Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Beginning of the Beginnings

AN ODE TO LUST
 
Note: - All characters in this story are of or above the age of eighteen. It is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters to a person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story has a strong proclivity towards incest, between brothers and sisters and aunt and nephew. If this bothers you, in any sorts, please turn away immediately.
Thanks to ‘Anonymous’ for delivering me the idea of this work.
Enjoy!
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CHAPTER-1
 
Have you ever imagined how sometimes, in a moment your whole life that you know turns upside down? Have you ever felt it? If not, then you are in luck. If you have...well, just hear me out then.
It was a dark stormy night, a month before my nineteenth birthday when it all started. It is not a ghost story, if that is what you are wondering. I don’t even know what to name it. Let’s just call it ‘Early Experiences’ for now.
Anyway, back to the story. As I was saying, it all started when I accidentally started spying on Miss Evelyn Rochford when she was alone in her room.
Okay, that came out wrong again.
Let’s start with myself. My name is Robert Kinsley. At the time I am speaking of, I was eighteen years old, tall, lean, athletic, with a slight hint of six packs—or at least I pretended to think I had six packs. Though I didn’t outwardly present a manly appearance, I am however, gifted with a cock far too big and prodigious for a lad of my age.
I lived in an old villa in a small fishing village in Cornwall with my mum and my two sisters. Kate was a year older than me. Emily was my twin sister. My dad was a sailor in the royal navy who died in the sea. Even though he had left us with an inheritance, it was soon starting to diminish.
The money which had remained was saved for our college. Mum earned a living by working in a local store, which was just enough for all of us to live by. So, as you can see, life was pretty fucked up for me. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my family more than anything but I also wanted to get out of this middle-of-nowhere-piece-of-shit-place more than anyone else. The only way I could do that is if I got a scholarship and I was studying hard for it. Little did I know that the life as I know it was going to change pretty soon.
One day, I was returning home from my school, as usual. The school I studied in was about 9 miles away, on the other side of a small hillock. I had to walk the whole way on foot as I didn’t own a bicycle. Cream over cake, it was pouring torrentially that day. As you can guess, I was having a heck of a day. As I neared my house I spotted an old Honda Civic parked behind our own old dusty, bulbous Chevy truck. I groaned. I had thought about having mum make me a cup of hot cocoa and tea but now that we have a guest in our house, I don’t think that was going to happen anytime soon.
I walked in and saw mum sitting on the sofa chatting animatedly with a young girl. She had her back towards me so I couldn’t see her face. Thinking maybe she was one of mum’s friends in the town, I proceeded towards my room without pausing.
‘Robert, honey,’ mum said, making me stop. ‘I was just waiting for you. Come here, dear. I want you to you meet with someone. This is Evelyn Rochford. She’ll be staying with us.’
The girl finally turned to look towards me and my jaw dropped instantly. She was downright gorgeous! She had jet black hair, reaching below her ears, blue eyes and a figure that would definitely attract more than a few gazes if she were to walk down the road in any given day. She was wearing tight blue jeans, ankle length boots and a brown leather jacket over a white tank top.
She smiled when she saw me and I saw her perfect pearlescent teeth. She raised her hand towards me and for a moment I just stared dumbly at her. Finally I realized what I was supposed to do and when we shook hands I seemed to be mellowed under her touch.
Mum told me that she’d put an ad up at The Times a few weeks ago about letting the upstairs bedroom for rent and Evelyn had answered for it. She told me that Evelyn is a freelance writer, from Essex, and is currently working on a novel. So she needed some place to stay which would be both quiet and cheap until fall, and this place fit the description.
Before I continue, I must first describe the house. It is a Victorian styled villa three storeys high and almost belonged to the Neanderthal age. It was once owned by a wealthy tea merchant, working for the East India Company, and sold it to my grandfather before he left the country. Since then, it had been rarely been renovated other than some patchwork here and there. And after dad died, even that stopped and now, it had turned into its current dilapidated state. Most of the rooms were covered in mould or rot and were too unsafe to live in. We basically lived only in the east portion, in five bedrooms, one downstairs, four upstairs, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and a loft. Mom sleeps downstairs, and I and my sisters had occupied one room each upstairs.
There was not a single home for miles around. Not that we owned an estate or anything. It’s just that, nobody bothered to build their house in such a lonely, desolated place. The back of the house overlooked a huge lake, surrounded by small hills on the three sides, providing a good view of the sunset from our rooms. The east and west side of the forest were covered in thick, dark forest.
It might seem like a very liveable place, but it wasn’t. Believe me it wasn’t. I have no idea why even the lumberjacks haven’t found this place yet. If Evelyn would come to stay here, she is either looking for the cheapest and loneliest accommodation in whole England or she must be a very wanted person in Scotland Yard.
I protested, telling her that it will be odd living with a stranger in the same floor, but mum just said that we needed the money. At first, I was angry, but then complied, when I thought about living in the same house with someone as hot as Evelyn for the whole summer. Maybe it would even turn out good for me.
So it was done. We emptied a room for her and prepped a bed and other essential necessities.
The day she moved in, I went in to check if she was doing okay. I opened the door to her room, and immediately stopped fast. Evelyn was by her bed, leaning over her suitcase, her bubbly butt protruding up towards me.
I stood there transfixed, watching her round, arse stretching the fabric of her jeans. Never in my life have I seen a shapelier butt, nor I had I still. I can bet every quid I have on that. I realized that I was staring at her butt for too long and cleared my throat and knocked on the door twice. She turned and I asked her if she needed anything. She answered in no and I left. The image of her bountiful bubbies remained in my mind and it was all that I kept thinking about pretty much for the rest of the day.
Also, I couldn’t evade the fact about the way my body was reacting to this. It was the first time I saw a female butt up this close. Yes, there were other girls in my school, but none of them came even close to define what Evelyn has. She was, in truth, a very seductive creature.
I decided to investigate further. I realized that if I wanted to know the depth of the lake, you need to take a swim in it. And this is one lake I couldn’t wait to wet my body in.
***
I always looked out for some opportunity, even an hour of isolation, whence I could get a chance to know her better. And one day, on a Friday, as I came back from school, I found the house empty. There was a note on the fridge saying that mom and Evelyn had gone to the grocery store in the next town. The nearest town was twenty miles out and I knew that it would take them at least an hour to return.
This is exactly the moment I was waiting for. I quietly sneaked into Evelyn’s room and shut the door behind me. The room was surprisingly tidy. The bed was kept spic and span with clean white sheets laid upon it. Beside it there was a small table under the window, stacked with books, novels, guidebooks and her rough drafts. On the west wall, there was a small cupboard which she was using as a makeshift almirah. I walked up to it and pulled open the top drawer. Voila! It was filled with her lingerie, neatly folded and stacked one upon another. I took one out, a pink lacy one. I couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful she would look wearing it. I took out a brassiere and felt the underside of the cup.
I felt a sort of stirring in my loins which was feeling both thrilling and palpitating. I replaced the panties back in her drawer and closed it. Then I went to her desk and sat on the chair. I pulled the first drawer. It was filled with pencils, pens and ink bottles. I pulled the second one and found a leather bound diary. I opened it and found her name written I beautiful calligraphy—Evelyn Rochford. I turned the first page and started reading the first entry.
Halfway through the seventh entry, I knew as much about her as I needed to. And I got to say, she is a very interesting girl! She was more than what meets the eye.
Suddenly I heard the main door open and close and I heard mum and Evelyn chatting and laughing. I felt the blood freeze in my body. I was so much engaged in my fantasy, I lost track of time.
I put the diary back in the drawer, but in my hurry, I hit my elbow at the edge of the table and accidentally knocked all the papers off the table. For a moment I stood there dazed. I could hear Evelyn’s footsteps. My trance broke when she reached the top of the stairs. I quickly gathered up all the pages from the floor and put them on the table. She was at the door now, and I saw the door handle slowly turning. I knew I was out of time and out of hiding places. Any moment she would walk in and find me in her room. Her own landlady’s son sneaking through her stuff in her absence, it would be a nightmare.
I had only two choices. I could either risk jumping out of the window and drop two stories down, in which case, I could even break my legs. Or else...
Without wasting any time pondering, I slid under her bed and waited.
The door opened and Evelyn entered the room. She was carrying grocery bags in both hands and she carefully pushed the door using her feet. She put the bags down on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Her feet were mere inches away from my face. My heart was pounding inside my chest and I was sure it could be heard from a mile out. She took off her boots and her socks and then rubbed her sore feet. I dared not take a breath lest I shall alarm her but I could feel the blood boiling in my veins and I felt my prick stretching out in my jeans.
She stood up and then, to both my horror and excitement, she started undressing. First she took off her jacket and dropped it on the back rest of the chair. Then she pulled out her rubber band and combed her hair with her hand, watching as it beautifully flowed between her slim fingers. The third article to come off was her jeans. It was the same navy blue faded ones I’d seen her wearing on the first day. It hugged her body in the most exquisite way, showing off her curves beautifully.
She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper and shimmied out of it. Even though the jeans weren’t a tight fit, she had to struggle a bit to get it off of her voluptuous hips. Now she was clad only in her yellow t-shirt and her underwear.
She caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her body. I greedily devoured her naked charms as they were gradually exhibited before me. Her tits were perfect, neither too big, nor too small. Now I was no expert in breast size at that time but I later found out that she was a C-cup. And from that day on, that size became my most favoured size of all and through all my sexual escapades, all I ever looked for those perfect sizes on another girl.
I looked on to her breasts like a star-gazed child. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Her nipples were small and pointed like a pair of rubies. She hooked her thumbs in the waist-band of her panties and—turning away from me—she slowly peeled them off her glorious derriere and her equally sexy long legs. I felt my heart skip a beat as I was presented to the most marvellous piece of rump—dazzlingly white and shining like satin. As the sun was full upon it and she was still in a stooping position, I could see that below her slit, she was covered in a light patch of dark hair, trimmed carefully.
Turning around, I caught a glimpse of her beautiful flat belly, her tempting tits and the V-shape of her cunt, lightly covered in hair, before she quickly wrapped a towel around her. Holding the towel in one hand, she picked up her discarded clothes and put them in the clothes-bin kept in a corner. Then she left the room to use the bathroom.
And just like that...it was over. I waited for a few more moments before coming out. Looking at her boots, I picked up her socks she had been wearing and sniffed them, taking in the exquisite smell of her feet. Then, putting them back, I picked up the panties from the clothes-bin and brought it up to my nose. The smell was intoxicating. I never smelled anything like that before. I almost fainted. I licked the fabric where her mound had been. She tasted even better. I stuffed it into my pocket before I slipped off the door and hurried towards my room.
***
I closed the door and sat down on my bed. My cock was still achingly hard, straining against my jeans. I undressed quickly and stared down at my erect prick. It had got hard several times before but never this hard. I felt like could cut a log of wood with it.
I pulled out the panties from my pocket and took a long whiff, filling my senses with the amorous scent. If this smells so good, I could only imagine what she would smell like up close. I gripped the base of my cock and started stroking myself. I leaned my head on the pillow and closed my eyes as I ran the images of her changing in her room in my mind over and over.
Just when I was close to come, the door of my room flew open and Emily walked in.
‘Robert!’ she gasped.
See, this was the moment I was talking about at the beginning. Well, it is not exactly <i>the</i> moment—more precisely, one of the moments. But it was the moment which changed the way I looked at my sisters forever.
I scrambled up on the bed, fumbling to cover myself with anything, but the damage was already done. ‘E-Emily! What are you doing here?’ I blurted.
My mind was running miles an hour, trying to conjure up some kind of excuse, but frankly, there wasn’t much you could say when your sister catches you sitting on your bed, naked and stroking his cock.
‘What are YOU doing?’ she asked, clearly shocked.
‘Emily, get out please!’
She hesitated, her eyes fixed upon my prick. I told her to leave again, but she remained still. I had, by now, found a sheet to cover myself with. Finally she closed the door, locking it securely, and walked towards my bed. I gulped, thinking that now I am screwed. But she said nothing and sat down on the edge of the bed, beside me.
‘What-what are doing, Emily?’ I asked, pulling the sheet closer.
‘I want to see,’ she said. She looked up. ‘I want to see it.’
It was now my turn to be shocked. ‘What?’ I asked.
‘It’s just that...I had never seen a...um, penis before. I heard all the girls talk about it in the school saying how good it is and that they did this and that. So, I want to see it, Robert,’ she said again firmly.
‘You and your friends talk about penises at school?’ I asked, incredulity going riot.
‘That is not the point!’ she said, then with a firmer voice- ‘Show it to me, Robert.’
‘Emily I can’t exactly show it to you, you know that.’
‘Come on, just one time please! I won’t tell anyone, I swear.’
‘Emily, this is a private thing. It is not something a girl should watch, definitely not when the girl is your sister.’
We argued back and forth for a long time but she was hell-bent to see my cock. She even once started to yank the sheet off of me. I tugged it back with all my force. She lost her grip and fell down. 
‘Emily, that’s enough. Leave my room at once!’ 
She stood up, her lips shaking. She turned to leave, but stopped, and turned back to me. ‘How about we make a deal?’ she said.
‘What?’ I said.
She came and sat back on the bed. ‘What if I showed you my, you know, my boobies. Will you let me see then?’
‘What?’
I was dumbstruck. It wasn’t everyday your sister, your own flesh and blood sister offers you to see her boobs in exchange for letting her see your cock. She had made me an offer no man with sane mind could ever refuse. But how could I? I am her older brother for god sake!
Before I could protest, Emily moved the bed sheet away, revealing my swollen prick. She grabbed it, her small hands barely encircling its girth. Her touch was soft, her grip, firm, which felt really good. My hands dropped at my side. She grabbed my cock from the top and slowly pulled down the loose dark skin, exposing the purple knob from underneath.
‘Are they all this big?’ she asked, transfixed. I told her that I haven’t seen any other cock so I’ve got no idea.
As she released the foreskin, it stretched up and my cock throbbed and buckled for a while. She repeated the act, each time making my dick lurch up in excitement when she let go. It was great and yet so painfully annoying. My prick turned harder, if possible, turning into wood. I felt a strange tightening in my bollocks. A tingling sensation began to run all across my body. I felt like a man who was trying to hold back a huge boulder ten times his size from rolling downhill.
I stopped her immediately, before things could go out of control. She looked up at me, confused and even a bit disappointed. But then she understood what I meant and let go.
‘My turn,’ she said and stood up. Taking a deep breath, she began to pull off her shirt. A shiver ran through me as I realized that I was going to see my sister naked for the first time in my life.
Just then, we heard footsteps approaching my room. A look of shock crossed both of our faces and we scrambled around to arrange ourselves. I threw Emily a towel, which she used to wipe her hands clean. I had no time to dress so I kicked my clothes under the bed and pulled the sheet over me up to my neck, pretending I was asleep.
Emily opened the door to see Kate standing before her, her hand raised to knock. Seeing Emily in my room, a confused look crossed her face. Emily muttered a ‘hi’ and quickly left the room, leaving me to confront my older sister. She and Emily were the two poles of the same magnet. If Emily was energetic and amiable, Kate was surly and grim. She was always wary of me, thinking that maybe I was always up to something bad. It is because of this, she and I had plenty of fights and arguments when we were young.
She first looked towards Emily’s retreating figure, and then turned towards me.
‘Hey, what’s up?’ I said, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.
She didn’t answer. I looked down at my body and saw the huge tent on the bed sheet formed by my erection. I quickly folded my knees up to hide it.
‘What were you two doing in the room alone?’ she asked. I stammered up some lame excuse. She didn’t look convinced but didn’t question me further. ‘Mom’s calling you. Be downstairs in five.’ Her gaze went back to the tent. ‘After you have taken care of it, that is.’
She left, closing the door after her and I gave a sigh of relief. I threw away the bed sheet and looked down at my engorged prick, straight as a mast, red and covered in thick purple veins. It looked—and felt—even worse than before. It was scary to look at...even to me.
My day has got a whole of a lot better.
***
I avoided Kate for the rest of the day as far as possible. But I would see her often throwing curious glances towards me. That night, after everyone went asleep, I heard the door of my room open slowly. I looked up and saw Emily standing at the door way. She was barefoot and was wearing a baby blue night dress, her favourite attire for bed. She smiled when she saw me and quietly entered the room, closing the door behind her. She came to my bed and sat down beside me.
‘What happened?’ I asked. I knew what is happening but I asked anyway.
In answer, she climbed up the bed, and sat atop me, straddling my legs. She was surprisingly light. ‘I came here to finish what we started,’ she said, grabbing my boxers and pulling them down.
‘Are we really doing this?’ I asked. My heart was racing inside my ribcage. She nodded and smiled at me.
Once my cock freed, she began inspecting it carefully with utmost attention. I think it amused her how quickly it would respond to her ministrations, turning hard as wood in no time. I didn’t complain. It was feeling really good. She let me go and slowly slid her nightdress off her body, revealing her naked charms to my eyes. Her tits were smaller, a lot perkier than Evelyn, with small rosy nipples the size of pencil nubs an when I flicked them with my fingers, she shuddered in excitement.
I laid her down on the bed and began to examine them in as much detail as I could, feeling and rubbing them in my palm. Occasionally she would let out a moan and would arch her back towards me. I softly planted kisses upon her bosom.
I slid her panties off her smooth milky legs and brought it up to my nose. They smelled lovely. I now feasted upon her beautiful nether lips. They were exquisite, pink in colour, moist and flushed. There was only one other pair I have seen in my life and it belonged to the girl who is sleeping only two doors down. I brought my face close to it and inhaled deeply. The smell was deeply amorous, like some exotic French perfume. The pheromones flowed through my nostrils, sending throes of pleasure through my cock, hardening it further.
When I caressed her mound, she started squirming and moaning. It was raining outside lightly, so our voices came out muffled by it.
‘Are you sure this is okay?’ I asked her.
‘Yes,’ she said in a breathy voice. ‘I have heard the girls saying that they do it all the time.’
I knew that we have crossed all the lines now and that here was no going back. Instead, we took on the opportunity to explore each and every inch of our naked body. She turned bolder and bolder by the moment and kept urging me to go on. Deep down, I was having this feeling that something bad was going to happen. I tried to stop her once again, but held back, thinking how incredibly good her ministrations felt on my cock. And then the inevitable happened.
I was lying upon her, kissing and fondling her breasts. She was stroking my cock, beating it upon the lips of her labia. I began to move my hips, rubbing my cock along her creamy slit. The coolness of her cunt felt odd against the white hot, hard length of my prick. The head of my cock kept slipping further and further down the cleft of her vagina when, in one fateful moment, she pressed too hard and it slipped into her tight hole.
We both gasped, stopping in place. We looked at each another in the face. She looked ghastly and I knew looked the same to her. We looked down between our legs. The tip of my cock was inside her cunt. The contact of her mons with my glans was sending up sparks into my brain. I knew I had to pull out. It had carried away too far. I will pull out...in a moment. It felt like I was struck by lightning. Mere words couldn’t describe how I was feeling right then. And yet I could see the way Emily’s face had scrunched up in pain. She was hurt and I was the one to blame.
‘It...It is inside,’ she said, tears rolling down her eyes.
‘I know,’ I said.
I concentrated upon her eyes, her beautiful green eyes, like my own and began to pull away. I knew I had to do this but it was getting increasingly difficult. Her cunt was holding my prick tightly like a sheath, refusing to let go.
With whatever will power I could conjure, I succeeded to pull my cock free. I fell back, gasping for breath. She had started to sob. I rushed to her aide and held her tightly, comforting her.
‘I am sorry, Emily,’ I said, ‘I should’ve pulled out much earlier.’
‘No,’ she said, ‘I am sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you in the first place.’
We comforted each other for a long time. The rain had become a full-blown storm now. After an hour, she stood up, put on her dress, and –wishing me goodnight—she quietly left.
***
The next day, as I came down for breakfast, I didn’t see Emily on the table. Mum said that she had a test in school so he had to leave early to prepare for it. I sat down and ate my breakfast quietly. I didn’t see Emily pretty much the whole day and when I did see her in the evening; she just turned around and walked away. I felt really bad, thinking that I had ruined our relationship for good.
But in all these events, I almost forgot about Evelyn. Every time I would see her, I image of her naked form I had seen that day would come before me, and I would imagine her undressing like that especially for me. My lust towards her grew to titanic proportions. I would look for her all the time and when I did see her, my heart would beat so fast, I thought it was going to pop!
Sometimes, when nobody’s watching, I would sneak into her room and lie on her bed, imagining she was lying with me. I would snuggle my face in her pillow, smelling her scent from her hair. I would even smell her socks, her stockings and her underwear, especially her underwear.
It was hard to believe how her scent would turn me on so much, turning me into a dumb, crazy, lust-filled teenager. She remained as the centre-point of all of my fantasies. At night, I would stay awake, unable to sleep, unable to relieve myself. I was still scared of what happened that night with my sister and every time I would try to stroke myself, her pained face would flash before me and I withdrew immediately.
I never thought I would ever be able to mend my relationship with my sister ever again...that is, until I saw her naked.
***
Emily and I were sitting on the couch in our living room watching TV. Even though we were financially poor, mum didn’t compromise with our entertainment and had kept the cable on. The TV was old and beaten, but it still worked. The reception was not so good either and the picture would come hazy sometimes but even then we watched with utmost joy and curiosity. As usual, Emily didn’t talk to me.
Just then mum came and asked us to do the house chores. Both of us groaned and whined, but mum told us that we wouldn’t be getting lunch until we cleaned our room. Now, mum is usually a calm and reserved person, talking only when necessary. Although she stayed amiable to us, she also took great care that we remained disciplined at all cost, in or out of the house, even if she had to take some pretty hard measures to keep it maintained.
So we agreed reluctantly. Emily, however, held her ground. I don’t know, maybe she was upset or something, but she simply refused to do the chores.
‘Emily get your butt off the couch and clean your room right now,’ mum said sternly.
‘No!’ she yelled.
‘Emily!’ mum rushed towards her, but she stood her ground.
‘I will NOT clean my room, YOU HEARD THAT!!!!!’ she yelled at the top of her voice.
I watched as mum’s face turned beetroot red in an instant. This was the last straw and I knew that now Emily was in huge trouble.
Seizing her by the arm, mum dragged the struggling girl to the kitchen. She fought hard, using both hands and feet but it only roused our mother’s anger further. In the kitchen, mum bent her down against the table. Leaving her there she went to the cabinet and fetched a birch rod. I knew that rod very well. She used it punish us when we were little and at that time, the mere sight of it, would make our blood run cold. After all these years, the feeling hasn’t changed a bit.
She pulled up her long skirt and bunched it around her waist. Then she pulled down her white cotton knickers, leaving her lush bottom and her pink slit quite bare before my eyes. Emily’s cheeks turned red, having being exposed in such manner and tried to cover it but mum moved her hand away.
It haven’t seen her naked since that fateful night in my room, which was quite a long time ago. And I was surprised to see that she had much developed since. The lips of her labia were more pouting and swelled out, as well as the mossy covering on her mound was clearly evident.
This full naked view of her privates reawakened the passion and lust I once had for her and strengthened them.
Mum pulled back her hair and tied them in a pony. Grasping the rod in her right hand firmly, she stepped back and raised her arm, her eyes glistening in a peculiar way. I looked at Emily’s face, she had her lips tightly pressed, but I knew she was trying to hide her fears. I thought she would give up any time now, say sorry, anything to save herself from the thrashing. But she didn’t.
It was only a moment—but I shall never forget it. The rod whistled through the air and fell with a cruel cut on Emily’s plump butt. The flesh quivered and Emily, who had resolved not to cry, flushed in her face and gritted her teeth.
Again mum raised her arm and again, with a sharp whistle, it fell on the palpating buttocks below it. Still, her stubborn temper bore her up and even though we saw how she winced, not a single sound escaped her lips.
Drawing back a step, mum raised her hand again, and brought it down with twice the force. This time, the aim was so true that the longer points of the rod doubled between the buttocks and fell directly between the lips of her cunt. The pain was so agonizing, that she finally broke her silence and screamed out like a banshee. She swinged the cane again and again, the aim falling precisely on the same spot. She stopped, pausing for breath.
‘If you say sorry now, I would spare you with the rest of the punishment,’ mum said.
Emily was beyond words. Her eyes were red with tears and she could barely talk. Still, her arrogance got the best of her. ‘Fuck...you...’ she muttered.
If I was shocked to see her get beaten, I was traumatized to see her talk in such a lewd manner. And by the looks of it, so was mum. Her face turned purple with anger and it seemed like she was on the verge of aneurysm. She again raised her hand and brought the cane down upon her, harder than ever. Her shrieks were to no avail. Cut succeeded cut, yell succeeded yell—until the cane was worn to a stump, and poor Emily’s bottom was one mass of weal and red as raw beef.
It was fearful to watch but at the same time, highly exciting. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t pry my eyes off her pouting pussy, the way her swelling lips, after undergoing so severe punishment, evidently throbbed with agony. I mean, I could actually see them open and shut, like a heartbeat. Meanwhile, her spirit was completely cowed, or rather, crushed.
She remained there spread on the table for a minute or two, sobbing uncontrollably, all the while her cunt exposed. Then she pulled up her panty and quickly left to her room. I felt sorry for her. I knew what she did was wrong, but she didn’t deserve this amount of severity.
Needless to say, we were all scared and now knew what we had to expect, if we did not behave ourselves.
***
A few days have passed since this memorable whipping, and one day some visitors arrived—a gentleman and a lady. The lady was Aunt Rita, mum’s younger sister, who had married lately with Andrew Thatcher, a captain at the royal navy. They had just returned from abroad after spending their honeymoon, and before he left for his ship, Aunt Rita had decided to spend a short time with us.
Aunt Rita was three years younger than mum, rather delicate looking but well-shaped, with nice well-formed breasts and shoulders, plump ass, thin waist, long slender arms, beautiful legs, dark wavy hair reaching to her waist and very brilliant eyes.
I had to clear my room for them and moved to a room on the third floor until their stay. It was a little smaller than my old room but since nobody else lived in this floor, it was secluded. The only other option was to share room with my sisters. As much as I should have been happy with moving in with Emily, I wasn’t overly excited about it. The awkwardness since that night was still there. Also, I wanted to avoid Kate as far as possible because she had started to suspect that something was fishy. One day she even asked me about it.
‘So what’s up between you and Emily?’ she asked as we were doing the dishes.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked. She handed me another dish and I wiped it with a towel and put it away.
‘I mean,’ she said, turning towards me, drying her hands, ‘every time you walk into a room, she walk out, leaving you looking after her with those puppy dog eyes, as if you have done something terrible.’
I told her that it was nothing and that we had a nasty fight the other day and so she wouldn’t talk to me, but Kate didn’t looked convinced in the least. She reached out and held my hand. ‘I’m your sister, Robert. I know that you and I don’t go along too well, but I have seen how close you and Emily are. I would rather admit that, sometimes, I even feel jealous.’
I looked at her shocked. ‘Jealous, of us?’
She shrugged. ‘I can have feelings too. If you don’t want to tell me about it, then it is okay, I won’t ask. But remember; never let these petty fights ruin your relationship. If you did something wrong, go and tell her that you are sorry. Don’t let your ego get the best of you. It can poison your mind as well as everybody else’s around you.’
I looked towards her. Sometimes I forget that she too is my sister. And being older, she could understand me better than anybody else. But at the same time, I also knew that it was not ego that is stopping Emily from talking to me, it was guilt. 
***
Three days have passed since Aunt Rita’s arrival. One afternoon, we were playing football in the garden behind the villa. It was Kate’s favourite game and she always beat me to it. Kate and I were on one team while Emily and Evelyn on the other. Turns out, Evelyn was pretty damn good in this game. Even Kate was having a hard time scoring a point with her standing at the goal and she is already on the school football team! Kate passed the ball to me and I darted towards the goal, towards Evelyn. She was in an attack stance and rushed towards me. I got scared and kicked the ball a little too hard. It sailed over her head, and bouncing on top of the goalpost, flew straight through the second floor window, into Aunt Rita’s room.
‘Bummer!’ Kate yelled at me.
I went upstairs to fetch the ball. It felt odd to see my old room void of all my stuff. I searched for the ball and found it near the closet. Just then I heard their voice coming upstairs. I thought it would be embarrassing if I were to be discovered in their room in their absence. It might give them the wrong message, so I quickly stepped inside the closet, closing the door, leaving a gap.
The door to the room opened and Aunt Rita entered, followed by Andrew. He gently shut the door behind him, locking it. Aunt Rita smiled and said-‘Well, dear, you’re a teaser aren’t you? I thought you had had enough last night and this morning, and now you want it again?’
‘Indeed, I have not,’ he said. ‘I can never have enough of that sweet ass of yours, and you know it very well. So come on now, it will not be long before they notice our absence.’
He seized her around her waist and pulled her in for a long passionate kiss. Then reaching below, he grabbed her calves and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him, the halter dress riding up her silky smooth thighs, all the while their mouth glued together.
‘We must hurry,’ she murmured.
‘I can’t promise that,’ he said with a laugh. He carried her to the edge of the bed and threw her back. He took her legs under his arms, letting her dress fall off her legs and bunch around her waist, exposing her black lacy panties. Then, he pulled those panties off her long legs, leaving her naked from the waist down. I noticed that she had shaved where her pubes should have been and her cunt was more pouted and appeared more open than that of Evelyn.
Then the scenario turned to a whole different level when Uncle Andrew unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his cock. And by the gods, it was so big! It was thicker than a can of soda and a lot longer than mine. He grabbed it and even he, with his large calloused hands, couldn’t encircle its entire girth.
He aligned the tip with Aunt Rita’s sheath and then, placing both arms so as to support her legs, he shoved it inside her all the way in one single powerful thrust! I watched horrified that instead of shrieking with agony, Aunt Rita moaned loudly, leaning her head back as the huge length was shoved so forcefully right into her belly. Her eyes glistened and she smiled courteously at her penetrator.
They seemed very happy. His mammoth cock slipped in and out of her quite smoothly, his hands gripping her huge ass, pulling them towards himself with each thrust. It lasted nearly five minutes, when suddenly Uncle Andrew stopped. The muscles in his body tensed and his face contoured into that of intense pleasure and after giving one or two convulsive shoves, he went still. He held still for a moment, and then drew out his cock, now soft, covered in a slimy liquid. He grabbed a towel and wiped his cock clean and even wiped drops off the carpet fallen below, before proceeding to the bathroom.
Aunt Rita remained supine on the bed for a few minutes longer, her legs spread, her cleft more open than before, and I could see a white slime oozing from it. It was the first time I’m seeing a woman in such state and the excitement was too great to describe in words.
First of all, the grand mystery was explained to me at once, and I realized what actually my body had been craving for all this time which I had been masochistically ignoring and to what they tended.
After giving me plenty of time to gaze over all her natural beauties, she slipped off the bed and adjusted her sundress and smoothed the creases. Then she went to the mirror to arrange her hair. Uncle Andrew came out of the bathroom, all clean and giving a small peck on her cheek, went out, locking the door behind him.
Aunt Rita kicked off her moccasins and made her way towards the bathroom but halfway through, she turned and came straight to the closet, much to my sheer horror. She opened the door of the closet and as soon as she spotted me, she jumped back, giving out a slight scream.
I blushed up to the ears and tried to come up with an excuse but failed miserably. She stared at me at first in silent amusement, but at last said—‘Robert, were you peeping on us?’
‘No, No!’ I quickly replied, ‘I was here when you came up. I-I came here to pick up m-my football, and when I heard you c-coming, I got scared and quickly hid here.’
‘So you were you here the whole time?’ she asked.
I nodded.
‘Is that so?’ for some time she seemed to consider and examine me attentively.
She then said—‘If you promise not to tell anyone about what happened here in this room and I shall try to reward you, okay?’
‘I swear I won’t tell a soul.’
‘Good, now scoot!’
I grabbed the ball and scooted. They were waiting for me when I came to the backyard. As soon as Kate saw me, she rained upon me. I told her them that I couldn’t find the ball. Evelyn noticed my lack of attention.
‘What happened?’ she asked. ‘You look flushed. Did you hurt yourself?’
‘No,’ I said. ‘I just...I feel rather exhausted. I don’t think I can play anymore.’
‘Come on, you cannot leave like that!’ Kate exclaimed.
‘It’s okay,’ Evelyn said. ‘I think I’ve played enough for today. Robert, why don’t you go and get some rest. We could get ourselves busy with something else, don’t we girls?’
Kate gave me an annoyed look but decided to let go. I felt bad to ruin her game but, it’s not like I could run across the ground chasing after a ball with a raging hard-on.
Once in my room, I lied upon the bed and looked up at the ceiling. The scene I had witnessed had possessed my thoughts completely. All these years, the mystery has baffled my mind and now when it has been practically explained, it had awakened feelings inside me which are reserved only to men and not boys.
For the rest of the day and the day after, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else in particular. Every time, my thoughts wandered to Aunt Rita, thrown back on the bed, her beautiful, long, dark tresses spread upon the mattress, forming a halo around her head, her fine legs and milky creamy thighs completely exposed. Above all, the mere sight of her pink slit, bald as the back of a baby’s bottom, fully displayed, and the slimy juice oozing out of it slowly. It was similar to Evelyn’s, yet so much different.
I was damn sure that Evelyn couldn’t take such a thick, long monster cock as Andrew had thrust into Rita, and yet it went so easily and smoothly, delivering them to the utmost ardent satisfaction, evident by the way their bodies were moving against each other, in a perfect sinuous motion.
I then imagined that how wonderful it would be to see her in Aunt Rita’s place and I in Andrew's place, her naked body writhing beneath mine, my cock moving in and out of her pussy. I remembered the night I had seen her naked, in her room hiding under the bed, and immediately blood surged into my cock making it throb in pain.
I then and there decided that I, Robert Kinsley, would one day consummate my love for Evelyn Rochford, in this very bed and she would be wilfully begging me to do so. But first, I need to do some experimentation...
I looked out of my window towards the lake where Emily was sitting with Kate and Evelyn playing and I knew who my first candidate would be. But at this point, fate decided to intervene and instead of Emily, another, equally beautiful, provocative, more inclined for the sport, became my charming mistress in love’s revels.
***
Two days later, Uncle Andrew got a call from the headquarters telling him to report immediately and so he had to curtail his stay. That morning, seizing the opportunity, Rita and Andrew had escaped to their room and came out no less than thirty minutes later, both of them flushed to the cheek and sweating lightly. It didn’t take a genius to understand what they were doing inside and I wished I could have been there to watch them secretly once more.
Later I had learnt that he had fucked her no less than eight times since the night before till the time he had left.
Aunt Rita decided to stay here for a few more days as she had nothing else to do in London and would get extremely bored. She had told mum that she would bear all her expenses while she stayed here although mum downright refused to accept any kind of payment, saying it would be an insult to take money from her own younger sister.
Since Uncle Andrew had called a cab, mum proposed to go with him to drop him at the station. Both Andrew and Rita protested, but she assured that she needed to buy some groceries from the town anyway.
‘At least take Evelyn with you,’ Rita said, ‘I’m sure she won’t mind.
She didn’t. Kate and Emily accompanied them too, as they needed to buy a few things of their own. I was told to stay back, since the cab couldn’t hold five people. Anyway, I didn’t mind. At length, all was ready, and off they went, leaving me to a fate I had little dreamt of.
After they left, Aunt Rita asked me to follow her upstairs as she needed to pick a few things for her stay and she needed my help. Once in her room, she pointed towards a suitcase at the top of the almirah, which she needed to get to the cellar.
‘Hold the chair, would you?’ she asked.
I did and she climbed up of it. I stood close, holding the chair firmly. She was wearing a beige sundress, which stopped to her mid-thighs and silk stockings underneath. I noticed that she looked absolutely gorgeous in this attire. As she reached up to bring out the suitcase, her dress rode up, revealing her beautiful under legs up to the garter. I gulped hard.
I had never forgotten the day, when I had seen her, sprawled on the bed, her beauteous body bare in front of my eyes. It was enough to set my blood on fire. Soon my cock began to respond and stretch my jeans. Being so up close to her was overwhelming for me. My hands started shaking and so did the chair I was holding. Aunt Rita almost lost her balance.
‘Robert!’ she screamed as she grabbed the almirah to keep herself from falling.
I quickly apologised.
She climbed down from the chair. ‘Robert, what happened?’ she asked. ‘You look rather flushed. Are you feeling sick?’
‘No, I...’
Then her eyes fell upon my jeans, particularly upon my distended prick. It was painfully hard now.
‘Rob, are you...,’ she looked up at me. ‘Are you...aroused?’
I looked at my feet and blushed harder. She went and sat on the bed.
‘Rob,’ she said, ‘Come here.’
I walked to the bed and stood before her. She reached out and started unbuttoning my denims. As soon as she pulled down the zipper, my prick jumped out with a start—stiff as iron, and as big as the ones you see in those porn movies. She startled back, taken aback. But calming herself down, she finally began to look at it in sheer amazement.
‘Good gracious!’ she whispered out loud. She looked up at me. ‘Is that...is that real?’
I didn’t reply, still embarrassed to have my privates so brazenly displayed before my own aunt. She slowly reached out and grasped it, her small hands barely encircling the girth.
‘My god, Robert, it is huge!’ She began to inspect it, occasionally moving it left and right, exciting me even more. ‘Is it always been in this state?’ she asked. I nodded.
‘For how long?’
‘Ever since Evelyn came,’ I replied.
‘You mean the girl who is staying as tenant? But what does she have to do with it?’
I once again looked down at my feet.
‘Come now, Robert, be candid with me. What did you mean when you said that Evelyn caused this? Have you shown it to her? Did you two...’
‘Oh dear no, Aunt Rita, never!’ I said immediately, ‘You are getting the wrong idea.’ Although she was very close.
‘Well, then, tell me what is it?’
‘I—I...’
How could ever I tell her that it was actually that night with Emily that had made me so unbearably horny? Ever since I had accidentally felt the warmth of her velvety vagina, I couldn’t think of anything else than to put my prick back in it again. I finally told her that it was that afternoon when I had seen her having sex with Uncle Andrew that had caused me to be such state. She bought it.
‘Did you ever out it to any girl?’ she asked, ‘A girl from your school perhaps?’
I shook my head.
‘Would you like to do so?’ I did not answer and held down my head.
‘Tell me Robert, when I was lying on the bed naked and you were hiding in the closet, secretly watching me, did you like what you saw?’
‘I did, so much.’
‘Would you like to see it once more?’
I looked up, surprised. ‘You mean...’
Aunt Rita went to the door and locked it. Returning to the bed, she laid down, stretching herself backwards, resting her back against the wall, and slowly lifted her dress, opening her thighs as well.
My jaw fell open as I saw her luscious thighs, clad in stockings and her hairless cunt. The fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, made the sight all the more alluring to me.
‘Come here, dear. Come and have a taste of it.’
I fell onto my knees before her and glued my lips on the delicious spot, pushing my tongue in as far as I could, and sucked it. I could still, taste the spunk of Uncle Andrew inside her and now I had no doubt left about what they were up to before he left for station. My lust-driven mind was prompting me to an act of gallantry which I didn’t thought I could do until now.
‘Yes, Robert, just like that honey. Keep going.’ She put both hands on my head and pressed my face against her throbbing cunt. She was evidently very excited, not only by what I was doing, but also by the whole scene, the conversation, and the handling of my dick, she had been indulging in. She started wriggling her bottom nervously as I continued to lick her moist, juicy cunt.
‘Oh God, it feels so good! Come on, yes, harder, baby, suck it harder. Make me Cum! Oh my God, YES!!!’ She pressed my face harder onto her gaping sheath, and thrusting her bottom up at the same time, she spent right into my mouth, over my cheeks, chin, and neck. Her thighs closed convulsively around my head, and for some time, she remained still. I continued to lick away, swallowing the delicious nectar that was still pouring out of her. After her breathing became normal, she sat up.
‘That was the hardest and the quickest I ever came,’ she said. ‘Where did you learn to suck like that?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said frankly, ‘it just came over me, I guess.’
‘Oh, you darling Robert that was lovely; but get up, it is time I return the favour.’
She pulled me up to her and gave me a long kiss, licking off own her juices off my lips and cheek. She told me to thrust my tongue into her mouth and she sucked it deliciously, while her soft hand and gentle fingers sought my rock-hard penis and began to stroke it. I moaned into her mouth and kissed her harder. She told me to lie down on the bed, raising my head using three pillows, and striding across me, with her back to my face, she knelt down, stooping forward, and took my cock in her mouth, and at the same time lowering her buttocks, brought her cunt right and down upon my mouth, the pillows exactly supporting my head at the proper level, so that I could suck her while she sucked me.
It was the first time I was seeing Rita’s pussy from this close and it looked splendid and delicious. I began to suck her fat pouty lips, thrusting my tongue into the deep gash alternately. She began to move her hips slowly along the length of my mouth and pressed down harder. Her one hand was gently stroking the base of my cock while she played with my balls with the other. Her deliciously warm mouth, lips and tongue sucked, pressed and tickled the head of my excited prick. The more furiously I sucked her cunt, the harder she pressed her lips upon the head of my dick. She pressed her tongue over my peephole, seeking to enter it and I jerked my hips up in overpowering lust.
I felt the familiar tension between my legs and a cold chill went through me as I realized what was happening. But I was far to delved in my incredulous pleasure to stop her. The pressure kept rising and rising until, at one point, I couldn’t take it anymore and I yielded. At the same time, she thrust her cunt towards my mouth and came hard, giving out a plenteous discharge, as her mouth received mine.
For a long time, we lay mutually exhausted and breathless. Then finally, she climbed off me and slid down her dress. I sat up and we kissed again.
‘That was wonderful,’ she said as she held me close to her, ‘You were exceptionally great. Now hurry up and get dressed. Julie must be retuning anytime now.’ After I had put my jeans back on, she made me sit beside her on her bed. ‘Listen, Robert, it is very important that what happened here in this room, today or two days before, you keep it all a profound secret from everyone. If anybody even hears a single word, it could jeopardise both my marriage and my reputation. Your mum thinks you are a child, so she wouldn’t suspect anything.’
‘But can we...can we do it again?’ I asked her. ‘It felt so absolutely wonderful. I want to do it one more time.’
‘Yes we can, dear. I want it too. But we have to do it in secret, at night, possibly when everyone is asleep. I will keep the door to my room open. At night, when everyone is asleep, you will sneak into my room and then I shall let you enjoy me, the way you saw Andrew do the other day, you understand?’
I nodded.
She continued, ‘Be careful not to act too friendly around me or it might draw attention.  Remember, I am still your aunt and you are my nephew, play the part.’
I, of course, held my oath. I wouldn’t have told anyways. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the consequences if anybody knew that I had given a head to my own aunt. Now that the ice was broken, I once again grew excited. And although there was nothing more I wanted than to take her down once again right here on the bed, she refused to oblige and sent me to my room, saying that it would only spoil the fun afterwards.
So, once again I was lying on my bed, with a raging hard-on, thinking about the way my life had taken a turn. Maybe this summer wasn’t going to be that bad after all.
***
(To be continued...)
