My Aunt And I {Part I} - Sex Stories

My Aunt And I {Part I}

I wrote this with a friend over a couple of days. I hope you enjoy it. <Her Side> I always hated going over to Toms parents house for dinner. They always fawned over him as if he was gods gift to the world. They even still had all his high school trophies up on the shelf, even though he got them over 22 years ago. And they always gave me the seat right below them, as if subconsciously labeling me his " trophy" wife. I felt like pulling off my top and showing them the bruises on my rib cage, the trophy tom gave me for burning the dinner last night. The only thing that made visits to his parents bearable was his nephew Peter. His parents were killed in a car accident when he was little and Toms parents took him in to live with them. He was so nice and fun to be around. He was a bit immature which was understandable being that he was raised by his grandparents. He always blushed whenever I gave him a tight hug hello. "My s****r called" Toms mom said, "She has to have an operation. I should go and help her while she recuperates but I hate leaving Peter alone" Without thinking I blurted out, "He can stay with us. We have plenty of room." The look Tom gave me told me he didn't like that idea but when his mother started gushing how great that was, I knew he had no other option but to agree. <His side> It all started out like a normal dinner night with my uncle Tom and my aunt Pricilla, or Prissy as she liked to remind me. Per usual the awkwardness began when she gave me one of her ...

... “famous” tight hugs. The feeling of her body pressed against mine made me feel awkward because, sometimes, I would get aroused by them. Always in the back of my head there was that voice that said “this is wrong”. Normally, when they would leave, I would just go to my room and read to take my mind off of her. Yet, tonight, things got interesting. During dinner my great uncle had called and my great aunt Samantha had to be placed in the hospital and needed an operation. My grandmother had to go to help take care of my great uncle. While I was hoping to have the house to myself, Prissy jumped in “he can stay with us”. I don’t know who looked at her the longest myself or my uncle Tom. I could tell he wanted to say something like No, but my grandmother said “great, it’s settled you’ll take Peter, while I’m gone, now scoot up to your room and pack”. Begrudgingly, I got up from the table and went to my room to get my stuff ready. Not sure how long I was going to be at their house, I packed a weeks worth of clothes, grabbed my Nook, laptop, and my Nexus. Those were all the things that I would need for a week. Soon, I was in my aunt and uncles car heading toward their house. “I’m so glad you are staying with us Peter” my aunt gushed. It will be nice to have another man in the house since your uncle works so much. The glare he sent her was clear that he was not happy about this, but he was stuck, and it looks like I was as well. I decided to make the most of it and get some reading in. ...