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Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
On Aunty Deirdre's Instructions
By Melissa Story Code: g/f, f/M, f/m, g/b, Incest I can remember that night vividly. I'm sitting on the top step of our "L" shaped staircase. My cheeks are flushed and I am rocking to and fro, hugging my knees. I'm trying to make some sense of my mother and grandmother's screeching. My inclination is to rush down to the kitchen and hug my Aunty Deirdre who is the object of their tirade. Moments before, Gramma West had barged into our kitchen dragging Aunty Deirdre by the coat sleeve. She had pushed Deidre roughly towards our table and my Aunty had slumped herself into a chair, her head bowed as Gramma stood over her with her fists on her hips. "Jennifer, you will not believe what this one has done. I saw it and I don't believe it. I want to kill her. I'm at my wits end. You have to take her. At least for a time. I'll murder the little slut if I set eyes her... I'll kill you... you little whore." "Missy," my mom addressed me rather than responding to her mother's outburst. "You get up into your room. And, close the door. Do you hear me?" I would generally have grumbled about being excluded but I was too frightened by the strange behaviour of my grandmother and my beloved fourteen year old aunty. Impulsively I hugged and kissed Aunty Deirdre as I passed her chair, then ran upstairs, my eyes welling up. I opened and slammed my bedroom door but stood frozen in the hallway rather than entering my room. I quietly assumed my position on the top stair. I just had to hear what was going on. Even as I was climbing the stairs Gramma had begun her railing. "You have no Idea Jennifer, what this little pervert has put me through. But, today... today was the final straw. She's been at it for years, since she was Missy's age, maybe younger...who knows. Tommy Baxter, Chris Walsh, her cousin Stephen, Mr. Holland... Mr. Holland for Christ's sake....a long string of others. And these are just the ones I found out about. God only knows how many others she's.... I'm afraid to guess." I then heard a loud slap. I stood abruptly but held myself from dashing down to help Deirdre. I have no idea what I thought a skinny eight year old girl might do. Instead, I sat back down rocking, whimpering and listening. "Mom, you'll have to slow down... I have no idea what you're going on about." I heard my mother's plea. "Tommy Baxter was first, the first I heard about. Tommy's mother accused her, this one, of interfering with little Tommy. She was six and he was only four. Mrs. Baxter caught her pulling on Tommy's little wiener. He stood with his shorts down and was holding his shirt up when the mother broke into the room. She was fondling him, Jennifer; a four year old boy. She was meant to be minding him but she was stretching and yanking his tiny dicky. She had run off home but when Mrs. Baxter questioned Tommy she found that Deirdre had been playing with his willy for ages, examining it, kissing it, sucking on it, making him pull on it for her entertainment. Your father and I were shocked but chalked it up to curiosity. She had no brothers and your dad was very careful around her; so, perhaps this was just a child experimenting. We grounded her for a week and cut off her TV privileges; we gave her talk after talk about inappropriate behaviour and responsibility. Then, not one month later, I was called to the school to learn that she and Chris Walsh were found naked in the boiler room, having a right gay old time together. Sister Eugenia was scandalized and suspended both of them. Your dad and I were outraged and daddy spanked her bottom soundly. We imposed all sorts of restrictions on the little whore. Still, the incidents did not stop. They increased if anything. We kept it all from you Jennifer. You were so much older and in college when it began... and we were ashamed... shamed by this little harlot." "Jesus mom, are you blowing all this out of proportion here? You know lots of kids are fascinated with sex. Missy has been touching herself forever. She was masturbating while still in diapers." I froze and turned crimson with shame. I had tried to be so secretive about touching myself down there. "No, no Jennifer. It's way beyond that believe me. We have been kidding ourselves about Deirdre and what she is for years. But now, after today. Well, I don't know what to do. She has caused us one shame after another. She's been escorted home from the park by the police. Apparently, she started setting up shop in the men's washroom, down by the creek and got her jollies on with all the tramps and hobos who lined up to spend time with her. The officer informed us that the other kids told him that she visited the washrooms daily on her way home from school. This was when she was eleven... eleven years old. Her cousin Stephen confessed to my sister that he and Deirdre have been regularly playing doctor since they were five. She can't be trusted anywhere. I swear to God that she is obsessed, maybe even possessed. I don't know. I can't think of them all right now but. There has been incident after incident with her. Every time the phone rings, I'm sure she's been caught with another prick in her hands. Then tonight... tonight I came home early from the store and there's Deirdre, on her knees, with her daddy's thingy in her mouth, slurping and moaning like a starving infant on a teat. Sucking her own father's cock. Your father's cock, Jennifer. Incest. Just then my mother peeked her head around the corner and caught me sitting on the top step. "What do you think you are doing, young lady? Get into your room and I'll deal with you later. Don't you dare let me catch you out of that door again!" I was so shaken and traumatized by what I had heard that I did stay in my room, my blankets pulled over my head. There was muffled screaming from both Gramma and my mom. It seemed to last for hours. It only stopped when Dad and my brother David came home from baseball practice. For perhaps ten minutes after they arrived, I heard nothing but rolling conversational voices. Then, I heard footsteps racing up the stairs before Aunty Deirdre opened my bedroom door. She slammed it shut. Then, leaned her back against it, resolved to keep out the entire world. She was as gorgeous as ever even with her tear stained crimson cheeks, perhaps even more so. Her budding chest heaved with anger. I worshiped my Aunty Deirdre with her copper coloured hair and penetrating hazel eyes. I threw open a triangle of sheets and blankets as a welcome for her to enter my bed. She darted over to me and slid into the covers. Her hand slid under my waist and she pulled me close to her as if I were her teddy bear. She cried softly and I felt her developing breasts and flat tummy warm against my body. Empathy had me crying along with her and we caressed each other's hair or cheeks: each wrapped in our own thoughts. Eventually, Deirdre's hand slid down her body and she gently cupped her noonie. I understood her need for that kind of comfort, since I rubbed and squeezed myself to sleep every night. And, whenever I was upset I soothed myself in the same way. Quite naturally, I reached for my own bun and the pair of us hugged each other and masturbated until we fell asleep. I could feel what she was doing and tried to match and imitate her movements. The only words that passed between us were Deirdre mumbling, "I'm sleeping with you for a while Missy." My response was simple, "Good." We never even mentioned the ordeal in the kitchen. Deirdre never left our family nor my bedroom after that night. She eventually got a bed of her own but we continued to sleep together in either of the beds until she left for university. For those first few nights it was our custom to roll into each other and masturbate ourselves to sleep. I looked forward to those intimate moments all day long. Just me and my Aunty Deirdre in the dark, each playing with her own noonie and rocking our hips together. Then one night, about two weeks later, Deirdre turned her hand around, slid it between my own hand and my bun and began rubbing me. As naturally as breathing, I reached for her puffy, moist privates. Again we said nothing about it but it was our practice from then on to snuggle then soothe each other, fingering, squeezing, changing speed, pressure and touch to match each other's body language. One night Deirdre broke our silent ritual. "I love cocks, Missy. I can't get enough of them." She heard me breathe faster and felt me roll my hips. Her hands worked faster on my secret spot. "I want to see as many cocks as I can in my life. See them. Touch them. Suck on them. I love to examine them, memorize them, study them, every inch, every bump, every vein." "Me too." I whispered. Deirdre laughed "and, how many cocks have you seen Missy?" "Well, my daddy's when he gets in and out of the shower. Not so much lately but I used to see it all the time. And, my brother David's, when we still had baths together. Do they count?" "They sure do, Sweety. Every cock that you see counts. Have you ever seen a different boy's cock someone outside the family?" "Well Jimmy Ferrell said he'd show me his if I showed him mine... this one time. And we both pulled down our pants and just stood and looked at each other. Then his mom called him in for supper. That's about it." "I never care if they want to see my cunt, Missy. They can stare at it or touch it all they want. I could care less. As long as I get to explore their cocks." "Say cock Missy, not dicky or thingy. It's a sex word and I like saying it. Just saying cock and cunt gets me all excited. Say cock and cunt Missy. Say it now." She took my hand by the wrist and pressed it hard against herself, moving it rapidly. "Cock... Cunt...Jimmy's cock... my cunt." "There are two boys in my class that show me their cocks all the time. They like it and I love it. Sometimes I play with them one at a time but the best times are when the three of us are together." I was breathing heavily and loved to hear her talk about dirty things. To this day, nothing gives me the heady sexual rush as talk when I'm fucking or being fingered. "They'll spread my cunt lips open and talk about it or stick their fingers in it. But, I get to study two hard cocks. I examine their big red nobbly cock heads. I like to squeeze the knob so that its eye opens up and I can stare at it. Mr. Holland used to let me stick things inside his big fat cock, not just my tongue and my finger but all sorts of things. He used to like me to hurt his cock and taught me all kinds of things about cocks and balls. He was just the best neighbour ever... until Mrs. Holland caught us in the garage. He used to let his spaniel Jiggers lick his cock till he came and Jiggers would just lap it all up. I thought that was very naughty and Mr. Holland said that yes it was, naughty and nasty and perverted and unnatural and that's what makes things sexy. I think he was right about that, Missy. Really naughty things are the most exciting. You'll see. Well, the day his wife caught us I was holding and stroking Mr. Holland's cock while Jiggers was licking the head. Mrs. Holland screamed and dropped her groceries in her arms. Later, she gave my mother all the gruesome details. Soon after that the Holland's moved away. I would have gone with him if I could. He used to let me do anything to his big bumpy cock and his wrinkled bag. He was really, really filthy and nasty. He would let me look at his cock and balls when he was all soft from cumming. I could see how his cock rested on his bag when he sat down or how it swayed when he walked. He let me really study his cock while he wanked it till he came all over his hand. All the stuff that I am fascinated about he showed me. I've seen lots of grown men's cocks since then but none of them were as horny as Mr. Holland or wanted me to squeeze their balls like he did, or asked me to put pieces of soap down his cock hole or spices from the kitchen. He would let me bite it and pull on it really hard, like I was going to pull his cock right off. He even let me pin clothes pegs to his cock and balls. He let me slap it all the time. We played such wonderful games together. I have lots of pictures of Mr. Holland's cock beneath a loose brick in our garden wall. I'll show you one day. If I close my eyes now I can see it all, hard and knotted bending upwards and to the right. I love Mr. Holland's cock Missy. He loved showing it to me and showing me what it could do like bounce in excitement when I opened my little cunt for him. Stuff like that. Stuff I needed to know." I felt Deirdre start to convulse and twitch really hard. She bit her wrist so that she would not scream as she came long and hard talking about Mr. Holland. We now included the retelling of one of Deirdre's experiences in our night time ritual. I found that I was cumming much more powerfully and was more demanding of Deirdre's hand movements. My filth vocabulary rapidly expanded with Deirdre encouraging me. I also found that in my daily routines I would find myself staring at the crotches of the men and boys around me. My teacher, Mr. Williams, the grocery store man, the boys in my class. I began to wonder what their cocks looked like as they walked and sat. I wanted to see them hard and pointy. Deirdre says some of them point to the ceiling and some straight ahead; that some of them had skin around the head that covered their knobs and others had the skin cut back; some of them were straight and some of them bendy; some of them got stiff right away and some were floppy for the longest time and you had to suck them stiff. Deirdre's comments and observations played through my head all day and often made me squirm in my seat at school or on the bus. One night, Deirdre, stopped in the middle of telling me about the school janitor's cock. Mr. Jalby was still the janitor at St. Michael's so I was interested in her story. After Sister Eugenia had caught her and Chris in the boiler room and her suspension was over, she was emptying the class waste basket into the large bin. When she was surprised by Mr. Jalby's voice. "So, it's the girl who likes to take her clothes off, come down here to visit. Is it?" Deirdre could tell by his look that he wanted to see her cunt. She had responded by reaching out her hand and touching his cock, a gesture which had proved invaluable in her explorations. She was describing how he wanted her to kiss and lick his wide, bouncing cock which was sticking out of his overalls when she stopped and stared at me. "What was Jimmy Farrell's cock like?" she asked intently. I tried to describe it as best I could but I had only had a quick inexperienced peek. Deirdre listened politely then became a little more serious. "I want you to tell me about your brother David's cock, every detail, everything you can remember... and I especially want to hear about your Daddy's cock. Is it big and hairy?" "Um hmm." I replied in the affirmative. "Draw on my belly where the hair comes up to." I did so. "When you were in the shower with him, when you were younger, was his thick daddy cock up to your eye level?" "Yes," about there. "Did you ever brush against it as you were soaping up or rinsing off?" "Sometimes, I think. I never thought about it." "If you wanted to could you just have stuck your tongue out to lick it, or to give it a little kiss." "I suppose, yeah." That is when Deirdre had another thunderous orgasm. She made me cum too and as we lay there she began to plot. "I'm going to get David to show us his cock. I know that will be easy by the way he looks at me. He is going to be the first one of our special cocks... cocks that we enjoy together. I can teach you all about cocks with David. Especially if he can shoot a load. But we have to think of a way to control him. I have to be really careful after my mother's tattling. We'll think of a way to force him to do whatever we want. Your assignment it to get some more looks at your daddy's cock so that you can tell me all about it. Maybe, in time we can get control of your daddy as well. We've really gotta watch out for your mommy. My sister is a smart one and will be hard to fool. When I was smaller I used to watch my dad shave after he showered. I'd sit on the toilet and yack about everything under the sun. He would shave naked and let the red light dry him off. I had stopped doing this for some unspoken reason, but for the next two days I took it up again. Dad looked shocked to see me stroll into their en suite. He looked confused at first but then relaxed and shaved himself as I asked about his hobby car and told him about school. The base of his cock and half the shaft was visible above the sink. I kept shifting my gaze from the floor and back to Daddy's cock. Then, when he stood back to assess his handiwork. I studied the full length of his hanging cock and his hefty balls. I had much to report to Deirdre that night and was rewarded by having Deirdre lick my cunt for the first time. The next day, I think he caught me staring as I got more brazen. And, to my surprise, I found his bathroom door locked, when I tried two days later. Deirdre assured me that she had settled on a plan to ensnare my brother David.... END OF CHAPTER ONE Click strokers.place@gmail.com if you would like to comment on this, or any other story by Melissa. |