My Aunt Julie_(2)

A light snow softly fell from the dark sky, it almost seemed the wind simply blew old loose snow from the rooftops. I checked my phone for the time, the clock read 9:00, Tuesday, December 31st. My parents always threw these parties on New Years Eve, which I never took much of a liking to. This time I was on break from college and had been bored all week.

The loud mumbled sound of voices competing for attention rose threw the floor, and while the music was barely audible, the sound vibrated through the walls. A few empty beer cans laid on the nightstand, I had been taking them from downstairs, and at this point felt a good buzz. I put in my headphones, and put on some music in attempt to shut out the sound from the party below, I did so successfully by spending the majority of the night up in my room.


At around 11:00, all I could really hear was the loud drunken voice of my aunt Julie. I walked down the stairs, her voice became more clear.


“Is that my nephew I hear coming down the stairs!” she exclaimed in a somewhat slurred fashion.
I stepped down from the last stair and walked around the corner into the kitchen, she sat alone with an overfilled glass of wine in her hand. She donned a dark purple dress, with several bracelets on her right wrist, and on the other was a gold watch with a small face. For the most part, her long, dark brown hair fell down her back with some strands falling in front contrasting sharply with her pale skin. Two dark strands, matching her practically black eyes, fell over either shoulder almost pointing to her deep cleavage. Between her large breasts was ring suspended from a chain around her neck. She wore a pair of black pumps, with worn red bottoms. Julie’s long legs were hardly covered as her tight dress barely hid the bottom of her large, firm ass.

Upon seeing me she rose to her feet, the muscles in her toned legs became more defined, and her breasts bounced as she moved toward me slowly. It seemed that at any moment one of them could just pop out, for a second I found myself wanting it to happen. She wrapped her arms around my back, and pulled me tightly into her body. Her embrace was arousing, was it because I was drunk I wondered.


“You’ve been up in your room all night, I haven’t even seen my nephew” she complained.

“I haven’t seen you a while auntie, it’s good to see” I replied trying to avoid glancing at her breasts. “I only came down for some food though” I had to get out of there, the feeling of attraction to my aunt scared me.
A look of disappointment came over her face, “come sit down and talk to your aunt for a little while”.
We sat for a while just keeping conversation, other family members came and went. The entire time I struggled not to continuously look at my aunt Julie’s full chest that was exploding from her skimpy dress. At one point during our conversation she briefly uncrossed her legs, and I quickly glanced noticing her pure white lace panties. Why would she wear these to this family party I thought, is she going somewhere else after. When no one was around she went and poured me a beer in an inconspicuous cup, and a few more beers were poured along with a couple glasses of wine.


The party began to thin out, “would you drive your aunt home”, my mother asked me, obviously unaware of my consumption of alcohol throughout the evening.
“Uhhhhh….” I began to panic. “I’m really tire-” Julie cut me off.

“I was thinking I would stay in the guest room, if that’s alright with you” Thank god she saved me on that one I thought as my aunt looked over and winked.

“Oh thats an even better idea” my mother replied as she turned and left the room.
I said goodnight to Julie and the few other family members that were still around, it was nearing 2:00 in the morning now so there were few people left.