niece and nephew endured. As the oldest, I was first in my family to make the journey. None of my cousins would talk about what happened when they returned, and that added to the mystery and reputation of Aunt Cordelia.
It turned out that Delia, as she liked to be called, wasn’t strange at all. My forty-something aunt was stunningly beautiful and very sensual. She caught me watching her masturbate and in the conversations that followed, I admitted I was a virgin.
I’d gotten so turned on by Delia’s beauty, demeanor, and frankness, that I let her seduce me into an incestuous lesbian relationship. We grew very close during the first week. And when her brother, my Uncle Nikolai, visited, I ended up letting him take my virginity. It was marvelous!
I don’t regret any of it. The time spent with my aunt and uncle was incredible. Delia promised I would return home a changed woman, and I was. No more shy Katrina, I was fully a woman and proud of it.
In our last conversation, Aunt Delia told me not to tell my siblings or cousins what had happened, but said it was up to me how much I divulged to my Mom.
“What happens at Aunt Cordelia’s stays at Aunt Cordelia’s” she would say.
Did Mom know the purpose of these visits to her sister’s? I was about to find out. But how to broach the subject?
Mom was waiting at the station when I arrived back in the city.
“Kat!” she called as I stepped off the train. “You’re home!”
“Hi Mom,” I said receiving her hug.
“Are you glad to be back?” she asked, taking me by the shoulder and leading me inside to gather my bags. “Was it as terrible as you imagined?”
“It was fine, Mom,” I said coyly. “I had a good time.”
“That’s great, honey,” she said.
“Yeah, Aunt Delia is pretty cool,” I offered as I picked up my bags from the carousel.
“So, not strange and eccentric like you thought?” she asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far. But I had fun. She has an amazing house.”
“She sure does,” Mom said.
“So, you’ve been there?” I asked.
Mom nodded. “I have,” was all she’d say.
I wondered whether the intimacy between brother Nikolai and sister Cordelia extended to anyone else in the family, including my mom.
On the drive back, she filled me in on what was going on with my younger brother Peter and the twins, Alina and Alisa.
Peter was 17 and would soon make his journey to Aunt Cordelia’s. The twins were a year younger, so they had some time.
“Kat!” the twins yelled at the same time as I got out of the car.
The 16-year-olds hadn’t changed since I left, sadly. They were just as excitable as ever. Though Peter and I had brown hair, the twins were blonde, like Aunt Cordelia. Their trim, athletic bodies bounded down the walk. I thought about how quickly they’d matured physically, and that their figures had really filled out.
They threw their arms around me. “Tell us all about it!” Alina said. “Is she really a witch?”
“You’ll just have to find out in a couple of years!” I said, breaking free of their grasp.
Peter stood in the doorway. He’d changed most of all in the last couple of years. As I approached him, I realized how much he was becoming like Uncle Nikolai – handsome and a real catch.
“I see you didn’t get turned into a frog,” Peter said. “Might have been an improvement.”
I poked him in the ribs.
“Ouch!” he said.
“You deserved that,” I said.
“No really, what happened?” he said as we walked into the house.
“Can’t tell you, Peter. Sworn to secrecy and all that. But you’ll find out soon enough. Patience!”
I got settled in my room and sat on the bed, reflecting on how much had changed in just two weeks. I was no longer a virgin – I had made love to a woman and a man. Not to mention that they were my aunt and uncle!
Thinking about my time with them started getting me excited. I dreamed about Nik’s cock, hard, stiff, throbbing. I remember it poised in front of my wet pussy and then entering me, sending me into another world as I came to his thrusts.
And Aunt Delia. I loved her mouth on my pussy, her tongue fucking me and giving me such incredible feelings.
I reached under the waistband of my panties and started fingering myself. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit and pictured Delia’s tongue. I stuck fingers in my vagina and thought about Nik’s cock deep inside me.
My hips were moving back and forth. I started breathing heavily as my mind took me back to those wonderful threesomes.
I was just about to cum when there was a knock on the door.
“Can I come in?”
It was Mom.
“Uh, sure,” I said. “Give me a sec.”
I quickly pulled my hand out of my panties and re-arranged my dress. “Come in,” I said.
“Hey, Kat,” Mom said. “Are you okay? You look flushed.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” I said. “Just hot from the trip.”
“Okay,” she said, sitting down on the bed beside me. “Listen, I thought we’d go out tonight. Celebrate your homecoming? Especially since Peter and the twins head to camp tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “I’d forgotten about that. Sure. Dinner out sounds fun.”
“Great!” Mom said, getting up. “We’ll leave in a few minutes if that’s okay.”
“Sure,” I said.
Summer camp. Peter was going to basketball camp and the twins to cheerleading. They’d be gone the entire week. Well, at least that would allow me to subtly interrogate Mom for what she knew of Aunt Cordelia’s seductions.
Dinner was great. Alina and Alisa were as chatty as always. Peter just sort of stared at me, as if he knew something had changed. But how could he?
The next morning Mom took my siblings to the airport. I had the morning to myself. I laid down on my bed and stripped naked. As I pictured my aunt and uncle making love to me, I squeezed my nipples, making them hard and erect. I put my chin down and sucked a nipple into my mouth. That felt good.
I opened my legs and started rubbing myself. My fingers started flying into my pussy and over my clit. My hips moved up and down as I once again pictured Nik’s wonderful dick inside me.
I came hard and felt juices flow over my fingers and onto the bedspread.
I cleaned up and made myself some breakfast.
Mom came home hours later, just as I was making sandwiches.
“Thanks for making lunch,” she said, setting her purse down on the kitchen counter.
“Sure, Mom,” I said. “Want to eat out on the patio?”