I awoke the next morning and the first thing I thought about was Cordelia and Kurt. Had I just dreamt it? No. I’d witnessed real incest and then gotten off by it. What was I thinking? More importantly, what was Kurt thinking – fucking his own aunt in our house!
I got dressed and decided I would confront him.
I ventured down the hallway to Kurt’s room. The door to Aunt Cordelia’s room was closed. Kurt’s was open just a bit. I knocked and pushed the door open. Kurt was at his computer, playing a game.
“Hey Connie,” he said, looking up.
He turned from the computer. He was wearing tan shorts and a t-shirt. Despite my shame, I was having a hard time not thinking of how I saw him with Cordelia the night before – naked and with a hard-on shoved up my aunt’s pussy.
“What’s up?” Kurt asked. “You need something?”
“No,” I said, sitting on his bed. “But apparently you did!”
My voice was a little more strident than I intended.
“What the fuck, Connie!” Kurt said.
“Yeah, exactly!” I said.
“What are you talking about?” Kurt said, getting up and standing next to the bed.
“I’m talking about you… you, Kurt. I saw what you did!”
“Saw what?” Kurt said. “What’s got you so upset?”
He sat on the bed beside me.
“What did I do?” he said.
I looked in his eyes. I was angry, a little. And confused. I saw confusion in Kurt’s face too.
“I saw you and Aunt Cordelia!” I said forcefully.
“Saw us, what, exactly?”
“Oh, come on, Kurt. Do I have to spell it out? I saw you two in the kitchen and then right here – on this very bed!”
“Oh, shit!” Kurt said. “I, uh, I… don’t know what to say.”
“How could you?” I said, hitting his leg.
“Ouch!”
“You fucked our aunt!” I said.
Kurt looked at me for a moment, then his expression softened. “Yes, I did,” he said. “Are you going to tell Mom?”
“That’s what you’re worried about, if Mom finds out?” I said. “What about feeling bad about what you did!”
Kurt paused again. “The truth is, Connie,” he said, putting his hand on my thigh. “I don’t regret it. The times I’ve been with Delia have been some of the most wonderful experiences in my life!”
“Wait, what?” I said. “The ‘times’? You’ve been with her more than once?”
Kurt nodded. “Before you judge me,” he said. “Aunt Cordelia came onto me. In the downstairs bath. I couldn’t believe it. She sucked my dick and made me cum right in her mouth.”
“She did?” I said, the force of my anger subsiding a bit.
“Yeah – she flirted with me and talked really dirty. I couldn’t help but get hard. After she sucked me, she invited me to her room and, well, she is an amazing lover, Connie. I’ve felt things I’ve never felt before.”
“And you didn’t feel bad about, well, the incest part?”
“Surprisingly… no!” Kurt said. “And I’m not the only nephew – or niece – that she’s loved.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Nieces too?”
“Yeah, that’s what she said.”
This wasn’t going the way I’d planned. I was expecting to give Kurt a real lecture. But now…
“So, you… um… saw me then?” Kurt asked.
I felt my face grow hot. “Well, um, yeah,” I said, trying not to look at Kurt’s crotch.
“And… um… what did you think? Grossed out?”
I looked up into Kurt’s eyes. “No, surprisingly,” I said. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you look… nice.”
“Geez, thanks, I guess,” Kurt said.
“Well, I never expected to see my own brother with an erection – much less seeing you fucking a woman who also happens to be your aunt!”
Kurt paused. “You know, Connie,” he said, staring at me. “You really should talk to Aunt Cordelia about this. My guess is your real problem is with her.”
“I’m not sure it’s a problem,” I said. “I just don’t understand it. Not yet anyway.”
I got up and left. Going back up to my room I pondered what exactly I should do. Confronting Kurt hadn’t gone the way I’d thought it would. Should I talk to Cordelia about it?
I decided it couldn’t hurt. Maybe there was more to this than I realized. I waited until everyone had gone to bed that night and snuck downstairs. It was a bit of a spontaneous decision and I didn’t realize at the time that I was wearing only a t-shirt and panties.
I knocked softly on Aunt Cordelia’s door.
“Come on in,” she said softly.
I pushed open the door. The room was lit by candles. Aunt Cordelia was sitting on a couch facing the door.
“Oh, hi Connie,” she said brightly. “Please come in!”
“Thanks, Aunt Cordelia,” I said, entering and closing the door.
“Please, Connie. It’s just Delia, okay?”
“Sorry. Thanks, um, Delia.”
“What can I do for you dear?” she said, patting the seat next to her.
Delia was wearing a short skirt and a very clingy top – one that outlined her ample boobs and pressed against her nipples. As she sat, I caught a glimpse of white between her legs. Her panties, no doubt. I looked away, trying not to stare.
I sat next to her and gazed into that beautiful face.
“Is everything all right?” she asked. “You seemed troubled.”
She brushed some hair out of my face and rested her fingers lightly on my bare thigh.
I had this speech all planned where I would accuse her of taking advantage of her nephew. But as I looked into her dazzling blue eyes, all that went away.
“I… um… I need to talk to you about last night,” I said, glancing down.
“Oh!” Delia said. “I see. You didn’t go to the party, did you?”
I shook my head.
“And you saw Kurt and I in the kitchen and in his room, didn’t you?”
I nodded.