The best summer of my life was the one that I spent with my aunt Joanne, my mother’s sister. If she hadn’t gotten married and moved away, the incestuous relationship with her that started that summer would probably still be going on.
I have since moved on, but I do still think about her. Not just the sex but the dirty little things that transpired between us before we actually had sex.
My parents were in the middle of a divorce and they decided it was best for me to stay with my aunt Joanne during those tough times. I had no idea what my parents were going through at the time. They just told me that they were going on a cruise and I was to stay with Joanne for the summer.
I loved going to Aunt Joanne’s. She had a great house and a huge pool. So I didn’t mind their decision and couldn’t wait to get there. my aunt was in her late twenties with long black hair a dark eyes. She was different from all of my other aunts and uncles, probably because she was single and a bit on the loony side. My dad once told me that she was crazy because she burned all of her brain cells when young. At the time I had no clue what he was talking about.
My mother grew up in Arkansas. On a farm with my grandfather and grandmother and two uncles. My grandfather was hard working man and a proper man. So when my mom became pregnant with me when she was 14 he was furious. He let her stay of course but things were never the same. 2 years later my mom became pregnant again. This time with my twin baby sisters. My sisters and I never did know who our father was, my mother didn’t like to talk about it and it made her very depressed so I didn’t press the issue too much. Unfortunately when my mother became pregnant her father had enough and kicked her out of the house. My mother as she later told me expected this. She said she never expected to have my sisters or me but was never mad that she did. She told me that she only had sex twice and consequently paid the price for it.
When we were thrown out my grandfather was kind enough to give her some money. As I was only 2 at the time I was unable to help when mom built a small shack in the forest for us to live. She would make bags and other small items, as she did not want to leave us alone being so young. She could not afford babysitters or any luxuries. Using whatever money we had for food, clothes and survival.
By the time I was 7 I was able to help out more. I did not go to school but did get an education. Albeit not to the standards of other kids. My mom bought my sisters and I books and notepads and taught us from what she had learned. Every morning and night my sisters and I would practice math and English. During the day I would look after my sisters while my mom left us for work in town.
When I was 10 our family finally came into some good luck. My mom met a man who she served while working at the diner she had found employment. A romance started and he took us all in with open arms. His name was Ted and he was by all means a nice guy. He treated me as if I was his son. He was rich by “normal” people’s standards and incredibly wealthy by ours.
My story starts many years ago. My name is Bobby and I was getting ready to turn sixteen that summer. My parents had just purchased a small motor home for our vacation that year. It was nice, but very confining. It was supposed to sleep six, but four people in it at one time, seemed very crowded to me.
It had a bunk above the passenger compartment that would sleep two people. They would be a little cramped, but two people could fit there. In the back of the motor home was a small room with a full size bed. That was where my parents would sleep.
I will tell you a little about my family before I move on to the events of our first vacation in the motor home. My father (Jim) worked the third shift in a local factory. He had worked there for as long as I could remember. He went to work at 11:00 p.m. and got off at 7:00 a.m. the next morning. My mother (Melanie) was a homemaker, and sold Avon on the side. My younger sister (Melissa) was fourteen years old that summer.
One night while my father was working. Two black men broke into our house, and then took turns raping my mother all night long. My sister was a result of that night. My mother and father had been trying to have another child, so my mother was not using any type of contraception at the time. My mother didn’t believe in abortion for any reason, and carried my sister full term. They hoped that the child my mother was carrying had been conceived before that night.
However, that would not end up being the case. And when Missy was born, although she was a black baby, my parents were not willing to put her up for adoption.
I would like to tell you that it had been easy growing up with a little black sister, but I’d be lying. I fought my way through most of my school life. Kids always made fun of her for having a white family. My sister felt very close to me, and looked up to me as her protector. Missy was a very pretty little girl. Although she was born black, and very dark skinned, she had the facial features more like a white child. The rest of her physical attributes were more characteristic of a black woman. She had long slender legs; flat little stomach and a nice round bubble butt like most black women seem to have.
Ernie watched as Melba crossed the street. The way her hips swayed as she walked and the way she unconsciously flaunted her breasts was a sight to behold. Mentally undressing her, he was down to just her panties as she walked through the door of the gas service station.
Melba looked at him and smirked, knowing full well what he was thinking or at least to Ernie it seemed that way.
While he was daydreaming about fucking her, he dimly heard her voice say, “Is my car done?”
Hi, my name is Andi! I am sixteen, and I’m almost five feet tall. I’m skinny, but I’ve got nice B-cup boobs with nipples as red as my hair. I have green eyes and freckles. And oh, yeah, I have red hair on my privates too! (blushing.) And a little around my butt hole. My butt hole is my favorite part of my body, and I spend a lot of time playing with it!
But anyway, I wanna tell you about the first time I fucked my brother. It was so hot. He’s really cute, and I’d wanted to fuck him for a long time, but lemme tell you about the first time I worked up the nerve to make him wanna play.
Mom and dad were fighting and it always made me scared. So I got in bed with my big brother Ryan. He’s seventeen. He’s so big. He’s got muscles on his muscles, and he makes me feel so safe with my back up against his chest. He was used to me climbing into bed with him, because mom and dad were always fighting. This was not too long before they got a divorce.
When I get scared or sad, I usually like to play with my butt. It makes me feel better, I don’t know why. I start rubbing my fingers in the crack, and after a while I put my hand inside my panties and feel my bunghole with my fingertips. This usually makes me fall asleep after a while. But if it doesn’t work, or if I wanna masturbate, I start to work my finger into my butt. But this time there was a problem, because my butt was right up against Ryan’s crotch. I didn’t wanna put my hand down there because it would be right up against his dick, and I didn’t have his permission to touch him there. He was snoring softly, and his chest was moving up and down, and I could feel his breath on my neck. It was so nice. I figured it would be okay just to put his hand on my butt crack.
I was fourteen before I had experimented with masturbation, so yeah, I was a late bloomer. But, once I tried it and realized how pleasurable it was, I felt the need to catch up on what I might have missed. Since that first orgasm rocked my world, I was constantly occupied with what sex with women would feel like. I so wanted to feel a pussy wrapped around my cock that I felt that I could do anything for that.
It was about the time I turned fifteen that this story happened.
It was a Saturday and mom had gone shopping like she does every weekend. Usually, she would back her car into the carport and would open the trunk and start unloading the groceries. That day I was watching her from the kitchen window overlooking the carport. I don’t know why, but I was struck by how wide her hips were despite her being shapely. She was close enough for me to see her ass clearly as she bent over the deep trunk reaching for stuff.
Things were clear enough that I could see a deep cameltoe formed between her pussy lips. But, what turned me on the most was seeing some of her pubic hair peeking out the sides of the soft cotton short shorts she was wearing.
After finishing college, my sister Jenny couldn’t find a reasonable job in New York and couldn’t afford to stay there. So she was forced to move back into our home where we had both grown up.
She was a little too mature to move back into her old room, after all she was twenty-two now. So she moved into the vacant basement apartment that my grandmother had occupied for the last few years of her life.
Jenny is five years older than I am. That makes it very hard to have things in common. When she went to college four years earlier I was only thirteen, and concerned myself with normal thirteen-year-old things.
Now at seventeen, I could only think of one thing: Sex!