Aunt Sioux

by Thesandman

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Aunt, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: Brian learns a lot more from his Aunt Sioux than just about his heritage.

After graduating from high school, I found myself not entirely sure about what I wanted to do, whether to go back to school, or join the service. And on top of all that, my long-term girlfriend and I had broken up as she was headed off to college, and wanted to be "free" to explore her "options" as she'd put it to me.

I had moped around the house for several days, even the part-time job I'd been working no longer interesting, which made it even more boring for me, and more irritating for my folks.

"Brian? Why don't you go and stay with my sister for a few weeks, give yourself a chance to get away, think and relax a little," she'd suggested.

It really wasn't a half-bad idea. My Aunt Susan was my mother's youngest sister and only sixteen years older than I was, which had always made it a lot easier for me to confide in her at times whenever she'd come for a visit. So we'd always been reasonably close anyway with someone to talk to about my girl-friend problems when we'd sat down and discussed them in the past.

She had been divorced herself now for almost two years, my Uncle, though I really never thought of him like that, was a drunk and an abuser, and when my Aunt had finally had enough of it, she'd sent him packing.

As kids, my mother, aunt, and one other brother had lived on what was back then considered a working ranch, though since then my aunt maintained a small stable of horses, many of which she took care of and fed for other horse-owners as a way to bring in a little extra income, though she lived well enough off the small inheritance they'd all gotten when my grandparents had passed away.

And though I'd only visited the place briefly a few times, it was indeed very peaceful there, though back then, one of the reasons I didn't enjoy going was that it seemed like there was always work to do. Now, the thought of spending some time there, getting my mind off things and head cleared, even if I did work around the ranch, seemed just the ticket.

Mom was pleased by my decision to go, and soon after called my aunt to let her know to meet me at the bus depot the following day.

It had been nearly six month's since I'd seen her last, but when I did, she looked even younger than I remembered, possibly because she was free from all the stress she'd been under herself, and if anything looking far healthier too. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact she didn't dress, or look like a "mom" either, meeting me at the bus depot with a tight fitting pair of jeans on that molded and sculptured her ass, not to mention the man's white shirt she wore with the shirt-tail tied in a knot just beneath her breasts, leaving her firm belly exposed which I'd found quite attractive when seeing her dressed like that before. My Aunt wore her dark brown hair long in a pony-tail that I'd rarely seen her wear otherwise, the Indian that was in our family, coming out more in her than in anyone else, especially with her high cheekbones and dark, almost coal black eyes which I'd always found very alluring.

"Brian!" she'd grinned, giving me a big hug and a kiss only moments after stepping off the bus. "I'm so glad you came, we have a lot of catching up to do!"

"I'm glad I came too Sioux," I told her. "I really did need to get away from things, so I'm glad you let me come for a visit." My Aunt had formally and purposely had her named changed from Sue to Sioux, which she'd gotten quite a kick out of in writing it on any formal documents, and which had often raised a few curious eyebrows and questions. I loved calling her "Sioux" meaning the word whenever I used it.

"Don't be silly, you damn well know you can come here anytime, for as long as you want anytime too!" She added.

Long ago when I'd first began to confide in her, I'd called her "Aunt Susan", which is also when she told me she felt more comfortable talking to me, if I'd simply refer to her as "Sue", and then later as "Sioux" after she'd changed it. And though not many might have heard the subtle difference in saying her name, I did. But I loved calling her that, that way neither one of us would feel awkward sharing, or discussing some of the things we did back then. So ever since, though she was still my Aunt, I always called her "Sioux" from that day forward, even though at times Mom felt I was being disrespectful until Sioux told her she preferred it that way.

We arrived at the ranch, and Sioux immediately drove over to where the Guest House was, which used to be the old bunk-house back in the old days, which she had now fixed up and even rented out on occasion to guests, so it was really fixed up with a private modern bathroom, kitchenette, and all the conveniences, And though there was plenty of room in the main house, Sioux knew how much I'd appreciate having a little seclusion and privacy for myself.

"And Brian? You can stay here for as long as you'd like," she told me. "Don't have any scheduled guests coming, except for one or two owners who might come by, but other than that, no one else."

"Thanks Sioux," I said honestly, actually feeling relaxed for the first time in recent memory. "I really appreciate it."

"Listen, why don't you go ahead and get settled in, and then when you feel like it, we'll take a couple of the horses out for a ride, how's that sound?"

It sounded great, it had also been a long time since I'd been out riding, and I was really looking forward to it. "I'm ready to go whenever you are!" I said tossing my single bag onto the bed.

She laughed, "Well then, let's go saddle the horses!"

I'd almost forgotten how beautiful the country was around the ranch, especially with the closest neighbors to her almost twenty miles away. As we ambled along the old trail, making our way slowly up one of the mountains that was nearby, Sioux decided to take me on a small detour, a place I hadn't been to for years.

"Lets ride up to Blue Lake," she'd said, "Been a while since I've ridden up there myself."

I was glad we did, it was even more beautiful than I remembered, a small little lake that we'd often fished at, gone swimming in when I was a kid. By the time we arrived, we were both hot and thirsty. Sioux had brought along a small picnic lunch along with a couple of cold bottles of beer that she'd kept in a special insulated compartment she'd made in one of her saddle-bags.


"What?" I asked.

"Just wish I'd thought about coming here before we left, I'd have packed a swim-suit," she told me.

"Yeah, damn is right!" I found myself agreeing, "Would have been nice to go for a swim."

Sioux looked at me. "I won't tell if you don't," she said standing up, and then to my surprise, undid the knot of the shirt she was wearing beneath her breasts, opening her blouse and just like that, removed it. Although she turned her back towards me as she likewise began to work on her jeans, I'd caught myself sitting there staring at her magnificent breasts for a moment, until prudence reminded me not to, though she'd already turned around by that time as well. I realized however, she was also giving me the opportunity and privacy to strip off my own clothing too, which I quickly began doing.

By the time I was naked, Sioux was already in the water, so the last laugh was on me as I ran to the lake, covering my privates with my hands as I did, which must have looked damn funny to her as she laughed hysterically while waiting for me to join her. I dove in, quickly reaching her in a few strokes, surfacing, though catching a pretty good look at her magnificent naked body just before I did.

"Fucking cold isn't it?" She said the moment I surfaced, and it was, the shock of it still tingling against my flesh, though we both knew we'd get used to it in a few minutes when it would suddenly feel good. Still, it wasn't the shock of the cold water against my skin that had taken me by surprise, it was hearing Sioux use the word "Fuck", something I'd never heard come out of her mouth before, though she'd certainly used a few other choice words on occasion.

And as though reading my mind, she smiled. "You can say whatever you'd like while you're here," she told me. "And I also want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me whatever it is that's bothering you too. I may be your Aunt," she said reminding me for a moment that she was, "but while you're here, I'm also a friend."

"Ah, that's good," I said teeth chattering, still not quite used to the cold water, "because otherwise I'd be swimming naked with my aunt, and not my friend," I grinned back at her.

Sioux pushed my head beneath the water at that point, but not before lifting herself out of the water in order to do so, once again giving me a much closer view of her tits, whose nipples now stood hard and firm against the cold as she placed her hands upon my head pushing me down, and then swimming out of reach before I could retaliate.

As refreshing and as much needed as our swim had been, it was still too cold to stay in for very long, so after a few more splashes of water back and forth at one another, along with a dunk of my own on her as payback, we headed back towards the shore. Once again, Sioux reached it before I did, and casually got out, making her way over towards a pile of large rocks and boulders that we used to sit on and fish from, rather than making her way over towards the horses, where our clothing was.

I stood momentarily waist deep still in the water, unsure of what to do at that point. I had a problem, which I only then realized, blushing at my own insecurities. Sioux had of course reached the rocks by now, finding one to sit on and allow the sun to dry her off with, looking towards me, and once again laughing.

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