The Auntie Kay Saga

               To start, I should probably clarify that while Aunt Kay is my blood related Aunt, I’ve never really thought of her that way. Instead, I view her as my cousin because she happens to be two years younger than me. What? How is that possible you might ask? Simply put, my mother had me young, and my grandmother had Auntie Kay late in life. The result is a horny 15 year old boy and a hot nubile 13 year old girl.

               It didn’t help that neither of us met until both of us were that age when my parents moved to be closer to my grandparents. Our bodies and hormones had no idea that we were related. For me, she was simply arousing in every sense of the word. Beautifully tanned skin, not charred mind you but just a kiss of the sun, and gorgeous blonde hair that fell past her shoulders. But the best part about her was that even though she was only 13, her chest was already a solid B-cup. The first time I met her, she was wearing a low cut top that showed them off perfectly. Her nipples were practically peeking over the rim.

               We hit it off instantly and although I’m not the best looking guy around, I’m definitely easy on the eyes. It also helps that I’m a funny guy. Girls really like that. Auntie Kay and I were like best friends, so it should come to no surprise to anybody that we wanted to fuck each other ragged.

               Even though I lusted after her, I never expected anything to happen. She resided in my memory when I jacked off at night. Besides, I was only 15. While I had had quite a few make-out partners and one unenthusiastic blowjob, I was still too nervous to try anything, especially with someone who was supposedly related to me.

               Luckily fate smiled on me. Our respective parents noticed that we got along fairly well and they invited me to sleep over. I was nervous and looking back I guess it was obvious that she was nervous too. She was giggling more than usual and touching me more than usual. I was clearly trying to impress her the entire evening, making more jokes than usual.

               We stayed up talking when her grandparents went to bed. We must have been awake for hours. She was taunting me in her tank-top, with her growing breasts popping out. Before we knew it, her clock read 3 A.M. The lights went out and she curled up and stuck her ass into my crouch. Instinctively I placed my arm around her stomach. She signed contently and I tried to control the raging boner I had brewing in my pants.

               “Sean?” She whispered in the dark.

               I was nervous, and frankly at this point ready to go to bed if nothing was going to happen but I answered her, “Yes?”

               “My boyfriend wants to have sex. I’m afraid I’m going to be bad at it.”

               So much for my hard-on. Just the thought of my gorgeous young aunt straddling a healthy cock and pumping up and down moaning with pleasure caused my cock to twitch.

               I tried to play it cool, “Aren’t you too young for sex?”

               She shook her head, “No…I want it. I’ve already felt his cock in my hands and its huge. It scares me but it excites me too. I think I’m wet just thinking about it.”

               That did it. It was right then that I knew she was planning dirty and wonderful things for me. I just needed to play along.

               She continued, “I just want to make sure I’m good at it. I don’t want to worry about my technique while we’re having sex. I don’t want him to leave if I’m bad.”

               I smiled. It was like we were thinking the exact same thing without actually saying it out loud. My left hand was already sliding down the front of her stomach and she made no move to stop me. I slipped effortlessly under the waistband of her sleep pants and panties. To my surprise, I found it was lace, my favorite.

               She was breathing heavily now, but she was motionless, allowing my middle finger to hot-dog its way between the lips of her pussy. She sighed contently as I see-sawed my way between her lips. Although I didn’t know it at the time, I had found her clit and I was stroking it softly.

               She whispered in my ear, “Am I wet?”

               In response, I kissed her cheek and bit the bottom part of her ear, which only made her moan. She was getting hotter and so I started to move faster. To pay me back, she reached her left hand back and started massaging my dick through my pajamas. I was surprised to realize that she was good. She and her boyfriend had clearly had a lot of practice. She used the palm of her hand to rub the underside up and down, alternating between sliding up the shaft and wrapping her fingers around it.

               Meanwhile, I stuck a finger inside and started to frig her unmercifully. She was moaning steadily now and increased her pace on my cock. The pleasure was excruciatingly good but I was starting to feel that the action was one-sided.

               What happened next surprised even me. Taken by lust, I stopped fingering her pussy and pulled her pants down around her ankles. I brought my arm back up around her waist and held her tightly against me so that she couldn’t move. She squealed quietly, but more out of surprise than fear. If anything she was alarmed by the sudden move. My other hand removed pants and my dick sprang to attention. Roughly, I slid my hand under her thigh and lifted it in the air exposing her pussy to what was about to happen. With no pretense, I shoved my fat cock into her and she grunted in pain. To my surprise, she was no virgin. I entered her with ease.

               I will never forget the first moment that my cock slipped into her pussy. It was pure silk and warm like pie. I was mounting her from the side, watching her breasts sway inside her tank top. She was breathing ragged so I used my other hand and placed it over her mouth, to stifled her screams. I plunged in and out with slow rhythmic thrusts and Auntie Kay was loving every moment of it. It was pure ecstasy for the both of us, especially because we were so young and inexperienced.

               I made sure to hold her down good and control the situation at first, but after awhile I eased up, having calmed down from my initial urge to fuck my aunt. I was only now realizing that I might have hurt her. But I completely misread her. Either I wasn’t hurting her, or she liked it rough.

               “Don’t stop,” she breathed.

               Her hand snaked down to her clit and began to rub it while I pistoned in and out of her snatch. She rubbed herself furiously and I kissed her neck passionately while I held her down against me. She was moaning into my hand now and beads of sweat were rubbing down her neck into her cleavage.

               I felt myself climaxing and felt no need to pull out. I was too excited to think about pulling out, so I came deep into her pussy. She sighed contently and we both came down from our highs.

               “Thank you.” She purred. She pulled me closer to her and wrapped my arm around her stomach. We slept that way until morning. We didn’t talk to each other in the morning and we wouldn’t see each other again alone until two years… later. But we slept together for the night, with my cock still buried inside her, with her purring contently.