We went into the kitchen and put together a marvelous dinner. The kids were immediately enamored with Delia, especially Kurt. I caught him gazing at her incredible boobs more than once. I wondered if Kurt was picturing Delia without her clothes on. I caught myself as an image of the two of them in bed popped into my head. My own son with his aunt? No way. There was just this sensuality that Delia gave off – maybe that was all.
Over the next few days, Delia found time with each of my kids – even shy Julia. Kurt warmed up to her nicely. They seemed super comfortable with each other.
Later in the week, Julia and Connie and I were supposed to go to a graduation party. At the last second Connie said she wasn’t feeling well and stayed behind. She must have spent some time with Delia because after that, the two of them seemed very close.
Even Kurt and Connie fought less and looked as if they might actually love each other. Maybe having Delia here was good all around.
As I watched Delia interact with my kids, my mind went to naughty places. I guess it was knowing that she’d fucked my kids’ cousins that did it. I found myself dreaming of Kurt and Connie fucking Delia. I woke up from one dream with my pussy sopping wet. I hate to admit it, but I started touching myself and brought myself to an orgasm, picturing Delia licking Connie’s pussy – or was she licking mine?
I became infatuated with my sister. I watched her boobs sway, and her nipples push out of her bra. I found myself wanting to see her in short skirts so I could catch a glimpse of her sexy underwear.
On a shopping trip with Julia, I even bought some new things for myself – thin bras and matching panties, short skirts, and tight-fitting blouses. Was I going crazy?
“Mom – these are awesome!” Julia said as I emerged from the dressing room. “You’ve got to get these. I haven’t seen you look this good in – well – forever!”
“Too much?” I said.
“Not at all!” Julia said. “I think Delia’s been a good influence on you.”
After I dropped Julia off at a friend’s, I returned to the mall and had my pussy waxed – something I hadn’t done in a long time. I was feeling pretty sexy.
That night I wore my sexy new outfit to dinner. I saw raised eyebrows and looks of surprise on everyone’s face but Julia.
“Wow, Mom,” Kurt said, looking me up and down. “That’s some outfit!”
I liked the attention of my son. It made me feel pretty, and a little naughty.
“I so approve, Mom,” Connie said, touching my blouse and skirt. “You look downright hot!”
“Thank you, I think,” I said, a little embarrassed that I was getting so carried away.
Delia smiled and nodded at me, her eyes moving lower to my boobs. I followed her gaze and realized that the thin bra and blouse were not hiding my nipples, which had begun to harden. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t and made no effort to cover them.
I caught Kurt checking out my nipples several times. For some reason it didn’t bother me.
Later that night, Delia met me in my room. We’d started meeting there after dinner to continue our conversations about life and family.
“A bottle of wine?” Delia said as she entered and closed the door to the master suite. “What’s the occasion?”
“I don’t know,” I said, opening the bottle and pouring two tall glasses. “Just celebrating feeling freedom to be me after all these years.”
“Good for you!” Delia said, grabbing a glass and lifting it in the air. “Here’s to new beginnings and new experiences!”
“I’ll drink to that!” I said clinking her glass.
We shared stories for a while. When the conversation waned, I got up the courage to ask a question I’d been pondering.
“What’s it like… being with a relative and all?”
Delia raised an eyebrow. “You mean sexually?”
I nodded.
She laid her hand on my bare thigh.
“I don’t know how graphic you want me to get here,” she said, searching my eyes.
“I really want to know,” I said, genuinely curious.
“Well,” Delia started. “I see my job as introducing them to their own sensuality in a safe space. I may do some seducing but only to get the conversation – and the connection going.”
“Uh huh,” I answered.
“Take Peter, for instance,” Delia said.
“Judy’s son?”
“Right. He was a virgin when he came to visit. Quite the physical specimen – reminds me of Kurt, actually. Anyway, all I did was show him interest and dress in a sexy bathing suit. I could tell he was interested in me, so I asked him to apply sunscreen to my body. He seemed to enjoy it, so I asked him some questions about what he liked sexually.”
“I thought he was a virgin?” I said.
“He was. He and his girlfriend had just made out. But he dreamed of her giving him a blowjob and fucking her in the ass.”
“Oh my!” I said.
“I know, right?” Delia said. “So, I told him that sounded like fun and would he like me to suck his dick.”
“You did?”
“I did. And he let me strip him and suck his dick until he came in my mouth.”
“Shit!” I said, surprised at how arousing her description was to me.
“So, we went to my room, and I let him strip me, lick my nipples and my pussy – then put his fat dick inside and spurt his creamy cum in me. Ooh, it gets me turned on just thinking about it.”
“And your ass too?” I said, trying not to picture it.
“Oh yes,” she said.
I stared at her for a few seconds, my mind reeling and my pussy itching.
“We had a wonderful time making love to each other. And though I probably shouldn’t tell you, he also fucked his sisters and Judy.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “All of them… intimate with each other?”
“Oh yes. And they love it. I have the whole family over now and again for an impromptu orgy. They all have other relationships – but they still like to visit their aunt too.”
I started picturing my sisters making love to each other. It was very arousing. I’d seen pictures of Peter – and he did look a lot like Kurt. I wondered what they both looked like with no clothes and a hard on.
“You know, Delia, it’s dawning on me that maybe I’ve deprived my kids of something really special.”
“You haven’t actually,” Delia said.
“Say what?” I said.
“You haven’t deprived them of anything. At least not Kurt and Connie. They’re adults, you know.”
“I’m aware,” I said, now very curious. “You mean that while you’ve been here you… and they…”
Delia looked at me and smiled. “Yes, Amber. It has been so delightful. And… Kurt is an even better lover than Peter – and especially gentle and loving with Connie.”
I was dumbstruck. “You made love to two of my kids under my own roof and I didn’t know about it?”
Delia laughed softly. “It’s a big house, you know.”
I sat silently for a few seconds. It wasn’t like I had any reason to be angry. My kids are adults, and they can make adult decisions. And I believed Delia that everything was done in a very supportive way. My thoughts went back to my dream and the tingles in my pussy got stronger.
“What’s happening to me?” I said.
“Are you having feelings, Amber?” Delia said, lazily stroking my thigh with her fingers.
“What makes you think that?” I asked.
“Well, your nipples for one,” Delia said. “They’ve gotten noticeably more erect – very arousing to me, if you want to know the truth.”
“I know I shouldn’t but I’m feeling very aroused too. I even had this dream where you were licking Connie’s pussy – and then mine. I woke up and did something I haven’t done in a while – brought myself to an orgasm.”
“Mm,” Delia said softly, her fingers moving further up and down my thigh. “Is that something you wish you could do in real life?”
“Delia, I feel like the last few days have done a number on me – changed me, or maybe woken me up to something that’s been dormant for a long time.
“So that’s a yes?” Delia said, her fingers traveling up to the hem of my skirt and just under it.
“I, um, I think it is.”
Delia looked up in my eyes, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Just relax,” she said. “Let yourself feel.”
She kissed my cheek and then my neck. When her tongue gently licked the side of my neck, it sent chills up and down my body.
“Oh,” I murmured.
Delia came back up, turned my face towards hers and kissed me on the lips. It was a light kiss, just her lips against mine, but the chills multiplied. I was kissing my sister!
“Mm,” Delia purred as she moved back. “I love how your lips feel on mine.”
“It, um, was nice,” I said, nervous but also aroused.