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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MIKE45(4 of 5) Sisters mF inc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 22 Sep 1996 22:48:27 GMT



SISTERS: Lovers and Other Relatives

PART IV

By Uncle Mike


     Thursday afternoon found Trevor walking up the driveway to 
his parents' house after a long meeting at school. Mom and Dad 
and Evan were at the hospital for another of Evan's treatments, 
so Trevor was in no hurry.

     He kicked a stone at the foot of the driveway as he mused to 
himself. Five days, he thought, and I haven't fucked a single 
relative. I must be slowing down! He laughed, still amazed at his 
good fortune last weekend.

     A "ka-chink!" caught his attention and he snapped back to the 
real world. The pebble he'd kicked had clipped the bumper of ... 
Aunt Frankie's car! Trevor's eyebrows shot up. He couldn't ... 
could he? Tightening his grip on his schoolbooks, he raced into 
the house.

     As he barged through the front door, he called out his aunt's 
name. She came in from the kitchen, a pen and a pad of paper 
still in her hands.

     She was dressed in her usual business attire: a power suit, 
this one a severely cut black with a white blouse. The all-
business effect was hurt by the short, short length of the skirt 
and the way she'd undone a few buttons of the blouse, but Trevor 
noticed she was still teetering on four-inch spike-heeled pumps. 
Aunt Frankie was the youngest of the Reed sisters, and to his 
mind the sexiest -- or at least that's what he had used to think, 
before he'd gotten to know Aunt Teddy and Aunt Alex so well. 
Aunt Frankie had perfect skin, chiseled cheekbones, hair so curly 
you wanted to bury your fingers in it, and an ass that twitched 
so fine he always had to be careful not to get caught gawking 
when she left the dinner table.

     It didn't take long to explain to her that everyone else was at 
the hospital. She said she'd had to cancel a business dinner that 
evening and she'd stopped by for company.

     Trevor longed to say something that would make her stay, 
and maybe even something that would make her horny for him. 
But Aunt Frankie had always seemed so beautiful to him that he 
got tongue-tied whenever he saw her, and it happened again. She 
probably thinks, he told himself, that I'm some kind of dork.

     Even when she lingered, asking him questions about his day, 
Trevor could only manage one- or two-word answers. All the 
while he was carrying on a running conversation in his head, and 
his answers there were suave and debonair. The only problem 
was that they kept coming about one question too late.

     "So, anything exciting happen today?" Aunt Frankie would ask.

     "Nah," Trevor would mumble.

     "How's school going?"

     "It's OK," he'd manage to get out.

     "The most exciting thing that happened today was that I saw 
you," his mind would butt in.

     "Worried about Evan?"

     "Yeah."

     "I bet there's a lot you could teach me," his mind would 
interrupt. And so on.

     After several minutes of frustration, Trevor's eagerness to 
see Aunt Frankie was fading, and he didn't argue when she 
tossed the paper and pen aside and headed for the door. He 
mumbled a goodbye and was trudging up the stairs when she 
spun in the doorway.

     "Oh, hey, Trevor? What are you doing for dinner, honey? Did 
your mom fix you something?"

     He grimaced. "Lentil soup," he said sourly. "It's in the fridge. 
And wheat-germ rolls."

     Aunt Frankie took a step back inside and let the door close 
behind her. "Sounds awful. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't I fix us 
something?"

     "You?" Trevor put a hand on the railing.

     "Sure. You must have some stuff hanging around I could use. I 
know, how about omelets? Everybody's got eggs. You've got eggs, 
you've got omelets!"

     "Well, I, uh, I don't want to impose ..."

     "Who's imposing? Look, I wasn't doing anything for dinner 
myself, and believe me, my refrigerator isn't anywhere near as 
well-stocked as your mom's. I'd be lucky if my yogurt was only a 
week past its due date."

     "No offense, Aunt Frankie, but -- can you cook?"

     "Can I cook? You've been listening to your other aunts too 
much. Sure I can cook! Hey, I may not be Betty Crocker, but I've 
fried an omelet or two. Just let me at that kitchen!" There was 
no stopping her. Aunt Frankie tossed her suit jacket on a chair 
as she went past and strode into the kitchen, unbuttoning her 
sleeves and rolling them up.

     Trevor sighed. Every time Aunt Frankie even tried to boil 
water, his mom had once said, disaster loomed. 

     After tossing his schoolbooks in his room, Trevor tromped 
down the stairs and into the kitchen. He stopped in the entry, 
stunned. He'd only been gone a couple of minutes, three tops. How 
could Aunt Frankie have done all this in just three minutes?

     Almost every cupboard door was open. Bowls and plates and 
pots and jars and boxes littered every available surface. A 
measuring cup on the counter was swimming in a shallow pool 
of milk that was slowly spreading toward the edge, where it 
would fall, he saw, onto a disorderly jumble of spatulas and 
stirring spoons and ladles and -- what was that thing that 
looked like a pig's tail?

     An "oof!" reminded him that Aunt Frankie must be somewhere 
in this mess. But where? He couldn't see her. Just then, a white 
cloud billowed up from the other side of the island. He looked 
over and saw Aunt Frankie kneeling down to pick up a sack of 
flour as the fine white powder that had been ejected when she 
dropped it settled back delicately all over her and the floor.

     Trevor couldn't help it. He laughed. That made Aunt Frankie 
turn around, startled. Unfortunately, as she did she forgot about 
the three eggs she'd been juggling in one hand. She remembered 
them just about the time they made contact with the open 
cupboard door, shattered, and oozed down the side and onto the 
floor.

     "Aunt Frankie," Trevor said, suppressing a laugh, "You've got 
the flour, eggs and milk OK, but wouldn't it be easier to mix 
them in a bowl than just dumping them on the floor? And I 
thought you were making omelets, not pancakes."

     She frowned, but when she looked around, she laughed too. So 
hard, in fact, that she leaned against the open cupboard for 
support and started to sit down.

     "Aunt Frankie!" Trevor's yell stopped her just in time. She 
staggered to her feet and stared at the mess of eggs and flour, 
just a few feet from the milk that by now was dripping to the 
floor. Without looking up, without looking at him, she spoke very 
slowly. "How much do you want?"

     "Huh?"

     "How much do I have to pay you to promise never -- and I 
mean never -- to tell your mother or your aunts what happened?"

     Trevor smiled. "Forget it. Accidents happen. Look, I'll help you 
clean up. Then we can order out for pizza."

     He grabbed a roll of paper towels, ripped off a couple and 
tossed the rest to her. He tackled the milk and utensils while 
Aunt Frankie mopped up the eggs and flour.

     While he was cleaning, Trevor looked over and saw his aunt 
squatting down, scooping a gooey mess of eggs off the floor. Her 
hair had a frosting of white and her skirt was a little dusty 
with flour, too, but he didn't notice that. Instead, he saw that as 
she stooped down, her skirt rode up her legs even more. They 
were incredible legs, fantastic legs, a model's legs. And he 
wasn't quite sure, but it looked as if she wasn't wearing 
pantyhose, but rather stockings. At least there was a narrow, 
opaque strip about as far up her leg as he could see, and when 
she twisted a certain way he was almost certain he saw a flash 
of bare thigh. 

     But when Aunt Frankie looked up and saw him staring, Trevor 
just pointed to her hair. When she touched it and a shower of 
flour fell down, her face showed a mix of embarrassment, 
despair and hilarity. He told his aunt she could wash herself off 
and he'd finish cleaning. 

     Everything was put away and all the cupboard doors were 
closed when she came back in, fresh as a daisy -- except for a 
few small smudges of flour still lingering on the back of her 
skirt. Trevor was reaching for the phone book when Aunt Frankie 
took it from his hands.

     "We usually call Tony's," he said, grabbing the phone. "The 
page is turned back, see?"

     But Aunt Frankie didn't open the book; she put it back on the 
shelf. "No pizza for us, Trevor. I promised omelets, and I'm going 
to make omelets."

     "But you..."

     "I was just a little overly ambitious, that's all. I'll skip the 
biscuits I was going to make. Just omelets, plain and simple. I'll 
need, hmm, six eggs. And some salt and pepper and onions and 
green pepper and -- do you have any ham?" Trevor shuffled 
around the kitchen, pulling out her requests, still trying to talk 
her out of it. 

     "Really, Aunt Frankie," he said as he handed her the 
peppermill, "pizza would be fine. I love pizza. Heck, I'll even go 
halfsies with you. Mushroom and sausage OK?"

     She ignored him and continued to order up supplies, which 
she piled up around a big pottery bowl she'd spied on a top shelf. 
Trevor didn't recall his mother ever using that bowl before, and 
he suspected there was a reason for that, but Aunt Frankie 
brushed his concerns aside. "This is no heirloom," she said, 
tapping a heavy silver tablespoon against the side of the bowl. 
"It's been in our family for ages, and every Reed woman used it 
for cooking just like I am. And if it survived them, it can survive 
me. Oops."

     Trevor spun around quickly. 

     "Just kidding," Aunt Frankie giggled. "Now you go set the 
table, and I'll be done in a few minutes."

     As he headed toward the dining room with the plates and 
silverware, Aunt Frankie was cracking eggs. While he spread the 
stuff on the table, he heard her stirring madly. He cringed every 
time the spoon cracked against the bowl. 

     He was pouring water into the glasses at their places when 
she called out. "Trev, honey, where does your mother keep her 
omelet pan?"

     "I don't think she has an omelet pan," he said, moving toward 
the kitchen. "I think she just ..."

     What had she done now, killed herself? Aunt Frankie's legs 
were stretched out across the kitchen floor. As he followed 
their lovely curves, he saw her skirt and the bottom of her 
blouse, but the rest of her had disappeared into an open 
cupboard. From somewhere deep inside, her voice came, muffled 
and echoing slightly. "What did you say, Trev? It must be in here 
somewhere. Wait, is that it? I can almost -- almost -- nope, 
that wasn't it. Maybe over here..." She wiggled forward a bit 
more.

     As she did, her skirt rode up her legs. Now Trevor could see 
for sure. Aunt Frankie must be wearing a garter belt; he could 
see the tops of her sheer black stockings and the clips and 
elastic that held them in place, vanishing up under her skirt. 
Another wiggle and he could see another flash of black -- her 
panties, he realized. 

     As if the beautiful vision before him wasn't enough, 
memories of the other Reed women came flooding back into his 
mind. In an instant his cock was hard as stone.  Without planning 
to, he knelt down beside her and stretched a hand along her silky 
legs -- not touching them, just a fraction of an inch above, 
sculpting the sexy curves.

     "Trev? Trev, honey, I -- I think I'm stuck." Even muffled, he 
could hear the anguish in his aunt's voice. "Look, sweetie, could 
you help?"

     He was lying on top of her before he even realized what he 
was doing. As he stretched a hand into the recesses of the 
cupboard, trying to figure out what Aunt Frankie had gotten 
caught on, his cock rode up onto her leg, though. That quickly 
made him aware of what was happening.

     Part of him said to back off a little, but another part -- a 
much louder part, thanks to what had happened last weekend -- 
urged him to take her then and there, to rip off her clothes and 
fuck her from behind. As if to underscore that argument, his 
cock throbbed against his aunt's leg.

     But Trevor withdrew from the cupboard and knelt back, 
breathing hard. He'd done a lot in a few days, but some still, 
small voice within him warned that this would be going too far. 
This would be rape. He might be horny, but he wasn't a rapist.

     Then Aunt Frankie wiggled again. "Trevor? Trevor, what's 
going on? I'm still stuck, can't you do something?"

     By now her skirt was completely up around her waist. Her 
rounded ass was bouncing in the air, two perfect orbs barely 
half-covered by her shiny panties with their lace trim. They 
were tiny enough to begin with -- French-cut, Trevor thought to 
himself, remembering the Victoria's Secret catalog -- and the 
constant wiggling was driving them further into the crack of 
Aunt Frankie's ass, exposing more and more of the lovely flesh.

     She called to him again. Trevor felt like he was being pulled 
in two directions at once. He couldn't -- but he had too. He 
shouldn't -- but he wanted to so much.

     Then he thought of something. It wouldn't be right to rape 
Aunt Frankie. It would be wrong, very, very wrong. But rape was 
when you fucked a woman, wasn't it? It wasn't rape if you didn't 
fuck her. 

     The idea may not have been so bright, but in his condition 
Trevor just needed something to salve his conscience while 
appeasing his raging lust. This might just work.

     With no hesitation, Trevor reached down and placed his hands 
on his aunt's ankles. He closed his hands around them. They fit 
perfectly, he thought. 

     "You're not going to pull me out," Aunt Frankie protested. "I'm 
really stuck!"

     "I won't pull, Aunt Frankie," he murmured, probably too softly 
for her to hear.

     He didn't. Instead, he caressed her legs, sliding his hands up 
and down the supple, silken curves. At first, Aunt Frankie didn't 
move -- she must be trying to figure out what I'm doing, Trevor 
thought. But when he continued to caress, and then moved his 
hands up past the tops of the stocks and onto the firm flesh of 
her buttocks, Aunt Frankie let out a shriek that rattled several 
pots and pans. She began to wriggle furiously, swinging her legs 
from side to side. Trevor had to force himself between them to 
keep from being clipped by her dangerously spiked heels.

     She continued to shout, demanding that he stop that instant, 
but Trevor ignored her. Tenderly, he rubbed her ass, then slid his 
fingers up. To his delight, he found that her panties were on top 
of the garters. It would have been a shame, he thought, to have 
to take the stockings off, too. They were really sexy.

     With trembling hands he peeled Aunt Frankie's panties off. He 
had to grab one leg, then the other under an arm to keep them 
still while her stripped the panties completely off and flung 
them aside.

     He paused, then, to take a moment to admire his aunt from 
behind. Even her butt was beautiful, and it was hard to resist 
pulling down his jeans and jamming his cock in the crack 
between her butt cheeks. But after a few more moments of 
appreciation Trevor bent down. Lowering his head, he kissed 
Aunt Frankie's ass, then licked the globes from side to side.

     By then Aunt Frankie was beating her hands against the sides 
of the cupboard, sending up a clatter and rattle among its 
contents that would have driven Trevor crazy if he weren't 
already crazy with lust. She tried to push herself out again, but 
even if she could have gotten free from whatever it was that 
had trapped her, her nephew now had her locked in place, his 
body jammed so tightly against hers that she couldn't get out.

     Meanwhile Trevor had continued licking and suckling her ass, 
her thighs, the fine fringe of hair on the bottom of her pussy. He 
was ready for more.

     Flipping over onto his back and quickly sliding back 
underneath her, grabbing her around her thighs to make sure she 
couldn't get out, Trevor positioned himself. Aunt Frankie's 
perfect pussy was directly above his mouth.

     The fine patch of fur, the folds of flesh, the hint of dark, wet 
recesses waiting -- he was ready. Remembering what he had 
learned from Aunt Alex, he began with more light kisses. It was 
a little difficult; Aunt Frankie was moving around so much that 
several of his light butterfly kisses turned into hard smacks. 
But he tightened his grip on her thighs and went on to longer 
kisses right on her slit.

     When he slid his tongue inside her for the first time, Aunt 
Frankie let out a long, loud wail. It didn't stop him. Little by 
little, he pushed his tongue into her, deeper and deeper, until it 
was buried as far as he could reach.

     Then he began to explore her cunt, letting his tongue slide in 
and out, flicking at the outer lips one moment, sticking it far 
inside the next.

     When he got to her clit, there was a loud bump and he heard 
Aunt Frankie's yelp of pain as she smacked her head into the top 
of the cupboard. He was a little sorry that he had to keep her 
captive in such an awkward position, but far from sorry enough 
to let her go. He was having too much fun.

     After awhile, it seemed as if Aunt Frankie was having a good 
time, too. At least Trevor noticed that her pussy juices were 
starting to flow, while Aunt Frankie had stopped struggling.

     Cautiously, he slipped one hand from around her thigh and 
brought it down to his face. He was ready at any second to grab 
her again if she tried to get loose, but his aunt didn't make any 
move to escape. 

     Encouraged, Trevor supplemented his probing tongue with 
first one finger, then two, dipping them into his aunt's already 
well-lubricated pussy. As he plunged them in and out, she 
seemed to begin moving with him, not against him. He loosened 
the grip of his other hand and let it roam down Aunt Frankie's 
silken legs and up to her smooth, round ass. With some freedom 
to move now, he twisted his head slightly so the top of it didn't 
keep smacking into the edge of the cupboard's bottom shelf.

     And through it all he kept up his tongue-lashing of his aunt's 
wonderful gash, nibbling gently now and then on the clit, pushing 
his fingers in and out as he hand-humped her. Her juices were 
flowing freely, running down his hand and dripping onto his face 
and neck. Once he'd been disgusted by the thought of eating out a 
woman, but after trying it out he became positively 
enthusiastic, gobbling up Aunt Frankie's hole like it was a bowl 
of ice cream.

     After going quiet for some time, Aunt Frankie began to make 
noise again. But this time it wasn't a scream of pain or a shout 
of protest. She was moaning in ecstasy, or so it seemed to 
Trevor. At least it sounded a lot like Aunt Teddy and Aunt Alex.

     The moans grew louder until suddenly Aunt Frankie's body 
began to tremble all over, very quickly, a jerky motion that 
convulsed her for almost a minute just as her moans reached 
their peak.

     It was different from the other women he had been with, but 
Trevor figured that must have been one of Aunt Frankie's 
orgasms. It seemed to confirm his guess when, after a little 
more probing from his tongue, the tremors started again -- and 
then reoccurred twice more in quick succession, before he felt 
her body sag down onto him.




     Trevor slid out from underneath her and rolled aside. After a 
little while, Aunt Frankie began to stir. There was a small 
rattle of pots and pan, and then she slid out from the cupboard; 
whatever had been snagging her must have worked loose, Trevor 
figured.

     It occurred to him, vaguely, that there was still a chance she 
would not appreciate being held captive and eaten out without 
permission. The feeling was vague not so much because he 
considered himself too good to resist but because lust and the 
joy of eating her cunt had addled his brain; he couldn't form any 
thought very solidly.

     Still, he had enough presence of mind to move back a bit and 
half-sit, half-cower against the refrigerator, waiting to see 
what happened when his aunt got out.

     She emerged, with a couple of pan lids preceding her, looking 
rather frazzled. Her face was flushed, her hair was wildly 
askew, her blouse had been pulled off one shoulder. But she had a 
crooked smile on her face, and the smile grew wider when she 
looked at Trevor.

     At first, she said nothing. Under her steady gaze, Trevor 
came back to his senses. Embarrassed, he realized that he must 
look pretty odd himself, his face a sticky mess of drying pussy 
juice and pubic hairs, his hair rubbed into cowlicks. He smiled 
back at her.

     Aunt Frankie broke the awkward silence.

     "We've got to -- you can't -- I give up. Trevor, I can't talk to 
you unless you wash your face. It just ..."

     He scrambled to his feet and washed off in the sink. By the 
time he was finished and turned around, Aunt Frankie was 
sitting cross-legged on the floor. Her blouse was buttoned to the 
neck. It looked a little silly, because the bottom of the blouse 
hung down over what Trevor knew was her naked cunt. Still, she 
had a serious expression on her face, and Trevor tried to control 
his own emotions as he leaned back.

     "That's better," his aunt said, brushing a few last strands of 
hair back from her face. "Now, Trevor, I -- you know what you 
did was wrong, don't you? You can't ever do that again."

     "I'm sorry, Aunt Frankie." He bowed his head in shame. "I'll 
never do that to you again."

     "Not to anyone, Trev! Come on, you know it's not right!"

     "But, wasn't I any good?"

     She looked away. "You were great. I mean -- that's not what I 
mean. I mean you can't force yourself on a woman. It's just 
wrong."

     "But I didn't rape..."

     Her head whipped back to face him. "Just because you didn't 
fuck me? There are all sorts of rape, Trev. Bottom line is that 
no means no. Force is never right."

     "Not even when you do it out of love?"

     The question was innocent and simple, but the looks that 
quickly passed over her face were anything but. "Oh, Trev..."

     "Look, I understand about not forcing, and I'm sorry, I really 
am. But I'm not sorry that I did it with you, and you'll never get 
me to feel that way. I mean, God, Aunt Frankie, I've wanted you 
since -- well, ever since I can remember."

     His aunt's cheeks were flushed. "That's so sweet, Trev. But 
the love between an aunt and a nephew -- well, it's different."

     "It doesn't have to be -- does it?"

     She drew a sharp breath. "It..." Her eyes went to the floor, 
then left and right. She shook her head briskly and spoke, in a 
bright voice. "Say, where did you learn to do that, anyway?"

     Trevor could recognize someone changing the subject, at 
least when they did it as awkwardly as Aunt Frankie just did. 
But he wasn't inclined to argue. Unfortunately, he wasn't 
inclined to think before speaking, either.

     "From Aunt Alex."

     The second he said it, he realized what he'd done. Aunt 
Frankie's jaw dropped and her hands, up to now clasped in her 
lap, slapped against the floor. "Alex? You've gone down on Alex?"

     "Well -- yeah."

     "And just when was this?"

     "Last weekend."

     "Did you hold her down, too?"

     "No."

     "So she asked for it?"

     "Yeah."

     "And why -- wait, maybe I don't want to know that. I can't 
believe it. Alex? Alex! I would have believed Teddy, maybe..."

     "Oh, I -- uh..." He didn't stop soon enough.

     "Teddy too?" Aunt Frankie's eyes were wide, her eyebrows as 
high as they could go. "You went down on Teddy?"

     "No, not that..."

     "Jesus, Trevor, you -- you fucked her?"

     "Well, yeah. I..."

     "God, you've done all three of your aunts. Who's next, your 
grandmother? Or your cousins?"

     "Oh, they..."

     Aunt Frankie's mouth opened, but before she could respond, 
the phone rang. The shrill tremolo shocked them both, but she 
was the first to come back to normal, and she scrambled to her 
feet and grabbed the wall phone. Trevor, meanwhile, eased into 
one of the kitchen chairs.

     It was his parents, as he gathered by Aunt Frankie's answers. 
"No, Trevor and I are doing fine," she said, looking back at him 
sharply. "He's -- uh, he was showing me something he'd learned. 
Yeah, right, in school. Oh, biology, I think. 

     "Look, so -- oh, how much longer? Yeah, you're right, Evan 
deserves a treat. Look, you take him out to dinner, maybe a 
movie. I'll hold down the fort here until you get back.

     "What? Oh, yeah, Trevor's eaten. 

     "Well, see you. Bye."

     She hung up the phone, but stayed facing the wall for a 
minute or so. That allowed Trevor to drink in the sight of her 
long, luscious legs again, and his cock -- which never had gone 
down much -- stiffened back to its full length. He squirmed in 
his chair, trying to relieve the pressure on it from his jeans. He 
did, but that only meant producing a huge bulge that he was 
afraid his aunt couldn't miss.

     His fears came true, for when Aunt Frankie turned to him, her 
eyes went immediately to his crotch.

     But then, to his amazement, she didn't yell at him. She licked 
her lips, putting an extra gloss on her bright red lipstick.

     "I make you hot, don't I, Trevor?" She took a step toward him.

     "Yeah -- uh, yes," he stammered.

     "Hotter than Teddy? Than Alex? Than Cat and Reed?"

     He smiled. "Yeah. Hotter than all of them."

     "Mmmm. I like that. You know, I still have to pay you. For not 
squealing to your mom about what I did to her kitchen, I mean. 
And if you won't take money..."

     Aunt Frankie undid her blouse's buttons one by one, each time 
pulling the sides apart a little further, revealing the twin 
mounds of her breasts squeezed into a black, lacy bra. As she let 
finished and let the blouse slip to the floor, Trevor let out a 
long, deep sigh. Of all the women he'd ever seen, Aunt Frankie 
was the most beautiful. Everything about her was smooth, 
inviting curves. And when she unhooked her bra and let it fall to 
the floor, she unleashed the biggest, roundest tits. The sight 
made him shiver.

     "You're a little overdressed, Trev," she said with a giggle. 
Without taking his eyes off his aunt's incredible naked body, 
Trevor kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. She tugged 
off his jeans as he hastily pulled off his shirt, and soon they 
were both naked, Trevor's hard cock pointing eagerly at his 
aunt's massive mammaries.

     Aunt Frankie sat on his lap, facing him, his dick poking into 
her firm stomach. They kissed, hotly, tongues twisting together. 
Trevor thrilled at the feel of her firm tits squashing against his 
chest. He kissed her cheek, her neck, and then Aunt Frankie 
slipped her heels around the rungs of the chair legs and pushed 
up, lifting her breasts to his eager mouth. He suckled the 
glorious globes, paying special attention to the pert nipples 
surrounded by small, dark halos.

     Aunt Frankie had begun to writhe above him, and the friction 
of his cockhead rubbing against the fur of her pubic mound made 
a few drops of pre-cum ooze out of his prick's one-eyed tip. 

     He was hard and ready, then, when his aunt rose a bit higher 
until her hot, wet pussy lips were just above his bobbing dick. 
With one hand she held onto his neck for support; the other 
stroked down her body, caressing her breasts and flanks before 
grasping the hard rod and holding it firmly as, in one firm, fluid 
motion, she impaled herself full length on his manhood.

     As his aunt's pussy lips plunged down his cock, Trevor 
marveled at yet another experience of a Reed woman. Aunt 
Frankie's cunt felt like a satin glove, giving him the sensation of 
filling her from wall to wall, top to bottom. When she bottomed 
out, her pubic mound bumping against his groin, Trevor felt as if 
the tip of his cock was at the very limit of her tunnel, 
stretching it to the limit. Each time she rose and let her pussy 
lips drag along the length of his shaft, she forced another groan 
from him as the utter ecstasy was almost too much to bear. She 
kept such a tight grip on his cock all the while that he feared 
she would tear it out by the roots on one of her upward drives.

     And when she plunged down onto it, driving it deep into her 
body, Trevor shuddered at the sheer force of her motion, and his 
hips desperately bucked upward, trying to smash his cock 
further, ever further into Aunt Frankie's hungry cunt.

     "God, Aunt Frankie," he managed to gasp, "you're incredible! 
I've never felt anything like this! I -- oh, no! I'm ... 
Aaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!" 

     With a surge that left every other muscle in his body limp, 
Trevor's cock rocketed its payload into his aunt's pussy, throb 
after throb of cum pulsing into her. She kept up her driving 
plunges until she had milked every last drop of jism from him 
and he was sagging back against the chair, exhausted.

     He tried to apologize for cumming so quickly, but Aunt 
Frankie shushed him with a deep soul kiss, keeping his shrinking 
cock trapped within her sodden cunt. Producing exquisite agony 
for him, his aunt wriggled on his rod, producing just enough 
friction on his super-sensitive cockhead to force half-strangled 
moans from his chest.

     Though he was sure his blasting orgasm had left him spent, 
Aunt Frankie's continued massage soon had him half-hard again 
and eager for more. He was disappointed when she slipped off 
his member and stepped back, but his disappointment turned to 
joy when he saw her kneel before him and purse her bright red 
lips.

     Her lipstick left a faint red smear as she sucked the tip of 
his cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she vacuumed 
it clean and took more and more of his shaft until again he felt 
himself testing her limits, this time with his prick prodding the 
back of his aunt's throat.

     Trevor didn't have much time to compare her technique to 
Aunt Teddy's, for no sooner had her sucking gotten him fully hard 
again than Aunt Frankie let his cock pop out of her mouth.

     Leading him with one hand wrapped firmly around his rigid 
prick, Aunt Frankie brought them to the kitchen island and 
leaned back against it, spreading her legs wide. He entered her 
slowly, savoring every second as his cock again slipped inside 
her well-lubricated slit and explored every inch of her hot 
tunnel. Again they moved in rhythm, in and out, stroke for 
stroke. As the tempo increased Aunt Frankie lifted her legs and 
wrapped them around him, her silk stockings sliding easily 
against his skin, her high heels leaving red streaks as they 
scratched against his ass. He never felt the pain, all his nerves 
concentrating on the sensation of his dick rising and falling in 
his aunt's pussy.

     Once again he brought her to orgasm, her moans rising until 
again she broke into a paroxysm of tremors that lasted at least 
a full minute and returned twice more.

     He was still hard, though, and kept up his assault on her cunt. 
But their bodies had become so slippery with sweat that they 
began to slide around on the island wall, and he could not keep 
his footing. One exuberant thrust of his shaft almost sent them 
both tumbling to the floor, before Aunt Frankie, laughing, pushed 
him away.

     He didn't have time to worry that it was over, for she quickly 
scrambled onto the top of the island, sending a stack of papers 
and a wicker bowl of fruit cascading to the floor. As Trevor 
climbed up after her, Aunt Frankie got on her hands and knees. He 
assumed his spot behind her and placed his cock at the entrance 
to her cunt, but she wiggled away from him.

     "I want you in my ass, Trevor. Fuck me in the ass!"

     "I've never..."

     "Don't argue, just fuck me! I want it now!" She reached behind 
and smeared some of her abundant pussy juices around her 
puckered brown asshole, lubricating it enough for her to slide 
one finger inside. Trevor watched as she finger-fucked her own 
butt, groaning with pleasure. Before long he got the idea and 
replaced her finger with his own, sliding it into the tight 
opening and keeping up the steady rhythm while with his other 
hand he stroked his cock, greasing it up with cum and sweat.

     At last he was ready and carefully placed his prick against 
the small hole hidden in the cleft of his aunt's perfect ass. The 
cockhead looked so massive compared to the tiny opening, but 
Aunt Frankie urged him on. With gentle pressure, one hand 
holding his shaft steady, Trevor pushed his rod into her. Slowly, 
very slowly, the dark brown ring gave way, so slowly that he 
didn't realize how far he had gotten until the ring slid over the 
edge of his dick's helmet and settled around the shaft.

     Aunt Frankie was fingering her cunt frantically, but she 
urged him to take it slow and easy. Trevor carefully pushed 
deeper into her, but after only an inch or two he stopped.

     "It won't go in anymore, Aunt Frankie," he said, bending over 
her. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you!"

     "You can't hurt me, Trevor. You can't hurt me. And I want it 
all. I want all of that delicious cock of yours in my dirty little 
asshole. Like this!"

     With a grunt, she backed into him, driving his cock full-
length into her ass. The sight of her butthole clutching the base 
of his cock drove Trevor wild, and he slammed his shaft in and 
out of her. 

     The combination of her own finger-fucking and Trevor's rod 
pumping her ass soon drove Aunt Frankie into yet another 
orgasm, this one longer and wilder than the others  He had to 
grab her around the waist to keep from being shaken off as she 
trembled and shook, finally collapsing onto her stomach. Trevor 
slid his cock out of his aunt's ass and rubbed it back and forth in 
the valley between the globes of her ass until her breathing 
returned to normal.

     Then she flipped onto her back and spread her legs wide, her 
high heels poking toward the ceiling. Trevor dove on top of her 
and smashed his cock into her sodden pussy for another long 
session of rutting. More than once he felt on the verge of another 
orgasm, but a slowdown in tempo would allow the feeling to go 
away. He didn't want to come, only because he never wanted to 
stop fucking his aunt. Her body stretched out nude underneath 
him was so utterly fantastic that he felt no pain from the many 
scratches he had accumulated in their mad lovemaking, no ache 
from his knees as they rested on the hard surface of the island, 
no weakness in his arms, locked stiffly into place on either side 
of her perfect breasts, holding him up as he drove his cock into 
her eager cunt again and again and again and again.

     "Do it, Trevor," she urged him, sweat flying off her face as 
she twisted underneath and met each downward thrust of his 
hips with a bucking of her own. "Fuck me forever, baby. Fuck me 
so hard I can't walk. I want you to ram that hard cock of yours 
into your Aunt Frankie's pussy. Deeper, Trevor, deeper! Stick it 
all in me, that's the way! Fuck that hot little pussy of mine. 
FUCK IT! FUCK IT!"

     When at last his arms gave out and he had to fall onto her 
chest, his cock was still hard and long. Aunt Frankie held him 
there, sliding her hands across his back, pressing hot kisses on 
his lips, until he had regained enough strength to roll over.

     Then she helped him to the floor and laid him out on his back, 
his dick still standing up straight as a flagpole. Cooing to him, 
Aunt Frankie lowered herself onto his shaft, very slowly this 
time. Up and down she rode him, so slowly he could feel her 
pussy lips dragging along his rod, slipping inward a little as she 
let herself down.

     Her breasts hung down above him, and he reached for them, 
massaging her tits, rubbing the still-erect nipples between his 
fingers.

     Her slow-motion humping finally sent him over the edge. 
"God, Aunt Frankie, this is it. I'm gonna -- I'm gonna -- I'm gonna 
CUM!" The first shot of his warm jism into her tunnel sent Aunt 
Frankie into a wild orgasm of her own. "Fuck me, Trevor, fill me 
with your cum," she shrieked as the spasms overtook her. "Fuck 
me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeohgod FUCK ME!" 

     It was a dual orgasm that lasted forever, both of them 
desperate to wring every last second from this pairing. Trevor 
pushed himself to the limit, ignoring his exhaustion to hump up 
at his aunt's wonderful cunt, sending surge after surge of cum 
into her. Aunt Frankie, in between spasms, twisted her pussy 
down onto his shaft, madly groping her own tits, finding every 
last ounce of passion and expending it all in one massive 
outpouring of sexual frenzy. A deep flush spread over her chest 
and she almost stopped breathing as she squatted obscenely on 
her nephew's fading cock, desperate not to miss a moment of the 
feel of his rod within her. 

     At long last his cock shriveled away and popped out of her 
utterly soaked cunt, and Aunt Frankie got off of her nephew and 
lay down beside him on the cool kitchen floor, one hand weakly 
caressing his heaving chest.

     When the fog of passion lifted, many minutes later, they both 
realized at once how long they must have been tangled together. 
In a burst of action that belied the deep weariness they both 
felt, Trevor and his aunt leaped to their feet and scrambled into 
their clothes. Half-dressed, they swept around the kitchen, 
picking up papers and bruised fruit, mopping up their secretions 
from the floor with a wetted-down wad of paper towels.

     A few spritzes from a lemon-scented cleaner helped to mask 
some of the odors from their bout of lovemaking, but Trevor 
fretted still. There was no Aunt Teddy to cover up for him this 
time. Aunt Frankie must have noticed the lingering evidence of 
their lust as well, for she suggested they whip up a quick 
dinner, even if they barely had time to scarf it down before his 
parents would come home, so that at least the cooking smells 
would provide cover.

     But one look at the curdling mess in the bowl that once had 
been omelets-to-be convinced them they would have to look 
elsewhere. While Trevor dumped the yellow mixture, Aunt 
Frankie pawed through the fridge and freezer, finally emerging 
with a plastic bag slightly frosted over. Even wiping off the bag 
left the contents a mystery, for a thick layer of icy crystals had 
formed inside. But time was running out and they couldn't afford 
to be picky. Trevor tossed the frozen package into the 
microwave and set it on high. While the fan whirred, he and his 
aunt put the rest of their clothes on, sharing a few last, 
lingering kisses. The insistent beep of the microwave 
interrupted their last embrace. 

     As they pulled apart, they simultaneously recognized the 
scent now filling the kitchen.

     "Pizza!" Aunt Frankie said, giggling.

     "Isn't that what I said in the first place?" Trevor answered, 
before bursting into laughter himself.

     They had just flushed the last of the pizza down the toilet, 
still laughing, when Trevor's parents and Evan came through the 
front door. Aunt Frankie told them it was a private joke as she 
shucked on her jacket and wished them good night.

     

To be continued ...



