Aunt Ellen

I was a young teenager when I discovered sex. Of course, I had already known it existed and what it entailed, but I had always thought it was just something weird.
At a certain point, though, I started to react differently when for example I saw a topless woman on television. In the past I would have thought that was dirty, probably because of my Catholic upbringing. Now, on the other hand, I began to find such a sight very interesting. Also, I noticed that when I looked at a naked woman, my penis started to grow.
Obviously, it didn’t take me long to discover masturbation and that immediately became my favourite hobby. Late at night, when my parents thought I was fast asleep, I watched erotic shows on small black-and-white television set and jacked off like a maniac. It didn’t take long before the soft sex shows on television weren’t exciting enough for my anymore. I couldn’t buy real porn, though, because I was too young for that. As time passed, I started to get rather frustrated.
One time, during the summer holiday, my parents left for the weekend to visit an aunt and uncle who lived on the other side of the country. Until then I usually had to come along on such visits, but I was always bored to death during such occasion and this time I had managed to convince my parents that I was really too old by now to come along. Sadly, they didn’t think I was old enough to be left home alone for an entire weekend, so another aunt, a recently divorced sister of my mother who lived in the same town we did, came to watch over me for the weekend.
I kind of like this aunt, aunt Ellen. She was always really nice and I also enjoyed visiting her, because she had two great-looking daughters, one sixteen and one seventeen years old, that I really had the hots for. Because they were older than me, though, they weren’t interested in me at all. Quite the contrary, they were always really mean to me. In spite of that, I often fantasized about them.
On Friday night, after my parents had left, my aunt and I had dinner together. After dinner she went into the living room to watch her soap operas, while I went to my own room to jack off to family pictures of her daughters, my cousins.
At about eleven my aunt came to my room and told me, that it was time for me to go to bed by now. I half-heartedly protested, but ultimately did as she wished. After my aunt had seen to it that I brushed my teeth, I crawled into bed and my aunt turned off the lights.
A few minutes later I crawled out of bed again, in the dark, and carefully walked out of my room, towards that stairs. I noticed that downstairs, the lights were still on and I heard the television, so apparently aunt Allen hadn’t gone to bed yet. I sneaked back to my room, turned my little television on and searched for a channel that had something interesting.