Chapter One

The drive down from Lansing took forever. Flat gray roads, half-melted snow piled along the shoulders, and my dad’s endless rotation of seventies rock made the air feel heavier than the sky pressing down on Michigan. He loved his road trips. The playlists, the gas-station coffee, the pit stops every hour just to “stretch his knees,” he was in dad mode. Mom rode shotgun, chatting about work or laughing into her phone at something Aunt Marlene had texted.

I sat in the backseat with my little brother, who spent the entire trip glued to his handheld console, clicking buttons like he was trying to Morse-code his way out of the car. Occasionally, he’d poke me and brag about his latest game score. By hour eight, I was ready to throw the thing out the window.

Ever since I started college at Michigan State, being home wasn’t the same. My parents had kind of...moved on. The house felt quieter, but only for me. I don’t think they meant to forget about me, it’s just that once I turned 18 years old, life filled in around me. Mom joined a local art group. Dad started brewing his own beer. When I came home for the weekends, they were happy to see me, but mostly they were just busy being adults again.

So, a family vacation down to Florida for Valentine’s weekend was supposed to be some kind of “reconnection trip.” Or at least, that’s how Mom had pitched it. Really, it was because her childhood best friend, Aunt Marlene, was throwing her annual party at her house and this was the first year my parents could attend now that I was older and my little brother was his own babysitter thanks to video games. You couldn’t pry him out of the house without a handheld.

As we rolled into Destin, the warmth hit me like I’d walked into someone else’s dream. Palm trees tilted over wide blue streets; sea salt clung to the wind; sunlight glittered off water everywhere you looked. When our car finally turned onto a sandy private drive, my jaw went slack.

A giant two-story house stood framed by flowering bushes and tall hibiscus trees. The siding was soft white with pale turquoise shutters, and a sprawling porch wrapped all the way around. Beyond it, I glimpsed a private dock stretching out into bright green water.

“Wow,” Dad said, a low whistle escaping as we got out of the car. “Aunt Marlene did all right for herself.”

Mom’s grin was radiant. “She’s been here for a few years now. Works part-time as a marine consultant now. She always had big plans.”

Before he could park, the front door swung open, and Aunt Marlene stepped out like she’d been waiting for this exact dramatic entrance.

“About time!” she shouted, bare feet padding across the porch. Her infectious laugh and smile already running.

“Oh, my God, hi!!” my mom squealed in an octave too high as the two ladies hugged and rocked back and forth.

The woman was everything I’d remembered and more. Aunt Marlene had always been beautiful, but now that beauty had settled into her like sunlight through sea glass. She was bright and soft all at once. Shoulder-length blonde hair glittered under the sun. Somehow she kept her skin creamy and flawless, despite the Florida sun, and she wore a soft linen sundress, the fabric pale blue and fluttery against her curves. Her long line of cleavage pointed at me as she approached.

 “Ashley!” she cried, pulling me into her arms.

I smelled coconut and jasmine and something else. Aunt Marlene herself—she was warm and alive. Compared to my introvert personality, the woman was a bundle of electricity. She always had been with every visit to our house on the holidays.

“God, look at you,” she exhaled against my hair. “You were a little bean the last time I saw you. How did you grow up into such a gorgeous woman? What are you? Nineteen?”

My cheeks went hot. I mumbled, “Eighteen, yeah. It’s good to see you, too, Aunt Marlene,” though she squeezed me a second time, her large, oversized breasts mashing against my more modest chest.

When she finally let go, someone else stepped out from the doorway and onto the porch beside her.

That had to be Nora.

Where Aunt Marlene was color and laughter, Nora was stillness and shadows. She looked just as striking, though in an entirely different way. Her long, dark brunette hair fell in perfect waves, and her elegant face had sharp cheekbones and dark eyes that missed nothing. She wore a white-and-black beach skirt tied at the side, revealing her long legs. Beneath her white tank top, I could see her black bikini. As she walked down the stairs, her simple silver hoop earrings caught the light, jangling side to side. There was something undeniably commanding about her posture. Her shoulders were back, head high, as if she owned both the house and the horizon behind it.

Nora’s lips curved just slightly when her gaze landed on me. “Oh,” she said, voice velvet but low. “You didn’t tell me your niece was going to make me jealous, Aunt Marlene.”

“Don’t flirt with my daughter, Nora!” Mom laughed too loudly and pulled Nora into a hug.

That made me blush harder, which only made Aunt Marlene grin.

“She’s terrible,” Aunt Marlene said, patting my hand. “Don’t mind her, sweetheart.”

Nora stepped forward, hand extended. Her touch was firm, her nails polished black, and her eyes lingered on mine a second too long. “It’s really nice to meet you, Ashley. Welcome to our little corner of paradise.”

“Thank you,” I said softly, unsure if her smile was friendly or…assessing. Aunt Marlene had various girlfriends over the years, and I had met a few of them, but it had been two years since I last saw my aunt, and this was the first time I was meeting Nora. As Aunt Marlene and Nora finished their introductions to the rest of the family, I stared at the ground, trying to catch my breath and remove the pink from my cheeks.

I hated being complimented almost as much as I hated being the center of attention. I sat in the back corner in class for a reason and ALWAYS elected to take online classes if they were available. I just wanted to read my books and not be watched… and yet…

My heart fluttered. After so many years of being ignored by family, friends, boys, strangers… There is something nice to be seen…

Aunt Marlene looped her arm around me and ushered us inside the house before I had time to read more into it. The entryway opened into a sweeping living room filled with seaside décor. White furniture, driftwood frames, woven throw blankets, high ceilings crossed with exposed cedar beams. Windows faced the ocean, light flooding every corner.

“This is incredible,” Mom murmured, running a hand along some seashell art.

“What’d I tell you?” Aunt Marlene beamed. “Our happy little world.” She glanced over at Nora. “Mostly thanks to this one. She knows how to make everything perfect.”

Nora smiled faintly. “Perfection is relative. But it works for us.”

It was said so simply, and yet it carried a quiet authority, as if every word she spoke landed where she meant it to. Meanwhile, my brother had already disappeared down a hallway, shouting about finding the biggest room.

“Colton, slow down!” Dad called after him. But he was already gone, echoing somewhere through the house.

Aunt Marlene giggled. “Still a wild one, I see.”

“Addicted to video games,” I muttered. “He talks more to his headset than to people.”

“Typical,” Nora said, smirking. “Boys his age are all like that. You, on the other hand, seem more…observant.”

The way she looked at me made my stomach flutter, though I didn’t know why. We all settled into our rooms. I was going to take the room next my parents' downstairs, but Aunt Marlene guided me upstairs to the room beside hers and Nora’s.

“This way you only have to share a bathroom with us,” Aunt Marlene whispered with a wink. I laughed an awkward, "Thank you," and shrank away to unpack and change.

That evening we went out for dinner at a beachside restaurant called The Sand Dollar Grill. It was the day before Valentine’s Day, so my aunt had gotten us reservations. It looked like it had been painted straight out of a postcard. The turquoise walls, pink umbrellas shading outdoor tables, and the smell of grilled seafood wafting from open windows made me excited for the first time this trip.

The air was thick, almost damp with heat, a totally different world from the biting cold and three feet of snow I’d left yesterday. Sweat prickled my skin as we sat down at a table overlooking the beach. Waves rolled in slow and steady beyond the deck railing.

Mom and Aunt Marlene instantly fell into laughter, ordering fruity cocktails and reminiscing about their teenage summers. They had met in middle school and had been inseparable best friends ever since. Dad smiled, probably enjoying a break from driving.

Aunt Marlene made sure to sit beside me. She leaned in close whenever she asked a question, her shoulder brushing mine as her breath on my earlobe.

“So tell me, Miss College Girl—English major, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, fiddling with my straw. “I want to be an editor someday. Maybe work in publishing.”

“Of course you do,” she said warmly. “Always had your nose in a book.” Her hand landed lightly on my shoulder again. It was casual, affectionate, but there was something in the gentleness of it that made me hyper-aware of every inch of my skin.

Mom and Nora were laughing at something across the table. Aunt Marlene lowered her voice. “And what about boys? Any special someone?”

I almost choked on my drink. “No, not really. I’m…sort of focused on school.”

Her lips curved. “Smart girl. But don’t forget to live, Ashley. Life’s more fun when you don’t color inside every line.”

My eyes flicked down to my aunt’s cleavage as if they had a mind of their own. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. There was so much of it. The flower dress she wore barely contained her boobs. I looked away and blushed when I saw my aunt raising an eyebrow in my direction. She glanced at my mother, who was distracted by some story, then, with a conspiratorial wink, Aunt Marlene nudged her cocktail toward me. “Go on. Just one sip.”

I took a small one. It was cold, sweet, and had a bite of liquor to it. It tingled down my throat. Aunt Marlene smiled, as if she were proud.

She’s proud of me. She sees me.

“There. Didn’t kill you, did it?”

I shook my head, laughing softly.

She picked up a folded drink menu and began fanning me dramatically. “Poor thing, you look like you’re melting. Northern blood doesn’t stand a chance down here.”

“Tell me about it,” my mom chimed in, making a joke about the heat.

When I looked up again, free from the pressure of attention, Nora’s dark eyes were on me from across the table. She wasn’t smiling. She didn’t say anything either. She just studied.

Her stare wasn’t cruel exactly, but it carried a quiet warning. Like she saw something I didn’t know she saw. After a moment, she blinked and looked away, and I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The evening went on, and I did my best to hide in plain sight despite my aunt not letting me. The food was amazing, and the drinks must have been too, because Nora and I had to drive everyone home.

By the time we returned to the house, the air was thick with cicadas and the soft crash of waves. Inside, the breeze through the open patio doors carried the scent of salt and night-blooming flowers.

Everyone was tired—Dad and Mom disappeared upstairs laughing, my brother vanished into some guest room with his game. The house was quiet and dark by the time I was getting ready for bed.

I left the bathroom upstairs, running a brush through my hair, when I heard a wet sound to my side. Down the dark hallway was Nora and Aunt Marlene’s bedroom. A pink night light was plugged in the wall and created a pink hue across the two ladies. I froze, stunned at the sight as Nora, who was a few inches taller, had my aunt pressed against the wall just inside their bedroom. Their lips smacked as they kissed long and deep. Nora had her right hand wrapped around Aunt Marlene’s throat as she shoved her tongue down her mouth. Nora’s left hand was stuffed under my aunt’s skirt between her thighs, rubbing back and forth roughly.

I gasped and forgot myself for a moment. The small whimpers that escaped my aunt’s lips between kisses were something between pleasure and pain as Nora had her way with her. About the time I blinked and started to panic as I realized I had to get to my room, the two older women broke from their kiss to spot me. I was one step in my room when my aunt called for me.

“Ashley,” she said, her voice breathless.

I paused and made myself small, like a mouse, as I stepped back into the hall. Nora had released my aunt’s throat and retrieved her hand from under her skirt, but remained hovering over my aunt along the wall.

“Sweetheart… if you need anything tonight… don’t hesitate to knock, okay?” Aunt Marlene said, between labored breaths.

“O-Okay,” I stuttered.

Nora’s eyes leered at me like they could see straight through my bones. She grabbed Aunt Marlene’s arm and tugged her deeper into the room as she closed the door with the ghost of a smirk on her lips.

I retreated to my room, closed the door, and hid under my sheets.

Oh my God, oh my God! What the heck was that?

My mind raced. I couldn’t believe they were just… and right out in the open like that?

The ceiling fan hummed overhead. Through the window, a slice of moonlight shimmered on the water like a silver path. I slowly regained control of my racing heart and thought I might get some sleep. But then I heard it.

It started with faint hums through the wall. Then it became moans. I covered my mouth, gasping. Soon, the sound of the creaking bed competed with louder moans and whimpers that verged on screams. I bit the corner of my lip, trying to distract myself.

It didn’t work.

When I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, my imagination played on its own. I heard my Aunt Marlene whimper and replayed the sight of her pressed against the wall in my head. I didn’t really remember when or how it happened, but fingers slowly slipped into my pajama pants.

Chapter Two

I woke to the sound of gulls and the smell of frying bacon drifting up through the open window. Sunlight spilled across the sheets like it was poured there by the ocean itself. The air was warm, and for a dazed second, I had to remember where I was. Destin. Florida. Valentine’s weekend. I saw my mom's friend getting fingered by her girlfriend last night.

Oh, God… I thought and looked under the covers. My pajamas were dry now but had the feel of wetness still from when I masturbated the night before. I made a face as I got up and tried to rationalize and distract myself.

It’s just because it’s been a while since I… I was confused… it was… it was an accident… I decided. I tried to forget it while brushing my teeth. It was so… weird. Not only because it was two women who had me… you know, but it was my aunt! Well, not really my aunt. My mom’s best—it didn’t matter! I had known Aunt Marlene my whole life! She was at almost every Christmas!

Downstairs, voices overlapped with laughter and the metallic clatter of pans. When I stepped onto the porch, the morning hit me full‑force: the sky a crisp blue bowl, the water already bright as glass.

Mom was sitting on the back deck railing, a coffee mug in one hand and what looked suspiciously like something stronger in the other. Her cheeks were pink, her grin a little too loose.

“Well, good morning, college girl,” she said. “You sleep all right?”

My cheeks went red, and I quickly found something to look at elsewhere. “S-Sure, yeah,” I said, squinting against the light. “What’s going on?”

“The party’s begun. Aunt Marlene doesn’t do quiet weekends.” Mom laughed, tipping her mug toward the yard. A grill was being wheeled out onto the grass, coolers popped open, music floating from somewhere by the dock. “The neighbors are starting to arrive. It turns into a whole festival every year.”

Aunt Marlene must’ve heard her name, because I caught a glimpse of her down by the sand. She was barefoot, tossing beach towels over a line and directing traffic with that effortless energy she had. She was wearing a crimson bikini that matched her painted nails. The fabric wrapped around her like a suggestion, slipping open when she moved. I looked anywhere but at her bouncing breasts. She waved at us and we waved back.

Mom followed my gaze and sighed. “That’s our Aunt Marlene. Always the center of the party.”

“She’s…really outgoing,” I said, searching for the right word.

Mom laughed again, the sound bubbling out sloppily. “Oh, honey, she’s been that way since we were your age. Back then, I was the shy one—anxious, quiet, hiding behind my notebooks. She pulled me right out of that shell.”

I glanced at her. “Really?”

“Mm‑hmm.” She gave me a knowing smile, eyes slightly glazed. “It felt uncomfortable at first, being around someone that open. But she forces you to live, you know? If she takes a liking to you, you’re going to bloom whether you think you’re ready or not.”

That made me uneasy for reasons I couldn’t name. “Not sure that’s my thing,” I said.

Mom wagged a finger; her laugh was affectionate but slurred. “You’ll see. It’s for the best.” Then, already distracted by another neighbor calling her name, she hopped down from the railing. “Go mingle, sweetheart. Enjoy the sun!”

And just like that, she was gone—back to the circle of adults laughing around open bottles.

By noon, the house and yard pulsed with summer energy despite the calendar insisting it was February 14. Neighbors streamed in carrying side dishes and drinks. Someone set out cornhole boards; another connected a speaker blasting country pop. The smell of grilled shrimp, sunscreen, and cut limes clung to everything.

I wandered the edges of it all, keeping mostly to the shade. People I’d never met greeted me warmly, then lost interest as soon as they spotted their next refill. Mom and Dad had joined a group near the tiki bar setup. Dad looked happy enough with a beer in hand, laughing a little too heartily at whatever Aunt Marlene said.

My brother was nowhere in sight. Eventually, I found out the neighbor across the way had an entire gaming setup in his cabana. Figures. The kid could find a controller in any climate. Left to myself, I tried to sneak a moment of quiet on the porch swing with my book. I’d gotten as far as page three before a familiar voice called out, sing‑song and teasing.

“There you are, hiding again!”

Aunt Marlene glided toward me, barefoot and radiant. The sunlight bounced off the curve of her shoulders, her thin gold chain around her neck catching every flash. She carried a sweating plastic cup half full of something pink.

“Come on, Sunshine,” she said, grinning. “It’s too bright a day to be cooped up with pages. It’s Valentine’s Day after all!”

“Valentine’s Day is for couples,” I said, knowing it wouldn’t deter her.

She plopped down beside me anyway, the swing creaking. “You don’t have to be in a couple to feel the love.”

My heart skipped a beat as her shoulder pressed into mine.

“How’d you sleep last night?” she asked when I didn’t reply right away.

“Good,” I croaked and tried to work saliva into my mouth.

Aunt Marlene’s eyes danced over my body. “You know, you’re a lot like your mom when she was your age. She was quiet too. I had to show her how to say yes to life. There’s power in that word.”

She leaned in, and I caught the faint scent of coconut lotion and something floral. “You’ve got the same walls she did, sweet girl. But don’t worry—I’m persistent.”

I laughed nervously and fidgeted with my book.

She winked and sprang up again. “Now come help me before those fools burn the hot dogs.”

The afternoon blurred into color and laughter. Aunt Marlene pulled me from group to group, introducing me proudly. “This is the college girl! English major, can you believe she wants to read for a living?” My cheeks hurt from smiling.

Between games of cornhole and spiked‑sweet lemonade, she found ways to collect little moments with me: brushing sand off my arm, tucking a stray hair behind my ear, making me taste pineapple slices straight from her fingers.

“You’re pretty when you frown,” she told me at one point, after I’d lost a round miserably. “But prettier when you let go a little too.” She winked at me.

I muttered something about not being good at crowds, and she just laughed—that low, throaty sound that seemed to make even the gulls pause to listen.

By four o’clock, the sun was a molten weight overhead. Most of the men had retreated to the awning with beers in hand, watching Nora skim across the water on one of the jet skis. She looked impossibly graceful, slicing through blue waves, her long hair streaming behind her.

Aunt Marlene settled into a beach chair with a sigh and motioned me closer. “Be a dear and hand me that sunscreen, would you?”

She flipped the bottle into my palm and twisted her golden hair up to bare her back as she lay in the tanning chair beside me. The crimson bikini straps traced neat lines across creamy skin. “Can’t reach back there,” she murmured. “You don’t want your poor aunt turning into a lobster, do you?”

I laughed nervously as I knelt beside her and started spreading the lotion carefully. My hands trembled as I spread the cool liquid cream over her equally creamy skin.

“I-I’m surprised you don’t have more of a tan,” I said when I felt awkward, rubbing beneath her bikini straps.

“That’s because I have a mountain of that sunscreen inside,” she replied. She reached behind her and undid her bikini. “There you go, sweetheart,” she smirked at me over my shoulder

My eyes flicked up to the others. They were far off, closer to the water and enjoying the show Aunt Marlene’s girlfriend was putting on. I rubbed descending circles down her back, my eyes glancing now and again at the bulge of her side boob amassed from being mashed into the chair.

“More pressure,” she said softly. “Don’t be shy—you’re not polishing glass.”

I swallowed, obeying. This helpful hand with sunscreen was quickly turning into an impromptu massage. A couple minutes went by and I had kneaded all the way down my aunt’s lower back and slowed as I neared her bikini.

“Mmm, that’s perfect,” she sighed. “You’re gentle, just how I imagined…” She spared a glance at the others who were still on the beach, then picked up the tube and handed it to me once more. “Be a dear and keep going. I always miss spots on my ass…”

Shock appeared and disappeared across my expression as I took the tube, not wanting to make the moment awkward for her. While I squirted a dollop in my hand, Aunt Marlene pulled her bikini bottom down below her butt. Suddenly, I knelt only a foot above my aunt’s round white butt cheeks like it was nothing.

“Ashley, dear? Are you okay?” she asked without looking back.

“No—I mean yes,” I giggled. “I-I’m fine.”

With trembling hands, I pressed my palms down on her pillowy butt cheeks and began to rub up and down. My lips parted in a silent gasp as I rubbed in opposite directions, spreading her cheeks, and I could see my aunt’s smooth shaved anus and the start of her… her…

“Mmmm… Harder…” Aunt Marlene moaned. Her voice was lighter, and it started to remind me of the sounds I heard last night. I squeezed her butt cheeks, my thumbs scooping the underside of her butt cheeks from the outside, moving in. “Yes…” she gasped, and I heard her breathing quicken as she subtly arched her butt back toward me, begging for more. “Really get… get in there, sweetie…”

My aunt spread her legs slightly, and suddenly, I saw it. Her bald pussy slit stared back at me, and there was a mess of juices dripping from it onto the chair. I was in a trance. I stared as my hands made circles on her rear, my thumb inching closer and closer to following the curve between her legs to touch her pussy.

“Yes…” she whined, and there was a shudder in her voice.

“Hey, Marlene! You’ve got to come see this!” a voice hollered. It was Bob, a gray-haired retiree and neighbor. He was still down at the beach but Nora had started doing backflips in the water.

My hands shot away as the trance was broken. I blinked, flustered and stood, walking in a hurry to join the others.

“Coming!” Aunt Marlene replied, clearing her throat.

By the time the sun dropped, the party had shifted gears. Fairy lights flickered on along the fence line of the property, a bonfire crackled near the beach, and someone brought out sparklers.

My parents had clearly decided moderation was a lost cause. Dad and five other guys stood around a table that roared with laughter and overflowed with beer cans. Mom danced barefoot in the sand with a dozen other women, laughing so hard she nearly fell over.

I hovered near the fire with a pop, watching sparks lift into the night. Fireworks began down the shoreline color against black, echoing through the dark.

Nora ended up sitting too close to the liquor shots and gave in to peer pressure, accepting one too many. When I saw her later, she was pale and unsteady. A motherly neighbor offered to walk her over to the neighbor’s house for water and the midnight snacks she had to put in the oven. Aunt Marlene gave her a kiss on the forehead goodnight.

“I can tell you now, I won’t be seeing her until tomorrow,” Aunt Marlene laughed with others around the fire.

It wasn’t long after that the night started unraveling with people drifting away in pairs, laughter fading into drunken murmurs. The bonfire burned low.

I decided I'd done my time. The salt and sweat and noise clung to me, and all I wanted was silence and pages. I slipped away from the bonfire while an old man drunkenly told the same story for the third time to five other drunk retirees. My brother was spending the night at the house with the game console, and I didn’t even know where my parents were—nor did I think I wanted to know. Ew.

When I made it to the back deck of the house, I thought I was in the clear. I’d be hiding in my bedroom with my books in no time! I pulled open the slider and nearly walked right into someone.

“Oh!”

Hands caught my arms before I toppled. It was Aunt Marlene, her kimono hanging open, hair damp and curling around her shoulders. The scent of coconut lotion and smoke washed over me.

“Careful, sweetheart,” she said, laughter brushing her words. She clutched me into a hug, and I could smell other things on her. Red wine. Liquor.

My heart raced. “Oh, sorry. I-I was just…heading to bed.”

“Yours or mine?” she asked. Her hands slipped from my shoulders to my hips like a seat belt, locking me in place.

“What? I, um—mmm!” I started to say something and was stunned when she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

Chapter Three

The first second of Aunt Marlene’s kiss tasted like her ChapStick. Then the older woman pushed her tongue inside my mouth, and my knees went weak. I tasted sweet wine and the tang of rum as her tongue rubbed against mine. Panic was setting in, and it must’ve shown on my face, because when Aunt Marlene broke off the kiss, she snickered, “Aww. What’s that face for?”

“Um, n-noth—” I stammered, but she talked over me.

“Wasn’t it a nice kiss? Didn’t you like it?” she asked, and I felt her fingers trace down the small of my back, sending shivers in all directions. “I thought we were close, you and I…”

“We are!” I insisted, worried I’d offended her. “It’s just, um, I’ve never, um, kissed a girl, is all.”

“Really?” Aunt Marlene said in disbelief. Her glassy eyes looked me over in my spaghetti-strap pink top and blue-jean shorts. “With a body like that? At 19 years old, I was experimenting with all kinds of women back then.”

“I’m only 18,” I said, thinking I had found a defense.

“Mmm…” Aunt Marlene hummed, intrigued. “Sounds like you’ve got some time to work on this, then,” she smirked, and I felt her fingers fish around the small of my back. “Come on. Let’s go to that bedroom you were talking about.”

Her hand caressed my bare shoulders, clingy with sunscreen.

“Uh, okay.” I hesitated, but shuffled along to the stairs. My mind was blank and overloaded at the same time. I was still processing the kiss that took me by surprise. When we passed my bedroom door, Aunt Marlene tugged toward her room.

“My bed is way more comfortable,” she said, closing the door behind us. “Besides, no point in keeping this room to myself tonight. Nora will be passed out at the neighbor’s until the morning.”

“It’s—It’s a nice bedroom,” I said, facing the large king bed and white comforter. It made me feel small and exposed.

“Gotcha,” Aunt Marlene whispered in my ear with a small giggle as she playfully grabbed me from behind. Her arms wrapped around my waist. “You think it looks nice, you should feel it, my dear. Mmm… I love this lotion you use, orange and vanilla? Smells delicious. Let’s see how it tastes.”

“Mmm, um…” I gasped as I felt her squeeze my back to her front as her lips pecked wet kisses up my shoulder and my neck below my ear.  I could feel her fingernails digging into my hips as she held me in place. “Um, Aunt Marlene?”

“Mmm, yes, sweetie,” she said as she snaked her tongue around the bottom of my earlobe, tonguing my piercings. Her palms rubbed up my center, worming underneath my nervous hands to grope my breasts through my top.

“I—ohhmm!” I winced and pursed my lips as I felt her fingers rub my nipples through the fabric. When I trusted my voice, I tried again. “I, um, I don’t know if this—this is s-such a g-good idea. Oh, Gah…”

“Mmm,” Aunt Marlene hummed, her lips sucking just below my jaw as her hands massaged both my breasts simultaneously. It felt like she was a snake coiling around me… devouring me… I tried to ignore the moisture building between my thighs, but it was growing. “Oh, why do you say that? Because it feels pretty fucking good right now…” Her voice was guttural as she tongued my ear, nibbling above my piercing.

Hearing her groan in my ear left me staggering to stand upright. I palmed her arms to steady myself. I was panting now, and my nipples ached. “Well, um… Well, I…” I struggled to focus. “I’ve never… I’ve never been—OhmyGod—I’ve never been with a girl and—and I’m not—oh, my… um, I’m not lesbian.”

“Ahhh,” Aunt Marlene purred into my ear. “Everyone gets hung up on those labels, don’t they? Tell me… does this feel good?” She panted hot breath on my throat as her fingers rolled my aching nipples between her fingers.

“I… I don’t know…” I lied, biting my lip.

“You don’t?” she asked and wrapped her lips on my throat beneath my ear. As her tongue lapped at my skin, she sucked, making my body shudder like it never had before.

“O-Okay—Okay! Oh, my God, yes. I like it, I like it…”

“Mmm… I bet you do…” Aunt Marlene said. Her voice was like velvet in my ears. She was breathing heavily as her kisses explored my shoulder and her hands explored my front. Tell me another thing, baby…” she asked as her hand slid over my belly and circled over my crotch. My jean shorts were my only shield. “When you saw Nora and me last night, what did you think?”

Her fingers circled over my clitoris through my shorts and I found more and more of my weight and balance dependent on her. I leaned back on her and my hands reached behind me, grabbing her butt as if it was a shelf.

“I, um… I don’t—I don’t remember—Oh my God…” I gasped when I felt her fingernails weasel beneath my waistband.

“Mmm….” She growled. “And when you heard Nora fucking me last night, did you touch yourself?”

“Y-Yes,” I admitted, like I was confessing to a murder. My mind was far too cloudy from this shocking escalation.

Without warning, her hand pushed down inside my panties, and I felt her fingers circling over my clitoris over my panties.

“Oh, my lord! Sweetheart! You’re absolutely drenched!” Aunt Marlene gasped with a chuckle in her voice.

“Ah—ah—ahmmm!” I whimpered and covered my mouth as my knees moved inverted. “Aunt—Aunt Marlene!” I cried as I hyperventilated beneath my palm. The older woman’s fingers were circling messily and repeatedly over my clitoris.

“Look at this, oh my god…” she groaned as she continued to rub my clit. “It’s like you’re covered in warm Elmer’s glue under there. Tsk, tsk, tsk… and you tried to lie and say you didn’t like this? Just look at your body buck in my arms—that’s right, honey, just like that—there you go…”

“Mmmm!” I pursed my lips, and my vision blurred out of focus as her constant circles on my clit transported me to a place of pleasure I had never felt before. “Mmmy God—Aunt Marlene!” I cried as my legs gave out and a thunderous orgasm seized through my body.

I felt wetness between my legs, and her arms tightened around me, but for the longest moment, I heard and saw nothing. Finally, I blinked away the blue blotches from my sight and started to hear Aunt Marlene’s whispers.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh…” she shushed, her palm cupped over my pussy. “It’s okay… It’s okay… it’s okay… I’ve got you…”

There was a chair against the wall with a window beside her bed. Sometime during my orgasm, Aunt Marlene had sat back in it and dragged my body on top of her like I was a life-sized doll. I wasn’t sure how it happened. I was still in a daze, but slowly I lifted my knees and curled into the older woman’s lap, resting my head on her chest as she held me. It was comforting in a way that I needed; I could finally catch my breath.

“Mmmm, good girl…” Aunt Marlene whispered as if it were a command. She kissed the top of my head as her hand rubbed up and down my back. Her other palm still clutched to my bare sex between my clamped thighs. Her arms were snaked around me in such a way that I felt like the prey of a python—vulnerable… exposed… about to be devoured.

“Now, did you like that?” she asked after a minute.

“Yes,” I exhaled.

“I could tell. Look at the mess you made. Open your legs—there you go.”

I slowly parted my thighs and saw my jeans were soaked, and the rug on Aunt Marlene’s hardwood floor had a wet spot.

“Look at that. That’s what you did,” she said, her voice between scolding and proud.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I-It just happened,” I rambled, not wanting to get her or myself in trouble.

Oh, God! Nora is going to see that and know something happened!

“Mmm, don’t worry, Sweetheart. I always knew you were a dirty girl… Come here.”

Aunt Marlene turned my face to hers and kissed me. Her tongue slithered into my mouth, and this time I let her. My heart pounded in my chest like a hammer as a warmth washed over me. Slowly, her fingers wiggled to life on my pussy, and my breath caught.

I was in a trance. My mind could barely focus on her lips. I… could only… think about her fingers on my clit and how badly I wanted—no, I needed that feeling again. My body froze as she started to rub more, and I whimpered into our messy kiss. Then, unexpectedly, she pulled her hand away. How badly I want it back once it was gone. I never missed anything as much as I did in that moment. She kissed me once more, and this time she bit my lower lip, startling me to open my eyes. I hadn’t even realized my eyes were closed.

“There’s my good girl,” she said, smiling down on me. “How about we move to the bed?” she suggested, but it sounded like a command.

“O-Okay…” I replied.

Chapter Four

The moment I crawled into Aunt Marlene’s bed, it was like I left this country, like I left this world and entered a new one. A world where Aunt Marlene wasn’t my mom’s best friend. She was my boss. She was my ruler. At least that’s how she treated me. I was on my hands and knees, crawling to the center of the king-sized bed, when I felt the mature woman wrap her arm around my waist and toss me onto my back. Before I could speak, Aunt Marlene’s hand grabbed one of my wrists while the other grabbed my throat, pinning me to the bed.

Her lips pressed against mine, and her tongue forced inside my mouth. My mind reached back to last night, seeing Nora do the same thing to Marlene—and how I secretly wished it would be done to me.

This wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a controlling one. She dominated my mouth just like Nora dominated her body. When she realized I wasn’t resisting her, the mature woman’s hands released me and began peeling my clothes off, breaking the kiss only long enough rip my shirt out of the way. I was so distracted by her tongue that by the time I realized I was naked, and my aunt was still fully clothed, I tried to shrink into the bed.

At 18, I still wasn’t completely comfortable with my body. I was self-conscious about how everyone stared at my breasts, including Aunt Marlene earlier today, now that I thought of it, but the older woman didn’t seem to mind them. She still wore her bikini top and bottom, but with all the movement, her top was becoming increasingly loose.

“Mmm, God look at these things,” Aunt Marlene groaned as she broke from the kiss, marveling at my breasts. She squeezed them together, and I felt her fingernails dig into them. “If they aren’t the most gorgeous pair of tits I’ve ever seen.”

“Ahhhmmm…” I whimpered from the stab of her nails and felt the rake down my breasts. My nipples were so hard they began to ache.

“Oh, does that hurt, my sweet sweet girl? I’m sorry, but Aunt Marlene needs to taste these, sweetheart,” she said, but the sharp, curved smile in the corner of her lips didn’t make it look like she was sorry at all. Her red lips planted moist kisses on both nipples as her hands massaged the soft outsides of my boobs. “Mmm… you better be careful, girl. You’re starting to make me very horny…”

The wicked look she wore as she stared me down and wrapped her lips around my right nipple sparked worry in my chest. I felt like a gazelle lying helpless before a lioness, waiting to be devoured. I curled my toes and pursed my lips as I felt her lips surround my nipple as her warm, wet tongue lapped at it. I squirmed beneath her when her tongue flicked across the tip repeatedly and cried out when her teeth gnawed on it.

“Nnnahhh! A-Aunt Marlene—ahhh! That—that hurts,” I whimpered, my hands clutching to the back of her blonde hair.

“Mmm, yeah, but it feels kind of good too, doesn’t it?” she replied, switching to my other nipple. “The warmth… the wet… the prick of pain… never knowing which is next….”

She teased my nipples for several minutes, leaving me on the agonizing edge of crying out in pain and moaning in pleasure. I had completely forgotten about my family outside or the others in the house. I was lost under her touch. Aunt Marlene was right. I loved it.

Dragging her lips back up to mine, she kissed me hard, sticking her tongue to the back of my throat like she was trying to choke me. our breasts mashed together as I felt the fabric of her bikini bottom brush against my crotch. It was like she was trying to keep on the aggravating edge of pleasure.

When Aunt Marlene suddenly broke from our kiss and maneuvered behind me toward the headboard, I didn’t have to guess what she wanted from me because she took it on her own. Her arms hooked under my armpits, and she dragged my naked body back between her legs. She rested her back on the headboard, and I rested my back against her chest.

“Now…” she whispered over my shoulder. Her cheek pressed to my cheek, her hot breath bathing my neck. “Isn’t that more comfortable? Who knew my tits would make such a good backrest? Let’s have a look at that pretty pussy…”

My muscles tensed, but her hands were strong and assertive. They pulled my thighs apart as if I were a book and she was spreading me open. With her hands rubbing up and down my naked thighs, I never felt more exposed in my life. Her chin pressed in the crook of my neck as she tried to look down at my slit.

“Mmm… hard to see what’s going on down there when you have these wonderful tits,” she said as one hand clamped down on my left nipple, plucking my breast while her right slid between my thighs as if it belonged there.

“AAhhhmmm…” I moaned when her fingers circled my clit, the feeling was so intense.

“Mmm, look at you… so sensitive… I think I’m going to have lots of fun with you.”

Her hand began masturbating my breasts and pussy as if they were her own. While her lips pecked kisses on the back of my neck and sucked hickeys below my ear, her fingers twisted my nipples and teased my clitoris, making me shake.

“Ohh my…” I whimpered, feeling lightheaded.

“Mmm, you like your clit teased, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes, A-Aunt Marlene.”

“Tell me, honey. You’ve never been with a woman before, but have you ever fucked a boy before?” she asked as her fingers began to slip and slide up and down my slit. They teased from my anus to my clit and back down again.

“O-Once—ahhh! Shit…” I gasped as my hips moved on their own.

“Mmhmm… I bet it was over before it got good, wasn’t it? That poor boy stuck his dick in you and you barely had time to feel a thing before he went limp.”

“Ahhhmm! Oh my…” I panted.

“Shhh shhh, it’s okay, sweetie…” Aunt Marlene whispered into my ear as her fingers slowly pierced my pussy lips. “Let me show you how a proper fucking should feel…”

Slowly, her ring and index fingers sliced between my lips, her hand angling to reach deep inside me.

“Oh my God, oh my Gahmmm!” I panted, my breasts heaving with every breath.

Aunt Marlene snaked her other hand up and around my throat, pulling my cheek to her face to lick as she giggled. “So fucking tight, girl. God! I love hooking up with you college girls. Make me feel young again.”

Her fingers started pumping in and out of me. Her starting pace was already too fast—I felt like I was crawling out of my skin, it felt so good. I could hear my wetness only grow slicker with every push inside me. To make matters worse, I could feel her palm grind back and forth on my clitoris with every pump into my hole.

“Jesus Chriiist…” I groaned, my entire body shaking. My hands clawed at the comforter. My legs tried to close on their own, but Aunt Marlene hooked her legs over top so I could not. “Oh my—A-Aunt Marlene… Oh my fucking God!” I rambled as my thoughts left my body.

Aunt Marlene squeezed my throat with one hand as her lips kissed, licked, and bit at my throat like an insatiable fiend. Her palm was smacking my pussy loudly enough to fill the room as her two fingers pounded my 18-year-old hole. When I started to seize, I heard her growl into my neck.

“That’s it, you filthy fucking slut. Be a good girl and cum on Aunt Marlene’s fucking fingers. Come on, baby. You can do it. You can… almost… There you go….”

I went silent as my eyes rolled backward and my breath caught in my chest. For a time that felt like forever, my orgasm was stuck inside me, forever peaking as I listened to my juices flowing, her hand clapping on my pussy, and her groaning in my ear. And then, without warning, the pleasure cascaded and crushed me.

“Ohhh my God! I’m cumming! Ahhh!” I screamed.

Aunt Marlene did her best to quell my body, but my spasms were too powerful for even her. Juices squirted again from my pussy, soaking our legs and the comforter. Her fingers were slow to enter and pull out of me as I continued to spasm. It felt as though my mind blinked in and out of consciousness, and each time I came to, my mind reset.

Chapter Five

Aunt Marlene was moving again, though I couldn’t pay attention to her. My head flopped to the mattress with the rest of my body and I pulled the comforter over my face to hide my embarrassment.

Did I just piss right in front of Marlene and on her bed?

Crawling over my body as if I were her personal silicone sex toy, Aunt Marlene threw the covers off and put her knees on both sides of my head, straddling my face as I panted, wide-eyed and looking up at her. She had finally pulled off her bikini top and bottom. My eyes first noticed her enormous, round breasts swaying on her chest. They made my heart race. Then her slick, bald pussy came into focus as it hovered over my mouth. It was so wet, a drip of her juices hung low, inches from falling into my mouth.

 I licked my lips.

“Mmm… I love seeing your flushed face locked between my thick thighs,” she said, and brushed my bangs out of my face. “Now, be a good girl and lick my pussy clean. Playing with you has made quite the mess.”

Her moist lips parted as she spread her legs and slowly lowered to my mouth. I tried to press the back of my head away, but I was pinned against the mattress, and there was nowhere to go.

“Go on… stick out that tongue…” Aunt Marlene instructed. Obeying, I did so as she lowered her pussy on me. In an instant, my entire tongue was engulfed by her wet, warm pussy, and my tongue wiggled back and forth inside her hole. “Ohhh honey… sweetie… You have—you have such a lovely tongue… mmm, just knowing it’s your tongue turns me on so much.”

Aunt Marlene moaned as she worked her hips in circles, slowly at first. My tongue barely had to move as she was riding my face. Her juices wet my mouth and chin as she pressed down. I watched her eyes close, and her breathing become shallow as she groped her own breasts and pinched her nipples. I became excited at the sounds I was making this older woman make. Watching her eyebrows dance higher on her brow, the more I moved my tongue. When I swirled it in circles, she would buckle over, and her blonde hair covered her face.

“Lick—Lick my clit,” she grunted in a weak voice and used two fingers to pull back her hood. “Come on, sweetie. Lick my cli—ahhh!”

My lips wrapped around her clitoris, and she doubled over as my lips sucked on the tiny nub and my tongue snaked around her sensitive area.

“Ahhh fuckkk, baby. Not so f-fast—oh my god!” she moaned and shook. My eyes narrowed as I sucked and licked harder. The joy of sweet revenge mixed with the pleasure of her pleasure as my hands slid up her fat ass and squeezed it. “Jesus Christ! Fuck me!”

Aunt Marlene squeezed her tits in hard fists as she dug her clit down into my face. My tongue vibrated on her clit as she sucked on her own nipple and moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Make me cum on your fucking face! Ughhh fuckkk!” Aunt Marlene screamed as her thighs clenched around my face and her body seized. Both her fists gripped locks of my hair, and she suffocated me with her soaked pussy as she came. I drank her down as much as I could. The fluid drowned me for a brief moment before it ran down my face and chest. “Oh, fuck… good girl… good girl… good fucking girl…” she said as her legs finally released me, and I was able to gasp a normal breath.

“Oh, Jesus, girl…” Aunt Marlene laughed between panting breaths. She scooted down my body and pressed her body against mine as she kissed me hard and deep. Her hand grabbed my face as her tongue lapped at me, cleaning her juices from me. “Did you have fun?” she asked after several moments had passed. We lay on our sides facing each other. Our breasts mashed against one another.

With pink cheeks and a shy smile, I panted, “Yes…”

“Good…” Aunt Marlene sang as she brushed hair out of my face. Her leg had snaked over mine, and her heel rubbed up and down my ass, locking me to her. “Then we need to keep this our little secret.”