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Valerie's Family (Fm, teen, parody)
By Uncle Mike

     I can tell you the exact moment my life changed for the better.
It was when the shower door opened.

     My mom had died a few months earlier. I was 17, so I 
wasn't a kid anymore, but I wasn't so old that I could take it 
in stride. Or maybe you're never old enough to take things like 
that in stride; I don't know.

     Anyway, I still felt pretty torn up about it, but I tried not 
to show it too much, because I figured it was harder on the 
kids -- my brothers, Willie and Mark, four years younger. And 
with Dad away most of the time flying, I figured I had to be 
the man of the family.

     I don't know how we would have gotten through that time 
if it hadn't been for everything Aunt Sandy did for us. 

     She's Dad's sister. She'd gotten a divorce, so she was free 
and she came to live with us after Mom died, and to look after 
us. We sure needed it.

     Aunt Sandy was something: a short, blond ball of fire. With 
her hair cut so short she looked like a Q-tip, except that no Q-
tip was ever that curvy. Nothing extravagant; she's no Dolly 
Parton or anything, but you could definitely tell she was a 
woman.

     It was weird having a good-looking woman around the 
house. Mom was pretty, I guess, but, well, she was our Mom, 
you know?

     Aunt Sandy was family, too, but in a way she wasn't. We 
hadn't seen much of her before. 

     She tried her best to fit in, though, always looking after 
us and trying to help us deal with Mom being gone. Like that 
day.

     I had this thing at school -- an honors assembly. I tried to 
act like it was no big deal, but Mom had always been on us to 
do our school work and study hard. I knew this would have 
meant a lot to her. So I was getting these honors -- and she 
couldn't be there. I knew my Dad would be out of town, so I 
didn't even mention it to him. He'd been feeling guilty about 
being away so much, and he didn't need that kind of worry on 
top of losing Mom.

     The awards came at the end of the school day, in last 
period. The gym was full of students and parents. Every time 
someone walked up to the stage, you could figure out where 
their parents were sitting by watching for the pop of a 
camera flash. Every so often some kid would reach out his 
hand for a plaque and his mom or dad would yell out 
something that would echo and the kid would look up. Their 
expressions were always the same -- trying to look 
embarrassed, but actually pretty happy. I knew the feeling; 
my Mom could make me feel that way every time she'd shout 
out my name at a Little League game or point me out in a 
school play. 

     I guess I was feeling pretty down by the time my turn 
came.  Maybe I was even crying a little, I don't know. When 
they called my name I walked toward the stage in kind of a 
daze; the faces of the kids around me were just a blur.

     Then I got up to the podium and the principal was reaching 
out his hand and there was a flash off to the right. I had just 
a second to wonder whose Dad had mistaken me for his son 
when there was this shout that bounced off the rafters: "Yeah 
Day-Vid!"

     It was Aunt Sandy, of course. She wasn't hard to spot, 
leaping into the air in the third row of the bleachers, waving 
her arms like a cheerleader.  

     It wouldn't have been cool to smile too much, but I couldn't 
help flashing a grin.  She must have heard something from 
Willie or Mark about the assembly, but she'd never said a word 
to me, just showed up. Parents were supposed to have tickets, 
and I'd never picked mine up, so I don't know how she talked 
her way in. Being Aunt Sandy, I figure she just flashed those 
big eyes at them and started talking fast and walking past 
them all at once.

     The assembly finished just a little bit after that. I was 
walking out the gym door when Aunt Sandy caught up with me 
and offered to drive me home.

     We talked about a lot of stuff in the car, about my missing 
Mom and how proud she would have been to see me up on the 
stage. I'm not much at telling people how I feel, but I felt so 
close to Aunt Sandy then that I just let it all out. I don't think 
I actually ever thanked her for coming that day, but I'm sure 
she got the idea. Anyway, by the time we got home I was 
bawling like a baby, but I didn't feel bad; I was just working 
out all my feelings about my Mom. For the first time, I 
allowed myself to admit how sad I was and how much I really 
missed her.

     And Aunt Sandy didn't say much; she didn't have to. Mostly 
she just murmured every once in a while, or offered me a 
tissue.

     Mark and Willie were staying over at a friend's house that 
night, so we got back to an empty house. Aunt Sandy said it 
hardly seemed worth cooking up a whole meal just for the 
two of us and wondered if I'd think she was too lazy if she 
just ordered out for pizza. I said it was fine.

     Later that evening, over slices of pepperoni and sausage, I 
told Aunt Sandy that I really appreciated her helping us out. 
She made a joke out of it, saying that it didn't take much 
effort to dial a phone for pizza, but I could see she really 
appreciated my saying it. It seems crazy now, but I think that 
was the first time any of us actually told her how much she 
meant to us. I guess we were all so busy dealing with our 
emotions that we never stopped to think that Aunt Sandy 
might be feeling down, too, with her divorce, and then coming 
into a new house and dealing with somebody else's kids and 
all.

     Well, we finished dinner and watched TV for a little while, 
and then I went up to shower and go to bed. I'd played some 
basketball by myself in the driveway before dinner and I felt 
kinda cruddy.

     So I turned on the water full blast and stepped into the 
shower, sliding the frosted glass door behind me. I just stood 
under the water a couple of minutes, letting the hot jets bite 
into my skin. I still missed my Mom, of course, but after my 
talk with Aunt Sandy I felt like I was finally coming alive 
again, getting back to a normal life. It seemed as if the 
streams of water dripping off me were taking away a big 
weight that had been riding me for months.

     I started lathering up when I thought I heard something in 
the bathroom. The glass had steamed up, though, so I couldn't 
even see any shadowy forms through it. I rubbed the soap into 
the hand towel a little more and started scrubbing my chest.

     That's when the shower door opened.

     "I thought you could use some help," Aunt Sandy said, 
stepping in.

     She was naked. Well, I guess you figured that out.

     Although I'd already noticed that Aunt Sandy looked young 
for her age and had a nice body, I'd never known how nice it 
was until that moment. She was short, just about coming up 
to my chin, but her legs seemed to go on forever. Her breasts 
were more than a handful -- not huge, but what was 
incredible was how firm they were, no sag at all. Her nipples 
were already erect, pointing at me like pencil erasers from 
the light brown circles around them. And her bush -- a curly 
little arrowhead pointing right down to ...

     Of course, I got an instant hard-on. Imagine how you would 
feel if some sexy lady suddenly stepped into the shower with 
you?

     But what if that lady were your aunt? That's what I was 
thinking. I backed up into the corner of the stall. "Aunt Sandy," 
I stammered out. "Wh-what are you doing? In here? With me?"

     She didn't move toward me right away, just stood there in 
the far corner. The spray from the shower hit her about at the 
waist and I couldn't help following the trickles down with my 
eyes, seeing them drip onto her bush, matting down the hair, 
pouring down those long, shapely legs.  It was like a Playboy 
centerfold come to life!

     "David," she said, and I forced my eyes back up to her cute 
face. "I've been living with you several months now, and I 
think it's time you understood some things. I know you and the 
boys miss your Mom, and you want someone to do the things 
she used to do for you -- cooking, cleaning, all of that. And 
I'm happy to help, really I am.

     "But I'm not your Mom. I'd never try to be, even if I could. 
So things -- relationships -- are different.

     "I need you to understand that I'm a woman. I have my own 
needs. Do you know what I mean?"

     The look on her face made my fears melt away. I knew 
what she meant -- how could I have been so stupid? Aunt 
Sandy had been divorced for awhile, and now she was cooped 
up in a house with a bunch of kids. Of course she had needs.

     But -- me? I hadn't even gotten to first base with any of 
the girls my own age, and now this older woman was offering 
everything. I didn't know what to do -- I mean, I knew what I 
wanted to do, but should I? And if I did, what if I did 
something wrong?

     I don't know if Aunt Sandy saw the emotions on my face or 
if she just sensed them, but she did exactly the right thing, 
taking it very slow. As she'd been talking to me, she had taken 
a couple of steps toward me. The spray from the shower was 
hitting just below her neck now, streams of water flowing 
down her breasts and trickling off the nipples. I was so 
entranced by the vision I didn't see what happened next until I 
felt the washcloth being pulled out of my hand. Aunt Sandy 
took the soap, too.

     Slowly, like it was a dream, she rubbed more soap on the 
cloth and began to scrub my chest, my arms, my hands. I began 
to get more comfortable.

     Then she had me turn around and she washed my back, 
rinsing out the cloth and wetting it down, wringing out the 
clear water to pour down my body.

     I almost forgot that I was in the shower with a naked 
woman, if you can believe that. I mean, it was just really 
soothing, the water splashing over me, the rough swish of the 
cloth on my skin. I got really relaxed and I think my cock even 
started to soften a little.

     But then I felt something else. It was Aunt Sandy's erect 
nipples tickling my back, and then her warm body pressed up 
against mine as her hands slid around my waist. My hard-on 
sprang back to life.

     "Oh, David, this is going to be a day I'll never forget," she 
said, and she started to slide down. Her hands brushed against 
the sides of my crotch as she went all the way down and 
lathered up my legs from behind.

     I knew I was never going to forget this, either. I wasn't 
sure if maybe I should be doing something, or saying 
something, but I didn't want to risk spoiling the moment.

     I shouldn't have worried; Aunt Sandy was in complete 
control. When she finished with my legs she spun me around, 
facing her. She stood up, her naked body just inches from 
mine. I couldn't help staring, taking in all that firm flesh. Was 
I really going to touch it? Was my cock really going to be 
buried in her pussy? 

     She read my thoughts again. "It's real, David," she said 
with a giggle. "Here, feel it." She took my hand in hers and 
drew it up to her breast. I gasped when I felt it.

     I'd never touched a breast before, at least not one that 
wasn't covered up by a bra and a blouse. But this one was 
right there, in the flesh. "Rub your fingers over it," Aunt 
Sandy told me. "Gently. Now circle the nipple with one finger. 
Mmmmmm. You can suck it if you like."

     Of course I liked. I bent down and took the brown button 
into my mouth. "Lick it," Aunt Sandy said, and I did. "Yes, now 
nip at it, very gently -- ohhh, yes! Very good, David!"

     I moved from one breast to the other, sucking and nibbling 
like they were ice cream cones. Aunt Sandy's hands roamed 
over my body, occasionally brushing against my stiff cock. 
Then she rubbed some more soap on her hands and brought 
them down to my crotch. 

     The slippery feel of her hands encircling my shaft almost 
made me shoot right then, but she squeezed down and the urge 
went away. "You've got a very nice cock, David," she said. 
"Nice and thick. I think it's going to fill my cunt wall to wall, 
dear. Do you think you'd like that? Would like to put that hard 
cock in your auntie's hot pussy?"

     Up until then I had never heard Aunt Sandy use language 
like that, and I never would have believed she could. But this 
wasn't the same Aunt Sandy I was used to. The look in her 
eyes was like fire, like there was some animal inside her 
instead of a human being. Her hands were sliding up and down 
my dick like wild, her breath was coming in short gasps. With 
the water pouring down over us I felt like I was in some crazy 
jungle movie -- you know, Me Tarzan, she Jane. I was 
developing an unstoppable urge to drive my cock into my 
aunt's hot body.

     "Yes," I hissed out. "I want you. Oh, God, Aunt Sandy, I want 
my cock in you!"

     "Mmmm, that's a good boy. You're going to do everything 
your aunt tells you, aren't you?"

     "Yes, yes! Just let me get it in you!"

     "Such an eager boy! I was going to suggest we dry off and 
go to the bedroom, but I think we'd better start right here, 
don't you? Now, lean back against the wall, David. That's it, 
sit back against the shelf." As she said that, she was still 
stroking my cock, getting it so hard it stuck straight up.

     Sitting down like that, I was just about level with her, so 
she was able to just hop up onto my lap. My cock prodded her 
flat stomach as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to my 
neck and slid them up to my ear. "This is going to be sooooo 
good," Aunt Sandy whispered. "Your cock is going to fill me up. 
And I'm going to ride it like a pony, David. You're going to be 
my stallion, do you know that? You're going to slide that fat 
dick in and out of your aunt's cunt so hard, it's going to drive 
me crazy."

     Her talk was driving ME crazy, that was for sure. I was 
already bucking up at her, scraping the head of my cock across 
her skin, desperate to get inside her.

     She dug her heels into the sides of the shower stall and 
raised her ass, putting her cunt directly over my cock. When 
she eased down a little I could feel the slippery pussy lips 
just touching the tip of my dick.

     But even then she didn't take me in. Instead, she held her 
cunt above me while she kissed her way from my ear to my 
mouth.

     I opened my lips to her and she stuck her tongue deep 
inside, flicking out at mine. I kissed her back hungrily, like I'd 
never get enough. Our mouths ground together and grunts were 
choked out of our throats. I forgot this was my aunt and just 
concentrated on having a sexy older woman writhing naked on 
my body. It was fantastic!

     And then, at last, while our tongues were still entwined, 
Aunt Sandy lowered her cunt and her slippery pussy lips 
blossomed open under the pressure of my aching cock. She 
took me in slowly, just a little bit at a time, while I was lost 
in the incredible sensations. Her hot, wet cunt was tight 
against my dick, hugging it as it slid in deeper and deeper.

     When I was in her to the hilt, Aunt Sandy broke our kiss 
and leaned back.

     "I knew it!" she said with a smile. "I knew you'd fill me up. 
Can you feel it, David? Your cock is so big it's filling up my 
pussy all the way. I can feel every inch of you inside me, and 
it feels great." She leaned back a little more and the shower 
stream hit her full in the face. She spat out a mouthful of 
water and leaned toward me again, laughing, her hair 
plastered down by the water. She shook her head from side to 
side and the water flew off, splashing into my face. 

     "Aunt Sandy!" I tried to look angry but I couldn't help 
laughing myself. And whatever anger I had fell apart when she 
began to move, pulling her tight cunt almost all the way off 
my cock and then squatting down onto it again.

     Soon we were moving in synch, driving my cock again and 
again into my aunt's eager pussy. Her tits jiggled as she 
bounced up and down on me, bringing me closer and closer to 
shooting. But each time I felt myself nearing the edge she 
slowed down or even stopped, my cock buried deep within her 
velvet folds.

     "You're doing very well, David," Aunt Sandy said in between 
kisses. "Mmmm, my pussy really likes your cock. I think it 
wants to play with it all night. Is that OK with you? Do you 
want to fuck your aunt all night?"

     "Yes, yes, yes!" I shouted, my words bouncing around the 
stall. "I want to fuck you, Aunt Sandy, I do! I want to bury my 
cock inside your cunt! Oh, God, it feels so good!"

     We kept up the rhythm for what seemed like hours, but I 
guess it was only 10 or 15 minutes. Finally I couldn't hold 
back any longer.

     "Aunt Sandy! Aunt Sandy, I'm going to ... I can't ... 
AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The cum boiled up inside me and shot 
into her tunnel like a fire hose. 

     "Fill me up!" she shouted back at me. "Fill my pussy! I want 
all your cum, David! Yesss!"

     By the time I had recovered from that spasm, the water 
from the shower was turning cold. We shut it off as fast as 
we could and toweled each other off, shivering a little until 
we'd gotten all dry and slipped into our bathrobes.

     Then Aunt Sandy led me to her bedroom and lit a bunch of 
candles -- on the nightstand, the dresser, all over. The light 
flickered and moved around, casting weird shadows. She 
slipped off her robe and lay down on the bed on her back while 
I stood at the foot. In the candlelight, she looked even sexier 
than before. And now I could see her cunt spread before me, 
and a heavy, musky odor came up from it. I dropped my 
bathrobe to the floor.

     "My pussy is still hungry," Aunt Sandy said, spreading her 
legs even wider. "I think it still wants to play."

     "I -- I don't think I can," I said. I still felt completely 
drained by our fuck in the shower. 

     "There are other ways to play, not just with your cock," 
Aunt Sandy said. "Just watch me."

     She put an index finger into her mouth. When she pulled it 
out, I could see it glistening wetly. I kept my eyes on that 
finger as she touched it to her nipples, slid it down her breast 
and across her stomach. 

     Then she stroked the sides of her cunt, still slick from our 
fuck, and tangled the finger in the hairs of her fur patch. She 
raised her knees up and I could see her pussy open up before 
me while she slid the finger closer, closer, until it was at the 
very edge of her tunnel.

     I looked up and Aunt Sandy was staring directly into my 
eyes. 

     "Watch how I do this, David," she whispered, and I looked 
back down at her cunt. She began to slide the finger into her, 
rolling it around the edges of the hole, then sinking it in 
deeper and deeper. Soon she was bucking up at it. Her thumb 
spread apart the lips some more and started twiddling a little 
button-shaped fold of flesh -- her clit. She put a second 
finger inside her and pushed them in and out, fucking herself 
faster and faster.

     Without thinking about it, I had crawled up onto the bed 
and I was only a few inches from her hot pussy when she 
called out.

     "You do it, David! Put your finger in me! Fuck your auntie's 
pussy now, please!"

     My hand jerked up automatically and I slid a couple of 
fingers inside her as Aunt Sandy slid hers out. I could feel the 
ring of muscles at the entrance to her tunnel grabbing 
greedily at me as I drove my fingers in and out. The odor was 
almost overpowering, but it wasn't bad; somehow, it made me 
even hornier.

     "Now lick me, David," Aunt Sandy said.

     I was shocked, I guess, but too horny to notice. It seemed 
only natural to lower my head and slide my tongue against her 
hot pussy, licking at the little clit button. Pretty soon I was 
gobbling away, pushing my tongue right into her cunt when my 
fingers slid out to caress her thighs or grab at her ass. And 
Aunt Sandy was humping back, mashing her pussy into my 
face.

     "Yes, yes!" she was shouting, calling out my name over and 
over again. Then her bucking got even wilder and I could 
barely keep my tongue on her. Her thighs closed around me so 
tight I almost couldn't breathe. "Oh, fuck, yes!" Aunt Sandy 
screamed. "Yes, David, yes, I'm cumming, I'm 
cuuummmmmiiiinnnggg!"

     In a minute her bucking slowed down and I was able to 
come up for air. I slid up on the bed to kiss her. When I held 
her to me, I was surprised to feel my cock hard again, 
pressing against her skin.

     "Oh, David, someone else wants to play again," Aunt Sandy 
said, teasing me. She wiggled her body against mine. "Do you 
think we should?"

     I didn't say anything. I just rolled over on top of her, my 
cock already pressing at the entrance of her cunt.

     When I slid it into her, my aunt lifted her legs high, taking 
me even deeper than before. We started rutting like animals, 
pounding away at each other without saying a word, just 
grunting and groaning.

     Aunt Sandy's body bounced and shook on the bed underneath 
me as I drove my cock into that hot, wet cunt over and over 
again. I wanted to split her wide open with my pile-driver, 
and at the same time I wanted to touch and lick every inch of 
her. Even though we were fresh from the shower, our bodies 
were already getting covered in sweat and my hands slipped 
all over my aunt, exploring every silky nook.

     Finally I rose up above her, my cock still impaled in her 
slit, and Aunt Sandy brought her heels up and rested them on 
my shoulders, opening herself all the way. A few more 
minutes of frantic fucking and I came in a huge burst, driving 
my cum into her while Aunt Sandy erupted into her own 
orgasm, her arms slapping into the mattress as the 
sensations ripped through her.

     It was the greatest moment of my life and I didn't want it 
to ever end, but my cock started to shrink and pretty soon it 
slipped out of my aunt's pussy. I lay down next to her, holding 
her close, nuzzling her smooth neck. "I love you, Aunt Sandy," I 
whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

     I woke up the next morning still in her bed, having an 
incredible dream. But when I opened my eyes I saw that it 
wasn't a dream. Aunt Sandy, still naked, was kneeling at my 
side. Her full lips were sliding up and down my erect shaft, 
giving me an awesome blow-job.

     When I shifted slightly, she pulled off me and looked up. 
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her eyes bright and 
twinkling. "I thought this would get a rise out of you!"

     I groaned at the joke, and then I groaned again as she put 
her mouth back onto my cock, this time sliding all the way 
down, pushing the head of my cock against the back of her 
throat. The sight of her lips pressed around the bottom of my 
dick was almost too much, and I came in just a few minutes.

     Aunt Sandy swallowed my full load and then licked my 
cock clean like it was a lollipop.

     "M-Mark and Willie will be home soon," I managed to 
sputter out. "We'd better get dressed."

     "Are you sure we don't have time for a little more fun?" 
Aunt Sandy winked at me. "There are still a few tricks we 
haven't tried. Well, it'll have to be next time, I guess."

     Next time! I can't find the right words to tell you how I 
felt, looking at that perfect body, knowing that my aunt would 
be with us all the time, eager to show me all the ways of sex. 
I pulled her to me and kissed her again, hard, holding her to 
me so that I wouldn't forget the press of her tits, the curve of 
her waist, the tickle of her pussy hairs.

     From that day on, life around the house was never the 
same. Aunt Sandy and I explored every kind of fucking, in 
every room of the house. It didn't take long before Mark and 
Willie joined in, too -- but that's another story.

End