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 Title: Katy's Boobs - Chapter 3
Summary: Will Tom's aunt discover the truth about him and Katy?
Keywords: mf,inc,fict,
   "Why did I find a pair of your boxers in Katy's room this morning?"
   The words reverberated gently off the walls of the bathroom.  Although
the woman who'd uttered them was standing right in front of me, her voice
sounded distant, as if through a tunnel, because the blood was racing from
my rapidly beating heart and into my ears.
   I could only stare at her.
   The woman who'd spoken those words was Ellen, who up until this morning
had been my modest, kind, church-going aunt.  But all that had changed
because I had just fucked her on the counter of the bathroom, where a small
mixture of our genital fluids still pooled.  We were both still naked, my
lovely Aunt Ellen, an athletic and surprisingly attractive woman in her
early-forties, and me, Tom Lenovo, her lithe and horny 18-year-old nephew.
Aunt Ellen had just finished squatting on the toilet, trying to purge as
much of my semen out of her vagina as possible; the dull throbbing of my
penis, finally flaccid again, reminded me that I had just given her a
particularly huge, unprotected load.
   We had hugged after, and we had caressed quite intimately.  I'd even
told her I loved her.  It was a strange, illogical sensation, but I'd meant
it.  She'd told me she loved me too, but despite the fact that we'd just
engaged in a most incestuous act, I sensed that those words used by her had
been more affectionate, still the doting and generous aunt.
   "Tom?"
   I blinked.  She was expecting an answer.  I studied her face, which was
still flushed and coated with tiny beads of sweat from the powerful orgasms
I'd given her less than five minutes ago.  Interestingly enough, she didn't
appear angry or accusatory.  The fact that she'd decided to wait until
AFTER we'd fucked was also telling.  Nevertheless, I needed more time to
think, so I said the only quick response I could muster.
   "Boxers?"
   "Yes.  Your underwear.  I found them in Katy's bedroom this morning."
Her tone was even, simply informing me.  As if she was saying, "I put your
socks in the drawer for you."
   But again I played dumb: "My underwear?" I think I even managed a
puzzled look, desperately hoping it was masking the true feeling of horror
and fear of having been found out about what I had done to my 18-year-old
cousin last night.  Here I had been worried that Katy would somehow realize
that the second cock that had been inside her last night had been me and
not her brother, but instead my naked aunt was the one bringing this
incestuous tryst into light.
   Or was she?
   Because shortly after I'd made my last response and put on the puzzled
face, Aunt Ellen seemed to mirror it.  She furrowed her brow slightly and
studied my face.  She said, "You mean, that wasn't your underwear, Tom?"
   I didn't think I could pull off the actual word "no" and effectively lie
out loud, so I continued to look very puzzled indeed, then managed to shake
my head slightly.
   Aunt Ellen's eyes went wide at that point.  "Oh my!" She looked down,
thinking hard about something.  Despite her suddenly serious thought
processes, I caught her gaze stop on my penis right as a random drip of
freshly post-climactic semen fell from the tip to the floor.  I don't know
if she was aware of it, but when the drop hit the floor, she licked her
lips.  Then she looked up at me and said, "Oh, Tom, I think something
terrible is happening."
   I knew she wasn't talking about what we had just done; in fact, it
seemed like the whole matter of nephew and aunt fucking each other was
already behind her, though we were still standing nude in the bathroom. 
But I wasn't quite sure exactly what the "terrible" thing was she thought
was happening.
   "What's wrong, Aunt Ellen?" I asked stupidly.
   She took a step closer to me and placed her hand lightly on my chest. 
She leaned close to me, and when she spoke, it was in a whisper, though we
were alone in the house.  "I think...I think Jack might be...doing
something with Katy."
   "Doing something?"
   She nodded.  "I think...well, those must have been Jack's boxers if they
weren't yours."
   Suddenly I realized where her thinking had detoured.  In response to
Aunt Ellen's original question about the boxers (which were, in fact, mine)
I had issued the most childish of responses to an authority figure catching
a child dead-to-rights.  My aunt had asked why my boxers were in Katy's
room, I had given a stupid reply, but despite million-to-one odds, my aunt
immediately accepted that they were NOT my boxers.  It was about the same
level of cleverness as asking a five-year-old why he took a cookie from the
jar only to hear the kid ask "what cookie" though the crumbs were on his
mouth, hands and shirt.
   But it was working!
   Perhaps I had fucked her so hard she was still dizzy and clouded.  But
as long as I was about to get off scott-free, I was happy to ride it out.
Here were the facts, twisted as they were: Jack was my 20-year-old cousin,
Aunt Ellen's son and thus Katy's brother.  Though the boxers were mine,
clear evidence that I had indeed engaged in sexual misconduct with my own
blood-related cousin, it was also true that Jack had fucked his own sister,
and he had been fucking his own sister LONG before I'd gotten my turn.
   I know, my good friend, that it sounds surreal.  I know it sounds quite
bazaar to worry about my aunt discovering that I had slept with her
daughter when I'd just fucked HER, but there you go.  That strange feeling
of love and connection was still welling up inside my heart, and so soon
into what I had hoped could be at least a somewhat developed relationship
with my aunt, I just couldn't bear the thought of her thinking of me as
just some walking erection happy to stick myself into whatever vagina was
available, whether related by blood or not.
   Since I was on a roll with the guise of playing the total dummy, I
asked, "Why would Jack's underwear be in Katy's room?"
   Aunt Ellen looked up at me.  "I think they may be doing something...with
each other."
   "You sure he didn't just drop them there somehow, perhaps when he was
taking a load of laundry down the hall?  Or maybe they got mixed in with
Katy's laundry somehow."
   She frowned.  "I don't know...." Her voice trailed off, lost in thought
again, and she seemed to stare through my shoulder.  My last remarks were
finally a little more clever.  I mean, it certainly made more sense--seemed
more likely--that the boxers had found their way into Katy's rooms by means
much more innocent than an incestuous encounter.
   After a few moments, my aunt broke her reverie and allowed her eyes to
travel downward again, along my chest, my abs and finally to my crotch. 
Staring at it, she said, "We should take a shower."
   While I digested that sudden change in subject, she turned from me and
crossed to the shower, reaching in to turn on the water.  When she did, I
got my first truly unobstructed and up-close view of her ass.  As I could
tell when I'd last seen it covered in modest panties, it certainly wasn't
the tightest of asses, but it was shaped in a wonderfully round and fleshy
way, flaring out nicely but not too much at the hips.  Her creamy skin was
very smooth, and though I knew the flesh of her ass to be soft, it was not
flabby, and there was no cellulite that I could see.  I was realizing more
and more that for an older woman Aunt Ellen was in excellent shape.  My
cock realized it too, and it gave a twitch despite having ejaculated less
than ten minutes ago.
   With the hot water blasting into the shower for the second time in
twenty minutes, she turned to face me.  "Oh, Tommy." She was reacting to
the fact that I was growing hard again, my penis now at about half-mast. 
She said, "Listen, sweetie, we really do need to just take a shower and get
cleaned up.  I'll need to get down to the drug store as soon as possible
for a morning-after pill."
   I stepped forward, moving close to her.
   She put her hand on my chest again and said, "Tommy, you need to know we
can't be lovers.  We did what we did, it felt really good, and now you know
what it's like to be with me, so I don't really mind you seeing me naked
now.  But if you can't control yourself, I'll have to go use the other
shower down the hall."
   "I'll be good, I promise."
   "Sweetie, you're completely hard now."
   I blushed.  "I'm sorry.  It's just reflexes.  I'll behave."
   "Okay, just try not to poke me in the back with that big thing."
   We both chuckled, amazingly comfortable with each other now, and we
stepped into the shower.  My cock was now throbbing at its proximity to the
pussy it had just fucked yet could not fuck again.  But above all things I
respected my dear aunt.  If I could still be here in the shower with her
and see her naked body a little while longer, then it was worth the case of
blue-balls later on.
   For several minutes, we managed to behave nicely.  We took turns
standing under the water and passing the soap and shampoo back and forth.
Once or twice the head of my penis grazed her side or tummy, but I begged
pardon and she gave it, as civil as if I'd brushed against her on a crowded
bus.  It was during this cleansing process that Aunt Ellen suddenly picked
up right where she'd left off about Jack and Katy.
   "No, I think there's something going on between them, Tom.  I've seen
other signs.  The boxers just prove it further."
   It was a tremendous relief for me to know my aunt's theory was still
that I was not the one fucking Katy, Jack was.  Ironically, even though I
had indeed banged my cousin last night, it was only the one time, and I
knew that she and her brother were long established secret lovers.  So I
was honestly curious to hear about other "signs" my aunt was seeing, and I
asked what they were.
   "There have been nights," she said, "when I heard movement in the
hallway, at strange hours.  I thought at first Jack was just getting up to
use the bathroom, but the sounds didn't seem to make sense." She turned and
rinsed shampoo from her long dark hair as she spoke, and my eyes went
straight to her enormous breasts as water poured down them.
   Her nipples were hard.
   She went on, "I mean, I would hear him out there at, say, two in the
morning, but either he was getting up for the bathroom again just thirty
minutes later, or he had gone somewhere in the house and not returned for a
half-hour."
   She caught me staring at her breasts, and she smiled.
   I asked, "Maybe he was making a sandwich."
   "No, I know he wasn't.  One time I checked the fridge and pantry to see
signs of him rummaging for food.  No signs of that.  Plus, that would mean
several midnight snacks a week, and Jack can't possibly be that hungry
every night.  Could you hand me the conditioner, darling?  Oooh, you poked
me again."
   "Sorry."
   "That's okay, sweetie." When I backed up a bit, she looked down at my
erection.  She licked her lips again absently before continuing: "Anyway,
Jack's got a small TV in his room, so I don't think he was watching it in
the living room."
   As I lathered up my body with soap, I had to resist the urge to stroke
myself a little, just to relieve some pressure.  Being this close to my
aunt in the shower and not being able to do anything about it was proving
to be more difficult than I'd imagined.
   Trying to maintain composure, I swallowed a couple of times and said,
"So, you're saying that Jack and Katy are involved...physically?" Wiping
water from her eyes, my aunt nodded.  I did my best to look amazed and
surprised and said, "That's incredible."
   "I know," she replied quietly, hard to hear over the sound of the water.
   Still, I thought, weren't we the pots calling the kettles black?
   She seemed to read my expression and shook her head.  "I know...I know,
it's completely hypocritical for me to have a problem with my two children
having sex with each other when you and I are...well, we did what we did
and we're here now in the shower together.  It's just...I mean, I've heard
of somewhat close relatives having relationships, even getting married, but
never any closer than cousins." She reached up and caressed my face.  "You
and I aren't cousins...but more or less on the same level as aunt and
nephew."
   She took her hand away and looked down.  Yes, my raging erection was
still pointing at her, but she really seemed to be looking at her feet this
time, and she continued, "The truth is, Tommy, I'm more bothered by the
fact that I...I cheated on my husband than the fact that you are my
nephew." She looked up again, her eyes somewhat pleading now.  "But they
are siblings, Tommy, siblings!  That's just...it's just too close."
   At this, she started to cry a little.  Instinctively I stepped forward
to give her a comforting embrace, but my hard penis poked into her belly
and slid up between us as I went for the hug.  I stopped with my arms
halfway around her and leaned back, apologizing through gritted teeth
because it had felt so fucking GOOD to press against her naked form again.
   But my aunt suddenly pulled me toward her tightly, once again pressing
my cock between our wet and naked bodies.  She cried into my shoulder,
"It's okay, Tommy, just please hold me, baby.  Please hold me.  I have to
deal with this somehow, and I'm happy I can open up to you about this. 
Jerry would NEVER...oh God, he would freak out!"
   I returned her hug tightly.  I felt slightly guilty about the fact that
I was experiencing such pleasure with my sexually aroused body pressing
against my crying (but naked) aunt.  I also loved her a great deal, and as
good as this felt physically I felt equally compassionate about her dismay
over what she believed her children to be doing with each other.  It made
me start to wonder what she would have thought had she been made to believe
that it was me and only me sleeping with her daughter.  I thought back to
when she'd first asked me about the boxers, not thirty minutes ago.  I had
been horrified at the question, but I also remembered that she'd asked
about it rather calmly.  It wasn't until she'd begun to think they were
actually Jack's boxers that she'd started to get upset.  And just a few
minutes ago, she clearly expressed a surprising casualness and even open
acceptance of the possibility of relatives becoming intimate, so long as
they weren't actual brother and sister.
   I suddenly thought, My God, would Aunt Ellen actually have been okay
with me, her nephew, having a relationship with her daughter, my cousin? 
For all I knew Katy didn't have the slightest romantic feelings for me
whatsoever, but still, any possibility of such a thing would've had the
blessing of my aunt!  I had just thrown Jack under the bus to save my own
skin only to have it backfire with my aunt freaking out over her children
being lovers?  How the hell was I going to fix this?
   In this moment of turmoil, my thoughts were distracted again by physical
feeling, because my aunt had slowly started moving her hands from the small
of my back to the top of my ass.  She was beginning to caress me as a lover
again, not an upset woman.  Her crying had stopped, or at least slowed to
some quiet whimpering, and she did not shy away from my mirroring her hand
movements by sliding my own down to the globes of her wonderful rear.
   For several minutes, we caressed and moved against each other.  As the
warm steamy water cascaded down on us, I planted light kisses along her
neck and shoulders.  She being much shorter than me planted her own light
kisses on my chest and neck.  We spoke no words, and to my purely selfish
delight I suddenly felt one of my aunt's hands move around to my front,
where her slender fingers found and gently gripped the shaft of my penis.
   "My poor little boy," she said at last, starting to stroke me lightly.
   I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, and with my last ounce of willpower I
croaked out, "Aunt...Aunt Ellen...you don't have to...don't have to do
this."
   As I got these words out, I actually felt her hand let go of my cock. 
Dammit!  But it was only so she could reach up to my chin and gently angle
my head down.  I opened my eyes and saw her starting up at me.
   She said, "I know, baby.  But I want to now.  You have been such a sweet
gentleman, so patient with me.  I love you so much, and if this is to be
our one little secret morning of passion together, let's allow it to last
just a little longer."
   My response to this was to lower my head and kiss my aunt very deeply
and hungrily for the next several minutes.  She returned my kiss
aggressively.  Our tongues intertwined and explored one another.  We hadn't
really kissed much during our first hurried round of all-out fucking.  This
time we were going to make love, right here in this shower, and to that end
we made out with all the patience in the world, allowing time to come to a
stand-still within the confines of this shower stall.
   My aunt had moved her hand back down to my cock, and she resumed her
gentle stroking, causing just enough stimulation to bring me to a plateau
of exquisite bliss.  For my part, I moved me hands all around her,
caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass, her breasts again.  I hefted
them, molded them, and squeezed her nipples, drawing a quick and
pleasurable intake of breath from her.  Wanting to continue my exploration
of these wonderful mounds, I broke my kiss and lowered myself further so I
could get my mouth on them.  Aunt Ellen threw her head back and allowed a
long, low moan to escape from her lips as I licked and nibbled one of her
nipples.
   "Oh, Tommy," she said, "I am so...SO sensitive there...my God, baby,
please don't stop!"
   Encouraged, I moved to the other nipple and went to work.  It was
wonderful to feel the water splash all over us, pouring down our bodies, as
I devoured each of her breasts in intervals.  While I chewed on one nipple,
to the sound of my aunt grunting, "Harder, harder, baby," I squeezed the
other breast with one hand.  With the other I went down to her crotch and
began sawing my fingers back and forth along the lips of her vagina,
extracting even more groans from my new lover.
   Within minutes, and with two of my fingers now firmly buried inside her
pussy and my teeth clamping down on her vulnerable nipple, I brought my
wonderful aunt to a shockingly powerful orgasm.  I felt her vaginal walls
clamp down on my fingers, quivering internally as they did so, and her
entire body began to shake with violent spasms of orgasmic energy.
   "Oh Jesus, Tommy!  Jesus, oh YES!"
   I didn't know what surprised me more, how powerful my aunt's orgasm was,
or how long it lasted.  It got to the point that she could barely continue
standing, and she allowed her weight to settle somewhat on my arm and hand
that was inserted halfway into her pussy.  With my other hand I let go of
her breast and got a grip around her waist, helping to steady her.  She
reached her hands out to either side of the shower stall and finally
started to come down from her orgasm.  She took several deep breaths and
thanked me repeatedly in a soft cooing tone I couldn't quite hear above the
spray of the shower.
   Although I was willing to stimulate her by hand a little longer, my aunt
straightened up a little and gently coaxed my fingers from her pussy. 
Staring right into her eyes, I put these pussy-soaked fingers directly into
my mouth and sucked, letting her know that I could stimulate her with much
more than just my fingers.
   Reading my mind, Aunt Ellen smiled and said, "That would be very nice,
my sweet boy, but there's something I want inside me even more.  But first
let's make sure it's completely ready to go into me."
   I could only stand there with my mouth hanging open and my eyes rolled
back like a drunken fool as my aunt slowly worked her way down my body,
tracing her tongue along my chest, down across my flat stomach and closer,
oh so wonderfully closer, to the thing she wanted inside her even more. 
Her first tentative lick up the underside of my cock felt like an electric
shock, and I suddenly went up on tip-to, grunting loudly.  The next lick
was right along the base of the head, the most sensitive part of my cock,
and the fact that I didn't cum right there surprised even me.  But with her
hands now caressing my balls and the base of my cock, my aunt seemed to be
much more in tune with the twitching and clenching of my muscles down
there, and she was being very careful to make it last as long as humanly
possible, just as she wanted.
   After a few more teasing licks and kisses, she finally engulfed my penis
into her mouth, sucking it in about halfway and allowing her tongue lather
it up within.  I looked down at her as the shower blasted onto her hair and
shoulders.  When her bobbing head moved back, the water would hit my belly
and pour down my body, keeping me warm and stimulated to the highest
degree.
   In the midst of this incredible and incestuous blowjob, I found myself
at a crossroads.  I was getting very close to cumming.  I wanted to cum
very, very badly.  I also wanted it to last as long as possible.  But above
all, I wanted to be inside my aunt again.  I wanted my cock to fill her
pussy one more time, perhaps for the last time.  A few minutes ago, it
seemed like she'd been about to allow me this pleasure.  But she was now
really getting into sucking my cock.  Was she hoping that I would just cum
now, to get it out of my system, so we could finally end our little affair
and move on with life?
   Not quite.
   Aunt Ellen took her mouth from my cock.  She stood but still gripped the
shaft lovingly.  I smiled at her as she moved her jaw up and down,
massaging her cheeks with her free hand.  "I can't believe how big you are,
Tommy.  I'm sorry I couldn't do that better."
   "Oh, Aunt Ellen, it was wonderful!  You are amazing!"
   She smiled and actually blushed a little.  "Oh, please...I just haven't
done that in a while.  Jerry and I just aren't very...active these days."
   "That is his loss!"
   She shrugged, causing her breasts to jiggle nicely.  "Guess so, but
let's keep this about us for now, remember?" She let go of my shaft and it
wobbled stiffly in the air.  I don't think I had ever been more engorged
than this, even when I was fucking my beautiful young cousin, Katy.  But
all further thought of Katy vanished right along with those of Jerry when
my aunt made her next move.  She turned her back to me, leaned over with
her hands on the wall of the shower, just under the showerhead, then
glanced back toward me with an eager grin.
   "Come here."
   I obeyed.  I got right between her parted legs and guided my cock toward
her ass.  I bent me knees a little to angle my cock for easy entry to her
swollen pussy, and as I did I felt the tips of my aunt's fingers on the
head as she reached down between her legs to help guide me in.  I let go of
myself, placing my hands on her hips instead, and let her do the work as I
touched the head of my penis to the lips of her pussy.  Even that first
light touch, without me even poking the head into her, caused a shiver to
run right up and down my aunt's spine.
   This was going to be good.
   I gave a little push, a little thrust, and oh so fucking slowly I inched
my dick deeper and deeper into the vagina of my own mother's sister.  I was
really inside her now, pushing myself hungrily right up to the hilt.  The
front of my hips slapped against the cheeks of her ass.  I pulled back,
then thrust again, causing another slap, and another.  This whole time the
water continued to beat down on us--how long would it stay hot--and a bunch
of water would pool up on her angled back as I slapped up against her, only
to splash down again at our feet when I pulled back.  I maintained this
rhythm for a while, but managed to thrust into her increasingly harder with
each passing minute, curling my toes and clutching tightly on her hips to
maintain control of my pending orgasm.  For her part, Aunt Ellen dropped
her head down, squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for some serious
pounding, grunting "ungh-ungh-ungh" in time to the slap of my skin against
her ass.
   To see--and feel--what would happen I straightened my knees a little,
causing the angle of my penis to shift measurably within her vagina.  This
actually succeeded in sinking my cock another half-inch or so further than
it had been, and this last remaining length of cock was all it took to
launch this sexy older woman through the stratosphere.  Her little
"ungh-ungh-ungh" sounds, barely audible over the sound of the water,
immediately turned into repeated little mini-screams, and with each thrust
the orgasm that unleashed itself within this woman's body seemed to
increase on an exponential level.  It was so passionate, so deeply moving,
that it seemed to cross over to my own body, and suddenly I felt my balls
begin to contract.
   "Aunt Ellen!" I warned loudly.
   "NO!" she screamed.  "Do NOT stop, Tommy!"
   I pounded away but I had about ten seconds left, if that, and she had
been so worried about getting pregnant the first time we fucked, so I
grunted, "But I'm gonna...I'm gonna--"
   "It's okay!" she shouted back.  "Just cum inside me, baby!  I can't give
you up yet!  You can cum in me but DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"
   That lustful exclamation was the first time I had EVER heard my aunt use
a bad word, and this succeeded in giving me that final push over the edge.
Only too happy to obey my aunt, I did NOT stop fucking her, and I fucked
her HARD, even as my swollen balls began coughing up their potent contents.
My powerful orgasm seemed to time itself so that each blast of thick semen
ejaculated from my cock only during my deepest points of penetration: I
would pull back, slam it in, then feel a jet of sperm leave my cock...pull
back, slam it in, squirt...pull back, slam it in, squirt.
   For her part, my aunt just kept screaming, completely engulfed in her
most powerful orgasm of the day: "Deeper!  Harder!  My God, I can feel you
in my guts!  Tommy, give me your cum if you want but just please DO NOT
STOP FUCKING ME!"
   As the last of my sperm squirted deep into my aunt's unprotected womb,
the post-orgasmic hypersensitivity of my penis caused my body to jerk
involuntarily so that I could no longer maintain my deep and penetrating
rhythm anymore.  But Aunt Ellen was also, finally, beginning to come down
from her earth-shattering orgasm, and she allowed me at last to slow my
thrusting and lean over against her.  Eventually, I stopped my last thrust
so that I was still deep inside her, and I reached around and clutched her
body tightly against mine.  We both breathed heavily, feeling each other's
rapid heart beats, basking in the moment.
   At some point we realized that the water was finally beginning to cool.
We must've been in the shower for well over an hour from start to finish,
and our fingers and toes were completely pruned.  When my softening penis
finally slipped out of her vagina--both of us let out a disappointed
groan--I reached over and turned the water off.  Aunt Ellen turned her body
within our embrace so that we faced each other, and for another several
minutes we held tightly, dripping and kissing and calming down.
   No words were exchanged between us as we stepped out of the shower and
gently dried each other off with a couple of thick cotton towels.  While
looking down at her fluffy but neatly trimmed pussy, I noticed some of my
semen beginning to dribble down the inside of my aunt's thigh.  She
followed my gaze and seemed only then to remember that I had once again
injected a huge amount of sperm into her body, with nothing but odds to
protect her from impregnation.  She used a corner of her towel to mop up
the dribbling fluid then crossed over to the toilet again.  I continued to
dry off as I watched my naked aunt sit and urinate as she had before.  And
like before she didn't have any problem whatsoever with her nephew watching
her.  I was standing much nearer her to her now, and I could even see the
stream leave her pussy and splash into the bowl.
   That strangely wonderful sensation of just complete and utter openness
engulfed me again.
   Openness...no, not complete openness, I guess.  I had deceived my aunt.
She had believed my deflection of the truth, and she was sure it was only
Jack who was having sex with Katy.  And there was the fact that if I could,
somehow, start a relationship with Katy, my aunt would actually support it!
Something would have to be done about this....
   But not at this moment.  My aunt had finished going to the bathroom, her
second attempt to purge what semen she could from her body.  She wiped
herself and flushed the toilet, then moved close to me, whispering, "I feel
like I can do anything with you, Tommy...anything."
   "I hope so," I replied.  "I definitely want to do more things with you."
   She looked down, away from me, and said, "I wish we could, sweetie.  You
are so wonderful.  Perhaps we can find a way...no...I don't know...but
we're going to have to face reality eventually." She looked up at me at
last.  "You know that, don't you?"
   I let out a long sigh.  Then nodded.
   We lapsed into silence again while we cleaned up the bathroom.  From all
the fucking and running around this little room, there was water
everywhere, and I used the towels to mop up what I could.  Aunt Ellen
cleaned our bodily fluids off the counter and took all the used towels and
dropped them into the hamper in the laundry room through one of the
bathroom doors.  I scooped up my clothes and she her torn dress (and loose
buttons), and we both walked naked down the hallway to her bedroom.  I got
dressed back in my shorts and shirt then sat down on the bed while my
beautiful aunt picked out a new outfit: another dress, a sun dress of a
soft pastel cotton color.  To my disappointment she put on a bra and
underwear before slipping into the dress, letting me zip her up on the
side. She then grabbed her torn red dress and tucked it deep in her closet
under some shoe boxes, where it would remain hidden until she had a chance
to pull it out again at some future point to sew back together.
   During this quiet period of returning to a more normal existence with my
aunt, I had a chance to contemplate the Jack-Katy situation a little
further.  It occurred to me that something would have to be done to fix the
situation.  I didn't know what my aunt's intentions were, but I knew it
would completely disrupt the family if she was to directly confront her
children about their sexual union.  Even before I had fucked my cousin and
my aunt, I truly loved coming here to visit, and I didn't want to see that
opportunity disappear.  And now that I HAD fucked my cousin and aunt, I
most definitely wanted to maintain the status quo if only to possibly
continue my sexual adventures.
   So, bold action would have to be taken.  I would have to come up with
something very, very clever.  I could no longer act like the kid caught
with his hand in the cookie jar.  To continue this food theme, just how was
I going to be able to have my cake and eat it too?
   That's when the obvious question struck me.  The question that had to be
asked.  Because the answer could very well indicate the next course of
direction I'd have to take.
   As calmly and objectively as possible, I asked, "Aunt Ellen, what if
those boxers had been mine?"
   She had been brushing her damp hair in the mirror over the dresser.  She
paused and glanced at me in the reflection.  "I don't know," she said.
   An odd answer.  I pressed on, "What do you mean?"
   She turned to face me and leaned against the dresser.  "Well, Tom, when
I say you are a gentleman and a very sweet boy, I really do mean it.  And
Katy is such a brat.  I was also honest when I said earlier that I wish she
could find a boyfriend like you, someone who might rub off on her and help
her become more responsible, more considerate."
   She seemed to be processing what she was about to say next, so I didn't
say a word.
   "The truth is," she said hesitantly, "the truth is that I found myself
sort of secretly hoping that you and Katy might someday...well, fall in
love."
   I was stunned.  I stared at my aunt, and she saw my reaction.
   Continuing quickly she said, "I know that sounds incredible, and believe
me, up until recently it was only a vague, completely crazy wish of mine. I
think it was more about the fact that I want Katy to settle down and marry
a good man someday, and because I admire you so much, Tom, I kept seeing
you as a model of that perfect man."
   I blushed.  I was far, far from perfect, as you, my good friend, already
know.
   Aunt Ellen stepped over and sat down next to me.  She leaned over and
kissed my cheek.  "This is very strange for you to hear, I know.  I'm
sorry, Tom."
   "No, no," I said with a nervous smile.  "It's...okay." In truth, I
didn't quite know what to think yet.
   She said, "I don't think I originally pictured you ACTUALLY being that
perfect mate for Katy.  Like I said, you were just the model, the example.
But the more I began to think about it...the more I became comfortable with
the fact that two cousins could potentially fall in love and be together. I
actually did a bit of research and learned that it's perfectly legal in
this country and that it's actually more common than you'd think."
   "So," I said, "when you found the boxers, and you thought they were
mine...."
   She nodded, "I thought that perhaps my wish had come true.  And ever
since I began suspecting of Jack and Katy to be involved, I began hoping
more and more that it WAS true, because while our family--and
society--could come to terms with cousins being together, it could never
ever deal with two direct siblings."
   "But when you found the boxers, and you suspected me--or hoped it was
me--why did you allow...US to happen?"
   Aunt Ellen nodded and gave me a confessing smile.  "I guess it makes it
even more wrong.  It's bad enough that I have betrayed my husband Jerry,
but in a way I realized I was betraying you with Katy as well...if you had
actually been with her, that is."
   I processed this for a few minutes.  This was seriously heavy stuff.  I
could see the cloud of guilt and doubt beginning to hover over my aunt's
head again, and I realized I needed to set her conscience at ease somehow.
I said, "You have nothing to feel sorry about, Aunt Ellen.  We are both
adults, and we truly care for each other, no matter what happened.  There
should be no pain between us."
   We took each other's hand and kissed lightly.  She said, "You see,
Tommy, that's what I'm talking about.  No matter how bad we've been, you
want to put people at ease.  I guess that's what drew me to you...what
allowed me to...give myself to you."
   "I don't understand," I said.
   She smiled again.  "It's hard for me to understand, too, but I'll try to
explain.  You see, the more I worried about Katy, the more I hoped she'd
find a great guy like you.  And the more I thought about that, the more I
began to secretly hope that you and Katy would fall in love."
   "But why did you ask me this morning about whether I still liked Katy's
friend?"
   "I don't know...just nervous around you, I guess.  Because that is the
third part of this equation, Tom." She paused and scooted even closer to
me, looking me square in the eyes.  "My secret hope that you would become
an intimate part of Katy's life became a strange obsession into you
personally...and I began to fantasize about you being with...me."
   This was incredible.  I said, "How long?"
   "I think it sparked two or three years ago, as I watched you develop
into such an attractive young man.  But I allowed it to consume my waking
thoughts only this summer."
   "But then...I have to ask again, Aunt Ellen...what if I had said yes,
those were my boxers?"
   She was quiet a moment, then said plainly, "I would have accepted it.  I
would have...encouraged it." My eyes went wide.  She explained further, "I
don't know how comfortable I'd be that the two of you were having actual
intercourse...or I would have at least hoped you two would have practiced
safer sex than...than you and I, but I would have accepted it."
   "But Katy and Jack...."
   She nodded and looked down at her lap.  "I don't know, Tom.  I don't
know what I'm going to do about that." She looked at me, hopeful.  "It has
to stop, that I know."
   "But you don't know if they're actually lovers," I said.  I wanted to
gauge her conviction on this.
   She said, "Well, not so much as having seen them in the act, no...."
   "And when they're around each other and us, they've never shown even the
slightest indication that they're intimate on that level." My statement to
this effect was true.  Jack and Katy had never so much as hinted, whether
accidentally or on purpose, that they had sex together.  It was one reason
why I'd been so shocked when I saw Jack enter Katy's bedroom with my own
eyes, watched him proceed to climb into her bed and fuck her.
   Aunt Ellen could only agree with my statement.  "You're right, Tom, but
even if they're foolish enough to commit incest, they're certainly bright
enough to know they'd have to keep it the most strictest of secrets,
betraying nothing to anyone."
   This is when the kernel of a new scheme formed in my brain.
   I said, "Well, maybe this is actually more one-sided than you think?"
   She blinked at me.  "I don't understand."
   Yes, I was developing a very good scheme indeed.  There as no better way
to test it than to roll right into it.  I said, "What if Jack is stalking
Katy?"
   My aunt recoiled at this, leaning back from me.  "What do you mean,
'stalking?'"
   "Well, not actually stalking, but...spying, lusting...obsessing over
her."
   "You mean sneaking around, taking peeks at her?"
   "Exactly.  Like a voyeur.  We all know how soundly Katy's sleeps when
she's finally out.  What if Jack is taking advantage of this, sneaking into
her room, looking at her...perhaps even...touching her?" She stared at me.
I pushed further: "Boys can be very strange, you know, very perverted. 
Maybe he touched her last night, or at least himself, and left his boxers
there as some strangely perverted signal, a kinky little gift...."
   Aunt Ellen stood and began pacing, clearly disturbed by this.  She
definitely had different levels of tolerance.  It was as if she could chalk
up Jack and Katy being lovers to just some childish rush of hormones that
needed to be tamed.  But the idea of Jack being a sick voyeur secretly
peeking at and touching his own sister was something completely hideous to
her.
   As I said, my good friend, I was far, far from perfect.  And I was now
ready to launch a scheme that could produce some very wonderful--and
sexual--results.  It was so genius, in fact, that I had to be very, very
careful not to break into a very sinister grin.
   With a suddenly renewed strength in self-control and determination, I
said plainly to my aunt: "What if I could guarantee that Jack would never
spy on Katy again, without causing the slightest scandal in this family?"
   Aunt Ellen stopped pacing and turned to me.  "How?"
   It's possible that at this point the very slightest of grins formed in
one corner of my mouth.
   "You'll just have to trust me..."
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Katys Boobs Chapter 3