Chapter 8

Lydia staggered out of her daughter's bedroom, dazed. She'd just had more sexual pleasure than she'd had in the rest of her life put together- in just a few hours!- and she knew it wasn't over yet. Her eyes were having trouble focussing, her body was weary, but she could have navigated her own house blindfolded, and she had a clear goal in mind.

Cock.

Making slow, luxurious love to her daughter had been amazing (as was the rough, passionate fucking they'd alternated it with) but Lydia was ready for something more. Something hard, something masculine, something that could provide her with cum straight from the source.

She didn't know where she was going to find some cock, but she knew exactly what she was going to do with it when she found it.

From down the hallway, she heard the sound of male voices. They seemed to be engaged in some kind of low-key argument - voices were raised, their blood was probably pumping ... it sounded like they were fighting for dominance, growling at each other, comparing metaphorical cock-size (or, if she was lucky, literal cock-size... )

Neil didn't know why he was feeling so antsy, but he was taking it out on his brothers. They were hardly any better - for the last few hours, all of them had been at each other's throats, especially after their hot cousin Delilah had passed briefly through the room. The four brothers weren't normally thick as thieves, but it was rare for them to all be as argumentative as they were now.

The heat had been simmering for a few hours now, but finally erupted when Harry, the youngest of the four, had claimed that he'd kissed a girl. On any ordinary day, this would have simply resulted in the rest of them refusing to believe him and teasing him for making up a girlfriend, but for some reason Pat (only two years older than Harry) had taken umbrage at the comment, and refused to let it drop.

"You haven't kissed a girl!" Pat was practically screaming, his fists balled and his face red. The argument had started small, but as Harry continued to insist that his first kiss was a true event, Pat had worked himself up more and more.

"I have!" Harry cried back.

Newly twenty, Neil would ideally have been sitting back and watching the exchange, possibly smoking a cigarette, unfazed by the argument unfolding in front of him. But for some reason, he was leaning forward tensely, ready to join in if a fist-fight broke out and, worst of all, prodding the pair of them.

"What's wrong, Pat?" he goaded, "Has Harry kissed more girls than you have?"

"No!" Pat shouted, taking a step towards Neil.

"I think your face says it all," Oscar chimed in. Oscar was the second-oldest of the four - unlike Neil, he didn't ever attempt to be even remotely cool, yet somehow had been the first of the brothers to land a long-term girlfriend, Yasmin.

So while Harry and Pat had been arguing about Harry's probably mythical girlfriend, Neil and Oscar had been exchanging glances, watching the fight and without words agreeing that Pat was probably riled up because he'd never been kissed. Neil had also been wondering what a hot piece of ass like Yasmin saw in his dorky brother, and imagining her coming 'round, falling victim to his own cool demeanour, agreeing that he was MUCH cooler than Oscar, and moving her hand down to start playing with his cock...

As Pat had moved towards Neil, without even thinking he'd stood up, ready to fight if that was what it came to. Maybe Oscar would tell Yasmin about the fight, and she'd realise that ... but no, that was a ridiculous thought.

Neil stood a full head over Pat, but Pat wasn't backing down. It would most likely have come to blows, but for the abrupt entrance of their aunt, flushed and panting.

Lydia stood at the doorway, her eyes drinking in the four specimens of potential cum-providers in front of her. After tucking her daughter in, she'd attempted to get redressed, but a teenaged girl's bedroom is not a place known for its ordered system of clothes-sorting, and she'd ended up unable to find her jeans, and having to squeeze into some of Becky's clothes.

The Virus had ensured that the pain she should have felt while forcing her feet into Becky's high-heels turned into pleasure, and that its influence had meant that modesty hadn't been a factor when picking out a top. The result was that Neil, Oscar, Pat and Harry had turned to see their Aunt Lydia dressed up as a stone-cold MILF.

The high heels made her legs look longer, and the short skirt that she'd borrowed from her daughter seemed even shorter as a result. She hadn't bothered with panties, and so if any of the brothers had spent enough time looking at her thighs, they would quickly have seen the juices slowly trickling down her leg.

Spectacular as they were, however, no one was staring at her legs. The only top that she could find in her dazed state had been a jacket, and she hadn't realised that it was only supposed to be worn as a top layer. It didn't button up at the front; it barely covered her nipples, let alone providing even a hint of austerity.

All four of the boys were staring at her, mouths agape. She stared at them for a few seconds, the cloud on her mind lifted briefly, and she noticed the confrontational position they were standing in. Lydia remembered that she was the adult in the situation, and it was her job to take charge.

"What's going on here, boys?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips authoritatively, an effect that was slightly undermined by the fact that it exposed one of her breasts. All four boys stared wordlessly at the exposed nipple, visibly erect and just begging to be sucked.

There was a pause, and Pat spoke up.

"Harry says that he's kissed a girl."

The cloud was starting to descend again, as Lydia unwillingly imagined it - a sexy older woman, like herself, grabbing Harry's young face and forcing her tongue down his throat, exploring his body with her hands, grabbing his young ass, fondling his pants and discovering the hardness within...

Her nephews simply watched as her eyes unfocussed and she started breathing heavily. No one knew that every drop of sweat on her body was full of the Virus, and that with every breath out she was disseminating more into the room. The longer she stood there, the more the boys became aware of her body, the more their inhibitions lowered, the more they grew aroused and ready to take her...

Lydia tried to snap herself out of it. She grabbed the jacket and tried to cover her breasts. It was time for her to take charge, time for her to be an adult.

"Well," she started, adopting a strict tone. "There's only one way to make sure."

"Who here has kissed a girl before?"

Neil, Oscar and Harry raised their hands. The eldest two brothers shared a smirk at Pat's unraised hand, but their attention was quickly brought back to their aunt, as she took two steps forwards and kissed Harry on the lips.

"Hmmm," she said. "It's been so long since I had a first kiss ... it's hard to say. Pat, come here."

Pat looked like he couldn't believe his luck. His first kiss was brief, but he was unlikely to forget it any time soon - when a scantily-clad cougar kisses you and grabs your butt, it tends to stick in your memory.

"Well?" Even with his hormones raging, Harry hadn't forgotten the argument. "Do you believe me yet?"

"Wellll..." his Aunt Lydia replied, drawing it out. "Now I'll need to compare to someone who HAS kissed a girl before..."

Oscar and Neil both stepped forward, but Neil was slightly faster. Deciding to show off a bit, he dipped his aunt, inadvertently flipping her jacket back and providing all the boys in the room with a great view of their aunt's tits. When the kiss was finished, his aunt's eyes had again lost focus.

"That's not fair!" Harry cried. "That was with tongue - I didn't kiss you with tongue."

"Well," Lydia murmured, starting to feel like she was losing track of what was happening. "We can definitely fix that..."

After Harry french-kissed his aunt, Pat insisted that he get to have a turn as well. Neil wanted to show his younger brothers how it was done, but as his kiss included a grope of Lydia's exposed breasts, Pat and Harry both wanted to go again. Within a few minutes, Lydia had extensively made out with and been fondled by all three of the single boys in the room, and somehow lost her jacket in the process.

Oscar, ever the quiet one, had simply been standing and watching, but when he saw his older brother's hand start to try to find its way up Lydia's skirt, he spoke up.

"I bet I'm the only one here who has gone down on a girl."

Aunt Lydia's eyes lit up, Pat and Harry looked down, but Neil stared straight at his oldest younger brother and accepted the inherent challenge.

"I've gone down on heaps of girls," he claimed, hoping no one caught the slight waver in his voice. In truth, he'd only hooked up with a few girls, and only once gotten past second base. She'd let him go down on her, briefly, and then they'd fucked, but she'd cum before he had, and insisted that they stop before he was even close.