Revealing truth behind Aunt’s nick name – part 1

She always slept with a candle lit; saying the flickering light helped her sleep. So I had a pretty good view of her lust inducing form. Many weekends I lay there at night, hard as a rock staring at the curve of her breasts, her long legs poking from under the sheet and if she were warm I would get a good look at her perfect ass.

It would get to the point that at first I would slip into the bathroom and jerk off for relief. Envisioning the unnatural act of my Aunt letting me play with her body or better yet take her nephew between her full red lips and into her experienced mouth. That became a routine until one memorable night when Auntie had rolled over and draped her long leg over mine.

I lay there feeling her warm thigh over mine and swore I could feel the heat of her pussy through her shorts. My hard cock was inches from her thigh and grabbing it; I rubbed until I squirted in my underwear while wishing to hell it was all over the soft swelling of her breasts which had been pressed against me.

Even now I wondered if Auntie ever knew. There had been a couple of times she had rolled over against me and pressed her leg and once; her ass, into my raging hard on. In my fantasies she not only knew, but would tell me she loved it. In reality if she did know she chalked it up to me being a horny kid and probably laughed to herself about it.

“Goddamn, Pete, check her out!”

The voices came from behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to see a couple of guys my age leaning against the wall, both smiling. I followed their gaze and felt both my heart leap and my jaw drop; Auntie maddy was walking towards us. My aunt was dressed to kill even by her standards. Her sleeveless black top was low cut and skin tight, propping up her already large breasts and the middle of the shirt was black lace leaving the skin between her breasts visible.

The shirt was short, leaving her flat tan stomach exposed and even from several feet away I noticed the silver pendant hanging from her pierced navel. Her skirt was long, the hem flowing well past her knees, but there were slits up each side showing off her leg almost to her hips. I could hear her shoes clicking on the tiled floor and looking down, I took in the black stilettos, noticing how the straps wrapped around her calves to tie at the knees.

With an act of will I forced my eyes to find her face and noticed that despite the warm weather, her long light brown hair was down and she was wearing her trademark deep red lipstick. I was so excited to see her, I hadn’t realized I had stood up and was already heading towards her. She was looking towards the other side of the lobby and I called out,

“Hey Auntie!”

She turned to look at me and removed her sunglasses, exclaimed, “Henry!”

She ran the last few feet to meet me and I wondered how the hell she could walk in those heels, let alone run. Then again she’d spent years dancing to them on a stage. Auntie reached me and threw her arms around my shoulders, said, “I missed you so much!”

She pulled me close to her and as I returned her hug, It struck me how much I had missed her. Forgetting about her stunning appearance, I hugged her tightly against me.

“I missed you too!” I kissed her cheek, “It’s been a long time!”

“Two years.” Keeping her hands on my shoulders, she stepped back and gave me a quick look up and down, “Look at you! Even in these heels you’re taller than me!”

“Yeah, I finally grew up.” I laughed.

“And not just taller,” giving my bicep a squeeze she winked, “Filled out quite a bit didn’t we?”

“I’ve been working out.” I told her, then wanted to kick myself for sounding like a dufus. This was my aunt, not some girl I was trying to impress.

“It shows.” She gave me another look, her large dark eyes working their way up and down my body.

She seemed to linger at my chest and arms and with an odd smile, she said, “Wow, last time I saw you, you were a skinny kid, now look at you.” She ran her long red tipped fingers through my hair, “You’re a man now and a good looking one at that!”

I felt myself beginning to blush, “You look amazing, Auntie.” I told her, and then added, “As usual.”

“And smooth.” She laughed, then pulled me close once more, gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Honey, I am so looking forward to spending time with you this week.”

That had come out in a sexy purr that caused my eyes to widen. Auntie followed those words with a quick peck on my neck, just below my ear. Not quite the place an aunt would kiss her nephew, but it sent a shiver through me. Auntie leaned back again and her eyes staring into mine she whispered, “You and I are going to have a lot of fun, Henry.” She winked, “A lot of fun.”

“Uh..sure.” I said nervously as her fingers trailed down my arm.

“Madison!” I heard dad behind me. “It’s been a long time!”

Pulling away from me, Auntie gave dad a big smile and as he embraced her said, “My favorite brother in law!”

“I’m your only brother in law,” Dad said with a grin, playing his part in their ritual.

“Right! Like I said; my favorite!” Auntie laughed.

“We were expecting you at the other gate.” Dad said, releasing her, but keeping his arm around her shoulders.

“I ended up on another flight.” She sighed, “Whole thing was a cluster fuck.”

“You look…” Dad paused, “Hell, Madison you look good, but I think you know that.”

“Always good to hear from a couple of good looking men though!”

She put her other arm around me and pulled us both close to her, “I missed the men in my life.”

“Oh, well look at this.” Mom said coming up from behind us. “What, you have to walk around advertising your business?”

Auntie stepped out from between us and stepped towards mom, shrugged, “There were investors at the club today and I was…”

“Showing them the product I’m sure.” Mom crossed her arms over her chest, “You couldn’t change?”

“If you need to know, I will come on stage to introduce each dancer. I told you, I don’t perform anymore, but I still need to dress…”

“Like a whore.” Mom stated.

“Stella.” Dad stepped between them. “This is the first time you’ve seen your sister in two years and besides, Henry is standing…”

“Henry knows what his aunt does for work, Paul. I don’t need to keep it a secret. Besides, it’s not like he couldn’t figure it out now that he’s older.”

Dad frowned and looked at auntie, “You told Henry what you used to do?”

“I’m not ashamed of my choices.” Auntie waved her hand disgustedly, “I made a choice, made a lot of money and make a damn good living now because of it. But the two of you are ashamed of me, it seems. Perhaps I’ll just find a hotel and see you at the graduation.”

“Hey!” I exclaimed, “Can’t we just forget about things like that? I mean we’re supposed to be family.” I put my hand on auntie’s bare shoulder. “And I want her to stay with us.”

“I like the hotel idea, personally.” Mom muttered.

“Henry’s right.” Dad said. “We’re family. We all make our own way in life and all that should matter is we take care of each other.” Turning to auntie he said, “Madison, I would like it if you stayed with us the way we planned.”

“What about you big sis?” Auntie asked, “Are you okay with your slut sister lowering your property values?”

Mom frowned as she faced auntie, their identical brown eyes locked onto each other. Mom glanced briefly over at me and I mouthed the word, “Please?”

Mom’s shoulders slumped in resignation, “I’m sorry about the way I’m acting and I would love for my little sister to stay with my family to celebrate Henry’s big day.”

“Aww,” Auntie smiled, “You haven’t called me your little sister in years!”

“Because honestly, Madison, it always seemed as if you were older than me.”

“Nah,” Auntie laughed, “Just more experienced.”

Stepping forward she hugged mom and to my delight mom returned the hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome home Madison.” She said softly, “I hope we can start over.”

“That’s up to you big sis.” Auntie replied, while stroking mom’s hair, “You’re the one that’s upset.” Leaning back she held up mom’s hair, “Speaking of starting over, Stella, you have to let me help you with a new look, you’re far too young to be this plain.”

“Gee thanks.”

“I’m sure Paul would enjoy seeing what I could do for you.”

“What size is that dress?” Dad laughed.

“I would never wear that in public.” Mom declared.

“Okay, how about around the house?” Dad asked, hopefully.

“We’ll see.” Mom replied, her face turning red, “I don’t quite have my sister’s assets shall we say.”

“You have plenty for me, honey!” Dad gave mom a playful spank on the ass causing her to blush even more.”

“Whoa! TMI guys!” I put my hands over my ears.

“Henry, I’ll get the car, how about you go with auntie and grab her bags?”

“Sure.”

As mom and dad headed across the lobby to the car, I walked with auntie towards the luggage pick up. Auntie took my hand in hers and when I looked at her she squeezed it, “I really am looking forward to spending time with you Henry.”

“Me too.” I told her.

As we stood and waited for her bags to come around I noticed the looks auntie was getting. Not a guy of any age walked past her without either blatantly staring or in some cases doing a double take. I found it to be a strange turn on to see guys checking out my aunt, to know they desired her. More of a turn on was the tall blond who not only stared, but walked over and told auntie,

“I love that dress on you.” That comment was followed by her giving aunt a long look up and down and even with me standing there, making a show of licking her lips.

“Thank you,” Auntie replied and to my surprise just as obviously checked out the blond who was wearing a miniskirt. I doubt she could bend over in without giving the entire lobby a show. “And I love how little of that skirt is on you.”

“Oh.” The blond smiled, and produced a card from her wallet, handed it to auntie. “Then maybe you can give me a call and we can talk about fashion at a great club I know.”

“If it’s the Butterfly, I not only know it, but worked there for a while.” Auntie replied, tucking the card into her exposed bra.

“Really?” The blond smiled, “I was talking about the Butterfly! Now you have to call me!”

“I’m only here for a week, but I think I’ll find the time.” Auntie told her, “But right now,” she lifted her hand, taking my arm with it, “This is my nephew so I’ll have to cut this short.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The blond said, but then with a wink added, “I just thought you were into young guys and was going to say bring him along!”

“Holy shit.” I said aloud then blushed when they both started laughing.

“How adorable.” The blond laughed, “I’m Mandy, please call.”

“You can call me maddy” Auntie replied and reaching into her small purse produced a card and handed it to her, “That’s my club so if we have some fun up here, you’re going to have to come down my way.”

“Nikki maddy.” The blond purred, “I do remember that name! Maybe I’ll get a private show?”

“Nephew.” Auntie reminded her.

With a mischievous giggle, Mandy winked, then blew auntie a kiss before turning and walking away. I couldn’t help watching her, taking in her long legs and the way her ass swung back and forth beneath the tight skirt.

“She’s a hot little thing, isn’t she?” Auntie asked.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “Damn.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Revealing truth behind Aunt’s nick name – part 1 will continue in the next page.