Drunken Aunt 2 - Sex Stories

Drunken Aunt 2

The sun light shining through the window blinds made me wake. Slow in process, I got up to pull my boxers on and sat back down. With a good minute or so of sitting and gathering my thoughts. I stood back up and headed out. Unlocking and twisting my door knob at the same time, to give no suspicion of why my door was locked. While walking into the bathroom. I overheard my mother and aunt whispering in the kitchen. Closing the door behind me, I can only think of the number of ways to kill me. After brushing and washing my face, I walked out to only be confronted by my aunt. She asked if I heard my uncle come in last night. Trying my best confused look, I replied with a no. Asking why, and how would he have gotten in. Being a single story house, climbing into a window would not have been a hard task to accomplish. In defense of arousing any more investigation. I acted as if a light bulb went off. I told her I remembered waking in the middle of the night to his knocking, to which I lazily opened the door. With a sigh of relief, she thanked me and returned to the kitchen. Once I was dressed in my favorite blue shirt and khaki shorts. I headed to the kitchen in search of something to eat. Opening the freezer, I found we still had a few toaster strudels left. Grabbing the box out, I put one on each side of the two slotted toaster and pushed down. My sister walked in and checked the school calender we had on the fridge. While reading the upcoming meals they would serve. I threw ...

... a tooth pick I grabbed from the pantry, while saying "bon appetit!" She made a disgusted look, and walked away. From the counter we had next to the kitchen, my mom shot "play nice" from around the corner. Soon as the toaster strudels popped up, I plated it to walk and sit on the counter to eat. My mom had been sitting with the phone, talking to some company. Frequently placing her on hold, she decided to hang up. She looked over to me while telling me not to open the door for my uncle. Saying he must've been drunk as well, but we needed to protect my aunts feelings. He must have been drunk as well. Those words stuck with me as I finished my toaster studels. Was that a compliment, or a low blow? It all depended on the conversation they had. I washed my dish, then wiped my hands on a new piece of paper towel. Pocketing the paper towel, I headed back into my room. The feel of paper towel after being wet was better than baby wipes. I walked over to grab my cell phone from the dresser, and from there made a trip into the bathroom. Standing next to the sink, I began browsing for decent pornography. This day in particular, I was looking for women who resembled my aunt. My search came down to Tia Sweets, who had the opposite attributes but a face nearly exact. Next to doggy style, my only other favorite position is cowgirl. Sitting down on the tub, I unzipped my shorts to pull my dick through my underwear. I fast forwarded to the cowgirl scene shown in the thumbnail, and began ...