Episode 16: NIGHT hOWLS

1:00 AM ... give or take

“Yawwwwwwn!”

“Getting sleepy Aunt Piper?” Mace Belmont, Piper Cherry’s handsome young nephew lay outstretched on her sofa sectional. Together they were watching a DVD as she still hadn’t called the cable company to install internet and cablevision. Wearing only scissor cut sweatpants to lounge in he boasted a healthy rise under them, not even with an erection he was enormous and quite unsettling. Having changed clothes from earlier Piper determined to be cozy in her own home wore nothing but burgundy lace panties and a short white Atlanta Braves T-shirt with only a big red-letter A on it. In literature that might be considered the Scarlet Letter as Josie McKellen jested earlier when making a short visitation. Piper of course told her to keep her lit to herself because she was the actual Adulteress. It was then that Josie reminded her that she committed the same offense by fucking her husband. Go figure. Anyway, that was Piper’s casual wear for the night, unless you counted her ankle jewelry.

“Long day. Even longer tomorrow, my first day at Horton-Dexter. I told you that already, didn’t I?” She shuffled from her kitchen holding a glass of wine. Curling up with her legs beneath her she sat down next to Mace and smiled. “This is nice. We haven’t bonded this well since you were knee high to ... well my knees.” Her dog Rotten following her every move, sat at her feet loyally.

“All grown up, huh?” He chuckled pausing his movie with the DVD remote. His movie of choice was of all things The Graduate. Oldie but goodie ... in Piper’s eyes. Why he was watching it still made her suspicious. His crush on Josie McKellen, she a teacher made her uneasy. Too close to home considering she lived right next door.

“In more ways than one. Ummm! You mind putting a couch cushion over...” She points an index finger at his crotch.

“It bothers you that bad?” He laughs, “I’m not bothered seeing you in panties.”

“FUCK ME!” She shakes her head sighing, “You’re right, I’m not setting any examples, am I?” Their earlier talk still nagged at her; she required her freedom. And this dilemma over Mace being family and trying to be a good example was misery. If his mother ever found out she was behaving poorly she would strangle her. Mace might slip up one day and mention her lapse in judgement. Still, this was her house dammit! Her life.

“Sure, you are. You’re showing me it’s okay to be myself ... just like you.”

“Goosebumps ... dammit Mace. Why are we watching The Graduate? It’s like ancient. What happened to the days when you and your sister were glued to Dumbo and Pinocchio?”

“Want me to lie to you?” He chuckles and pats his lap.

“DON’T YOU DARE Woody.” She winced, “If you’re going to stay a while, we need to set some ground rules Buddy boy. I know it can’t be helped but no drooling over your hot aunt. Rotten drools on the carpet enough without your help. I can see right now I’ll be hiring a cleaning service to shampoo my rugs once a week.” She points at Rotten her faithful Rottweiler making him droop his chin and look over his brow as if being punished.

“Come on Aunt Piper ... no need for rules just be yourself and let me be me.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Turn off Mrs. Robinson before she turns you on.” Her fingers flutter at the TV. Ignoring her he taunts her with the remote as if playing keep away. She tries stealing it in passing then growls. Leaning forward she sits her wine glass on the coffee table and dives at Mace playfully. “Give it to me.” Her choice in words made her grumble, “Ignore that statement.” He just laughed and taunted her some more until she resorted to tickling him. Finding a good spot along his ribs it got real.

“Stoooooop!” He bursts into laughter, she waited for just the right time to dodge his flailing arms and stretched across him to try and intercept her remote control. Evading her she collapsed over him, her chest smothering the side of his face. With no bra beneath her t-shirt, it was a natural feel. He immediately turned his face into her bosom, mouth wide as if surprised and caught her off guard. She was more surprised than he when her protruding nipple landed right between his lips.

“DAMMIT!” She rolled her breast to her right in a hurry but realized her nipples were like bullets because of it all. In escaping his lip lock his face was directly smothered around his face. He inhaled her shirt and did the unthinkable he battled her breasts with his cheekbones. “FUCK ME! You did that on purpose.”

“Did what? Used a trolling motor in the motorboat?” He chuckled.

“Not even right Mace. Hand me the damn remote.” Lifting away from his buried face she lingers at his side but holds her hand out over his lap, her knuckle accidently grazing his rather large inhabitant behind navy blue cotton sweatpants. As his eyes lower to her mistake, she rolls her eyes, “Oh my God! You are so not my nephew.”

“Hey! You’re the one that touched it, not me.”

“And who just planted his face between my girls here?” She retaliated.

“I want to watch the student tap the teacher.” In Piper’s mind the word teacher instantly visualized Josie McKellen. She wondered then if maybe the reason Mace was watching this was to further fantasize about, he and Josie. Sighing she felt obligated to crush that notion. In another lunge for the remote she wrestled her way over him sideways, her breasts now sliding across his chest, nipples teasing without meaning to. He merely hid the remote behind him making her give chase, that she did, tickling him then crushing him with her body to prevent him trying to escape. Behind her Rotten barked as if being protective but found himself undecided as to whom he needed to save.

“Just let me watch you ... I mean the movie.” Knowing he had already watched her fuck herself with her dildo Bodzilla over her surveillance camera, he battled back trying to tickle her with his free hand, in doing so his palm slid up under her shirt as she jerked about, his knuckle now brushing the underside of her left tit.

“GIVE ME THE FUCKING REMOTE!” She pulled back to avoid his contact with her breast before it got worse. Finally, she sat back and fumed. “I can make you go back home tonight.”

“You wouldn’t do that.” He razzed her with his tongue, “You love me too much.”

“Don’t think I won’t.”

Scowling he brings the remote out from under his ass and starts to hand it to her but swiftly lifts the front of his sweats and slips the remote under it, side by side with his dick. “I figure it’s safe there.”

“Yep! There’s a very REMOTE chance I’ll be digging in there to get it. Suit yourself I’m going to bed. I have to be up in a few hours.” She stands up and grabs her wine glass turning away from him. “I’m going to leave my door open so Rotten can have the run of the house. If he needs to pee, he’ll wake one of us up.” As she wiggles away with Rotten following her, he turns the movie back on. Halting at its revival Piper shakes her head and uses her toes to unplug the electrical cord from the outlet. The television went black. “Oopsie! Night Mace. OH!” She freezes, “Just so you know, and I will demand privacy ... I sleep in the nude. So ... keep out.”

“I sleepwalk.”

“It had better be into traffic then.” She headed into her room and left him by himself. He wondered if his aunt noticed his dick rise up through their battle. Maybe that was why she gave up so easily. Of course, she didn’t help him get over his problem by mentioning that she slept in the buff.

“Night Aunt Piper.” The second she turned out her bedroom light he had his dick out jerking for a second time since they had gotten home. His dick was tender after so many masturbations in one day. Add in the sex he had with Wendy and Lisa in Piper’s SUV he had literally nutted eight times in one day. That might be a record for him.

In her bedroom seconds prior to shutting off her light she stripped naked and danced in her window for all of thirty seconds. She knew that somewhere out there one of her neighbors was peeping. She just didn’t care.

Hopping up on her king size bed Rotten made himself at home literally commandeering a pillow to lay his head on next to hers. She cupped her breasts as she seemed to always do before turning in and chuckled, “Make yourself at home why don’t you. Rule number one Big Guy ... no drooling on that pillow. Rule two ... stay on your side of the bed. If I wake up with your wet nose sniffing my ass, I’ll send you back to Atlanta with Mace.” The dog lifted his head to listen then just ignored her. Ceiling lights out, tiny nightlight on, she crawled into bed beneath her sheet and lay on her side facing Rotten. Curling into a fetal position she sighed then reached out to pet her pup. “It’s good to have you home. Momma has missed you so much.” He reacted by scooting closer. A lick to her chin she kissed his snout. “Get some sleep.”

If she hadn’t nodded off Piper might have heard her nephew snarling as he detonated all over his lap. Even without the movie he had plenty of visual imagination giving him the edge. Not only did he have the hottest aunt ever, but right next door was also the hottest teacher he knew, with two super-hot daughters. Even the house on the other side of the pool had a hot MILF. He wanted to stay here forever.

Using the powder room to wash up a bit he grabbed a piece of leftover chicken from the fridge and just prowled the house. Not really tired he eventually gave up and went to his bedroom upstairs. With no curtains or blinds he left the lights out not wanting to be seen. Things were pretty dark all around the neighborhood from his angle. With a side window and a backyard window he was able to peer out at the McKellen home almost directly across from the master bedroom balcony where Henry and Josie slept. Looking behind he could see three different homes. The Hardecker’s, the Herbert’s, and a vacate home next to the Herbert residence. All of which were pitch black. Shuffling about he prepared to just lay down and stare at the ceiling. Suddenly, he heard what sounded almost like an owl. Holding his breath to listen for another it became more shrill, almost feminine. With a very low visual capacity he looked out the window behind his headboard toward the McKellen home. A lamp post on the street offered a thin caress of light between houses which led him to notice movement.

“Whoa!” He gazed toward the McKellen’s balcony capturing an unexpected sight. Henry and Josie were having sex on their balcony, feeling the night air between homes to inspire their lust. Trying new things now that the two of them had energized their love life they had chosen a bit of exhibitionism. Having barely met Henry, Mace was in awe of him as he stood behind Josie choking her as he fucked her from behind. Both of them totally nude. Josie’s tits danced over the rail of their balcony as she moaned into the shadows.

“Holy fuck!” Mace mumbled and gripped his dick for a third time tonight. Jerking off he found the allure of seeing Josie naked again intoxicating. He just wished he could see them better. Even though they were essentially the same level as he was it was just too dark to really enjoy her beauty. Still, he could at least hear them better. Silently he lifted his window up and overheard a louder version. Just listening to her moans was beautiful, her murmurs of, “Fuck me harder Henry.”, stimulated him into picturing her say, “Fuck me harder Mace.”, shooting his dick to red alert heights.

“God, I want to fuck that bitch.” Mace growled jerking off violently. Staring at her he noticed something. It was as if Josie was looking right at Mace himself. Could she see him in the darkness? Maybe she was just hoping he might see her. Of course, she had no idea where he was sleeping. Did she? Hearing her cry out at a rushed orgasm Henry nutted hard into her. Another round found Henry tugging her hair and slapping her ass cheeks, her response a very appealing, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Mace was hooked. He rattled off another load himself, this round was all over his bed’s headboard, droplets even landing on his pillow. He didn’t care.