Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 (Edited for Age Constraints)

Life with Aunt Jess
This is a story of incest. Being that, if you are not comfortable reading something like this, I suggest you stop right now. Do not preach or voice your fake morals. After all look at the site you are on. It is your decision to read these. Critique grammar, spelling or writing style all you want, but leave the subject matter alone.


Submitted for your consideration, my name is Charles Edward Tuttle. I am the oldest of three children. I have one brother, Patrick Alan, and a sister Katrina Anne. The two younger children were born ten and twelve years after myself, respectively. Our parents like the idea of having the initials of our names spell words. I was called Chet from the time I was born. I asked mom how they got Chet from Charles one time. She spelled it out for me, “Ch. for Charles E. for Edward and T. for Tuttle.” It suddenly made sense. My brother and sister were also called Pat and Kat, and was a double twist of their initials and short versions of their names.

Mom was also the oldest child in her family. She was, however one of only two children and her younger sister, Jessica, was a late in life child. Jess is two months older than myself. We have been close all our lives. Our families lived two hours apart, but visited each other at least once a month, and sometimes more for holidays. Jess and I have been pretty much inseparable at these gatherings since we were born.

Here is a little more about Jess. She has raven hair, which is to say, it is nearly black and shiny, straight as an arrow. Oh, and it is as soft as a chinchilla fur. For as long as I can remember, she has always smelled light and flowery, even as a young girl. When she reached her later teens, she really blossomed well. She had a very athletic body, due to her involvement with the swim team at her school. Now for the dirty stuff. She has an amazing pair of breasts. They are not small and not big either, being at least a large “C” if not a small “D”. She has a small waist and flat stomach that flows flawlessly into the sexiest hips and a firm round buttock. I would say she is the total package. One more thing. She has the biggest dark brown eyes that would let her get away with just about anything. They twinkle when she is feeling devilish, and just all out sparkle when she smiles.

I kind of think Jess and I were pushed together, in a small way when I turned four years old. We gathered at our house to celebrate my birthday. Jess was in a somewhat foul mood most of the day, and I didn’t know why till it came time to for me to open my presents. It turned out that she was upset that she had nothing to give me. I never knew why it was so important to her to give me a gift. I guess she has been of a generous nature all her life. Grandpa “Pap” Bailey, her father, suggested she just give me a kiss. The entire family got their cameras ready and howled with glee when she, without hesitation, gave me a big kiss on the lips. From that day on, whenever there was a birthday or holiday where gifts were to be traded, we were pushed to give each other a kiss. The family always cheered and most captured the moment on camera. It became so natural to us, that we didn’t think of any better gift to one another. Our relationship only grew stronger.

As we neared our teen years, we had such a hard time being separated between gatherings, that we called each other at least once a week and sometimes more often. Our play was always innocent, board games, video games, sports, mostly swimming. Both our families were into swimming. Pap and Grammi Bailey were both swimmers in high school. Mom and dad both competed on their high school teams. In fact, that is how they met; rival schools at swim meets. We had a swimming pool in our back yard as did Pap and Grammi. When the weather permitted, Jess and I spent most of our free time together in one pool or another.

During one of our visits to the grandparent’s, when we were ten, Jess and I were outside hanging around with each other, as usual, when she suggested she should kiss me. I was confused as to why she wanted to kiss me. “Do we need a reason to kiss? Other than we like each other?” Jess answered in a gruff tone. “I just feel like kissing you.” I couldn’t argue that. She stepped in front of me and planted the softest kiss I had ever gotten from her or anybody else. Something erupted in me and I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in tight, as I locked my lips on hers.

“Hey! What are you two doing?” Pap yelled from a few yards away.

“Uh,” Jess stammered. “We were just practicing… for our next birthday.”

“Uh, yeah,” I added.

As Pap approached he said, “I don’t think you need to be practicing.”

“Dad…”Jess started, then fell silent.

“Get back to the house! Both of you,” Pap shouted as he turned to stomp back to the house.

We walked back slowly and without saying a word to each other. Though we thought we were in big trouble, I couldn’t help but think about that first kiss. I was scared about what might be waiting for us back the house, but I was also excited. I hadn’t felt anything like that before. Hell, I was only ten years old, for Christ’s sake. Where did she learn to kiss like that? Has she been practicing with somebody else? I stopped thinking about that as we climbed the steps to the front door. My legs felt weak and heavy. I opened the door and stepped back so Jess could step in before me. She looked at me like I was a coward. She was basically right. I knew in my heart that we were toast.

Mom, Dad, Pap, and Grammi, were all sitting in the living room. We walked in and stood side by side. I could feel the heat of embarrassment on my face as I looked at each of their faces, trying to gauge just how much trouble we were really in. My hand found Jess’ and I took hold of it. She gave mine a supportive squeeze. Mom cleared her throat a couple times, but said nothing.

Finally, dad spoke, “Well… well… well. What have we got here?” He looked a little upset, but not mad. “I have got to say, I am a little disappointed. But, I can’t allow you to take all the blame for this.”

“Your dad is right,” Mom finally said with a dry voice. “We are just as much to blame… if not more.”

“We kind of pushed you… Introduced you to this kind of behavior,” Grammi added. “We thought it was so cute to have you kiss for each special occasion.”

“Uh…” Pap appeared to be apologetic. “I think I might have been a little abrupt, when I saw you two kissing. I mean, you two are related. But, we see how are together.”

“We love each other,” I said, looking into Jess’ eyes. I immediately saw that familiar twinkle. She also squeezed my hand harder.

“You are a little young to think of that kind of love. Don’t you think?” asked Dad.

“Yes, I know John,” answered Jess. “I love you and Janet, and Mom and Dad. But it’s not the same thing I feel for Chet. Do you want us to stay away from each other for awhile? I want you to know, I would literally die without him.” She looked deep into my eyes and I could see the twinkle soften and fade. The sparkle turned to tears.

“No. We aren’t going to split you up,” Grammi assured us. “All we ask, is that you be careful, and not mistake your kind of ‘puppy love’ for what two adults feel for one another.” There was a short silence. I wanted to say something, but felt what I had to say may just come off sounding childish. Finally, Grammi broke the silence, “What we are really asking, is that you not have sex, until you are older and know what you want.”

“And maybe by then we will have decided we are not right for each other, huh?” I asked with a smart tone that I immediately regretted using. Mom gave me a “Don’t go there” look. “Sorry,” I said.

“That is not what we are hoping, though it might be better in the long run,” Dad interjected. “Waiting till you are older, and more mature, will give you a chance to live a little more before making that much of a commitment. If you are still ‘together’ in, say, five years, or more, then we will support your decision and help you to insure you don’t have a little accident.”

“You mean a baby?” Jess asked.

“Precisely,” Pap said.

“I can tell you that… well, I don’t know about Jess, but I am not even ready for sex yet.” I tried to sound mature at that point. Failing miserably, for sure.

“No, I am not either,” Jess added.

“Well… Good,” Pap said. “Now… If you feel you must kiss each other. Though, I think you are too young yet for making out. Don’t feel you need to hide it from us.”

“Okay, Dad. And we will try not to put on a show. Will we Chet?” Jess sighed.

“Speak for yourself,” I joked. I got a few jeers with that comment.

“Now off with you two,” Grammi said. “And remember… Children behave.” She sang the last sentence to the tune of “I Think We’re Alone Now” by Tommy James and the Shondels. We all knew that Grammi liked classic pop, so we all knew the reference and chuckled. With that I pulled on Jess’ hand and we ran outside to enjoy what time we had left together before I had to leave with the folks to go home.

The next eight years went pretty much like the family wished for us. Our relationship was stronger than ever, still professing our love for each other. We knew we would probably spend the rest of our lives together. Though, occasionally, we joked about easily replacing the other. We continued to see each other at least once a month, when our families got together. More importantly, we spoke on the phone on a daily basis.

Some things changed over those eight years. Jess and I grew a lot. Jess had grown to about five feet nine inches tall. I had sprouted to five feet ten inches tall. I loved the idea that we could look each other in the eyes. Jess’ gorgeous hair had grown down her back to just above the crack of her luscious ass. Oh, and her ass had filled in nicely as well. I put my hands on it every chance I got while making out or just the quick kisses. And as far as the kisses go, the family still insisted on us trading saliva during the holidays or special gatherings. They must have had an album full of just us kissing by now.

One day we were talking on the phone, and Jess tried to cut the conversation short. I pretended to be upset. “I need to get to my homework,” she said.

“I have been doing mine while talking to you,” I told her.

“No way. How can you listen to what I am saying and do your homework at the same time? What was I talking about and what are you studying?”

“You were talking about what your friends want to do over Christmas vacation. And I am studying science. Evolution, to be more specific.”

“And you have done this the whole time we have been talking on the phone?”

“Yes, for four or five years.”

“How do you do it? I know you get nearly straight A’s.”

“I am a southpaw.”

“What?”

“A southpaw. I am left handed in a right handed world. I have to use both sides of my brain and I have trained mine to use both sides independently of one another.”

“Really? How do you… do… YOU SHIT! YOU ARE LYING TO ME!”

“Yes I am lying to you. Being able to focus on two different things is a small talent I have developed since we have been together. I did it out of necessity. If my grades slip, Dad takes away my phone. If I can’t call you, I go apeshit. I need to be able to talk to you.”

“So you kinda like me, huh?”

“Jess. I love you so much it hurts. You are my life entire.”

“I love you so much, Chet. Now, I am afraid I have to get off here. I don’t have the split brain you do. I have to work hard on my grades. “

“I will talk to you tomorrow, I love you, Baby.”

“I love you. Talk to you tomorrow.” With that the line went dead. I thought to myself it is good that I can multi-task. I cannot get this angel out of my head. My life truly was hers, entire.

Not five minutes after we said goodbye, I received a text from Jess. It was a picture message, along with a note saying, “We need to take this to the next level.” The picture was a close-up of what I could only assume was her pussy. I had never seen it before but I had seen her in a bikini and she had a suntan tattoo just above the waistband of her bikini bottom. I recognized it, a pair of lips. She used a sticker when she tanned so the skin stayed a lighter tone than that around it. I was surprised that it was still visible this late in the year.

I sent her a return text asking, “Is that you in the picture?” I had no doubt it was, I just wanted confirmation. I stared a hole through the picture while I waited for her response. Her pussy was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She has a thick mat of well trimmed black fur, that glistened in the flash of the camera. My hard-on was immediately straining against the fabric of my pajama pants, the only thing I was wearing.

“Of course it is me, silly. Now I want to see your package.” she wrote. I clicked off a couple shots of my throbbing member, and sent the one I felt did me more justice. I seized the opportunity to slowly stroke myself while looking at her picture, and waiting for a response.

“OMG! You make me so horny, you naughty boy!” She finally wrote back.

“I am wanking to your picture, if you gotta know.”

“How much do you do that? Am I always the victim of your fantasies?”

“I don’t see you as a victim in my fantasies. You are more of a vixen.”

“So… How often do you “WANK”?

“20 or 30 times a day.” I sent the text and chuckled to myself for a minute. Then quickly sent another saying, “Seriously… only once or twice a week.”

“That’s not so bad then.” Pause… “I got to get to bed, my love. Big day tomorrow. Mom and I are finishing our xmas shopping.”

“Okay, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, g’nite.”

“G’nite”. I went to my bathroom to get ready for bed. The image of my beautiful sexy aunt’s pussy burned into my brain. My erection would not subside, if I didn’t get my mind off her. I started stroking my sensitive shaft. It was the only way I could think to get rid of the rigid meat standing out from my groin. I watched in the mirror as my hand slid up and down the smooth taut skin. I was watching myself jerk-off, but all I could see was Jess’ tasty looking sex. I had never actually tasted her, but had seen oral sex in videos on the Internet, and knew one day I would taste Jess.

The more I thought about Jess, the faster I stroked myself. I could soon feel my balls pulling tight into my body and the electric tingling sensation that heralded my approaching orgasm. I held onto the feeling as long as I could, but finally, there was no more holding back. I exploded in a huge rush, one rope after another gooey rope into the sink, on the mirror and all over my now slick fingers. As the last drops of cum dripped from the tip of my cock onto my fingers still sliding up and down my shaft. In a moment of curiosity, I licked a tiny amount of my own semen from my hand. It tasted funny and had a strange texture, but it was not at all unpleasant.

I quickly wiped the goo from the mirror and sink, then got in the shower and washed away any residue of my love juice and the day’s grime. By the time I finished, I felt more relaxed and suddenly very tired. I slept like a baby that night. I dreamed of my sweet Aunt Jess.

The next morning I tried calling Jess, but she did not answer her phone. I assumed she and Grammi were shopping as it was late morning. My assumption proved right. Jess called as they were waiting for their lunch. They decided to eat a Perkins near the mall. “I am so sorry I didn’t hear my phone ring,” Jess apologized. We were so focused on our shopping.”

“It’s okay,” I told her. “I know women got to shop.”

“Especially when I am having a hard time finding something for you.”

“You already know what I want.”

“I think I do… It has something to do with that picture I sent you, right? By the way, that is for your eyes only… Do you hear me?”

“Loud and clear Ma’am,” I laughed.

“You better heed my warning. If you don’t, you will not live to see it again. Now, is there something else specific I can buy for you? And don’t you spend too much for mine, if you are getting me one at all.”

“Too late,” I said. “I have already bought yours.”

“It better not have cost too much.”

“You will know when you get it.”

“Mom just went to the restroom. I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“What did you think of that picture… Really?”

“I thought it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

“I may have uploaded a picture from the Internet. It may not be me,” She said with a giggle.

“I know it is you, love. That lips tattoo just above your tan line is a dead giveaway.”

“You’ve been looking at my crotch area you perv?”

“Well… Er… Um.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” A short paused, then Jess continued. “Did you wank it last night?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“Hee hee hee. Did you?”

“Yes. And I won’t lie about it! What did you get me for Christmas?”

“I had my pecker cast in bronze. That way, you can have me anytime you want.”

“Bullshit. Dammit, here comes Mom. I will talk to you later. I love you.”

“I love you. Bye.”

The next two days till Christmas Day were the longest. I was like a little child, getting excited about what gifts I was getting. I was also anxious to see how Jess reacted to the gift I got her. We planned on going to Pap and Grammi’s on Christmas Eve and spending two full days there. We were to spend this evening with Grandma Tuttle. I looked forward her Christmas almost as much as with the Bailey side of the family. I had been getting cash from Grandma Tuttle. Pat and Kat were still young enough they only wanted toys. Grandma did not disappoint any of us. She enjoyed lavishing us with piles of toys and or cash. When we returned home, and just like she was watching the house, Jess called. I was excited to tell her about the money I got from Grandma. “We need to talk… Seriously,” Jess started.

“What’s going on, Love?”

“I was going to wait till tomorrow to tell you this, but I think we need talk about this now.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… Yet,” Jess replied.

“Well, please, don’t keep me in suspenders.”

“Funny, Chet. Anyway, this morning I started having premenstrual cramps.”

“O…K… Forgive my stupidity, but where is this going?”

“I was planning to ask if you want to have sex. I wanted it to be spontaneous. But with these cramps, I think my period is just around the corner. I am ready to have sex with you. God, I hope you are ready for me. I would feel awful if you weren’t.”

“Of course I am ready. I have wanted you for so long, but I didn’t want to appear be pushy about it.”

“Yeah, I have never felt pushed. That is one thing I love about you. Nevertheless, I am ready and I don’t think I can wait any longer. And now I know what your manhood looks like, I want it more.”
“I just hope your period doesn’t start for another couple days. I would hate to let you down.”

“You couldn’t let me down if you tried. If it does start, maybe you can look past that and we can still do it.”

“I don’t know if I could. I would certainly give it a try. Just to please you.”

“Good. Anyway, I just started getting cramps this morning and they usually last a couple days before the bleeding starts.”

“I can’t wait to see you naked, finally.” We talked for another hour before we traded our “Goodnights” and went to bed. I didn’t sleep well that night. My mind was fixed on what was going to happen in the next day or two.

First thing in the morning on Christmas Eve, we packed up the car to make the two hour trip from Sandusky to Akron for the Bailey Family Gathering. Though I was high with anticipation for the plans that Jess and I had made, I slept most of the way there. I guess I was making up for some of the sleep I had missed the night before. Mom and Dad laughed as we pulled into the drive. Pat and Kat usually zonked out during the trip, but I usually read a book, did homework or just watched the scenery.

Pap, Grammi and Jess ran out to meet us as we were getting out of the car. They were always happy to see us. Of course, Jess gave me special hellos. This day was no different other than our secret plans. Jess hugged Mom and Dad and the little children. Pap and Grammi hugged me first, knowing that Jess would “molest” me and tie up all my time. When it was my turn to greet Jess, she gave me that sly sparkling smile that drove me nuts. The smile quickly faded as she was hit with a particularly bad cramp. Once the cramp had passed, she locked me in her arms and gave me a passionate kiss. Pat and Kat giggled in shy embarrassment.

When we pulled away from each other, I looked at Jess, who must have been having another cramp, and asked her, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, once the Midol kicks in.” She rubbed her stomach as we walked to the house arm in arm. She did, in fact act like she felt better as the day wore on.

After a huge dinner, we cleaned up the dishes and settled in the living room and talked about everything and nothing while we let our meal process. About three o’clock, we decided it was time to exchange gifts. I was anxious to see Jess open the gift I bought for her. I was hoping she would like it. I bought her an iPad. We had looked at them one time when we went shopping and she said she would like one. I hoped that she hadn’t gotten one from anybody else, since. When she opened the gift, she looked at it and screamed. “Oh, my god! This is just what I wanted!” She looked at me, “How could you afford this? They don’t just give them away, you know.”

“I worked for the money,” I said. “I do odd jobs for Grandma Tuttle.”

“And she pays well,” Dad and I added at the same time.

“How well? These iPads go for over seven hundred dollars apiece.” Jess stopped thought for a second. “Dammit Chet, I don’t think I am worth such a pricey gift.”

“I do, Honey.” I answered as I looked around the room for support. Everybody nodded in agreement.

“But what I got you isn’t worth near that much,” Jess stated with a waver in her voice as she tried to hold back tears.

“If you bought it for me, It is worth MORE than that iPad.” I grabbed the package she got for me and opened it. It was a plastic model kit of a 1961 Chevy Impala. “Where did you find this? I have been looking for one for years.”

“I went into that old hobby shop on Old Main,” she managed to get out. “You see, the box has a little shelf rash and is faded a little. It sat there for a long time.”

“Just waiting for you to come along and rescue it.” I sat the box carefully to the side and took Jess into my arms. “It is the perfect gift. I love you.”

“I wanted more for you,” she sobbed.

“I told you, this is perfect. Now I have the car of my dreams. And the girl of my dreams.”

“And you still owe him a Christmas kiss,” Pap joked. Jess didn’t waste a second and planted the second passionate kiss of the day on me. I wiped the tears from her eyes and we continued opening gifts. The room was filled with laughter and joy, as all other Christmas’s in my memory were.

When bedtime came, Grammi suggested it would be alright if I were to sleep with Jess. But only if that was all we did. “It would be a lot more comfortable than that cot you always get stuck on,” she said. I was excited as hell to finally be able to share a bed with my love. I was not going to betray the trust my family gave me.

I showered and went to Jess’ room and waited for her to do her bathroom duties. I was nervous, to say the least. I fidgeted and paced the room while Jess finished. When she finally came into the room, she was wearing only her fluffy terry robe. I had never thought of a terry robe as sexy, until that moment. “I need to get into my nightie,” she said shyly. “Would you object to seeing me naked? If only for a few seconds?”

“I would not object at all,” I stammered. Jess slowly undid the sash on her robe and let it fall open. There she was in all her beautiful glory. “I knew it,” I said after I caught my breath. “Oh my god, Jess. I never could imagine…” Her breasts were larger than they appeared to be under her blouses and inside her bras and bikini tops. How was that possible? Her nipples were dark brown and erect. I allowed my eyes to follow the shape of her torso down to her virgin pussy. Just as with the picture the pubes were neatly trimmed to a perfect “V” and glistened in the light just like the hair on her head. The one small difference was that her bush was tightly curled. “Uh, I think you should get into your nightie, or better yet, a full nightgown, before I forget the promise I made to Grammi.”

“Yes, I suppose I should.” she hesitantly agreed. “One thing, though. I haven’t got anything frumpy. You will just have to control yourself. And, if you can’t, we will deal with the consequences.” I was doing good to keep my erection to half staff. I am sure Jess could see it as all I was wearing was a light pair of pajama bottoms. She dropped the robe to the floor and took her time putting on the thin silk nightie. It did very little to hide the magnificent body within. “Be careful with that,” she said pointing at my growing boner.

“Dammit,” I grunted. “I was trying to keep that down.”

“Well, it didn’t work. Get in bed and try not to stab me with that thing.” She was obviously turned on the same as I. Her face was flushed and she couldn’t get her eyes off my wood. I slid under the covers and patted the bed beside me. She crawled in and cuddled next to me. She threw her arm over me, kissed me softly and closed her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you. Merry Christmas.”

“Mury Chirma,” she mumbled sleepily seconds before she started to breath heavy with sleep. I was asleep not more than a couple minutes after. It just felt so right sleeping in the same bed with my gorgeous aunt.

I woke late the next morning. I went to the bathroom and completed my morning ritual. I could hear the rest of the family planning a trip to the shopping center to look for some post season bargains. Mom called out to me, “We are going shopping, Chet. Would you like for us to wait so you can come with?”

“No, thanks Mom,” I replied. “ I am just going wait here.”

“Okay. Jess is going to stay home, too. She is not feeling well. See you later.”

“See you all later.” When I finished I the bathroom, I went into the kitchen so find something for breakfast. Jess was sitting at the kitchen table, looking like the morning after a solid drunk. “Good morning Jess. Not feeling well again?” I tried to kiss her, but she pulled away slightly.

“I am sorry, Chet, my love,” she apologized. “I just feel like hammered dogshit, and I am waiting for the meds to kick in.”

“Are your periods always this bad?”

“No. I have had cramps, but nothing like this.”

“Maybe you should see the doctor tomorrow.”

“If I am not feeling better, I will. I promise.”

“In the meantime, can I get you anything?”

“Just a cup off coffee and one of mom’s double chocolate muffins.” I poured her a cup and set a muffin on a small plate for her. I then got a tall glass of milk and a muffin for myself. I sat next to her and we ate in silence for a few minutes. This was unusual as we rarely went without talking about something, whether it made sense or not.

Finally Jess leaned in front of me, kissed me, and said “Thank you for being… you.”

“I want to make you happy whether you feel good or not.”

“I am feeling a little better. The coffee, the chocolate, Midol, and you, are doing me wonders.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“Please…” We both chuckled a little. I finished my muffin and milk, while Jess finished her muffin and most of her coffee. I gathered the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. “Chet?”

“Yes, Baby.”

“The family will be gone for a few more hours. Will you do something for me?”

“Anything, for you. You know that.”

“Will you make love with me?”

I stopped cold where I stood. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I am positive.”

“Then, yes. By all means I will make love with you. I will do the best I can. You know I am still a virgin. Don’t you?”

“You damn well better be,” she said with a very stern voice. “I have saved myself for this moment, and I hoped you had, too.”

“I have told you, I am yours entire. Always have been. Always will be.” She directed me to sit back in the chair next to her. We sat face to face with our legs intertwined, my knee mere millimeters from the hot center of her sexual being. I leaned in and began kissing her softly. Our mouths opened together and our tongues explored each others mouths. My hand found the firm flesh of her eightteen year old breast. I squeezed the yielding globe of skin and gland. At the front-most point was a hard sensitive nipple which grew longer and harder under my gentle pressure. Jess cooed her approval into my mouth as we continued the oral wrestling match.

My free hand traveled south and came to rest at the elastic waistband of her cotton shorts. Yes, she was wearing shorts. I was unseasonably warm and we all dressed accordingly. “Easy pilgrim,” she whispered. “Let’s go back to my room where we can finish this in comfort.” We stood and Jess took my hand and lead me back to her room. At the door she had to stop and brace herself from another strong cramp.

“Damn, your Midol is wearing off already. We don’t have to do this, if you are not up to it.”

“It is okay. The cramp is almost gone anyway. Besides, nothing is going to stop us now.” We made it to her bed, we sat on the edge and resumed our kissing and heavy petting. Our tongues once again twisted around each other as we both felt the heat filling our bellies. I broke our lip lock long enough to pull her shirt over her head. I sought our her lips again as I squeezed her breast again. The nipple quickly responded and pressed hard into my palm. As before in the kitchen, my free hand found the elastic waistband of her shorts and I started to pull at it.

Jess lay back on the bed and I followed. I turned my attention to the bra hiding her perfect breasts. The bra was of the front clasp variety and it was a quick simple move to release it. The cups fell to their respective sides and I once again was treated to a view of her perfect tits. I resumed my assault on her lips and tongue. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and wiggled out of them, taking her tiny panties with them. She kicked the garments to the floor and she was naked for my eyes to gaze upon.

After kissing squeezing and fondling each other for more than five minutes, Jess yanked my shorts off along with my underwear. All I had on now was my teeshirt. “Oh this will not due,” she mused. With one swift and savage movement, she ripped the shirt off my chest. And suddenly we were completely naked and pressed very closely together.

I moved over her and straddled her torso while we kept drilling for tonsil oil. “Oh, Chet. I need you inside me right now,” Jess pleaded. I looked into her eyes and before I could ask if she was sure she said, “Yes, lover. I am absolutely ready for you.” Shifted myself around so I was between her athletic smooth legs. My aching tool rested on her coarse mound of pubic hair. The feeling was more intense that I had ever imagined. Actually being inside this wonderful angel must be like heaven itself.

I lowered my body slightly so that the head of my cock was lined up with the slick wet entrance to my aunt’s virgin love tunnel. She took my rod in her inexperienced hand. She cooed when my dick jumped in reaction to her soft touch. She guided me to her hot hole and nodded when I was to push forward. I pushed slowly so not to hurt her. I had gotten information from my experienced friends that the first time for a girl is painful, but once inside, the pain goes away. So I took great care not to just shove it in. I wanted this to be as beautiful as we saw in movies.

Jess grunted a little as I pushed pass her maidenhead. We were no longer virgins. I continued my slow deep penetration. I was above half in when the expression on he face turned from pleasure and lust to that of fear and pain. “Ow… Ow… Ow… OH, GOD THAT HURTS. IT HURTS SO BAD!” I knew in an instant there was something very wrong. I wasn’t big enough to be causing this much anguish.

“This isn’t right, Honey. I am pulling out.”

“No. I want you to finish. Ow that hurts. I am so sorry.” Tears were streaming down her face as I slowly withdrew. My erection faded fast. MY concern and worry overrode everything else. I pulled away and sat on my haunches by her side, feeling scared for her. She rubbed her lower stomach as if trying to relieve a knot in a muscle. Suddenly, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom, shut and locked the door and vomited.

I ran to the door and tried to go in to assist Jess the best I could. “Come on, Honey. Please let me in. I want to help you.”

“No… GRAGH! I’ll be fine.” I heard the toilet flush, then in a few seconds she unlocked the door and opened it so I could come in. She washed her hands and brushed her teeth.

“I am so sorry I hurt you. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you…”

“You didn’t hurt me,” she said through her pain. “You are right, there is something else wrong. I hope it is just some kind of bug. Come on, help me back to my room. We need to get dressed. The family will be back soon.”

We went into her room and I helped her get dressed. I felt sick, not flu sick, but sick as if I did something wrong and guilt is killing me. She picked up my shredded shirt and tried to smile as she studied the carnage. I just wanted to cry, I still felt responsible for her pain.

When we had finished getting dressed, I stood in the middle of her room, not knowing what to say. She hugged me tight and kissed my neck. “It’s okay, Chet. I will be fine. Please don’t blame yourself. Just remember this. I love you with all my heart and clear through my soul. That will never change.”

“I love you so much Jessica Lynn Bailey.”

We went to the living room sat on the couch and turned the TV on to watch the “Price is Right.” I sat near the middle of the couch with Jess sitting so close she was nearly on my lap. “I think that puke helped,” she said during the commercial. “I am feeling better. Still a little crampy, but not nearly as bad as earlier.”

“Promise me you will see the doctor, please.”

“I will have mom call.”

“Good enough.” I kissed her tenderly and we watched the rest of the program on TV.

The show had just finished when the family returned from their shopping trip. They all filed into the house laughing and chittering about something they had seen in the mall. Most carried a bag or two of merchandise, they had bought from one store or another. Pap carried two buckets of the Colonel’s chicken, along with all the sides, of course. Grammi got plates and flatware from the kitchen and set up the dining room for our last meal together for the year. Jess did little more than pick at the one wing she put on her plate. “Are you okay Sweetie?” asked Grammi.

“I am just a little under the weather again is all, Mom.”

“She vomited earlier,” I added. Jess kind of gave me a sneer. I gave her the look that I hoped she picked up on. She did.

“Mom, I think I need to see a doctor. Maybe.” Grammi immediately went to the phone and called the family doctor.

“He can’t see you until day after tomorrow,” she said as she sat back at the table. “It better not be something life threatening.” We finished the meal quietly. I think everybody was worried about Jess. I certainly was.

A couple hours later, we packed up the car and readied ourselves for the two hour drive back home. I have never felt so bad about leaving before. I hugged Jess and held her for a few moments. “I will be okay. Really I will,” Jess assured me. I kissed her, got in the car and waved a hesitant farewell.

I called her a couple hours after we got home. Grammi answered her phone. “Jessica is asleep. I don’t think we want to disturb her.”

“No, we don’t. Just tell her I called and that I love her.”

“I will do that.”

“Thank you, Grammi. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. Goodbye.”

I went to bed as soon as I finished talking with Grammi, for all the good it did. I did not sleep well, over worry about Jess. When sleep did come, it was brief. Finally, about a million hours later, it was eight o’clock and a good time to get up. I went to the bathroom and did my morning ritual, shit, shower and shave, then back to my bedroom to call Jess.

I picked up the phone and discovered she had tried to call me while I was busy. She left no message, so I simply dialed her back. She answered before it rang the second time. “Hello Chet, love,” the weary voice on the other end said.

“Hi Jess, honey. You don’t sound very good.”

“I had a rough night.”

“So did I. I was worried about you.”

“Well, I don’t feel much better today. In fact I may be worse. Ow! Oh, Ow!”

“Honey, put Grammi on the phone please.”

“Mom! Chet would like to speak with you.”

I heard her bedroom door open and Grammi said, “What does he… Oh, my god Jess! You look pale as a ghost. Give me that phone. Hello, Chet? Get down here as soon as possible. I am taking Jess to the hospital.”

“I am on my way.” I hung up and ran out to the kitchen to tell Mom. “Mom, Grammi is taking Jess to the hospital. I need you to get me to her.”

“I’ll call your dad and tell him where we are going. You get the car out and ready to go. Maybe you should pack some clothes, just in case we stay the night, again.” I backed the car out of the garage and got Pat and Kat buckled in. “No, Chet. Grandma Tuttle is coming in a couple minutes to watch the young ones.” Just then, she pulled in the drive. “Thank you for watching the kids on such short notice, Julie.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Grandma Tuttle said. “Chet, I sure hope Jess is okay. I know what you two mean to each other.”

“Thank you Grandma. I hope she is too.” Grandma Tuttle took Pat and Kat back to the house. “Let’s get going, Mom.” She got in the passenger side. I am sure she knew I wouldn’t give up my place in the driver’s seat. We headed out stopping near the edge of town to fill the tank.

I drove half the way there without saying much of anything. I just mumbled occasionally about Jess’ condition being my fault. Mom finally asked, “How is it your fault?” Just then, I saw a roadside park. I pulled in and parked the car.

“Mom, I have a confession to make. I am in love with Jess.”

“That’s no secret,” Mom replied.

“We tried to have sex, yesterday.