Chapter 1: Sleeping Beauty

The road was even worse than I remembered. It was one switchback after another as my Aunt Marti drove me up the mountain to our family cabin. The road was almost washed out in places. The tree branches were so close that that at times the windshield was totally blocked by leaves as we drove through them. It looked like no one had driven down the road in years.

I glanced at my Aunt Marti. I felt my face flush at the thought of what I had done to her last night.

When I was two-years old my grandparents died and left their house to my mother and her sister Marti. My mother was divorced from my father at that time so she decided to move into the house and share it with my Aunt Marti. They intended to share the house for a few years but after a while they concluded that they liked the living arrangements and we ended up staying together.

Aunt Marti was younger and wilder than my mother. She said that my grandparents were tired of correcting their children by the time she was born and consequently she was allowed to make more mistakes than her siblings. She got very good at making mistakes. Nobody called her a slut to her face but everybody in town implied that she had her share of partners in the sack.

Aunt Marti is the best aunt any boy could have. She was the aunt who would always slip me a beer at family get-togethers. She was the aunt who would take me to see the latest R rated movie when my mom wouldn't. She was the aunt who rented a porno movie for me for the end of the year party when my own best friend wimped out on me and wouldn't sneak one of his Dad's tapes. In short my Aunt Marti was the best aunt anybody could have. She was also the sexiest looking aunt in the world.

She was blonde, five-foot-eight and twenty-seven years old. She had no excess fat anywhere on her body. Her breasts were 38DD. I know because I found one of her bras hanging on a towel bar in the bathroom once. It was a sexy turquoise lace bra that screamed at me to touch it. I took it in my hands and looked at the label. I got so turned on handling her bra that I had to jack off. I wrapped the bra cup around my cock and spanked the monkey until I shot cum all the way across the bathroom into the bathtub. Some of the cum dribbled down my hand and onto the bra cup. I had just zipped up when Aunt Marti knocked on the bathroom door and walked in before I could tell her I was in there.

Aunt Marti was wearing a short silk kimono that was very loosely tied at the waist. I loved that kimono. The globes of her breasts would flash into view and then hide again as she walked down the hall. Very often I ended up jerking off after watching her walk to her bedroom. Thank god I had just finished or I would have had to do it again.

"I forgot my bra, Max," she said as she turned to the towel rack to get it.

"Here it is," I said as I handed it to her. "It fell on the floor and I picked it up." I don't think I could have said anything more pathetic.

Aunt Marti took the bra from me without question. "Thank you, Max."

She folded the bra as she turned to leave the bathroom. I saw her fingers land right in the middle of a glop of cum. She stopped just outside the door as her thumb smeared cum on the inside of the bra cup.

"Thank you for picking up my bra, Max. I wouldn't want it to get dirty. It's nice to know that you look after my things."

Aunt Marti fanned herself with the lapel of the kimono. I was speechless as I got an eyeful of her magnificent tit.

"It sure is hot, isn't it, Max," she said. "I can't stand wearing anything when it's this hot. What about you, Max?"

"Uhh, no," I said sounding as dumb as a box of rocks.

Aunt Marti smiled again. "Goodnight, Max."

I closed the door and jacked off again as I thought of Aunt Marti lying naked and sweating on her bed.

Aunt Marti had never been careful about locking the bathroom door or her bedroom door. I think after the bra incident she stopped locking doors all together. After bursting in on her as she sat on the toilet with her shorts down around her ankles, I started knocking on the bathroom door anytime I saw it closed and needed to use the toilet. I was afraid she would think I was some kind of pervert if I kept interrupting her while she peed.

She wore her short kimono every evening after her bath. I think she was beginning to get some kind of perverse pleasure out of watching me squirm while she sat on the couch with her tits almost spilling out of her kimono. Many times I had excuse myself and go to the bathroom to whack off just to be able to sit comfortably while I watched television.

Once when I was going back to the living room after shooting another load of cum into the bathroom sink I heard my mom speaking very sternly to Aunt Marti. I didn't think I should intrude on what sounded to me like an argument so I stood quietly in the hallway listening to my Mom rip a new asshole in Aunt Marti. Even though she spoke forcefully, she kept her voice so low that I could barely hear her side of the argument.

"Stop trying to seduce, Max," said Mom.

"I am not trying to seduce him, Jan. I just like to dress comfortably."

"You mean undress comfortably. Most nights you're just a few threads shy of flashing your tits and pussy at him!"

"I like my kimono and I don't like wearing a bra. I never have and you know that. And as for flashing my pussy, it never bothered you when you were in junior high. And you flashed yours at me more than once, too."

I heard my mom gasp. "We both agreed to never talk about that," mom whispered.

"No, you agreed to never talk about it. I never agreed. Personally, I'm not ashamed of it. I enjoyed those times."

I was leaning forward trying to hear better when my hand hit the light switch in the hall. The blaze of light brought the argument to a halt. I counted to ten before entering the living room.

Mom's face was expressionless. Aunt Marti was smiling. She clutched her robe closed and tucked under her legs as she sat with her legs draped over the arm of the easy chair.

"I was going to get some iced tea," I said. "Would you like some, Mom? Aunt Marti?"

"Yes, dear," said Mom stiffly. She forced a smile and tried to ease the tension in her voice. "I would love some iced tea."

"I'd like some, too," said Aunt Marti cheerfully.

That was the end of their argument. I tried to listen to them discreetly for the next several weeks but never heard anymore about Aunt Marti being more modest or what Mom had agreed never to talk about. I knew it had something to do with sex or Aunt Marti would not have used the phrase 'flashing a pussy.' I tried to imagine my mother flashing her pussy at me or anyone else. It was difficult to imagine. It was also disturbingly stimulating. Mom began to show up in my wet dreams alongside Aunt Marti.

One day Mom and Aunt Marti got a letter in the mail from their uncle Bill. He was the black sheep of the family. Most people said that Marti took after him but I don't think they ever met more than a few times.

The letter said that he was giving them the cabin that he owned up on Spring Mountain. They knew that he had a cabin up there but had only been to it when they were little girls. Uncle Bill said that he was getting too old to spend much time up there and he wanted them to have the place. He included the address of his attorney and said they were to make an appointment to sign the deed. Mom and Aunt Marti were a little skeptical at first but I wanted desperately to have a place to have parties and a place to take a girlfriend when we wanted some privacy. Assuming I actually got a girlfriend one of these days. The closest I had gotten to a girlfriend was six years ago when the girl who lived across the street played doctor with me a couple times. I never got to touch anything and at nine-years-old she didn't have that much to look at.

I wore them down over the next two days. They called their attorney and Uncle Bill's attorney and a week later we owned a cabin. I wanted to go see it that afternoon. Mom and Aunt Marty discussed their schedules and finally decided that we would all go see the place in two weeks. Both of them would take a week's vacation and we would spend it at the cabin.

I spent the next two weeks getting camping gear organized and packed and selecting some staples to take up to the cabin to leave for later in the summer. I turned sixteen in another month and planned to drive up to the cabin for my party. I hadn't decided if I wanted to invite a lot of people or just one girl. If I had a lot of people I could be sure of getting drunk. If I invited just one girl, I could get laid. I decided to put off the final decision until after I had scoped out the cabin.

Two days before we were supposed to leave, Mom came home from work and announced that she had to fly to LA on business that weekend. Marti wanted to postpone the trip until Mom got back but I talked faster than I ever had before. It was decided that Marti and I would go and Mom would join us after she got back from LA.

Mom left that night and Aunt Marti went out on the town with Alice, one of her wilder girl friends. They liked to go to a bar that has a live band. I stayed at home packing the SUV with all of our gear and watching TV.

I heard a car drive up to the house about 11:00. I looked out the window and saw Alice coming up to the door. She was back about two hours earlier than expected. I opened the door before she could ring the bell. Alice was wearing a crop tank top that worked hard to conceal her breasts. The tank top might have had a fighting chance if a bra had confined Alice's breasts.

"You're back early," I said.

"Yeah," she said a little drunkenly. "Help me get Marti out of the car."