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INTRO: Please feel free to archive on other sites,
provided my copyright and email are retained. As
always, comments are very welcome. This work is pure
fiction.

Aunt Julie
Copyright (c) 2005 by Jeremy Prichard
(jeremyp1972@yahoo.com)

Chapter 1

 When I was about 14 years old, my parents decided to
take a month long vacation to Europe. Much to my chagrin, 
they decided to leave the kids behind. My younger sister 
was farmed out to my grandma and grandpa, and I was sent 
to stay with my Aunt Julie who lived in Florida.
 "Maybe Auntie will take you to Disneyworld" my mom had 
said. This was some consolation, although, at the time I 
would rather have gone to Europe. In retrospect, I am 
glad that I didn't.
 Flying down to Florida was my first plane trip alone.
I was seated next to an large sweaty man who felt like he
was taking up half of my own seat as well as his own. 
Luckily it was not a long flight, and I was relieved when 
we touched down in Orlando. My aunt was waiting for me at 
the gate with my young cousins Tyler and Curtis. They were 
twins and were 7 years old at the time. My uncle, who was 
my mom's brother, was not with them. When my cousins saw me, 
they ran toward me whooping and yelling loudly. They wanted 
to carry my bags for me, and I gratefully accepted their 
offer.
 We walked toward my aunt. She had a big smile on her face. 
I had not seen her since I was about 12. She was wearing a
pair of jeans and a blue sleevless shirt which hugged her 
body tightly. My eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts.
 "Wow, my aunt has breasts", I thought. It was as though I 
had noticed them for the first time. I was sure that I had
remembered seeing them before, except that now they seemed 
a lot more interesting to me. If I remember correctly, aunt 
Julie at the time was about 32 years old. She had brown 
hair and brown eyes, and a big smile.
 When I was a few feet from her, I realized that I should 
probably look up at her face and not her breasts. She had 
her hair pinned up on top of her head. A few wisps of hair 
fell down around her pretty face.
 "Hi Chuckie!" she said in her sing song voice, and wrapped 
me in a big hug kissing me on the cheek. I felt my face grow
hot with embarrasment, or maybe it was just the feeling of a
woman wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. Someone who 
was not my mother.
 "Your uncle Mike is at work," she said as we walked to the 
car, "he will be home around 6. He is looking forward to
seeing you."
 "Can we stop at the In-and-out burger, mom?" asked one of the 
twins as we drove home.
 "Are you hungry, Chuck?" she asked
 "Sure" I was always hungry these days. At the burger joint, 
Aunt Julie had all the usual questions for me: How was school, 
how were my parents, etc. My eyes kept travelling down to the
mounds of her breasts. Her shirt, as I said, was blue. It was 
made from that ribbed stretchy fabric and had a high neck, 
almost like a turtle-neck, with no sleeves, that hugged her 
breasts.
 "This is going to be an interesting trip" I thought.

 Chapter 2

 That evening, when my uncle Mike got home, he was indeed happy 
to see me.
 "Chuck, you've grown!" he boomed as he punched me in the arm
playfully. We went out in their fenced back yard and played 
football. Even though it was evening, it was still light out 
and, as is typical of Florida, swelteringly hot. We played until 
aunt Julie called us in for dinner. I was seated next to her and 
found myself glancing at her body throughout the meal.
 A day or two later, after we had finished eating breakfast, I 
was playing video games with the twins. I came into the kitchen 
to get a drink of orange juice. Auntie was loading dishes into 
the dishwasher. She was wearing a white shirt which had quite a 
low neck. As she bent over to put a plate in the dishwasher, my 
eyes were rewarded with a fleeting glimpse down her shirt. She 
was wearing a black bra. I had never seen a black bra before. 
The wonder of it! And in that fleeting glimpse I saw the top of 
one of her pale breasts being gently cupped by the bra. I did
what any self respecting teenager would have done, I stood
there, sipped my orange juice and waited to see if I might get 
another glimpse. Auntie didn't disappoint me. Again she bent 
over and this time was bent over for a little longer. My eyes 
were glued.
 "How's it going, Chuckie?" she asked, looking up at me.
 "Uh. Fine." I said almost choking on the OJ. I quickly looked
away. "Just needed a drink." I looked back at her, and she was
standing up again. Just standing there looking at me. Did she
know? Had she seen me looking down her shirt? I quickly went 
back into the other room.
 The next time it happened, was the following day, after I had
been entertaining the twins with their action-man toys. We had
made quite a mess of the living room. Julie came in and told 
the twins to clean up.
 "Your father will be home in 15 minutes with Roger. I need 
this room cleaned up." Roger was my uncle's friend who came
over on alternate Wednesdays for a drink and a game of cards
(on the other Wednesdays they would go to Roger's house). 
Julie proceeded to help the twins pick up the mess. Today 
she was wearing a turquoise shirt which had a very loose 
low cut neck, and a white denim skirt. As she bent down I 
had a good glance down her shirt, and saw that today she 
was wearing a peach colored bra which seemed to reveal more 
of her breasts than the black one had. I tried to help clean 
up, but I was not doing much except trying to position myself 
to get a better look down her shirt.
 In a disconcerting manner, she would look up at me usually 
right when I was trying to look down her shirt. She had to
know! I vowed to stop doing it, and helped the twins in 
earnest to clean up their toys.
 When Roger arrived, she sat in the dining room with the 
men for a while. In the meantime, the twins and I watched 
TV. After some time, she must have gotten bored with the 
conversation and come into the living room with her glass 
of wine. We were sitting cross-legged on the floor. She 
sat down on a chair opposite me and slightly to my right. 
As we watched TV, I looked over at her every once in a 
while. She had her legs crossed, but at some point had
become careless and uncrossed them. When I looked up at 
her I saw a small triangular patch of blue panties. Wow!
 My school-friend George would have been proud of me. At 
school we made it our mission to see our female 
school-mates' panties. We would usually meet with 
success in the cafeteria. Our favorite target was Debbie 
who seemed to have quite a spectrum of colors in her 
panty drawer.
 What I was seeing now was something entirely different. 
A grown woman's panties. I couldn't stop looking. Every 
few seconds I would glance over to see that blue patch 
of panties. At first, auntie seemed oblivious, but I 
think she got wise at some point, because she quickly 
crossed her legs, and pushed her skirt down modestly.
 In retrospect, I think it was at this point that she
started realizing my total curiosity for her body. At 
first I thought it was my imagination when she started 
giving me more glimpses down her shirt. She seemed to 
always look at me and almost smirk as she did this. 
She would also wear skirts most of the time, and made
sure to give me a peek now and then, of her panties,
of which she had a variety of colors. Then there was 
her nightie...

Chapter 3

 Uncle Mike would leave for work early, and since I was
an early riser, I would eat breakfast with him before 
he left. Usually, Julie would come out about half an 
hour later, after her shower.
 One day, she was up earlier, and was still wearing her
"nightie". It consisted of an oversized t-shirt which 
ended well above her knees. I was sitting at my usual 
place at the bar in the kitchen.
 After she said goodbye to Mike, she entered the kitchen.
 "Would you like some cereal, Chuckie?"
 "Yes, please, ma'am". I was always polite with her.
 The twins were still sleeping as she got a bowl from the 
cupboard. My eyes were glued to her. Her bare legs were 
perfect in my opinion. The cereal box was in a high 
cupboard, and as she reached up to get it her shirt 
strayed upward until it was just below her buttocks. I 
could almost see her butt cheek! She placed the bowl in 
front of me, poured my cereal and stood opposite me in
the kitchen.
 "Are you having a good time here, Chuck?" she said after 
looking at me for a while.
 "Yes, ma'am" I said.
 "We'll go to Disneyworld on Thursday. Would you like that?" 
When she said the last, she bent over and put her elbows on 
the counter in front of me. Her nightie was very low cut, and fell
away from her chest. Revealing her bare breasts to me. At first I 
was in disbelief and thought 'This must be some illusion'. But as 
I sat there and gazed at them, I came to terms with the reality of 
the situation. My aunt was exposing her breasts to me. They were 
soft and perfect. About a C-cup size. This was my first view of a 
womans tits and I remember it to this day. Her nipples were a 
light pink color with slight protrusions on each. My eyes were 
glued to them.
 "Well, would you?" she said after a while. I looked up, 
blushing furiously and stammered.
 "Er. Yes." I said. I had forgotten the question. She smiled at 
me still bent over. I glanced down again at her boobs. Then she 
stood up and smiled at me, and went to get showered and dressed.
 That whole day I felt like I was floating. I kept debating with
myself as to whether she had given me the show on purpose. I
almost knew that she had, but then, I couldn't be absolutely sure.
She dressed rather modestly that day. I must admit that I 
masturbated that night as I lay in bed.
 The following morning I made sure I was up early in case the
events of the previous day may by some miracle be repeated. My
wishes came true, but in a different way.
 Auntie got me some cereal, but to my disappointment, didn't 
bend over as she had done the previous morning. Instead she went 
to sit at the kitchen table. She sat sideways on one of the 
chairs facing me, and picked up the newspaper. I had to turn 
sideways to see her. She had the newspaper up in front of her 
so all I could see were her legs which were closed. Her nightie 
was so short, however, that even with her legs closed I could 
see a small dark triangular patch. I wondered what color 
panties she was wearing, I couldn't tell.
 As I sat there, before my eyes, her legs started to part. 
What was this!? She was not wearing any panties! I could 
plainly see her neatly trimmed bush which was a dark brown 
color. As her legs parted further I saw her vertical slit. She 
seemed quite engrossed in reading the paper. I was engrossed 
in her crotch, and had stopped eating my cereal as I enjoyed 
this spectacle. Then she lifted one foot up and put it on the 
chair she was sitting on.
 My heart was pounding so hard, I was certain that she could 
hear it from where she was. I tried to calm myself down. With 
her leg up on the chair, her pussy lips were clearly visible.
 As I gazed disbelieving at what I was seeing, my cock was
straining to get out of my pajamas. At that moment, a bedroom 
door opened. One of the twins was emerging. Like lightning, 
Julie has her leg down and crossed.
 After that event, I think the pretense that these were just 
"accidental" slips was over. I knew that auntie was showing 
me her body on purpose. Why was she doing it, I wondered?
Obviously now, years later, I know that she was turned on by 
this young man gazing at her body. The knowledge that she was 
causing such a sexual stir for me was in fact causing her a 
great deal of arousal.
 That night I had my cock in my hand and masturbated twice to 
the mental image of my aunt's swollen pussy lips as she sat on 
the chair. At that age, I often wondered what it would be like 
to fuck. I imagined sliding my cock between those pussy lips. 
What would it feel like? I had no idea at the time, but I had 
an overwhelming urge to do it.

Chapter 4

 The next few days were spent bowling, visiting Disneyworld, 
and swimming at the neighborhood pool. My aunt looked so sexy 
in her single piece bathing suit, that I couldn't keep my eyes 
off her. I spent a lot more time in the sun than I should have,
and ended up with a terrible sun burn. Even the twins had known
better than to stay in the sun the whole time.
 I didn't realize I was so burned until that evening when I 
started getting chills and felt my skin burning up. Auntie 
rubbed some aloe vera gel on me. Her gentle touch did more than 
just relieve the sunburn. As I lay on the couch, with her hands
carressing my back, I felt my member growing erect.
 When she told me to turn over, I felt embarassed that it was
standing to attention through my shorts, and tried to cover it
with my hands. If she noticed, she made no indication that she had.
 The following morning I was up early as usual, and so was my aunt.
 "How's your sunburn?" asked Uncle Mike as he finished his cofee.
 "Still hurts" I said.
 "Julie, put some more lotion on this poor kid." He said as he
kissed his wife goodbye and stepped out the door.
 The twins were still sleeping as she instructed me to take off 
my pajama top and lie on the couch. I felt the cool aloe vera on 
my skin and her soft touch. Once again my cock started standing 
to attention. Her hands travelled down my back to the top of my
pajama pants. Then I felt her tugging at them.
 "Slide these down a bit, Chuck." she said. I slid them down 
slightly.
 "A bit more" she said, as she tugged them down. My whole butt 
was exposed, and I felt not a little bit embarrased. She spread 
some of the lotion on my butt cheeks, which were clearly not 
sunburned. I was not complaining however.
 "Ok. Your back's all done. Turn over" she said. I rolled over,
knowing that my erect cock was going to be fully exposed to her.
What would she think?
 She didn't give any verbal indication that she noticed my 
throbbing hardon. She spread the aloe gel on me in a clinical
fashion. Starting at my shoulders and working her way down to 
my belly. As she was rubbing it on my belly, she was getting
dangerously close to my cock which was fully erect, resting 
on my stomach. I felt so exposed, but at the same time, I
yearned for her to touch it.
 I felt her brush against it as she smeared the gel onto me. 
I tried to pretend I was relaxed, but I was sure that the 
pounding in my chest was giving me away. Again she brushed
against it. That simple touch felt so good. Even with those 
few touches I was on the brink of orgasm.
 Her ministrations were on the far side of my body (from her), 
and her wrist was touching the tip of my cock as she rubbed 
the lotion into me. Then she brought her hand back toward her
slowly, letting it drag against my cock. This took me over the 
edge, and I felt the contractive waves of orgasm as my member 
spewed gobs of semen onto my own belly.
 It was the first time that someone other than myself had 
brought me to this conclusion. Such sheer pleasure I had not
experienced before. I looked over at auntie with some anxiety. 
How would she react to this? She was staring openly at my 
penis. Her lips parted slightly, entranced. I closed my eyes 
in embarrasment.
 She stood up and got some paper towels from the kitchen, and
handed them to me, then left to take her shower without a word. 
I cleaned myself as best I could before slinking back to my 
room to recreate the event mentally and through masturbation.

Chapter 5

 It was clear to me that my relationship with my aunt had 
changed. She had seen me ejaculate, and in fact brought me to
that point. Deliberately. Or at least I thought so. From her
perspective, perhaps she had done nothing of the sort. She 
had simply been following her husbands instructions to "put 
some more lotion on this kid". If 'this kid' had ejaculated 
while she was doing that, then it was his own doing. But I 
believed there was more. Just the thought of her 
'deliberately' doing this caused my cock to twitch.
 Plus there was the exposure of her body to me. Surely that 
too was deliberate. I could picture her justifying it 
otherwise. Perhaps she thought "I'm in my own house dressed 
as I please. If this nephew of mine chooses to look at my 
private parts, then it is his own doing". I couldn't help 
but think that this line of thinking was just a cover up. 
An escape. She wanted to show me her body, to see how I 
reacted. She wanted to excite me. But she wanted to do it 
on her own terms. In such a way that it was not "deliberate".
 Her intentions, however, became clear to me that evening. 
Uncle Mike was over at Roger's house, since it was a
Wednesday, and it was Roger's turn to host. The twins had 
been put to bed (rather early, I thought), and I was 
watching TV. Julie came into the living room dressed in 
her t-shirt nightie. 
 "Let me put some more lotion on you, Chuck. You are still 
looking like a lobster" she said as she brought in the gel. 
I felt a rush of adrenaline. "Take off your top". I was 
still clothed, and dutifully removed my t-shirt. She 
proceeded to smear the sticky gel onto my back.
 Then, as she had that morning, she asked me to lower my 
pants. I complied, this time pulling them all the way down. 
She had seen more than my buttocks this morning, I was not
embarrassed. After rubbing some lotion on my lower back 
and buttocks, she asked me to turn over. I did, thus 
exposing my turgid cock to her. I looked up at her to see 
her glancing at my cock. If she was surprised, she gave no 
indication, and squirted more gel onto her hand.
 "Relax, Chuck. You look like you just saw a ghost." she 
said nonchalantly, "this stuff will make you better in no 
time. Close your eyes and relax." I closed my eyes, and 
felt her rubbing the lotion into my chest. Then I felt 
the couch shift, and felt her knee and inner thigh against 
my leg. She had climbed onto the couch and was straddling 
me. She moved up so that her knees were on either side of 
my torso. She squeezed more lotion from the bottle.
 "Relax, Chuck. This stuff works wonders." Her voice 
seemed somehow different. Perhaps a little forced. As 
she rubbed the lotion into my chest and shoulders, I 
felt her body contacting mine.
 She had lowered herself. I felt something pressing 
against my cock, and realized in an instant, that it was 
her swollen pussy. She had just sat down upon me.
 "Just relax.' she said, distantly, almost breathlessly. 
I felt some movement. She was sliding herself against my
cock. Nothing could compare with the sensation. Her 
vagina was obviously soaked with her lubricating fluids, 
as she slid freely against me. As she moved up and down, 
my cock was surrounded by her labia.
 Her breathing became heavier, and it became evident that 
she was only half-heartedly rubbing the lotion on me. I 
felt her hand on my member, manipulating it, pushing it 
up. And then I slid inside her! It was better than I 
expected. The warmth. The sensation of her womanhood 
completely surrounding my cock. She let out a small gasp 
as she rocked back and forth. The motion caused her 
swollen slick vagina to slide up and down my shaft.
 I could contain myself no longer, and ejaculated deep
inside her. From the time I entered her to the time I 
ejaculated couldn't have been more than a few seconds. 
She continued to slide back and forth frantically on 
my softening member. I opened my eyes to look at her. 
Her mouth was opened, but her eyes were closed.
 Her hand went down again to our union. I felt some
frantic motion down there, and realized that she was 
masturbating herself. My member was still inside her, 
although softening, when she orgasmed. A small cry 
came from her lips, followed by a few short whimpers. 
Her vaginal muscles clenched rhythmically around my
cock, and then she was still. I felt the full weight
of her as she lay down upon me. I was in heaven. 
Sheer bliss.
 Then she seemed to wake up to the reality of what she
had done. She picked herself up, and I felt myself 
sliding out of her, followed by dripping juices: my 
semen mixed with her own lubricants, dripping on me. 
She got off the couch and colapsed on the floor 
sobbing.
 "What have I done?" she wailed. "I'm so sorry, 
Chuckie"
 "It's ok, auntie" I said. "Why are you crying"
 "Oh, I can't believe this." She said "What have I...
Chuck, you can't tell ANYONE about this. Do you 
understand?!"
 "Oh, I won't, auntie. I promise. Why are you upset?"
 "Oh, if anyone finds out... If Mike finds out... Please 
don't tell anyone!"
 "Don't worry, auntie." I felt like comforting her, 
Telling her it was alright. Why was she so upset?
 "That was the best feeling I ever felt" I said, 
sincerely. She was still sobbing.
 "W- was it?" she asked, looking at me.
 "Oh yes." said I. She looked down at my cock which
was glazed with her own juices and my own semen. Then 
she reached over and touched it, put her hand around 
it. After some caressing, I felt a throbbing as my cock 
slowly stood to attention again.
 "I guess the situation can't get any worse" she said
in a resigned tone as she climbed up onto the couch 
again. This time, she held my cock perpendicular to 
my body as she impaled herself upon me.
 The warm exquistite feeling of her love canal would
have been enough to drive me over the edge, except that 
I had just ejaculated, and therefore was not fully 
recharged, so to speak.
 She slid up and down, slowly, rhythmically. She lay
down upon me, and pressed her breasts against me. And 
so we made love again. This time more slowly. Her 
warmth surrounding me, and her body covering my own.
 Small moans and gasps escaped her lips. Her movements
became more frantic and her moans louder. I felt her 
muscles contract around my cock as she orgasmed again. 
It was too much for me, and I did the same. This time 
with less force, but no less enjoyment. She lay down on 
me, panting. After some time, she kissed me on the
lips
 "Our little secret, Chuck" she said, before getting off 
the couch and going to bed.

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