My Aunt Kelli & Uncle Jerry

AUNT KELLI & UNCLE JERRY

Shortly after my 16 birthday, my mom’s younger sister,
Kelli, sent me an invitation to spend a few weeks with her
and Jerry, Kelli’s husband. They were living in the San
Diego area, and I saw this as a great opportunity to spend
time on the beach, as well as see some of the attractions
found in Southern California. I accepted, and the plans
were made. I was to fly out the weekend after school
recessed for summer break.

Although I hadn’t seen Aunt Kelli for about five
years, I immediately recognized her upon exiting the plane
in San Diego. She, on the other hand, looked right past me.
I think she was looking for that 11 year old kid she’d last
seen.! As I walked toward Kelli to reintroduce myself, I
was surprised at how pretty and sexy she appeared to me.
“Aunt Kelli”, I thought, even at 32 is one sexy lady!”

Kelli was wearing a very short, black mini-skirt
which revealed most of her long well formed legs. The
skirt was topped by a white, close fitting white shirt
which accented her full, firm breasts. As I got nearer, I
could see her nipples pressing against the material and
knew she was bra-less under the shirt. I felt my cock
stirring and felt, somewhat, guilty since this was my aunt.
“But, what the fuck”, I told myself, “Aunt Kelli is sexy!”

“Hi, Aunt Kelli”, I said as I touched her arm.
“It’s me, your nephew, Ray. I guess you’re looking for a
little kid, huh?”

“I certainly wasn’t expecting a big guy like you.”,
Kelli said as she put her arms about me in a tight hug.

She then released me, stepped back and looked me up
and down. Her eyes seemed to focus, for a moment, on the
bulge in the front of my pants. I was embarrassed, but
what the hell, it was her fault my cock was hard.

“Yes indeed, you are a BIG guy”, my aunt said, as
she embraced me once again. She looked into my eyes,
smiled, then kissed me on the lips. I thought I felt the
tip of her tongue for a brief moment, but knew I must have
been mistaken. After all, this was my aunt!

As we headed for the baggage area to pick up my
luggage, she explained that Jerry, her husband, was out of
town on a business trip and wouldn’t return until later in
the week. We got the bags, found Kelli’s car and left the
airport for their house. On the drive, I caught her up on
all the news and gossip from home. As she drove and we
talked, Kelli short skirt rode up even higher on her thighs
until the black panties she wore were in view. I tried not
to look, but my eyes kept returning to her pussy mound
pushing out the silk in the front of her panties. At one
point, she caught me staring, looked down at her crouch,
then up to my face and smiled. Kelli made no attempt to
pull the skirt down, and I began to have some thoughts a
boy shouldn’t have about his aunt!

During the next couple of days, there were several
instances where Kelli, accidentally I thought, would brush
her breasts against my back, or pass a hand lightly across
my fly. Even though I knew these times were unintentional,
my cock responded nonetheless!

I had been at Kelli’s about three days when I found
some porno books and magazines on a shelf in the garage.
I settled down in an old easy chair Uncle Jerry had near
his workbench and started to scan through the books. The
pictures and articles were very graphic and explicit, and
I was soon horny as hell. I was rubbing my crouch for
awhile as I read the articles and looked at the pictures,
then I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock free so I
could stroke it with my hand. I was so engrossed in the
books and my jerking off that I didn’t hear the side door
open, but was startled when I heard Kelli’s voice.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Honey! I didn’t know you were
in here.”

Embarrassed, I dropped the books to the floor and
jumped up, stammering, “Uh, I…I was just…uh, just
looking at some books.”

“Yes, I can see”, Kelli said, her eyes focused on my
still hard and exposed cock.

I quickly stuffed it back inside my pants and stood
there, too embarrassed to say anything. Kelli smiled and
started to leave, but turned back and said, “Why don’t you
take the books to your room? It’ll be more comfortable and
much more private.”

She didn’t mention the incident in the garage that
afternoon, which was a relief to me. Later that evening,
Kelli and I were in the livingroom watching TV, she
stretched out in Jerry’s recliner and I on the sofa. I
glanced over at my aunt and saw that her skirt had ridden
up and I was once again given a view of her panties. I
didn’t even try to avoid the sight. I stared! Kelli
looked over at me, smiled, then pulled the skirt higher and
spread her legs. Continuing to look in my eyes, she lowered
a hand to her silk covered pussy and began to lightly rub
the mound. She inserted a finger in her mouth, withdrew it
, then pulled her panties aside and rubbed the finger up
and down in the slit of her cunt. This went on for several
minutes before she stopped, got up and left the room. My
disappointment, however, was short lived. She returned,
sat back down and raised her skirt. I damn near dropped a
load in my jeans. My Aunt Kelli had removed her panties!

As I said before, Aunt Kelli had left the room,
removed her panties, returned and was now flashing her
pussy at me. She became quite bold as I stopped all
pretense of watching TV and focused on her. Kelli raised
her skirt higher, lay a hand over the top of her mound
before combing her fingers through the black pubic hair
covering her cunt. Looking directly at me, she smiled and
asked, “Do you like this as well as the pictures you’ve
been using?” I was speechless, so the best I could do was
nod a “yes”.

“Come over here closer”, my aunt ordered. “Over
here on the floor.” I got up from the sofa, went over and
sat down in front of her where she had motioned.