A Week at My Aunt and Uncle’s

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I had just turned thirteen the summer I visited Aunt Sally’s. Aunt Sally, my mother’s youngest sister was always my favorite, because she acted, and in reality was, much younger than mother or other relatives I knew and seemed more a friend than older relative entering into the children’s games and playing with us. She’d married the previous year at the ripe old age of 25 and moved to her own place, a very romantic sounding old cottage they were renting in the Catskills.

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I was thrilled when she’d invited me to spend a week with her, while her husband Norman was away on business; and I didn’t even mind the long bus trip  It was all just part of this grand adventure—my first trip away from home! I arrived late one cool evening amid a heavy rain and by the time we had collected my baggage, loaded up, driven to her home, and unpacked, we were both soaked and chilled.

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The cottage was everything I had imagined – a storybook home tiny—really little more than one large main room and little loft tucked up under the eves. In front of the fire we both stripped down and dried off in her oversized towels, sitting nude for a while in the hypnotic warmth and soft, flickering light of the fire, enjoying, letting the waves of heat penetrate our chilled skin while we sipped hot chocolate.

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As I warmed, I looked at Aunt Sally taking pleasure in the rare opportunity to study the naked, fully developed woman who was lost in her own thoughts studying the fire. I had begun developing early and my breasts were already huge, much larger than most girls I knew, but Sally’s were massive by comparison and seemed even larger because her frame was slight, but she was certainly endowed with the most perfect breasts I’d ever imagined anyone could posses.  Large white circular orbs hung on her chest jutting out proudly topped with large, light pink areola, the colored skin still crinkled with cold and in the center of each a long, hard, pink nipple. Her tummy was flat and her hips broad flaring out providing her an hourglass shape and between her legs was a gloriously padded, but surprising to me, hairless mound. As she sat in her chair studying the fire her legs were spread wide and her sex was open exposing her pink inner labia.Â

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It wasn’t as if I was unaware of my body and its development. Nor was I unaware of the purpose and uses of my newly grown accessories. After all, I masturbated ever day—sometimes several times a day. My teen body was literally on fire with my newly developed interests. However, seeing Aunt Sally’s body gave me a appreciation for just what I could and would become. She was absolutely alluring. The crazy thought crossed my head of touching her. I dismissed it, but I was acutely aware of her sexuality and with my awareness was a growing wet arousal in my own secret places.Â

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I decided to get up and get dressed before I embarrassed myself and Aunt Sally roused herself and suggested I just throw on my pajamas because it was so late and she was sure I was tired.  I was but not tired enough to take away the thrill of exploring the tiny loft where I would sleep. The railed balcony looked down into the main room. On the left was their bed where Aunt Sally was pulling a nightshirt over her head, her bare buttocks exposed to my view, and to the right was the living area, while the kitchen and bathroom were under the loft and hence out of view. I felt very secretive, like I was hidden and could spy on the entire little house. For some odd reason the idea excited me, but my thoughts didn’t last long because the minute I lay down I was asleep, too early a start and too long a day to avoid sleep.

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I am not sure when I awoke or what wakened me, but as I slowly became aware of my surroundings, I realized I was at my Aunts cottage and somewhere down below the balcony were sounds I’d never heard before, but that seemed to draw me with irresistible allure and yet some unknown corner of my mind warned me that this was one time I couldn’t be seen. So I slipped noiselessly from my bed to the floor instinctively understanding that I could not peek over the rail, but on this night must peek through it; so I crept slowly towards the sounds a sort of heavy breathing mixed with soft sighs or moans. It seemed an eternity before I was able to see between the rails and their below me was the same room I left, a fire burning brightly and a lamp-oil light burned on the nightstand by the bed but it was the sight on the bed that totally took my breath away.

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Aunt Sally, completely nude was laying on her back and in between her widespread legs Uncle Norm was for some reason home and now lay on the bed licking and kissing the area of her sex and it must have felt good because Aunt Sally was moaning softly and uttering a little “yes,” every now and then. I had understood sex to the extent that I knew the man’s organ would enter my vagina, but I guess I my friends were more innocent than we’d thought because the idea of the oral sex act I was seeing had not yet entered my head.  Now, as I watched, my aunt was being pleasured intensely her hands forming firsts that clenched and unclenched the covers, her voice growing louder and higher until she arched her head back and even the novice that I was knew she was climaxing.

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I was incredible! But Uncle Norm wasn’t finished with her yet. He just kept working his mouth over her sex which I could see in glimpses was glistening with wetness. His fingers had pulled her inner lips apart and the view was the most explicit exposure of a woman’s sex I’d ever seen, her deep pink folds such a deeper, brighter pink than when I had seen them earlier in the evening. He seemed as if he could never get enough and as I watched he probed inside her vagina with his tongue, sending a jolt of wetness between my legs that shocked me. He pulled her legs way back and then shocked me once more by licking her anal opening – an action I would have thought terribly perverted, but now filled my little girl body with the molten fire of arousal and made Aunt Sally moan with pleasure as he worked whatever magic he was working on her anus before returning to her vaginal opening greeted with her soft sighs and cries of pleasure.Â

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He shifted positions and for the first time in my young life I saw what a man’s organ looked like, all engorged and hard; it seemed massive much larger than I had imagined it could be and yet seeming his so large and full made me ache with the desire to feel my tiny opening being stretched by it. I was laying on my tummy, head raised to look through the railing and I realized I was humping my hips with desire, I pulled my nightshirt up to reach my sex, but the lump under me didn’t feel good so I worked it off, up over my head and now as naked as they I lay the nightshirt on the wooden floor and flopped on top of it my eyes back on their sex-play my own right hand buried between my legs already exploring and abundant wetness that had formed there. I watched as Aunt Sally began writhing in the bed as his mouth worked its magic on her vulva and as little as I knew, I was certain she was climaxing repeatedly, another possibility that hadn’t occurred to me as even possible before now. Her cries and spasmodic movements continued for the next 15 minutes and I watched in spellbound fascination until she was, at last spent, and pushed his head away begging him, “No, no, no more.”

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He looked up at her and rising to his feet walked around the bed until he could place his huge organ at her lips and my aunt immediately began licking and kissing his head before shifting about and tilting her head back allowing him to slide a good portion of his penis into her throat, his organ withdrawing and reentering wet with her saliva she clearing enjoying as much as he until her at last withdrew and positioned himself between her legs and prepared to enter her.Â

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My body which had been sitting in limbo for the last few minutes came demandingly awake and I moved my fingers over my little girl clit and at the first contact I exploded into the most powerful climax of my life, my throat barely able to hold in my cries of delight, my eyes closing, my breathing ragged as waves of pleasure racked my whole being, but dimly aware of new female sounds of pleasure from below. At last I could focus on my world and I opened my eyes and raised my head to peek once more at the world of sex that had so unexpectedly opened to my view.

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To be continued…

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