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By Rick Dean (shadow_cross1@hotmail.com)


I'd love to tell you a story about a man who meets a woman, who falls madly in love with said woman and ends up marrying her. They have 2.5 kids, a dog and cat, the suburban home with a minivan and white collar jobs which net both a combined, $300,000.00 a year, give or take a grand.

My story, however, doesn't contain one single aspect of what I just mentioned, aside from the part about the love. That, in and of itself, it's odd or unusual. People fall in love every single day of their lives, some for better and some for worse.

My case though, wasn't about the lack of love the had presented itself to me, it was there in abundance. No, it was the source of the love. You see, of all the people in the world with whom I could form an intimate attachment, mine happened with my Father's older sister. Yes, with my aunt.... Aunt Sheila.

To begin, I'll tell you a bit about who I am, where I'm from and what my life is like. Firstly, my given name is Shawn Lawrence Tyler (though Shawn works in a pinch), I'm 20 years old (born in 1981 for the mathematically challenged), hail from Chicago, Illinois in the great United States of America and have a very tight knit family. The irony of "tight knit" isn't lost on me however. Aunt Sheila and I were about to become more tight knit than I ever dared imagine.

My Father, Carey Tyler, was one of three children who, like me, was born and raised in the greater Chicago area. Dad has one older sister, Sheila, who is 54 and who also lives here in Chicago, and a brother named Carl, 56, who lives in Indianapolis, Indiana. Dad is 51 years old and married a woman named Lois (I call her mom though, I think she prefers it) who is also 51. They met when they were 18 years of age and married a few years later. They had one child and one child only. I think you know who I'm talking about.

Aunt Sheila married my Uncle Doug when she was 23 and they have no children of which to speak. Uncle Carl married a woman named Susan and they divorced when I was 4 years old. He remarried another woman who my Dad refers to as, "The Bitch," for whatever reason, and together they have 2 children of their own.

Now growing up, it was always my parents, myself and Aunt Sheila and Uncle Doug doing things together. We lived on the same block in the same suburb of Des Plaines and for years everything was done together, as a family. If dad and uncle Doug went down to the local watering hole, mom and Aunt Sheila would either go shopping, find a yard sale or play a game of cards with some friends while I found other ways to amuse myself. Usually, I played with other kids in the neighborhood or found my way onto the Nintendo for hours at a time.

When we went on a vacation, it was always together, the five of us, no matter where we went. Some years it would be down to Florida and others, we'd go to the mountains of Tennessee. A couple of times in the early 90's, we even took a trips to Colorado and Montana to sightsee along the Rocky Mountains. As I grew up, it was as though I had two sets of parents as opposed to one set and an aunt and uncle. Mom and Aunt Sheila always doted on me as well. As a child, they'd pinch my cheeks and laugh at me and the "squirrel face" I had when those cheeks were being tightly pressed between their fingers. I'd always smile a dopey smile at them and then, either make my way back to my room to play a game or go outside to ride my bike.

When puberty came at age 13, I was no longer the skinny, blonde haired child I had been before. My body was transforming into that of a young man. My voice deepened, my hair changed from dirty blonde to a light brown and my body began to add muscle. Over the next couple of years, with playing football and basketball in school, running track and lifting weights, my body was a firm, muscular 6' 1" tall, 215 pounds.

However, My mom and aunt Sheila still suffered under the delusion that I was a child still and pinched my cheeks until they formed the "squirrel face" both seemed to enjoy seeing so much.

I graduated from High School in 1999 and from there, I chose a local community vocational college to attend. I decided upon taking courses that would involve working on cars, since that was something that was instilled into me at an early age: the love for automobiles. Both my dad and uncle Doug would spend hours out in their respective garages working on their muscle cars. Uncle Doug had a very nice, black '68 Camaro with a 350 that he restored from a nearby junkyard. He had worked on it, I believe, the better part of 8 years before he completed it in 2000.

My dad was more partial to Fords than Chevys and he had his own car to restore. A 1971 Ford Mustang he had bought off a guy who had it listed in the newspaper. The car had been ragged out and the engine was practically shot, but with a little TLC, dad restored it to it's original condition. I thought he actually improved upon it by the time he had finished and wouldn't be surprised if he could win some prize money showing it off whenever a muscle car show popped up around town.

But I digress. I moved out of my parent's home shortly after graduating High School and before enrolling in the vocational school that I just mentioned in the prior paragraph. I had a friend from High School named Kevin Hill, who had a small apartment behind said vocational school, and he and I moved in together. It was a 2 minute walk to my classes and only about a 10 minute drive back to Des Plaines to see my parents and Aunt Sheila and Uncle Doug whenever I needed or wanted to.


The next moment I'll never forget as long as I live. It was 2:30 am on a cold October morning when my phone rang. I picked it up and immediately sensed something was amiss. I heard someone sobbing on the other end but couldn't make out any words whatsoever.

"Hello," I spoke into the phone, semi-groggy due to having just been in bed sleeping for about 45 minutes before it rang. "Shu.... Shawn.... cuh.... come home," the voice managed to get out. I then recognized it as my mother!

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice quivering a bit. She never had sounded this bad that I could recall, not even when her own mother passed away in 1996. She was saddened but she dealt with it very well I though. If she had passed away, I know I would have been an emotional wreck.

"I'll be there in a few minutes mom!" I said. Then quickly put on my clothes, grabbed my wallet and keys and raced out the front door to my '78 Corvette which was parked on a side street, adjacent to the apartment.

As I floored the accelerator, all kinds of scenarios ran through my head. None of which was comforting to me in the least. By the time I arrived home, I saw mom and Aunt Sheila together on the porch waiting for me.

Both were hugging and crying, supporting one another as it were. I placed my arms around the shoulders of both and placed myself in the middle, walking the three of us inside, due to the very cold weather.

Aunt Sheila had her face pressed into my armpit, sobbing while mom managed to look up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. She coughed a bit and tried to speak. Nothing wanted to come out.

"Mom? Try and speak slowly, please." I hugged her close and she nodded. "Shu... Shawn," she mumbled, "Your dad and Uncle Doug were in an accident."

Deep down in my gut that was what I had suspected she was going to tell me. Seeing neither of them present when I arrived was a huge indication that this was about them, in some way, shape or form.

Mom spoke up again, "They were coming home from O'Malley's Tavern when another driver ran a red light and hit them! I spoke to the police and the other driver was drunk. The don't even remember what happened, Shawn!"

I hugged my mom closer and said, "Mom... what else happened?" Aunt Sheila cried harder still, her face pressed deeper into my arm if that was possible. It felt very uncomfortable and a little painful even but I wasn't about to push my aunt away just because of a little discomfort on my part.

Mom sighed heavily and loudly, then turned up to me and looked me directly in the eyes. I thought then she would tell me Dad had died. Probably the last thing on this earth I wanted to hear. I braced myself for it though. "Shawn, your dad is in the hospital with some broken bones. Uncle Doug wasn't as lucky though. They were in his Camaro with Doug driving. Honey, Uncle Doug died earlier."

Tears welled up in my eyes like a fountain cranked up to the max it can go. I felt my lips and face quiver and my knees wanted to buckle under me. I couldn't though, not with my mom and aunt counting on me for support. I hugged both of them closer and moved over to the couch where we could all sit. Aunt Sheila never looked up at me the entire time, she continued sobbing and rubbing her face on my jacket.

I thought to myself, how could this happen? Why would someone be so stupid as to drink and drive and then hurt my father and kill my uncle? Motherfucker!! Cocksucking son of a bitch!! Who the fuck are you to kill a man who was like a second father to me? Who the fuck are you to put my dad in the hospital you cocksucking son of a whore?" I was very angry at that second and wanted to kill the person responsible. If not for my mom and aunt depending upon me, undoubtedly I would have gone after them and did to them what they did to my Uncle Doug.

I didn't realize it but I was subconsciously stroking Aunt Sheila's hair while she rested her face against me. She continued to wail and sob but it sounded as though she subsided a bit while I did that to her.

Mom spoke up again, "Dad will be alright Shawn, he'll just need to be hospitalized for a few days and then when he returns home, I'll take care of him here. A taxi is coming in a few minutes to take me to the hospital to see him." I nodded slowly up and down at my mother, feeling like Forrest Gump as I did. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, like it wasn't even really happening at all. But it was and it had. My father was hurt badly and my uncle. My uncle was dead because some dumbfuck couldn't do what my mom was about to and call a taxi.

"Shawn?" Mom spoke much softer now and pulled me close. "Aunt Sheila is not dealing with this at all, as you can tell. I want you to take her back to her house and look after her. If she needs anything I want you to be there for her, ok? Can you do that for me, son?" I nodded again. I wanted to go with my mother and see my dad but she was right. Aunt Sheila needed me more at this moment than he did and with luck, I'd be able to see him sometime tomorrow.

I leaned over and kissed mom on the cheek, then said, "I'll take good care of her mom, you can count on me." Then taking off my jacket I draped it over Aunt Sheila. We stood and I placed my around her shoulder, then said, "Aunt Sheila, c'mon I'll take you home." With that she rose from the couch, placed her arm around my waist and I walked her to my car. With her house being right down the street it took maybe of a minute, literally, for us to arrive there. I walked her up to the front door where she handed me her set of keys. Then I fumbled with them momentarily until I found the one to unlock the door.

We made our way in and stumbled a bit before I found the light. Aunt Sheila still didn't speak a word, just softly cried and continued to press her face against me. I removed my jacket from her shoulders and said gently, "Aunt Sheila? I don't know what to say to you Aunt Sheila ... I'm at a loss for words. I loved Uncle Doug too... I know not in the manner you did..." My voice trailed off... it sounded tiny and hollow as the words fell from my lips. I never finished that sentence.

I sighed to myself then said, "Aunt Sheila you need your sleep. Please go change and go to bed. I'll sleep in the guest bedroom, alright?"

She nodded at me and made her way to the bathroom she had in her bedroom. As she changed, I pulled my shoes off and made my way to the guest bedroom, which was directly across from hers. I undid my covers and slowly crawled under them, my mind racing from what I had just taken in recently.

A few moments later I looked up to see her standing in the doorway. She had on a T-shirt and, I assume panties. I say I assume because I didn't see due to her shirt coming down to almost her knees. She smiled tearily at me and said, "Goodnight Shawn."

I replied back, "Goodnight, Aunt Sheila." Then placed my head on the pillow, shut off the light, and tried to sleep. I couldn't though. My mind continued to race and go seemingly, in a thousand different directions at once. This happened for roughly 15 minutes, give or take, when I heard Aunt Sheila crying loudly. I was wearing a pair of boxers and didn't think it would be appropriate to go into her room with just those on, so I put my T-shirt back on as well, then went into her room.

Her lights were out but I could make out her form, due to the nightlight in her bathroom shining under the door. I sat next to her on the bed and said, "Aunt Sheila?"

She didn't reply back so I said it a little louder, "Aunt Sheila... are you alright?" That sounded ridiculous coming from my mouth. Of course she wasn't all right! She had just lost her husband, the man she had loved to a drunk driver, and I'm asking if she's all right. She spoke up softly, with a child like innocence. "No... no Shawn... I'm not." I reached over and rubbed her shoulder some. She was laying on her right side, facing away from me as she spoke. She said, "I loved your Uncle Doug so much and now he's gone. Oh My God he's gone!!" She sounded to me like my own inner voice had: Still in disbelief, like you never thought this could happen to you, but it did.

I replied, "I know you did Aunt Sheila. And words can't begin to describe the loss of him. But now... now you just need your sleep. Please try and do that for me? I can get you some warm milk if you like?"

I thought perhaps warm milk would help. I had heard someone say before it puts you to sleep if you really need to, so I figured I'd give it a shot.

"No.... no milk for me." I exhaled softly and said, "Ok Aunt Sheila, go to bed and please try to sleep. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."

That's when she did the unexpected. She turned and placed her hand on top of mine. "No Shawn... please don't go."

I was taken aback a bit. Those words were not ones I ever thought I'd hear her say to me, at least not in this context. "I just need to be held, sweetie, ok?" She said with what I could make out to be a truly innocent look on her face. The nightlight had given off just enough luminosity for me to make out her face and slight smile.

"Ok Aunt Sheila, I'll stay." I then climbed under the covers with her and placed my left hand on her waist. She, in turn, placed her hand on top of mine and placed her head against the back of my chest. "Night Shawn."

Aunt Sheila quickly dozed off as my hand lay on her waist. I think she had to have this. Had to have this, with a capital H. She and Uncle Doug were very touchy feely people. They kissed a lot, here and also in public.

I think she was so accustomed to cuddling, she couldn't fall asleep any other way. I thought it was so odd to be in bed with my aunt, but it didn't have any type of sexual connotation to it. To me, she had always been my Aunt Sheila, nothing more and nothing less. I suppose I shouldn't say anything more, because she was a second mom to me. Always let me watch TV at her house or camp out in her back yard. Yeah, she was more than just my aunt.

I lay wide-awake as she slept. My mind again racing about what had occurred. My dad in the hospital. My Uncle Doug, dead and on a slab in a morgue somewhere. Me, in bed next to my Dad's sister. This wasn't par for the course for me. My life was tossed upside down, shaken a bit and then given a great big kick to the balls. That's what my life was like now.

As I continued to ponder, I thought to myself for the first time how attractive my Aunt Sheila really was. I had known she was an attractive woman, yes, but never had any sexual attraction to her before. I wasn't feeling that now either. I was more so feeling tired from the events of the day and my lack of sleep from the night before.

I still considered, for a few brief moments, that Aunt Sheila was very sexy and attractive. A blonde with medium length hair, a year around tan (thanks to the tanning beds when we weren't on vacation) and a slim build of 5' 2" and 104 pounds, give or take. As I thought about that, my mind started to drift and before I knew it, I, too, was asleep.


The next couple of days seemed to move in slow motion at times, and at other times, screamed into fast forward. Dad was still in the hospital and couldn't attend Uncle Doug's viewing or funeral. My mom attended to dad's needs however and made sure that he had enough to eat, something to watch on TV at all times and was basically, a nurse at the hospital who just didn't get paid to do her job. Dad recuperated, though, slowly but surely and in a few days time, he was allowed to be taken home.

During that span of time, when I wasn't at school or working my part time job in an auto shop, I was spending it with Aunt Sheila. She held up very well at the funeral and everyone was amazed at how she was coping with the loss of her husband.

She was a strong woman, much stronger than most people would have given her credit for, and she managed to survive. Emotionally, spiritually and financially. She had a job working in a florists shop and with Uncle Doug's life insurance policy, she had another million dollars there due to accidental death. I think she enjoyed working though, it was a distraction from not having to think about Uncle Doug and the hole from his having passed away, left in her heart.

When I was visiting home one day, Mom pulled me aside to speak. "Shawn? There's something I'd like to talk to you about if that's alright?" I said, "Sure mom, what do you need?" She then said, "It's about your Aunt Sheila. I think that you being there for her is a wonderful thing, as does your dad."

"Ok," I said, "and....?"

Mom spoke up again, smiling some more now. "Well, I spoke this over already with your dad and Aunt Sheila, and we all think it would be good for you and her if you moved into her spare bedroom. At least for awhile."

I didn't speak up so mom must have taken that as a good sign. "You'd save money by not having to pay rent while you lived there, and you could help her around the house. Do all the things that Uncle Doug used to do like mow the lawn, fix her car if it needs it, get things off the tall shelves if she needs you to." Mom laughed as she said that and I grinned back at her.

"It does sound great mom, I mean I do need to save my money up for my schooling and I know Aunt Sheila still isn't coping as well without Uncle Doug as she's letting on. I would be glad to mom."

Mom leaned up and hugged me around my neck, then placed a soft kiss on my cheek to thank me for doing my part. I then smiled and kissed her cheek back and said, "I had better go now then if I'm going to move my stuff to her house." I then went to the other room to visit dad in his bed and hugged him by, did the same with mom and went to Kevin's apartment to get my things.

I moved a few things in that night and on Saturday, I moved the majority of it in. Aunt Sheila took a few trips back and forth with me to help expedite things along. When I first went to pick her up I noticed she was wearing some (these pre-date me by a bit but I do know what they are) short Daisy Duke jeans, a tight white Tshirt and her hair was pulled by with a band of some sort, holding it all in place. I never, ever had seen her dress like that before in my life, even when we were on vacation. When she'd swim, she always wore a huge onepiece suit that looked like something more suitable for a 80 year old.

"C'mon Shawn!" she giggled, "This is the last box we have to move!" As we had made our way back and forth that day, we laughed a lot, listened to some music (Surprisingly she likes the same things as I do: Stone Temple Pilots, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Fuel, Incubus and similar bands) and talked about what was happening with me and my schooling.

By the time we had arrived back home, both of us were filthy. Dirt and sweat had smeared our faces and our clothes. To me, this wasn't acceptable. I was one of those guys who believed in "Cleanliness is next to Godliness" and said to Aunt Sheila. "I'm going to shower and will be out in a bit!"

She said, "I'm off to do the same in my bathroom! See you soon!!"

We then went to our respective bathrooms and as I was shaving and washing my hair, I thought of her in ways I didn't want to. How tight her ass looked when I caught a glimpse of it when she reached over to pick up my stereo. How her tits pressed up against the material of her Tshirt and how I swore I could make out her nipples, even through her bra. Before I realized it my cock had began to grow between my legs.

Granted, I'm not Ron Jeremy in the penis department but I'm not a little guy either. I have an average 6" cock and I never have had one single complaint about it. It's probably 4 inches thick, so thankfully I was blessed in that department!

As I dried off and then applied some deodorant and cologne, I wrapped the towel around my waist and began to make my way back to my bedroom. I could see Aunt Sheila's door was open. I then drank in all that I saw. She was putting on some lacy black panties with a matching bra.

From the distance, I couldn't make out her nipples but strained my eyes harder in an attempt to see them. I then realized she could turn around at any minute and catch me so I slowly crept back to my room, my cock now getting hard once again.

When I was dressing myself I thought of how wrong it was to have thoughts like the ones I was having. How I shouldn't, couldn't, lust after a relative! Lust after a woman who was my Aunt and like a second mother to me. But... I was. I was having some un-nephew like thoughts about the things I'd like to do with her, but then thought of Uncle Doug and quickly pushed them from my mind due to guilt.


A few minutes later Aunt Sheila greeted me at the door. She had on a nice skirt that rose to just above her knees and a very pretty red blouse with flowers on it. She had also put on makeup and applied what appeared to be a pretty shade of red lipstick.

"Hey Shawn!" She giggled. "All dressed now?" I had put on a pair of B.U.M shorts that came to my knees, a Doctor Evil T-Shirt (Yeah I'm hooked on Austin Powers, sue me) and a pair of white and black Reebok sneakers. "Not too dressed up, Aunt Sheila, not that I think anyhow." I smiled at her, as I said that. She slowly walked over to me and said, "What's that you have on?" She leaned up and began to smell my neck.

"Mmmmmmm!" She exclaimed. "Is that Drakkar Noir? I love that cologne, it's such a turn on!"That, I didn't expect to hear from her lips either! My cologne I was wearing was a turn on for my aunt?

I then thought to myself that I should wear it more often... but had a vision of Uncle Doug in my head and again, rid myself of any incestuous thoughts.

Aunt Sheila spoke up again, "What say we rent some movies this evening and you can be my date?," She giggled and winked at me. When I was 7 or 8 I told her I would be her date once when Uncle Doug was out of town and knew immediately she was referring back to that.

I laughed and replied, "I would love to accompany such a beautiful woman such as yourself!" She then gave me the shock of my life. "You are sooooo sweet, Shawn!" then leaned up on her Tipp toes and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss lingered for 3 or 4 seconds before she broke it, then leaned back down and grabbed me by my forearm.

"Lets go pick some out, nephew o' mine!"

While we drove to the video store, I had thoughts of parting her lips with my tongue but for one thing, thought she may slap me for that. How many aunts want to have their nephew's tongues in their mouths?

Not many I would wager. And she was my aunt, after all. I could have thoughts like this with practically anyone else, but not her. She leaned over and squeezed my knee a bit when arrived. I smiled back and then went around, opened her car door and when she got out and we made our way to the video store door, I opened that door too.

We ended up renting Gladiator, Sleepless in Seattle and the Shawshank Redemption. I had wanted to rent Mummy2 but it's a woman's prerogative to pick them out, even if she is your aunt, and so that was what we got. As I drove back, she used her cell phone to dial up a pizza place that delivered. By the time we arrived back to her house and took our shoes off, the pizza delivery guy was already there.

I paid him his money and went to the kitchen to get some plates. During that time, Aunt Sheila had snuck off and when she returned, she was wearing her jammy shirt and those panties which I knew were under it.

She giggled and said, "I'm starved, Shawn! Go get comfortable and we'll eat our pizza before we watch the movies!"


As I changed, I was thinking how unusual it was for her to be wearing her jammies at 8 pm, but then thought nothing more of it as I took my pants off and set them aside. I returned out in the same shirt I had on previously and just my boxers. The boxers felt and looked like shorts, and for all intents and purposes, that's how I treated them. I was also starved so I raced back to the kitchen and saw that she had poured us two glasses of red wine that had previously been chilling in a bottle in the refrigerator.

"I think you're old enough to have some wine now, Shawn." She said, her eyes smiling at me all the while. She handed me a plate and we went to the living room together, with our glasses of wine in one hand and our plates of pizza in the other. I popped a movie in and then sat on the end of the couch while it played.

She sat next to me and, as we had been doing in bed at night, cuddled there on the couch together.

"Oh, you put Sleepless in Seattle in!," She exclaimed. "I love this movie, it's so romantic!" Immediately after the words had left her lips, she seemed to snuggle deeper into me. Her head was now on my chest and my hand on the back of her golden locks. I stroked her hair softly with my fingertips while we ate our pizza and sipped our wine.

We didn't speak for a long time, while the movie played. We merely held the other and watched the television. During the course of the movie, though, we each had another 3 or 4 glasses of wine apiece and her position had shifted from her head on my chest, to now on my lap!!

Out of the blue, Aunt Sheila said to me, her voice slurred some from the alcohol, "Shawn? Why don't you have a girlfriend? You are a handsome, young man and really sexy!" I didn't know what to say, I was flabbergasted. As my heart raced in my chest, I bit my lip and spoke softly, " I have had girlfriends before, Aunt Sheila. Remember the Korean girl, Cindy, I had dated in 10th grade? She and I were an item for awhile."

I had thought that answer satisfactory when Aunt Sheila turned up her face to look at me, "Yeah but that's been awhile, Shawn! You don't have anyone now you're with, do you?" She said that more as a declarative than an interrogative. "No, Aunt Sheila, I don't have anyone now."

She smiled at me and said, "It's alright, Shawn, neither do I. But you know this already." I think her eyes were about to well up with tears but she managed to tighten her lips and shut them off the waterworks before they ever began.

Apprehensively, she spoke up once more, "You do now... I mean.... with me.... if you like?" Before I could speak she said, "I shouldn't have said that, Shawn. You are my nephew and that is so inappropriate! I just.... am soooo horny.... your uncle Doug and I were so passionate! We always touched the other, kissed and made love every time we could! I never ever have looked at you at anything other than my nephew until a day ago!! I feel so old... like no one would ever want me again, you know? Of course you don't... you're young and vibrant. I'm more than twice your age, Shawn, almost three times you age! I'm just scared.... alone.... and yes, so horny!!" With that she mumbled, "I can't take this anymore!"

Aunt Sheila reached into my boxers and pulled out my soft cock. I sighed and inhaled sharply as she took it into her hand and began to softly caress it, then before I had my bearings, she took my cock completely in her mouth and began to suck up and down on it as though she were possessed!

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned as her tongue and warm, wet mouth pleasured me.

She stopped long enough to say, "Oh baby you have such a nice cock!! I love to suck this big thing of yours, Shawn! Please don't tell your mom and dad, they'd kill me!" Sheila was lost in lust once more and placed my cock back into her mouth. As she moved her mouth up and down around me I stroked her hair and rubbed her back. My fingers found the bottom of her shirt and with one quick motion, I lifted it up above her head.

Immediately after the shirt was off, she went back down on me, licking the side of my hard shaft and teasing my balls with her tongue. My cock was now at it's full length of 6 inches and her tongue didn't show any signs of letting up on me. She placed her tongue on the head and licked the slit, tasting my precum while her hands massaged my delicate balls, feeling them and holding them softly in her palms.

I saw she had on her sexy bra that I had spied earlier and used my fingers to unhook the back of it. As it feel away from her chest I could see the side of her breast and one of her nipples. It was very long and brown, maybe half an inch long and as wide around as a nickel. My fingers reached around and squeezed her breasts gently. I them moved my palms around and around on the tops of her nipples in a circular motion while she continued to take me in her expert mouth.

I now knew what Uncle Doug had been feeling all of those years and it was simply awesome. Aunt Sheila was giving me better head than any other woman I had been with before. I suppose age does make a difference with some women.

She continued to lick and suck my cock, making slurping noises all the while. I took her nipples between my fingertips now and massaged them back and forth, tugging on them every so often and hearing a moan escape from her mouth as I did. She took me back into her warm wetness and pumped my cock vigorously in and out of her scarlet lips. I tried to maintain as much control as I could but the thought of my own aunt sucking my cock made me erupt.

"I'm cummmmmmming, Aunt Sheila.... Ohhhh shit!!" I thought she would stop and move my cock elsewhere but she didn't. As I spasmed, she sucked down the copious amount of cum from my balls. I fell back on the couch and watched as she cleaned me up. Her tongue wiggled up and down the sides of my dick, capturing all of the cum she had missed or that had escaped from the sides of her mouth.

As my cock deflated, Aunt Sheila turned up to look at me and said, "God how I needed that!!" She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, then parted them so my tongue could explore her mouth. They rubbed together softly, back and forth, her lips sometimes capturing my tongue in her mouth and she'd suck up and down on it like a lollipop. I then did the same to her, "Stick your tongue out at me Aunt Sheila!" I grinned.

When she did I quickly placed my lips around her tongue and sucked up and down it, feeling her tongue in my mouth and loving every second of it. She moaned and kissed me back harder, now taking my bottom lip in her mouth and sucking on it. I was now the one being teased and said, "Lay back on the couch, Aunt Sheila!"

She complied but said in an unsure voice, "Are you going to do what I think you're going to do, Shawn? Your Uncle Doug never ate my pussy.... he just didn't like that.... and I never have been with any other man except him!"

I retorted, "I understand, Aunt Sheila, however I LOVE to eat pussy and I'm going to show you what you've been missing out on all of these years!"

I placed her legs over my shoulders and then parted her thighs slowly with my hands. I could smell her musky scent as it wafted through her panties. They were just as lacey as her bra and very sexy and cute!

I placed my fingers on either side of them and pulled them off while Aunt Sheila lifted her ass off the couch to help me. She then opened her legs wide to give me an up close and gynecological view of her stuff.

She had one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen! As I examined it I noticed immediately she had a large clit which begged to be licked and sucked on. Her lips were pink and soft and stuck out a little from the rest of her body. Her opening was very wet and juices trickled down to her asshole. "Mmmmmmmm this will taste so good!," I thought to myself. She had just a slight tuft of hair on her mound and that was it. Her outer lips were just as I like them: Smooth and hairless.

I started by breathing her scent in... then rubbing my cheek on her pussy for a few seconds. I've always had a strange fetish for doing that. She gasped a bit and started to stroke my hair, much in the same manner as I had done with hers. I lowered my tongue and parted her vaginal lips with it, moving it up and down, teasing her... tasting her.

Aunt Sheila moaned, "Oh.... yes I have missed so much, Shawn.... show me what I've missed out on baby!"

I smiled up at her and winked, then proceeded to lick up and down her wetness once more. I placed 2 fingers inside her (they slid in very easily I might add) and wiggled them around. Her whole body seemed to convulse and shake as I did that. She lifted her hips to grind harder on my fingers, pushing up and down, back and forth, getting as much pleasure from them as possible. I then decided it was time to send electric shocks throughout her body. I lowered my tongue to her clit and begin to furiously lap at it Aunt Sheila went crazy! "Ohhh Fuckkkkk.... oh fuck me.... that's soooooo good!!! Lick me, baby.... eat my pussy!!"

I was only too happy to comply and continued to lick faster and faster, taking in as much of her juices as I could. I spread Aunt Sheila's ass cheeks and tongued her there, too! I used the tip to rim her asshole and she shook like a mad woman! "Ohh lick my ass.... lick my ass... don't stop licking it baby please!!" I did though. I moved my tongue to the opening of her pussy and began to thrust it in and out of her that way. She squealed and began to grind her pussy on my face and tongue, pushing it in deeper and deeper. I then used my thumb to rub her sweet engorged clit and massaged it 'round and 'round.

"Fuck... I'm cumming Shawn.... don't stop I'm cumming baby!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

I continued to lick and tease her pussy when then I received an unexpected present: Aunt Sheila is one of those women who squirts when she cums! When I realized this I opened my mouth to take in all of her wetness and didn't stop swallowing until every drop was gotten.

"Oh Shawn. No one. NO ONE.... has EVER done anything like that for me before! I love you Shawn!"

Not thinking I replied back, "I love you too, Aunt Sheila!" I had said that before to her many times but now it was in another context. Not that of Aunt and Nephew but of two lovers.

She then pulled me up to her and began to lick the remaining juices I had missed from my face and lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm! I love how I taste!," She exclaimed! She then leaned over and we kissed passionately for 20 minutes or so, our tongues continuing to explore the other's mouth. I never, ever knew making love to my aunt could be so erotic and hot. I think she probably assumed the same of me. Aunts and Nephews aren't intended to be lovers but sometimes, under the right circumstances, it can happen. And in this was one of those circumstances.


Aunt Sheila had me shut off the movie, then took my by the hand to her bedroom. "Ok sweetie, Sheila needs a good, hard, long fucking!" She leaned up and kissed my lips again, then got on the bed on her hands and knees. She laid on her tummy and stuck her ass in the air at me, wiggling it. "Fuck me doggy style, Shawn. I want to feel that big cock of yours deep in my pussy that way!"

She said this with an air of authority, practically demanding me to take her that way. I was eager to comply but first, I kneeled behind her, took my finger and sucked on it. After it was moist, I rubbed her asshole and began to slide it inside.

"Ohhhhhhh, I've never had a finger in my asshole before!" she purred. I moved it back and forth, then leaned forward to lick her pussy from behind. I traced my tongue up and down her outer lips while my finger penetrated her anus. I slowly moved my finger in and out, as not to hurt her, and lapped at her clit and lips as furiously as I could. She was wet to begin with but was soaked after just a few minutes of licking.

I got onto my knees and with my stomach muscles, raised my cock up to her lips. I felt how wet she was and moved the head up and down those lips, getting her juices on me and lubing my now, very stiff cock.

"Stop teasing me!," She said, almost whining. I placed the head of my cock to her opening, but before I could slide into her, she ground back onto me, forcing my cock all the way inside. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Feels sooooo damn good, Shawn... you are so big too!," she said softly. I was a statue then, holding myself up while she moved back and forth on my cock at her own pace. I could feel her fingers accidentally rub my balls as she was searching for her clit. We stayed in that position for about 30 minutes. I moved my hips from side to side and we tried different speeds also, to make it more interesting.

"I can't believe I'm fucking my own nephew!" she cooed. "This is so wrong but your cock inside me feels so damn right baby!" I held her hips tight and continued to thrust in and out of her, every so often reaching down between our legs to rub her asshole. "I never knew a 20 year old stud could be such a wonderful lover.... my own brother's son at that!" I think Aunt Sheila was as much as fascinated that I was so much younger as she was so much older. The fact that we were related helped out quite a bit too.

She screamed at the top of her lungs once more, "Fuck yeah.... fuck me.... fuck me harder Shawn I'm about to cum!" She pumped back faster and with more energy each time. I reached under and pulled her luscious nipples as she reached a crescendo. "Ahhhhhhhh yeah.... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!" She yelled. I felt her pussy constrict tight around my cock and her juices were so plentiful they oozed out of her vagina from around my cock.

"You didn't cum, Shawn! She said almost in a tone that indicated she felt badly for me.

I laughed and hugged her close, "No Aunt Sheila, I didn't cum. But we have plenty of time for that!"

She giggled mischievously and pulled me down onto the bed for plenty of warm, wet kisses and we spend the rest of the night making love.

My dad fully recovered from his accident and sued the bastard that struck him as well as that guy's insurance agency. Now Dad is very well off and much happier, I'm glad to report. He and Mom are also glad I'm there for Aunt Sheila and there to take care of her needs. They just don't know that I'm taking care of sexual needs as well. Hopefully, they never will, either.

Therefore, that's my story. Aunt Sheila and I are private lovers who are also Aunt and Nephew and complete each other wholly. In fact, she and I have sex quite often and I doubt that will ever change.

~Fini~