Aunty Marion And Wendy - Sex Stories

Aunty Marion And Wendy

Growing up, I lived close to my aunt, my mum's eldest sister, and her daughter, my cousin, Wendy. Aunty Marion was the black sheep of the family. She'd got pregnant as a teenager, had given that baby up for adoption, and had had a series of affairs with married men - she'd never married herself - so wasn't highly regarded by many of the women on our estate. Wendy was the result of one affair, and Aunty Marion brought her up on her own.

Despite all the scandal and promiscuity, my mum felt closer to Aunty Marion than anyone else in the family, though they were miles apart in their morals. Aunty Marion was my favourite relative too; she was always funny, always pleased to see you, and always kind. Wendy was ten years older than me and as much a handful as her mum had been and still was, and locals often muttered darkly.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

Wendy was like a mini-version of her mum. Both were tall, both with long dark black hair, both with small boobs, and both with long legs, of which they were justly proud and often showed off in short dresses, skirts, and hot pants. Wendy still lived at home in her mid-twenties. Lots of firms were closing down in the late seventies and early eighties, and unemployment loomed large in my area. It helped both of them to share a house.

As a sixteen-year-old, I remember lusting after both of them, but mostly Wendy. Wendy knew the effect she had on guys and wasn't shy about coming forward. I was just her annoying ...

... little cousin, but as long as I kept my distance when needed and didn't spoil things for her, she tolerated me hanging around. Up at the Rec, towards the main road, there was a park keeper's building. A grand structure, paid for by a mill owner at the end of the previous century, now the windows were covered in a metal mesh to stop them from being broken, and it was only used to store equipment. It was popular with us because it had a veranda along two sides that was sheltered from the rain. It was secluded, and many young couples first explored each other under its terracotta tiles.

So it was no surprise that I'd hide amongst the bushes and undergrowth to see what show might be happening - this predates the Internet, remember - and likewise, it was no surprise to see my cousin there, being snogged madly as a flares-wearing guy was frigging her with his hand under her skirt. As long as I kept quiet and wasn't noticed, I could see a great show. Of course, my eyesight was better then! If I was noticed, I needed to run fast!

As I got older, there were rumours about Wendy and Aunty Marion sharing and swapping guys. If that happened, I never saw it, and given the reputation that both of them had, there were often unsavoury rumours passed around locally. Mud sticks, and there's no smoke without fire, but really, it takes two to tango, so without the regular supply of guys, they couldn't have done the things that led to the unkind rumours. It was the first time I realised that ...