Our Little Secret_(0)

My parents always said that when my 18th birthday came, I’d have to move out of the house. Growing up, I’d gotten into a lot of trouble and they put up with it because they were my mother and father. Eighteen meant I was a legal adult. My job didn’t pay enough for me to live out on my own so I talked my Aunt Cassie into letting me move in. Uncle Jack wasn’t exactly happy about this, but it was that or the streets, and he understood.

I’m sure my Aunt Sandra would have let me come and stay there. Since her husband Barry died, she’s been pretty lonely but I’ve always had a strange attraction to Cassie. I’ve always loved blonde’s and her large breast certainly got my attention. She didn’t look her age, which was amazing, considering she smoked constantly, but she did run and go to the gym. I figured at least by living with her, I could be around her.

Around age fourteen I discovered I had a smoking fetish and whenever my aunt was around, I’d have an erection. Like I said, she smokes constantly so I’d frequently be visiting the bathroom to masturbate to thoughts of her puffing on her cigarette. soft lips sucking on the filter tip, taking in the smoke.

Each day went by very smoothly. It was a relief to no longer be living at home. There weren’t any rules and I had plenty of privacy. Uncle Jack was gone most of the time, busting his ass at the office. Aunt Cassie spent a lot of time out with her friends so there was a lot of alone time. My curiosity drove me into rifling through her clothes, seeing what kind of things she wore. My uncle was very lucky to have a woman who wore all kinds of sexy negligee. There were drawers of satin, silk, leather, and latex. There were corsets, gloves, and a drawer full of panties. Sometimes I’d imagine her masturbating as she smoked her Marlboro menthol 100 cigarette while I rubbed her panties on the tip of my dick. It usually ended with me splattering her panties with semen. I’d hide them in my room until I had time to wash them and put them back. She never said a word, so I’m assuming she never noticed. There were so many pairs that it would be hard for her to, I suppose.

I’d never thought anything would ever happen between us, since we were related, but near the end of October, it did. Trick or treating was being done a few days before since Halloween fell on a Tuesday. I’d been working so much that I figured I’d just relax and stay home, watch Aunt Cassie hand out candy. To my surprise, she walked out with the candy bowl in hand dressed in a black leather corset that tied up in the front with a matching skirt and boots. The leather gloves wrapped tightly around her arm and went up near her shoulder.

“Wow auntie, you look great.