Chapter 2: How I Started With My Aunt Linda

Let me just say it and get it over with ... I first had sex with my aunt just over three years ago, not long after I started doing it with my parents. Actually, I’d done it with her before my mom “introduced” me to my aunt but at the time I didn’t let on. Here’s what happened...

One evening Aunt Linda stopped by to see my mom which surprised me so I just assumed someone must have mixed up their schedules. My mom had been planning all week to get her hair done and so had just left. Even though I told her that my mom wouldn’t be home for several hours, my aunt decided to hang around and so she joined me in the basement family room where I’d been watching TV.

Sitting across from my aunt I couldn’t help but notice her outfit. It was a typical “Aunt Linda outfit” as my dad would have described it. She was wearing a sharp fitted jacket with a tight cami underneath. The dark jacket gave it a “business” look but the low cut, skin tight cami underneath made you wonder just what “business” she as in! The outline of her bra was clearly visible - when you’re in your late 30’s some things become necessities whether you like it or not. A matching skirt and heels completed the ensemble. While the skirt was a few inches shorter than what most women would have considered “decent”, my aunt had incredible legs and loved to show them off.

Sitting on the loveseat, Aunt Linda crossed those sexy legs which had the effect of pulling her skirt practically up to her ass! I could see that she was wearing sheer black pantyhose, the type you don’t need to wear panties underneath, which accentuated her lean legs even more. Interestingly she was wearing her hair shorter again. Oh well, after a year of shoulder-length hair I guess she was fed up with the maintenance. As always her makeup was perfectly applied and if anyone didn’t know her I was sure they would’ve thought her to be five to ten years younger than she actually was.

As for me, it was early in the evening but with no plans to go anywhere I’d already changed into my favorite night outfit - a simple T-shirt and nothing else. The T-shirt was just barely long enough to cover my butt when I was standing so when I was on the couch with my legs curled up under me, it never stood a chance of covering my ass - nor was it expected to. I was home after all so who would care? It really didn’t matter what I wore, or didn’t wear, around the house anyway. The only reason I was wearing anything at all was that I felt uncomfortable running around the house nude, not to mention it just seemed more proper to wear SOMETHING for a bit of protection. I felt vulnerable for some reason with nothing on at all when I was just hanging around.

We’d been watching TV for a bit when my aunt looked across the room at me and ruefully shook her head.

“You know Kelly,” she remarked, “I’ve known you since you were born and I just can’t believe how much you’ve grown up in just the past few years!’

Then she grinned naughtily and said in a lower voice, “I even use to change your diapers, you know. Hmmm ... from what I’m seeing you obviously aren’t wearing them anymore.”

She laughed a bit at that which made me think about how my bare ass was hanging out pretty much in full view. The material tended to ride up on me whenever I moved around on the couch and it wouldn’t have surprised me if she had even gotten a glimpse of my pussy a few times. Well, like she said she’d known me all my life so it wasn’t like it was something she had never seen! Even so I tried, with a marked lack of success, to pull my T-shirt down a bit without being obvious about it. Aunt Linda wasn’t fooled at my feigned shyness and she just laughed at my efforts.

“Oh Kelly,” she teased, “Don’t worry about it. After all, there’s nothing I haven’t seen before ... although you DO look a lot more grown these days.’

It WAS pretty silly of me when I thought about it. Heck, Kristen and I had been playing in the hot tub naked as the day we were born with her and my parents as long as I could remember. We may not FLAUNT nudity in my home but at the same time we aren’t terribly shy about it either. Like most things in life, there’s a time and place for everything including nudity. While the hot tub and deck were places where it was expected that you didn’t wear clothes, sitting on the couch watching TV wasn’t really the proper place to be naked. I DID have to wonder a bit though as my aunt had never really made any direct remarks about me in this way before which probably explained why I instinctively reacted the way I had. Aunt Linda must have seen my hesitation in replying and tried to put me at ease.

“I’m so sorry girl,” she said in a soft voice, “I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable talking this way. I just figured we could be more open these days with other.’

Then she looked at me with her eyes narrowed, as if she was studying me to figure something out. “Ummmmm, you DO know that your mom tells me all about your little escapades ... don’t you?’

My eyes widened at that remark which told her the answer right off without me saying a word. Damn, just how much of my private sex life had my mom been sharing with her sister these past couple of years? If my aunt knew about me, did my mom knew all the things my cousin had done! I mean, Kristen may make me look like a virgin in comparison but then she didn’t care who knew either. Well, it really didn’t matter to me either so long as it was limited to what I did with my boyfriends. As close as they were I still couldn’t imagine my mom telling her anything about me and my dad. Yes, in retrospect it was sort of stupid of me to think that at the time it still would have been quite as a surprise!

“And yes,” she chuckled, seeing my discomfort, “I know ALL about your new adventures with your parents; and it’s about time is all I can say!’

Considering she had been what, twelve when her father had first done it with her, I guess from her perspective I WAS a little late getting into the game but still it wasn’t like I was some naive virgin or anything. My first time was back when I was fourteen and I’d over a half dozen notches on my chastity belt already so it wasn’t like I was some virtuous young maiden. Still, it DID seem a bit odd to hear your aunt make such comment. It was almost as if she was blaming me for it taking so long to let my dad do me. OK, so technically I WAS at fault and I felt guilty enough about it as it was so she didn’t have to rub it in!

Aunt Linda sat up and looked me in the eyes. “You know, I’m sort of glad your mom’s not home tonight. I’ve been hoping for a chance to talk with you privately about what you’ve been up to lately.”She hesitated a second as if to see if I would react or not, and then continued, “I mean, you DO know that your grandpa was doing your mom and me when we were your age, don’t you?’

Actually, I DID know all about that but some things are better kept to yourself so I gave her what I hoped was look of astonishment and she grinned and laughed just a bit.

“Me and my sister, as in YOUR mom, have been close in more ways than one since junior high,” she explained, not realizing my mom had told me pretty much the same story. I was curious though to hear it from her perspective.

She continued saying, “We still do it but not nearly as much as when we were teenagers, of course.” Then she gave a sinister grin and asked, “So do you know what we always wanted growing up?’

THAT was certainly a wide open question and I wasn’t going to touch it so I just shook my head and waited for her to tell me.

“We always wished that we had a brother to fuck us,” she confessed, “Do you ever wish you had one?’

Actually, that WAS one of my fantasies although I could never decide whether I wanted an older brother who would be more mature or a younger one where I would be in the driver’s seat. Either way I would’ve been happy. Rather than go off into a discussion about my own fantasies, though I just nodded and kept my silence which encouraged her to continue.

“Well, we may not have had a brother but your dad was the next best thing. Has your mom told you that he fucked me before he did her?” she giggled as if she was revealing something she shouldn’t. “Knowing my sister though, I bet she didn’t!’

Now that WAS something my mom hadn’t told me. I knew she and her sister were a bit competitive but this was obviously a sore point with my mom or she would have told me. My mom distinctly told me that she was with my dad first and that my aunt had barged in later. Who was telling the truth? Somehow it wouldn’t have surprised me if my aunt hadn’t led the way. Just as her daughter Kristen was a lot wilder and more adventuresome than me, my aunt always seemed to be more outgoing than my mom. Maybe that’s why my mom became an RN whereas my aunt is a highly successful realtor?

My aunt went on to tell me a number of other things I wasn’t aware of. I had always thought my mom shared everything with me, as I did with her, but apparently there were a few gaps. I don’t think it was something deliberate but rather an oversight on her part. After all, doesn’t everyone remember the past with a bit of bias or spin? My dad’s a lawyer and one thing he has always claimed is that the worst witness is an eye-witness. If you have more than one then you get more than one story!

The most interesting part for me was her explanation of what had happened between her and her ex-husband. I knew he had issues with her sexual preferences but again, there were some interesting twists that I hadn’t been aware of. My mom had told me that she had told him about what they did with my dad and their father but she claimed that Linda’s husband had been OK with it at first.

Well, according to my aunt he wasn’t ever totally on-board with the issue. Her mistake was assuming that as a typical horny male, once he got involved her sister that his own lust would override any issues he had with her activities. It wasn’t like she was expecting him to be a swinger or anything; if anything quite the opposite! Sex outside of marriage has always been an absolute forbidden in our family so she figured being able to fuck both her and her sister would be a positive motivator for him.

Then she revealed something that was the biggest surprise for me so far. Once they got married he refused to even discuss sex with anyone else so my mother had gone to him privately and offered herself to him, sort of an effort to break the ice, so to speak. Surprisingly, he actually went along with it but then she found out that it was only because he thought that they were going to have an affair - just a month after he had taken his marriage vows. It wasn’t the sex itself that was the issue, it was the secrecy and intent that made both my mom and aunt so pissed off.

Needless to say THAT didn’t happen by my mom did try to encourage him to join in my dad and basically swap sisters. She was shocked when he freaked and afterwards he wouldn’t talk to my mom for the longest time. One day my aunt came home from being at my parent’s house and he could smell the strong odor sex on her. It was the final straw for him and for a moment my aunt was fearful he would get violent. It was then that my aunt had to choose between him and her family. Well, that wasn’t really a choice so far as she was concerned - family always comes first. A short while later she divorced him, keeping Kristen to raise on her own.

Without a father of her own Kristen and I grew up more as sisters than cousins and shared many experiences. We both lost our virginity when we were fourteen (two years apart) and we both had a great sex life although it was strictly guys for the both if us. In general, we shared most everything with each other until I started having sex with my parents at sixteen. For some reason I decided to not tell Kristen as it just seemed like it was a private thing between me and my parents. As crazy as Kristen was, I wasn’t sure how she would react to incest, especially with someone she all but considered to be her own father.

Anyway, back to my aunt...

“Kelly,” she said and then hesitated as if she wasn’t sure whether or not she should continue. I sat there silently, hoping she would continue but wondering what was going to come out.

“Your mom told me that she and your dad have finally started having sex with you,” she repeated. Again, she hesitated as if unsure she should continue but this time a look of determination came to her face and she took a deep breath before resuming.