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I was thirty years old when my aunt Emily became a widow. Though “aunt” was really just a technicality. She was only four years older than me, and we’d grown up together since she’d come to live with my family after her parents died. She was more like an older sister than an aunt. We went to school together, did our homework at the same kitchen table, and played together in the yard. So what kind of aunt was she really?

She lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere in rural Iowa. A farmhouse, some land, a couple of kids. Her husband, Mark, hadn’t been much to look at, but he’d been there working the land, keeping things together. They’d scraped by, more poor than comfortable, but they’d made it work. And then, just like that, she was alone. It was tough.

I took a month off work and went to help her out. More than nine months had passed since Mark had passed. During that time, I’d come by when I could to lend a hand. But now it was summer, and there was winter prep to do: hay to bale, firewood to stack, all sorts of chores. She’d sent the kids to summer camp so they wouldn’t be underfoot. So we rolled up our sleeves and got to work. I only had a month off, but the work seemed endless. Before the harvest, we decided to tackle some yard work and make repairs around the house, little things here and there.

After about a week, I started to feel uncomfortable. I was a healthy young man with needs, and here was Emily, who’d practically raised me like a sister, parading around in nothing but a thin sundress, her panties long abandoned in the summer heat. And there was plenty to look at. She was short but packed with curves, soft and lush all over, like a fresh-baked roll. There was plenty to grab onto, plenty to lie down with. Her breasts, her ass, every inch of her. And then there was the hunger, the need. It was all too much.

I remember when I was stationed in the wilderness for two months I was ready to drag a bear out of its cave and fuck it doggy-style. This wasn’t the wilderness, and Emily wasn’t a bear, but that didn’t make the desire go away. It only grew stronger.

We’d be working, or she’d be doing chores in the yard. She’d bend over, and that thin sundress would ride up, exposing everything. Her round, full ass, the shadowy cleft between her cheeks, the dark curl of hair peeking out. My boxers were stretched to their limit. I was about to burst, needed to relieve the pressure. My ears were ringing, I was seeing stars. And I wasn’t some kid, but there I was. No, I wouldn’t last long like this.

We’d just finished in the sauna and were resting under the awning. She had a little covered patio right by the sauna, with a bench and a table. The old apple tree shaded it all with its branches, hiding us from any prying eyes not that there was anyone to pry, since the sauna was tucked away in the far corner of the yard. On the table was some homemade moonshine and snacks, and we were eating, washing it down with sweet tea. After the sauna, Emily had put on nothing under her sundress. Her body was visible right through the thin, threadbare fabric.

We were already a little tipsy, talking. No matter what we talked about, the conversation always circled back to the same old topic: sex. It had started innocently enough. I’d simply asked if she had anyone in mind to settle down with. She couldn’t stay a widow forever, after all.

And she’d answered that in a small town like this, it was unlikely she’d find anyone. All the eligible men were already taken. There were plenty of women and a serious shortage of men. And to just be some man’s plaything, well, she’d never live it down.

Of course, she’d love to find someone, but what would the kids think? And where would she even find a man? But her body, damn it, had needs, and she wasn’t even forty yet.

Then the conversation turned to my love life. We talked. Then we had a little more to drink, and the conversation became completely uninhibited.

Emily laughed as she remembered our childhood mischief and how we’d always gotten in trouble for it. After all, Dad God rest his soul had treated her like his own daughter and spanked her just the same as he did me. He’d lift up her dress, pull down her panties, and whack her bare ass with his belt. Then we’d show each other the marks, feel sorry for each other, and hatch plans for revenge. Not against Dad, but against whoever we thought had gotten us in trouble. And Emily said she still had scars on her ass from Dad’s belt. And without any hesitation, she showed me her ass as soon as I asked her to.

And that was it.

She bent over the table, lifted her sundress, and showed me her ass. Only a dead man could have resisted. And even he would have probably gotten hard at the sight of that ass. Pale, full, her cheeks slightly parted, revealing the little pucker of her anus, and below what a sight the soft, closed lips of her pussy. Read More

Ryan came over in the late afternoon like he always did. He was holding the new strategy game we had been waiting months for. We spent almost every evening together at my place. I had just finished my college semester and was on summer break. Ryan had been out of the Army for about six months and still hadn’t figured out what he wanted to do with his life. We had been best friends since we were little kids. After high school I went straight to college, while Ryan went to trade school before enlisting. We both loved gaming. Back in the day we used to spend hours at the local PC bang, but once I got my own computer as a graduation gift, we could play as long as we wanted right at home.

I lived alone with my mom in a cozy two-bedroom apartment just outside Seattle. Ryan was tall, good-looking, and after the Army he looked even more masculine and confident. Even though we were the same age, he always seemed a few years older than me.

Like usual, he showed up with the new game and we fired it up immediately. We were deep into building strategies when my mom got home. She was still young, beautiful, with short dark hair and a petite figure that turned heads everywhere she went. I never knew my dad. It had always been just the two of us. She worked at an upscale perfume boutique in the city, so she always smelled incredible.

She greeted us with a warm smile, asked if we had eaten, and said she was going to take a bath and relax. We just nodded and kept playing.

After her bath, Mom came into my room wrapped in nothing but a white towel. She asked me to massage her feet. I usually did it for her because she spent long hours standing at work. I really didn’t want to stop playing. The game was addictive. She smiled and suggested Ryan could help too. With four hands it would go faster and then we could get back to our “stupid game.”

I glanced at Ryan. He just shrugged.

“Fine, I’ll show you. It won’t take long,” I told him.

I told Mom to go lie down and that we’d finish the mission first. We wrapped up the level, washed our hands, and I grabbed the massage oil. When we walked into her bedroom, Mom was lying on her stomach on the big bed. She had lowered the towel so it only covered her ass.

I sat near her feet, poured oil on her soles, and started working it in. I had my own routine after doing this for her so many times. Ryan sat beside her. Mom asked him to massage her back. I poured oil across her smooth skin and Ryan began slowly rubbing it in.

We chatted while we worked. Mom asked Ryan what he had been up to since leaving the Army and how things were going with girls. He joked that hanging out with me and playing games was more fun. Mom laughed softly.

“Isn’t it nicer to touch a woman like this?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

“Feels really good,” Ryan answered. I noticed his face turning red and saw him adjusting his pants. He was hard.

Mom shifted onto her side a little. Her breast came into view and she bent one knee, looking straight at Ryan.

“Touching someone… enjoying another person’s body. There’s nothing better.”

She slid her hand onto his thigh, then moved higher until she found the bulge in his jeans. She stroked him slowly through the fabric. I felt my own cock starting to swell as I watched. Read More

Hi, I’m Jake. This is the story of the night my older sister Emily gave me the most unforgettable send-off before I shipped out for two years of military service. It was the kind of night that changes you forever.

I was sitting in the kitchen, the last of the party guests finally gone, when it hit me. Like always, military send-offs turned into a boozy bash, and mine was no exception. And to top it all off, my girl had vanished at the end of the night, leaving with some other guy. I guess it made sense. I was shipping out for two years, and a lot can change in that time. We weren’t that serious anyway, just casual, but still, it stung.

So here I was, Emily, my older sister, and I were cleaning up. I’d already done the dishes myself, Mom and Dad were long asleep, and I was still sitting in the kitchen. Like that old song goes, dark night, but at least no bullets were flying. My pride was bruised, my girl had apparently dumped me, or maybe she just got spooked I’d fuck her before I shipped out, and now I was off to boot camp at Fort Benning.

Just then, Emily emerged from the bathroom, smelling like her fancy French shampoo, sat down beside me, wrapped her arms around me, and started comforting me. She told me she’d warned me before to dump that slut, that she flirts with every guy in our high school.

“It’s not like I was going to marry her,” I muttered. “Things were fine between us. We hooked up sometimes, and now here I am, about to ship out, feeling like a total loser, and nothing came of it.”

“And now my pride’s bruised,” I added.

“Come on, Jake,” Emily cooed, her voice soft but firm. “You’ll find a hundred more. You’re still young. She’s only two years older than me, but she acts like she’s our mother. But at our age, even one year makes a difference, especially in the military, and in civilian life too.”

Alright, I sulked for a bit, and it was time to hit the sack. Tomorrow was an early wake-up, and then off to basic training. I lay in the dark, unable to sleep, when suddenly a shadow passed, and then a firm, hot body slipped under the covers. It was Emily!

What the hell?

She wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me, her lips warm and insistent. “This is for you, as a farewell, for your send-off, and so you don’t forget your little sister,” she whispered. “Since her fiancé forgot all about her and left. That’s right, Jake. I’m lonely and abandoned too, it’s enough to make you cry.”

We made out like there was no tomorrow. My cock was rock hard, poking into her stomach, when Emily whispered in my ear, “Finger me.”

I didn’t hesitate for a second. I threw off the covers, leaned down between her legs, and started lapping at her slick, slightly salty lips with my tongue. I found her clit with my tongue and started working it in tight circles, dipping inside her pussy, chasing her steady flow of juices. Then I slowly pushed one finger into her tight ass, and she immediately started grinding her hips and moaning. I even pressed a pillow over her face. We didn’t need Mom and Dad waking up! And I just kept eating her out, my tongue exploring every inch of her.

After about ten minutes of this, Emily was trembling, her body twitching uncontrollably, and then she came hard, her nails digging into my shoulders. She’d already come, even if it was muffled by the pillow! But me? I’d barely spread her legs, ready to slide into that tight pussy, when Emily tapped my shoulder and shook her head. Then suddenly, with a fluid motion, she rolled onto her stomach, lifting her perfect ass in the air, pale in the dim light of the room. Read More