Note: This story contains material of a sexual nature. You
have been warned.
AUNT KAREN
Chapter 1
A Bird in the Hand
I was always fond of my Aunt Karen; she was a grown-up for
sure, but really not that much older than my sister and I. She
occasionally baby sat us and we always had a fun time with
her.
As I got older and started to have "manly urges," I also
noticed that she was a very attractive woman. I thought the
world of her. That is, until that summer she spent at my house
when she brought that world crashing down around me.
I was twelve, and my sister, Carol, was eight at the time.
Aunt Karen was taking some summer courses at the college in
town, so it was agreed (by my mom) that she live in with us
for the summer before moving back into the dorm in the fall.
Translated into plain and simple English, I lost my room. My
aunt took possession of my bedroom and I was relegated to a
day-bed on the enclosed porch. Not that I minded the physical
arrangements. The bed was comfortable, it was neat to feel the
cool night breezes, and I loved to hear the rain beat on the
tin roof of the shed out back. What bothered me the most was
my loss of privacy.
Several months before Aunt Karen arrived, I discovered the
joys of masturbation. I had always played with myself, but
there's that special time in a boy's life when he first comes
with sperm that makes the occasion all the more enjoyable. And
now, all that was missing.; I seemed never to be left alone.
So I was greatly excited the evening when Aunt Karen announced
that she would be taking Carol shopping at the mall across
town the following day. I slept fitfully planning the
possibilities of penis play in the house all alone for hours
at a time.
I awoke with the typical hard-on that proclaimed my entry into
puberty. I couldn't tell if Aunt Karen noticed it or not. The
thought that she might see it embarrassed me tremendously. I
had a tough time concentrating all morning. Mom went to work,
and I
tried watching TV while Aunt Karen did some chores around the
house. Carol was still sleeping. I swear, that girl could
sleep all day! If only she would get up, and the two of them
get out to the mall.
Carol eventually did rouse from her slumber and after an
all-too-leisurely breakfast, finally got dressed. My aunt and
my sister departed at 11 o'clock. Two minutes later, I was in
the bathroom with my magazine spread out on top of the toilet
tank. I had my penis in hand already, and was sinking to my
knees in front of the toilet while fumbling at the vanity for
the hand lotion. Damn! It wasn't there. Then I remembered mom
using it the previous night in the kitchen.
Shoving my penis back into my pants, I ran downstairs to
retrieve it. As I was busy at the counter in the kitchen, my
aunt's car pulled back into the driveway, and my sister
bounded out of the car, came charging through the front door,
and ran up the steps. She yelled an out-of-breath, "Auntie
forgot her purse," as she passed though the living room.
Meanwhile my aunt was making a much slower, but more graceful
entrance into the house. From upstairs we heard my sister's
urgent call, "Auntie, come up here!"
I knew what it was as soon as I heard it. I wanted to shrink
into the floor. My aunt took the steps two at a time. I stood
in the living room like I did on the porch whenever a
thunderstorm approached. All was silent; all was clam, yet I
knew that violence and noise was soon to follow. I could hear
the clock tick in the living room. The second hand must have
made about a quarter of a sweep before I heard my aunt shout,
"David, get up here!"
I decided to face the inevitable and slowly marched up the
steps to my fate. My fate wasn't exactly what I thought it
would be. I was expecting the lecture part but what followed
was never a part of my darkest dreams or wildest fantasies.
My aunt stood at the top of the stairs, legs panted firmly
apart, with one hand knuckled on her waist, and the other
waving the magazine menacingly. "What is the meaning of this?"
she bellowed. God, she sounded just like my mom! In spite of
the nearly 15 years difference in their ages, here was no
doubt that they were sisters.
"I don't know," I said defensively.
"Where did you get such filth? ANSWER ME, young man!"
I could see Carol in the corner, stifling a giggle. She always
liked it when she could get the best of me.
I stammered, "I got it from my friend, Bobby Richards. I
traded him a baseball glove for it."
"And do you like looking at pictures of naked women?" she
retorted.
"No."
"No? Don't lie to me. You like doing it, or you wouldn't give
up a glove for it. I bet you get all hard looking at these
pictures, don't you."
I blushed. Partly because here was my aunt, and she knew about
hard-ons; mostly because she was announcing it in front of my
kid sister. I looked over to Carol; she knew something was up,
but didn't comprehend. Aunt Karen caught my glance and her
puzzled look and came to the same conclusion.
She turned to Carol and asked, "Do you know what we're talking
about, sweetheart?"
Carol simply shook her head no.
"Well, when boys get sexually excited they get erections, or
hard-ons."
Carol nodded at that, "I heard some boys at school talk about
hard-ons. I didn't know what they meant."
"Did you ever hear them talk about `jerking off?'" my aunt
queried.
"Yes, one boy said that another boy did it and then the other
boy got mad."
"Do you know what jerking off is, Carol."
"No Auntie."
"Well, it's about time you learn."
-=o=-
Carol's Sex Education
"Get your butt into that bathroom, David!" my aunt commanded.
"If
you want to play with yourself while looking at women, we'll
give you your chance. Only this time, you'll be the one that's
naked, and we'll be the ones who are looking."
It never occurred to me to disobey my aunt. She sounded so
authoritative. I marched with head hung low into the bathroom.
I could hear Carol snicker, but I couldn't make eye contact
with her.
My aunt pointed to the toilet. "OK, pervert, pull `em down and
do it!"
I felt so embarrassed. I always fantasized about my aunt, and
now instead of being though well of by her, I was being
humiliated by her. The feeling was amplified by the presence
of my 8-year-old sister ogling my every move.
As I was pulling my shorts down my aunt challenged, "I bet
you've been jerking off a lot lately."
"Oh, no Auntie," I answered truthfully, "Honestly! I swear!"
"Come on, when's the last time you got it off?" she asked.
"Last week. -- the day you arrived ... when mom picked you up
at the airport."
"Good, then you'll put on a good show for your sister and me."
By now I was naked from the waist down. I knelt at the toilet.
Carol took up her position against the door facing me. Aunt
Karen looked in from the side. A fleeting glance at Carol told
me that she was excited. Her eyes were opened wide and she was
biting her lower lip nervously. She finally got brave enough
to speak, "Auntie, it looks different."
"What do you mean, Carol?"
"It's big and it sticks out all by itself."
I knew that Carol knew what boys looked like. I'm sure mom had
that talk with her and used the same book that she used with
me. Carol had an anatomically correct boy-doll, and she had
watched as one of my mom's friends changed her infant son. I
also suspected that she had experiences with boys near her own
age, watching them "make pee." None of them; however: book,
doll, infant, little boys, had erections.
"That's a hard-on, dear. It means that David is excited and
wants to do this for us? Girls can make boys have erections
just about any time they want. Isn't that right, David?"
"Yes Auntie." I wouldn't dare disagree with her.
"Well, David, what are you waiting for? Go ahead. Do it!"
"I have to get some hand lotion to make it slippery." I
complained.
"No you don't," my aunt challenged. "We can make it slippery
for you." "Carol, help me spit on his penis." The two females
leaned over, pursed their lips and let their saliva drip onto
my penis. Within moments I had enough girl spit on my organ to
start my assigned task.
I started playing with myself. There comes a point to which I
can tease myself, and I either have to stop or have go on.
It's a very fine line, and once I step over it I have to
continue. There's a "danger zone" were I am over the line and
excited, but still haven't ejaculated yet. When I'm in this
condition, I am at the total mercy of my body and I just have
to keep on masturbating until I come. I remember being there
and aware of what I was doing and who was watching. I really
didn't care about the circumstances -- that I was forced to do
this with a female audience looking on. I heard Carol giggle.
I even heard my aunt gasp. I reached the line from the very
moment I first started stroking; I had to go on. Nothing could
stop me.
I pumped my penis for a matter of moments before I exploded
with my first ejaculation of the day. After such a long
abstinence, it felt great.. I deposited a large load into the
toilet. My first squirt shot clear across the bowl and landed
on the seat on the far side. The rest made audible splats as
they hit the water. I looked down and saw the clouds of come
floating in the bowl.
"Very good," my aunt complimented. "You weren't lying. You
haven't been playing with yourself recently."
"How can you tell, Auntie?" Carol asked.
"Boys have to recharge. They can't come all the time. The more
times they do it in a day, the less stuff comes out when they
do it. I'll show you more about that later."
My aunt wasn't kidding. She kept me naked well into the
afternoon. Every half hour, like clockwork, she would take me
to the bathroom and make me masturbate for her and Carol. By
the time it was ready for my mom to come home, I was orgasming
with only the weakest dribble on each ejaculation.
My aunt summarized the lesson for Carol. "That's how you can
tell if a boy has been playing with himself. Make him jack off
for you. If he has big squirts like David did this morning,
then he's been a good boy. Otherwise, he's been naughty."