Loving Aunt Sarah : Chapter 6

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Maybe her conscious had gotten in the way, I don’t know. But February had rolled around, and other than the annual Christmas get together my family held, my Aunt had decided to avoid me since our kiss. Even then, she didn’t speak a word to me! I continually left messages on her answering machine, but she never answered or returned my calls. I never forgot for a single second that she was my mother’s sister. Nonetheless, what I felt for her was real. I’d never loved a woman the way I love my Aunt, and there was no way in hell I was going to give up on her.

I was sitting on my couch in the basement living room with the land-line phone in my hand. For the past twenty minutes, I’d been toying with the idea of whether or not to give her another call. At long last, I decided that I would, figuring out what I was going to say to Aunt Sarah. It came as no surprise when the answering machine answered again. That was routine by now. Patiently I waited for the beep, then began to record my message.

“Aunt Sarah, you can’t avoid me forever,” I began. I knew she’d be home at this hour, on this day. “I know you feel guilty because of what happened between us and all. But we’re family. Whether we continue on with what happened or completely forget about it, that’ll never change. You can’t just shut me out of your life.”

At that moment, the most unexpected thing happened. Aunt Sarah picked up the phone. She didn’t speak at first, but I’d heard the click of the phone being lifted from its receiver. I nearly said hello myself, but thought better of it. Aunt Sarah finally took the initiative to answer, therefore I should let her continue with the initiative and speak when she’s ready. “Meet me at McCormick Park,” she finally said, barely managing the words. “And don’t show up as Valerie.”

With that, she hung up. Things weren’t sounding any better now than they were a couple of months ago when she told me to go. But at least things had a sound! It was the first words she’d said to me since that night. Without wasting a single moment, I grabbed my coat and car keys, and headed out the door.

*****

The reason for the location was obvious. Nothing would be able to happen here. Even in winter time, the park was always full. Most of the people here in winter though were parents watching their kids, as they played in the snow. There was also a small pond in the park. It was shallow, and usually frozen solid, making ice-skating on it quite safe. Today there was even a decent amount of teenagers off to the side, who had put together a winter football game. And why not? The day was cold, yet sunny. A beautiful winter day.

When I parked my car on the street nearby, I saw my Aunt sitting on a brushed off wooden bench, waiting for me. Of course, she lived a little closer to the park than I did. I waited in the car for a few moments before even turning off the engine. But I didn’t wait too long, not wanting to give the nearby parents the wrong idea that I was a child stalker. Finally I exited the vehicle and joined my Aunt on the park bench. Once again, I waited for her to speak first.

“You said that you know I feel guilty,” she said. “Val, you have no idea what I’m feeling right now. What I’ve been feeling since…” She trailed off, apparently still uncomfortable with the mere thought of it.

“Then tell me,” I offered. Aunt Sarah hadn’t looked at me yet, and I was returning the gesture. Somehow, we both felt a little less tense that way.

“Honestly, I don’t know what to feel. I wasn’t thinking clearly that night. Hell, I wasn’t thinking at all. I was acting on emotion. What those emotions are… who knows? All I know for certain is that I felt, then acted. It disturbs me that it… led to what it did.”

I sighed, leaning my elbows on my knees. I rested my head in my hands for a short moment, thinking. “Aunt Sarah, I know why you wanted to meet in a busy, public place. So please don’t take this as a way of manipulating you into somewhere more secluded, but this really isn’t the place to talk about this.” My Aunt didn’t say anything at first, so I continued. “I promise I won‘t start anything. Besides, if, heaven forbid, this should erupt into an argument, do you really want all these children to see it?”

“Fine,” she finally agreed. “Get in your car and follow me. We’ll grab a bite to eat first.”

*****

She drove to a Taco Bell just a few blocks down, and we decided to eat-in. While we were there, we tried to alleviate some of the tension, making small talk about this and that. It worked for the most part, and we were even able to share a few laughs together. But as we walked back to our cars, we found that tension rebuilding faster than either of us were comfortable with. Why I shared her tension, I’m still not sure. I was certain which direction I wanted to take the conversation, and so sure of myself. I had nothing to be nervous about. Perhaps it was my sensitive side, trying to lighten Aunt Sarah’s burden.

We drove back to her house, wasting no time in getting back to the business at hand. “Val, what we did was wrong!” Aunt Sarah declared with authority.

“And supporting something in your sister’s son that you know damned well she’d disapprove of is right?” I challenged. “Not to mention you’re giving that support behind her back!”

“Listen to me, Val. It’s one thing to be okay with your cross dressing. It’s one thing to have a night out on the town with you and enjoy myself doing it. But kissing is most certainly crossing the line. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend, we’re not man and wife, we are nephew and aunt! We’re not supposed to do that kind of thing!”

I decided to take a slight risk in this already tense situation, and closed the gap between the two of us. I lowered my voice almost to a whisper as I proposed my next idea. “Then, are you rejecting me because you believe these things aren’t supposed to happen? Or do you truly feel nothing for me?”

Aunt Sarah opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. She closed her mouth again and slumped her shoulder. Her eyes, however, never left my own. In that moment, I saw a look on her face that I’ve never seen there before. Perplexity. For the first time in her life, Aunt Sarah actually didn’t know what to say.

“What I know in my head and what I feel in my heart…” she began, but said no more as her eyes dropped to the floor.

“You know you can only listen to one of them. Usually, your heart is the right one. So what does your heart say?”

To those words, my Aunt’s eyes met mine once more. We held each other’s gaze in silence, and I hadn’t even realized until now that I’d absently wrapped my arms around her waist. Our bodies were almost pressed together, just as they were when we shard our first kiss. Rather than use words to answer my last question, Aunt Sarah answered me with her actions. Slowly wrapping her own arms over and around my small shoulders, she finished closing the gap between us until our lips met once more.

Our second kiss had begun.

It felt much more passionate than the first one had all those weeks ago. Our tongues danced within each other’s mouths like mating eels in the ocean. After an extremely long and satisfying moment, Aunt Sarah finally broke the kiss. This time, however, she pulled away slowly, gently. Keeping her mahogany eyes buried in my deep, ocean blue ones until she turned, Aunt Sarah took my hand in hers and led me upstairs to her bedroom.

Once there, she faced me again, resuming our kiss. From her hips (where my hands began) I moved slowly upward, lacing my fingers underneath her black sweater and took it with my hands. I felt her shudder at the touch of my still cold fingers against her flawlessly smooth skin. Our kiss broke once more, only to lift Aunt Sarah’s sweater over her head before we tossed it aside.

“Cold?” I said in a sly voice.

“Maybe a little shared body heat’ll warm us up,” Aunt Sarah replied. She re-wrapped her arms about my shoulders as I held her close. The more our tongues wrestled with one another, more and more passionate did their interaction become. I moved my mouth to her neck and kissed it, enjoying the sound of Aunt Sarah’s soft moaning in my ear. I unhooked her bra, and she dropped her arms momentarily to let the undergarment slip from her shoulders. Now topless, she slipped her feet out of her shoes and sat on the foot end of the bed and leaned back, giving me a good view of her perfect, b cup breasts.

I slid my shoes off also, as well as removing my own t-shirt. Before it could even hit the carpet, but Aunt was sliding upward on the bed, and I was crawling over her. As we kissed again, I held my body far enough from hers while she opened my jeans. Using one hand for leverage, I single-handedly opened Aunt Sarah’s jeans as well. It was a slight struggle for us as we both wiggled our legs out of our pants, and we couldn’t help but share a giggle over the effort it took us.

Aunt Sarah attempted to reach into the front of my boxers, but I gently grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Not yet,” I whispered, then started kissing my way down her body. I made a stop at her breasts, suckling a little on each nipple before continuing on. When my teeth reached my Aunt’s black lace panties, I used them to strip the final piece of clothing from her body.

I remained at the lower end of the bed for the time being, taking Aunt Sarah’s right foot into my hands. I massaged it, kissing her toes, while she rubbed her left foot upward against my inner thigh. I began to nibble a bit on her big toe, Aunt Sarah dragging my boxers down with her free foot. I crawled out of them as well as started to crawl back over Aunt Sarah, letting my rock hard erection slide up her leg.

Finally, I reached her. I teased her at first, merely rubbing my cock against her, but not entering. Aunt Sarah moaned, her breathing getting heavier. She tried moving her hips in a way to get my inside of her without actually grabbing me, and I was only too happy to oblige her. But I moved in slowly, savoring every sexy millimeter. To be inside her was so extraordinary, I nearly lost composure then and there. But I managed to hold on as I pushed, deeper and deeper, gazing into her eyes. Aunt Sarah’s moaning slowly turned to quiet squealing, my thrusting growing faster at a gradual pace.

Rather than kiss, we simply gazed into each other’s eyes as I continued. At long last, I exploded. With my final thrust, I jerked at the feeling and pushed deeper than I had all night, holding there as I unloaded my cum into her. When it was finally done, I slowly lowered myself, the two of us drifting off to sleep.