Getting To It - Sex Stories

Getting To It

... and besides, we're family, and families look out for each other.

We got up, made some food, and watched some TV before deciding to go out to a pub for some drinks. I felt ten feet tall walking into the bar with her, a feeling that was swiftly punctured because everyone knew her and many remembered me, even after all these years. In pubs locally, everyone knew we were related, so we had to behave ourselves!

That night, Wendy slept with me in my bed, which had been her old bedroom. We fucked before we went to sleep, and once more, at around three in the morning, after we'd both needed to use the toilet. I woke around eight a.m. and found myself spooning Wendy, which seemed like a very good way to start a Sunday morning.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Aunty Marion walked in with a tray and three mugs of tea on it. She was wearing a thin dressing gown, loosely tied in the middle. Wendy sat up, and I wondered what my Aunt was thinking or would say. Unbeknownst to me, Wendy had told her Mum the previous night about what had happened between us, and far from being offended, upset, angry, or horrified, she'd taken it all in stride. She passed a mug of tea to Wendy and put two down on the bedside table nearest me.

"Budge up!" she told me and untying her gown, she slipped it off and joined Wendy and me in bed, with me in the middle of them. I tried not to stare, but apart from a thinness in her face, a few more marks on her hands, and some wrinkles on her neck, her eighty-one-year-old body was, frankly, magnificent. I couldn't help myself. My cock started to grow once more.

And then Aunty Marion reached over to touch it...