Aunt Ellen – part 2

The next morning I woke up alone in the bed in the guest room. The first thing I noticed was how sore my dick felt. This also made me realize that all the action I had gotten last night had bee real and not just a wet dream. Not that I’d ever had a wet dream, I masturbated way too much for that . . .
I crawled out of bed and glanced at the clock. It was almost noon. I looked around to see if I could find any kind of clothing somewhere, but I didn’t see anything so I walked out of the guest room naked. My aunt was nowhere to be seen. I quickly walked to my own room, put on some clothes and walked down the stairs, where I found my aunt in the kitchen. She was frying some eggs. “There you are, you horny little devil,” she grinned, “I was just about to come and wake you up. You must be hungry?”
I nodded and my aunt put some fried eggs on a couple of slices of bread that were waiting on a plate. I sat down at the kitchen table and gobbled up the meal in no time at all.
“That was good,” I said, “thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said. “You know, I’m going to drop by my place in a while, to check if my girls aren’t making too big a mess while I’m away. You wanna come along?”
“Well, er, rather not,” I mumbled. The thought of being harassed again by those girls wasn’t particularly appealing to me. Even more so, I was much more in the mood for a repetition of last night, something my aunt had more or less promised me in so many words.
“Come on,” she said, “I promised your mother that I would keep an eye on you.”
I grinned inwardly at this remark. When my mom had asked her sister to ‘keep an eye on me’ she had undoubtedly intended it rather differently than the way my aunt Ellen had interpreted it.
“In case you’re worried,” my aunt said, “that my girls will be mean to you again, you shouldn’t be. I just called them and told them not to.”
“Well, all right,” I hesitantly agreed.
My aunt took off her apron and put it away. She was wearing the same elegant red dress she had worn when she had arrived at our place the day before. The dress wasn’t really very sexy or anything, but it did reveal what a gorgeous body she possessed. I couldn’t believe that before last night I had never noticed what a hot woman my aunt was.
We got into my aunt’s elderly Volkswagen and drove to her house on the other side of town. When we got there we found both of her daughters there, who were hanging out in the living room, watching music videos. Neither really looked like her mother. Shanice, seventeen, the daughter from my aunt’s first marriage to a black man, was wearing a wide grey sweater and dark green jogging pants. In spite of these loose-fitting garments it was obvious she had rather large and firm breasts – not quite as big as her mother’s, but those knockers really were rather otherworldly – and a very nice butt. She was a bit chubby, but certainly not fat. She had a nice, round face with full red lips and long curly black hairs.
Cory, sixteen, the daughter from my aunt’s second marriage to a German guy, was rather slim and, compared to her half-sister, dressed very sexily: a strapless purple top that showcased her not very large, but beautiful breasts really well and matching purple shorts. Combined with her high, white boots the shorts did a spectacular job of showing off her wonderful long legs. She had a pretty face and long, straight blond hairs. She kind of looked a bit like Kylie Minogue, I suddenly realised.
Shanice and Cory bother welcomed me in a most friendly way, something that made a rather odd impression on me. They had never done that before. Well, maybe a very long time ago, when I still was an infant and they were toddlers, but for the past ten years they hadn’t said a kind word to me.
There was a bit of a weird mood in the house and I felt a bit uncomfortable. My aunt and cousins seemed completely at ease, though. Cory invited me to sit next to her on the couch and asked if I wanted a beer. That struck me as a rather strange question, but I said yes anyway. I had never had beer before and wondered what it would taste like.
Aunt Ellen said that she had to discuss a few things with Shanice and before I knew it, my aunt and her elder daughter had disappeared upstairs and I was left alone on the couch, watching a boring video of some kind of uninteresting rock band.
It didn’t take long for Cory to return, though.