Felix (Slim), Male, 10

	- Narrator, nephew of Jamie

	- Pale white skin, 4'5, 70lbs, short brown hair

Jamie, Female, 30

	- Aunt of Felix

	- Beige skin, 5'1, 85lbs, golden-brown hair past shoulders

A couple of weeks before winter break, my Mom asked me to come into the living room to talk. Like any ten-year old boy, I was fairly certain I was in trouble.

She told me, "Your Aunt Jamie has asked if you would like to come stay with her for a couple of weeks over break."

"Seriously?!"

Mom cocked an eye at me, "You really miss her, don't you?"

I tried to calm my beating heart, only nodding.

"Well, your father and I have talked it over, and though we love having you around for Christmas, we wanted you to decide if you would rather go see your aunt."

"Yes! I want to go." I'd only later realize that Mom was possibly hoping for a different answer, but the ten-year old me was oblivious. "I'll go pack!"

"It's not for another couple of weeks, Slim. You aren't missing school."

"Oh," I said, only slightly-deflated.

"You sure you would rather be in Chicago for Christmas?"

I nodded vigorously.

Mom watched me a moment then shook her head, smiling. "For whatever reason, you and your aunt sure do get along well. That's good for both of you."

She had no idea how right she was.

- - -

The airline agent walked with me from the gate all the way through to the area just outside security after I'd arrived in Chicago. I saw Aunt Jamie standing there and I fell in love all over.

She looked so health and happy. The smile on her face when she saw me made me melt. Aunt Jamie wrapped me in her arms and I squeezed her back, no one mentioning that I was pressing my face against her covered breasts. "So great to have you come, Slim!" Up close to her, I could smell her unwashed privates on her clothes. My pecker got really hard as I sniffed her odors.

I grinned as she released her hold on me. She took my hand and led me to the parking garage, walking in front of me as we got closer to her car. The tight blue jeans she wore made her small butt look amazing. I was to the point where I noticed such things. My little pecker was hard as a rock.

We got in the car and she headed us out of the garage. "We're going to have so much fun while you're here..."

I giggled I was so eager to play with her again.

"You have grown a bit, Slim, and I can see you're filling out nicely," Aunt Jamie told me. Her hand soon rested on my thigh. "Been having some fun with yourself while I was away?"

I nodded, "Every day."

"Good boy," she said, grinning. Her hand slid up my thigh and soon cupped my groin where my erect penis pressed out the fabric. "That feels like it's grown, too... mmm..." Her hand slid away slowly. "Should wait til we're home. Can't let anyone catch us."

It felt like an eternity before we got home. She asked me all sorts of regular questions about my school and my parents, not straying back into the territory I longed to discuss. When we finally pulled into her garage, I was bursting to pee.

She led me to the bathroom and I stepped inside. "Mind if I see it first?" she said, grinning.

I grinned back, quickly pulling my penis out from my pants. Despite my overflowing bladder, I was still hard as stone.

"Lovely!" she exclaimed. "It has gotten bigger! My, my, Slim... you are going to be a favorite with the ladies."

I was old enough to start to understand those sorts of statements, even though I didn't get that she meant that I'd one day have a big wiener. All I knew was that Aunt Jamie liked to look at it.

She didn't close the door, just standing there. I held my dickie out for her to see, then started squirming. She smiled, "Go ahead, let it flow."

I yanked up the toilet seat and pissed forcefully. Before I'd gone more than half-way, Aunt Jamie walked over and slid her fingers around my shaft. My flow sputtered when my wiener throbbed. "Don't mind me," she said with mirth.

My pee started flowing again, and Aunt Jamie aimed me at the center of the toilet bowl. My urine slowed to a trickle then stopped. Aunt Jamie gave my wiener a shake, then another, then surprised me by leaning down, opening her mouth, and putting her lips around the head of my penis. I giggled and she did, too. My dickie throbbed and I bet a squirt of pee shot into her mouth. That made me laugh harder.

"Mmm," she moaned as she started to suck me. My pecker got really hard again. She backed off a moment, "You shooting yet?"

"Not really," I told her, "just a drop comes out..."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," Aunt Jamie purred before sucking me some more.

She took my hand and I held my pants as she led into her bedroom. "Got a present for you..."

Aunt Jamie peeled down her jeans and stepped out of a pair of silky red panties with white trim. As she pulled them down her legs, a sticky string trembled between the fabric and her pussy.

"I have been so horny all week, Slim. I've been wearing these the whole time." She sniffed the air. "I've been pretty ripe for days, but I know how much you like it when I stink."

My eyes were wide, and inhaled. Even before she put the soaking underwear in my hand I could smell the intense odors between her legs. I swear I was like a junky suddenly getting that much needed shot in the arm. I sniffed the air greedily, then pulled the panties to my nose.

The smell was so strong I yanked them from my face to catch my breath. Heavily musky, sweaty, richly-earthy and drenched by the ripe aroma from Aunt Jamie's butt, the odors had overwhelmed me.

Aunt Jamie laughed. "Too much even for you, huh?"

I shook my head. "No... uh... no, just... needed a minute."

"Stinks, right?"

"Yeah"

"Tell me that, Slim," Aunt Jamie said, "hold my filthy panties to your nose and tell me they stink."

I did what she asked, pressing the intense odors against my face, inhaling, almost overwhelmed again, and said, "Your dirty panties really stink, Aunt Jamie."

Her fingers were between her legs, grinding against her purse. "Keep telling me."

I caught on quickly. "Your panties stink bad, Aunt Jamie."

"Mmm... yes they do." She stepped forward, still frigging herself, and wrapped her fingers around my pecker, pushing her face against mine and taking a big lungful of her smelly odors.

I inhaled, my penis jumping in her fingers. "I love smelling your stinky panties, Aunt Jamie. I love the way you smell."

"Uhnnn..." she moaned, her body rocking.

"I jerk off thinking about how much your pussy stinks, Aunt Jamie." I loved using that word ever since I'd heard my friend Sandy say it. It was such a dirty word. And I really liked dirty things.

"Sniff it," she told me, letting go of my dickie and pushing me down on my knees, "smell my stinky pussy, Slim."

She flared her thighs, rotated her hips further, and pressed her unwashed crotch onto my face.

"Mmmph," I groaned as I drowned in the dank, humid stink in Aunt Jamie's pussy. It was sticky and sweaty and the wetness was immediately covering my cheeks and lips and chin. The smell was richer, thicker, more meaty, more raw. It was overwhelming but I didn't want to pull away. I was in love with Aunt Jamie's stinky purse.

My aunt ground herself on my face. I started jerking while she did. I could barely breath, Aunt Jamie's odorous pussy open and spread across my lips. Even without sticking my tongue out I could taste the strong, bitter and sweet and salty stickiness in her crotch. "Use your tongue," she told me in a breathless tone.

I stuck my tongue out and I almost retched. The taste was overwhelming, stronger than I expected. But it wasn't unpleasant. No, in fact, it made me start to orgasm. The salty, tangy, bittersweet flesh made me cum.

Aunt Jamie shuddered and ground herself hard on my tongue and face, clearly enjoying her own orgasm. My penis throbbed in pleasure as my aunt spread her filthy, smelly crotch all over me, juices dripping down onto my arm and legs.

She stepped back and sat on the bed, out of breath, smiling a big smile. "Damn, I've missed you Slim."

I smiled, buzzing, "Missed you, too."

"Come here and let me see it," she said, pointing to my wiener, "I felt you cumming."

I stepped closer and she held my dickie a moment. I looked down and saw drops of semi-clear fluid were sliding from the tip.

"You're so close, Slim. Those nuts of yours will be shooting very soon."

"I hope so..."

"When you do, you can shoot it in my stinky pussy. Think you might like that?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

Aunt Jamie pulled me to her and licked my face, giggling, "You smell and taste like my dirty cunt, Slim."

"I like to smell like you, Aunt Jamie. I love the way you smell."

She shook her head slowly, grinning broadly, "You are a strange one, Slim. Always have been. But I love you for it." She hugged me again and we held together for what seemed like an hour.

"I love you," I said, possibly the first time I meant it in a romantic sense. Hard to say for sure, but looking back, I think that was the point at which my Aunt clearly became the center of my romantic world.

"Tell you what," she told me, "as much as I'd love to stay stinky for you, I really feel a bit raw right now. I'm going to take a bath, want to join me?"

"Sure!"

"Great. Come on."

Aunt Jamie led me back to the master bathroom where she started filling the oval, deep-set tub with hot water. "Bubbles?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded.

The smell of my aunt filled the room even as the sanitized aroma of florally soap fought for control. Aunt Jamie bent over to test the temperature of the water and I stared at her crotch. Her pussy, hairy and slender, looked slippery. I knew I'd licked it earlier, but it was creamy, as well. I leaned forward and pushed my nose into her slit to inhale. I shuddered with the scent of Aunt Jamie filling me with contentment and pleasure.

She laughed, "Makes me not want to get in with you loving on my dirty twat like that. Come on, before I get an infection."

I didn't know what she meant, but I followed her into the tub as it finished filling up.

The tub was big enough for the two of us, and at first, we sat on opposite ends, using our own washcloths. But before long, Aunt Jamie pulled me to her, brought her face to mine and said, "Ever kissed a girl, Slim?"

I shook my head. It was odd, really. I'd licked Aunt Jamie's pussy, played with her boobies, even put my pecker inside her dirty purse, but I'd never kissed her.

"I really want to kiss you," she said quietly, bringing her lips to mine.

Slowly, her mouth connected with mine. Wetness, I noticed. And the heat of her breath. I felt a thrilling shudder pass through me when her tongue sought out mine and found it. I followed her lead, let her tongue dance ahead of mine. My eyes closed, I wrapped my arms around Aunt Jamie and sank against her wet, slippery body. I could still smell her odors though they were almost gone, masked by the water and the soap.

Her hands grasped my buttocks and she squeezed, pushing me against her body hard. She slid down into the tub some, her head nearly underwater. We continued to kiss, and for the first time in my life, I felt needed. That's an odd but amazing thing to realize and experience at ten years old. Aunt Jamie needed me. I felt it in the way her fingers braced me against her, the way she fought for breath but refused to break our kiss, the way her soft moans told me of her longing.

When she moved her lips to my cheek and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Felix," I knew it was really real. No one used that name anymore except my grandmother. Aunt Jamie had probably never called me that before. And it wasn't just that she'd called me by my real name. It was also the breathy tone of voice, the softness, the sincerity. Even at ten I could tell when a person meant what they were saying. This wasn't an aunt telling her nephew she loved him, this was a lover saying it.

I didn't know enough about her life at that time to fully understand. I'd learn in time how that moment had come to be, but suffice it to say that I'd never felt happier in my short life. My aunt loved me. I felt it. Heard it in her voice. Smelled it in the way she'd let her scent grow stronger for my enjoyment. I never wanted to move from her arms again.

But the bath had to end, of course. We kissed and touched and kissed more until the water grew dry. After getting out of the tub, Aunt Jamie asked, "Hungry?"

I nodded.

"Good, let's go out to eat." She stood naked, watching me dry, a towel thrown over her shoulder a moment, leaving a single beautiful breast exposed. "Felix," she said easily, "don't forget... our secret?"

"Our secret. I promise." I'd never tell anyone, not if it meant risking what I was experiencing. The love, the need for me. My need for Aunt Jamie. No way would I risk that.

"I promise, too," she replied. "This is going to be the most wonderful two weeks, Felix. That, too, I promise. You've only been here two hours..."

I grinned. I couldn't wait to enjoy every moment with Aunt Jamie.

She turned and disappeared out of the bathroom. I finished drying, hung my towel, and followed her into the bedroom. Aunt Jamie was unpacking my suitcase into a spare drawer in the large dresser along one wall. She held up a pair of my plain white underwear and smiled, "Tighty whities, eh Felix? Let's get you something more comfortable today, yes?"

I shrugged, "Okay..."

"Ever worn a kilt?"

"A what?" I asked.

"A kilt. It's a skirt, of sorts, that men wear. Manly men. Ever seen the movie Braveheart?"

I shook my head.

"Well, Scottish and Irish men especially used to wear them, maybe still do, I don't know," Aunt Jamie told me. "I think they're sexy. We'll see about getting you one. An early Christmas present, eh?"

I shrugged, doubtful, "I don't want to wear a skirt, Aunt Jamie..."

"You'll see," she promised me, "you'll look great in a kilt. Plus," Aunt Jamie added, "Seeing you in one will make my purse all wet and sticky, and that's when it starts getting nice and smelly for you..."

I grinned. "I like it smelly..."

"Then we'll look for a kilt today." She watched me a moment. "Do you remember, when you were five, and you got that pair of panties out of my purse?"

How could I forget. "Yeah..."

She laughed. "Really made an impression on you, didn't it? You even put them on you. Had your tiny little balls in that smelly crotch. Was the funniest thing at first. But," Aunt Jamie said, sitting on the bed a moment, looking at me more seriously, "it also made me really horny. Know what horny means?"

"Uh, like, thinking about sex stuff?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Exactly. Wanting to do something sexual. After I saw you like that, I went and played with myself. Got off a couple of times over the years thinking about you. Think... uh... think you might be willing to do that for me... just once more? Put on a pair of my panties?"

I loved Aunt Jamie. I'd have done anything for her. "Sure."

The relief on her face was obvious, as was the excitement. "Oh, I'm so looking forward to that. I promise, you'll enjoy the pair I give you to wear for that... So much fun we'll have this week!"

"Can I help put those up?" I said, pointing at the half-unpacked bag of mine.

"Sure. Here, just stash them all in this drawer." She'd filled one up already and opened a second. I heard something role forward and bang lightly against the front. Aunt Jamie laughed. "Oh, right, forgot that was in here."

"What?" I asked.

"My dildo," She pulled out a light-brown plastic rod shaped somewhat like a penis. "Haven't used it in months. I'll put it on the nightstand. Maybe you might want to help me use it while you're here?"

I sorta understood it was used during sex, but I was too young to fully picture its usage. I nodded, regardless.

The rest of my clothes stashed, I grabbed a pair of jeans, underwear, socks, and shirt and had them on quickly. Aunt Jamie put on a heavy brown skirt which came down to her ankles along with a t-shirt and thick sweater. It was Chicago in December, after all. She sat in a chair near the bed to put on her socks and boots. When she lifted one leg up, she caught me staring up her skirt and smiled. Aunt Jamie spread her legs wide, leaned back, and pulled aside the panties she wore. "Starting a fresh pair for you, Felix. You turn me on so much I'm wet again just thinking of how much fun we're going to have." She twisted her fingers over her slit, then finished putting on her boots.

- - -

The search for food was easy. We went to the mall where I was happy to get a chicken sandwich and fries. Aunt Jamie got herself the same. Usually, back when she was staying with us, she ate little. I didn't know then that she had an eating disorder or that she was hooked on pain pills. It left her too-skinny all the time. She was still skinny, but I'd noticed when she was drying herself after the bath that she looked healthier. Her features were rounded just a touch, enough to not look quite so skeletal. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world regardless, but even then I recognized that Aunt Jamie was doing better for herself. She finished her sandwich and fries and even ordered us both a fruit smoothie.

The search for new underwear was a little more interesting. Aunt Jamie picked out a few pairs of silk boxers to try on. They felt really slick and smooth against my hairless dickie and balls. I liked them all. I think I stayed hard the whole time. When I went to try on the last few pairs, I heard Aunt Jamie tell the clerk, "I'm going to give my son a hand in there."

She'd lied so that she could come in the changing room with me. I thought that was cool, honestly. Inside, the door closed, Aunt Jamie giggled and smiled. "Okay," she whispered, "let's see you again."

I pulled down my pants and underwear, exposing myself once more. Aunt Jamie's fingers were soon on my penis, stroking it to hardness.

"Shhh..." she cautioned me, "must be very quiet."

Slowly, ever so slowly, Aunt Jamie stroked me, then she had me sit on the small bench built into the wall, spreading my legs. Her lips slid over my dickie quickly and she sucked, neither of us making a sound.

I felt so good, though I was very nervous that we might get caught. It kept me from even approaching an orgasm, but I wasn't complaining.

After only a minute or so, Aunt Jamie turned around, pulled up her skirt and slipped her panties down to hang off of one ankle. Carefully, she reached between her legs to grasp my pecker with her fingers, then I felt the heat of her purse slide down onto me. Her gasp was music to my ears as she sat in my lap, my wiener inside her wet pussy.

Very slowly, she ground herself on me and god, did it feel great. She grabbed my hands and put them over her breasts outside her sweater. I kneaded her mounds softly. Aunt Jamie leaned back and kissed my lips, then said, "Just a teaser." She slid off me, my dickie pulling out of her with a wet plopping noise. She righted her panties and skirt, and I pulled up my underwear and pants.

"What about trying these on?" I asked when she said we should leave.

She grinned, whispering "Those were just an excuse to come back here with you."

Aunt Jamie did buy me a few pairs of boxers I'd selected earlier and we headed elsewhere. Finding me a kilt took us into a neighborhood which looked a little run down. The Scottish shop was open, though, and quite busy with Christmas just a few days away. Inside, Aunt Jamie showed me the selection and despite my reservations, I rather enjoyed the kilts once I had them on. There were thinner ones which were little more than a wrap around my waist, and more industrial-strength ones made of thick materials and possessing a variety of pockets. I picked one of the latter, a dark green and light green plaid. It was Aunt Jamie's favorite of the four or five I'd tried on.

We had a meal at an Italian place, then headed home for the evening. My pecker had been half-hard ever since Aunt Jamie had risen off of me in the changing room. As soon as we were home, she asked me, "Want to finish what we started earlier?"

"Oh, yes!" I exclaimed, already ripping off my clothes.

Aunt Jamie grinned at me and said, "I'll be in with you in just a moment." She turned and went back towards the kitchen.

I jumped into her bed and flopped onto my back. I could smell Aunt Jamie's pussy odors on my dickie. They weren't strong or stinky, just a pure smell of her special place. It was light and delightful, though I admit it didn't turn me on nearly as much as when she was dirtier. No idea why, that's just how I was wired, apparently.

Aunt Jamie came in a moment later and smiled at me, "I see you're ready for me. So, I won't be needing these," she added as she started to quickly shed her clothing. It took no time for Aunt Jamie to crawl onto the bed and put her fingers around my wiener. "This sure is a special one, Felix. Real nice dick you've got here. Makes a girl really wet..."

She sucked me for a moment, and I groaned my pleasure, "Ohhh..." Aunt Jamie shifted and straddled my thighs, facing me, and my hands were on her boobies before she'd even started to squat down over me. I felt the heat of her purse press down the head of my pecker and sucked in my breath. God, I love being inside Aunt Jamie!

She moaned as she began to ride me. "Oh, Felix... Damn... It has gotten bigger... I noticed earlier, but... Mmmmm... I really feel it now. You're stretching me, Felix... Oh... Dammmmmn."

I thrust upwards into her, my penis beginning to swell. I was really horny, too. I didn't know I was so close, but Aunt Jamie was on top of me no more than thirty seconds before I started to strain and cum.

"Cum in me, Felix," Aunt Jamie breathed, "Cum in me..."

I felt myself burning in release, so pleasurable! Aunt Jamie slowed and stopped as I caught my breath, then she leaned down and kissed me passionately, my penis throbbing inside her pussy. She whispered seductively in my ear, "I want you to play with my purse again."

I grinned and she slid over onto her back, spreading her slender legs for me to crawl between. She was wet and sticky. Nothing like she'd been that morning, but she tasted a touch sweaty and musky scent filled my nose. I liked Aunt Jamie's pussy no matter what, and I was delighted to use my tongue on her hard little nub and thin slit. I remembered that she liked my fingers, too, so I slid two inside her pussy.

"Uhnnn... God, yes, Felix... Eat you aunt's pussy... Eat me, Felix."

My tongue was coated with her juices, her body writhing around me. My fingers plunged in and out of her squishy, messy hole, and I could feel her insides clenching my penetration. I was hooked on Aunt Jamie's body and I wanted to be no where else in the world as she started to orgasm. "Ohhhhh... yesssss... Felix.... eeeeat... myyyyy... puuuuurrrse! Uhnnn... Uhnn... Uh-uh-uh-uh-uhnnnnn...."

I lapped up the tart, creamy juices sliding from her opening and she convulsed in pleasure, jerking against my head. Her arms reached for me and pulled me to her side. Her lips met mine and we kissed deeply again. "I love you so much, Felix. So much. I'm so glad you're here..." Aunt Jamie hugged me to her as we kissed, and I felt so much love from her in that moment. I felt very special.

I was growing tired. It had been a long day. I'd only just arrived in Chicago and I had almost two more weeks to spend with Aunt Jamie. I looked forward to whatever we might do together, but as I yawned for the third time, I settled against her and cooed with my head on Aunt Jamie's small breast, the most happy boy in all the world.