Peter Loses Virginity to Aunt Delia
Peter visits his crazy aunt and she seduces him.
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What was I thinking about nearly the whole way to Aunt Cordelia’s house? My sister Kat. My stupid sister Kat. For nearly a year I had pestered her into telling me what happened when, shortly after she turned 18, she went on the mandatory journey to crazy Aunt Cordelia’s. And for a year she wouldn’t tell me a thing – not a thing!
What she did say was to “be open.” What does that even mean? So here I was, on a daylong train ride into the country to a house I’ve never seen and to stay with an aunt I’ve never met.
I’m the second oldest in my family. Kat’s 19, a year older than me, and my twin sisters, Alina and Alisa, are 17. In a year, they too will get on this very train. As the only boy in the family, I figured it was my duty to take charge. No more secrets. For sure I’m going to tell them what happens at Aunt Cordelia’s. At least I think I will.
Kat was different after her visit. She seemed more confident and her and Mom were sure closer. They touched and hugged more than I’d ever seen. At the time I had no idea why.
The rumors were that Aunt Cordelia was either crazy, a witch, or so eccentric that no one would want to be around her. I pictured her as some old woman (she is Mom’s older sister after all). I’d sure think twice if she offered me an apple.
When I stepped off the train, I saw no one on the platform. The train took off and I was left in this country town surrounded by fields and trees. I went inside to get my bags. Standing in front of the bag carousel was a woman dressed in black – black dress, black leggings, and a black shawl that mostly covered her face.
“That’s my bag!” I said, stepping forward.
“Of course it is, Peter,” the woman said.
“You know my name,” I said, pulling myself up to my full 6’1″ height and trying to be intimidating.
“And why wouldn’t I know the name of my own nephew?” the woman answered, pulling back the shawl.
I was dumbstruck. The woman in front of me didn’t look old at all. In fact, she looked as young as my mom. She had gorgeous brown hair that fell below her shoulders. Her blue eyes pierced right through me. I also noticed her figure – large breasts held tight by the black dress, which was slightly sheer. I could just make out her bra and panties underneath.
“Um,” I stammered. “You must be Aunt Cordelia?” I said.
“In the flesh,” the woman said, holding out her hand to me.
It was a delicate hand with slender fingers and long painted nails. I took it and felt how soft it was.
“Please call me Delia,” Delia said. “Ready to go?”
I let go of her hand and followed as she carried my bag. At least Kat could have told me how beautiful she was! As I walked to her car, I couldn’t help but stare at her fine ass, swaying back and forth – a thong showing underneath. She had this sexy aura about her. Not very aunt like.
And what a cool car she had! I’d never ridden in a Mustang GT convertible before. Slate grey with a spoiler and was it fast! We nearly ran a few people off the road on the way up to her place.
A giant iron gate opened to let us into Delia’s property. Her house, her mansion, was on the top of a hill. I don’t know what I was expecting, but not this. Beautiful woman, beautiful car, beautiful house. I started to figure I was going to enjoy myself here.
“You’re at the top of the stairs to the left,” Delia said as we passed in the enormous double doors. “I’m on the right in case you need anything.”
That was a little strange, but whatever. I went up the stairs two by two and went into my room – my suite actually. Huge TV, couch, a place to eat, great view – and a bedroom with a king-sized bed.
“Come down when you get settled,” Delia said from the front room. “I’ll show you around.”
“Great space,” I said when I found Delia in the massive kitchen.
“Beer?” she said, holding out an ice-cold bottle of something I hadn’t heard of. “It’s legal here if you’re 18.”
“Sweet!” I said, taking the bottle and taking a big swig. “Oh! That’s good!” I said.
“Glad you like it!” Delia said, opening a bottle for herself. “I grow the hops right here.”
We toured the ground floor – sunken living room with an even bigger TV, deck overlooking the countryside with a pool, hot tub, and BBQ. The dining room was amazing with a huge chandelier and the biggest table I’d ever seen. And then there was the game room. I about shit my pants when we went through the doors. Every game box imaginable, each connected to more giant TVs. I was going to love it here.
“So, what’s fun for you?” Delia asked as we sipped our second beer out on the deck.
“Um,” I said, “I like playing video games. I’m also into volleyball and track. I run long distance.”
“So, I’ve heard,” Delia said. “I hear you’re pretty good.”
“I guess,” I said. “I won first at state this year in the 5k, so I guess that’s good.”
“I’m impressed,” Delia said with a slight smile. “Maybe some body-building too?”
As she said this, her eyes traveled down from my chest to my legs. It was something about the way she looked at me. It seemed more than just a passing interest. It was if she was checking me out.
“Sure,” I said. “I go to the gym a lot. It’s fun!”
As she checked me out, I checked her out. That dress was a killer. Out in the sun I could see her bra more clearly through the sheer fabric. Her breasts were two large globes and her nipples poked out from under her bra – straight ahead and large. I started picturing her without that dress on and I started to get aroused.
“Well,” Delia said, returning her gaze to my eyes, “you’ve turned into quite a handsome young man. The girls must fawn all over you.”
This was a sore spot. I was actually a virgin. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the idea of sex, I liked it a lot. I was just so busy and there seemed to be some family norm that you at least waited until you were 18 to have sex.
“Not really,” I said, not sure what else to say.
“I find that hard to believe,” Delia said with a slight smile. “You’ve got a great body.”
“Um, thank you?” I said, a little unsure how to react to my aunt.
“Say,” she said, getting up. “How about a swim?”
“Sounds good,” I said, glad for the change in subject.
“Let’s change and meet back down here,” Delia said as she went inside.
I climbed up the stairs and noticed Delia’s bedroom door was open. I peeked in as I went past and could see right into her bathroom. To my shock, she was naked! I was pretty far away but could see those incredible globes and her tits. She turned slightly in my direction to pull on her suit bottom and I could see her pussy was shaved.
I hurried so she wouldn’t see me spying on her, went into my room and changed. I pulled off my shorts and underwear and saw that my cock was hard. I tried to think of something else as I put my suit on. I didn’t want my aunt thinking I was perving on her or anything.