So here's a commission involving a bit of incest where two participants break away from the family to do their own thing because family gatherings are dumb and tedious. The perfect message this holiday season. Hope you enjoy. If you want more, consider heading to subscribestar.adult/eccho for a bunch more stories. Promise you will not be disappointed. And if you are, take it up with Doug. It was his fault.
God, this is so boring. Guess this is what I get for being among the first to show up. The only people here are a bunch of uncles and aunts who I’m surprised are still kicking around and unattentive cousins who are either sucking up to everyone else while their crotch spawns run around doing God knows what. No one cool is even here yet. This sucks. When am I gonna learn my lesson? No one ever shows up in the first five fucking hours of family reunions. And I can’t just leave. Learned that lesson the hard way.
What’s even the point of family reunions anyways? It’s just a whole day of bragging, jealousy, politics, “Do you remember me?”, “We should talk more.”, and then we leave without another word for an entire year with the process repeating itself. It’s just so stupid. Why don’t we all just cut out the middleman and just refrain from communicating with each other ever again? Would save a lot of time and energy.
But as I’m in the midst of the disdain I have for being here, I’m suddenly blindsided by a pair of familiar hands covering my eyes. Well, on second thought, family reunions aren’t that bad.
“Guess whooo~” I hear Carrie’s voice say teasingly,
“Mr. Fufferman’s right pus-filled ass cheek?” I joke, garnering a giggle with a playful tap on my head,
“Charming as always, Ethan.”
I laugh with her before turning around and getting a good look at her. I’m immediately met with a smile that could light up a room. The very brightest ray of sunlight on this cloudy fucking day. She’s such a lifesaver in times like this.
“What are you doing here so early?” I question, “You usually don’t show up until the population decreases by half.”
“Yeah, it’s a bit early for anyone to be here, isn’t it?” she replies in a sarcastic tone as she folds her arms, “Why would anyone make the mistake of showing up too early? Especially more than once? Why exactly would anyone make that mistake?”
“Oh, shut up. I’m always struggling to determine the best times to leave without everyone’s panties bunching up in their ass from the mere thought of me not showing up. It’s no secret how I feel about this shit.”
“Why not act like you’re having hotel troubles?”
...Hm…
“Well, see there’s a simple answer for that,” I reply, “Y’see, I’m not smart enough to come up with an idea that genius.”
“Oh, you’re just saying that,” she says with a cocky wave of her hand, “I mean, it is the truth, after all. So feel free to continue telling me how much of a genius I am. Go ahead. I’m listening.”
I chuckle at her douchebag act before saying,
“Self-absorbed much?”
“Why not?” she replies, “I’m the only person that matters.”
“Wow. Might wanna give that arm of yours a break.”
“What?”
“Oh, it’s just imperative to give someone that reminder if they’re too caught up in jerking themselves off.”
“Cute.”
“Bitch, I’m adorable.”
“Heh. Yes you are.”
I’m so happy our relationship is this fun. I couldn’t even dream of doing this with any other aunts without getting a lecture. Everyone’s always walking around with an entire tree trunk up their asses. No one else is nearly as fun as Carrie. She’s like my best bud.
“Hey,” she says, “Whaddya say we just skip out for a while?”
This immediately catches my attention. I mean, hell yeah I wanna, but since when was that an option?
“We can do that?” I ask, flabbergasted,
“Yeah, as long as we’ve got the buddy system going on,” she answers, “Going alone raises suspicion. Going with someone calms everyone down because they kinda see it as an anchor ordeal. It’s common sense, really. Wouldn’t expect someone like you knowing something like that.”
“Well, 50 years is definitely long enough to come up with something, ya fossil.”
“Yeah, keep talking like that, Mr. 30.”
We share another laugh before I say,
“Alright, I’m down. Where we goin’?”
“Wherever we want. I know a good spot to get drinks if you wanna go there.”
“You had me at drinks.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
We announce our departure and, sure enough, there’s little to no pushback to our plans. Why am I just now getting a hold of this sacred information? Better late than never, I guess.
We leave the event in her car, basking in our newfound freedom as she drives to the adult candy store. Before long, she parks and we’re in front of quite the eye catcher of a building. I mean, it’s not that extravagant, but it’s guaranteed to turn some heads. It pays to know someone, I guess.
“Ok, look,” Carrie says before I can even step out of the car, “There’s a method of getting a good deal on drinks here and they might be a bit...ominous to say the least. But trust me, it’s worth it. Just follow my lead, got it?”
“Uh...alright. Gotcha,” I respond, slightly confused at her order.
We then step out of the car and head inside. And as far as the eye can see, there’s gallons on top of gallons of divine looking specimens. Everything looks so good. Raspberry, blueberry, strawberry, peach, green apple, aged, mint, I don’t even bother looking at the rest. I just wanna try them all. This really is like visiting candy stores all over again.
We gather about $47 worth of drinks and head to the counter for the transaction. After setting the bottles down to get scanned, the cashier gives us a grin before saying,
“Ah, looks like you two have quite the night planned, huh?”
“You could say that,” Carrie says in a coy tone, taking me completely off guard,
“Yeah, you love to see it. What I would give to be in your position, man. You’ve got quite the sexy lady right here.”
I can’t find my words. Is he really implying that we’re...a couple? And is she...endorsing this? Before giving it much more thought, Carrie nudges my side, reminding me of what we just discussed in her car. Uh...ok...If this gets us that deal.
“You’re tellin’ me,” I reply, feeling dirty all over, “Luck’s a funny thing, y’know?”
“Alright, alright. Don’t rub it in, dude. Speaking of luck, though, yours is just getting better. There’s a love birds special we have going on here if you’re interested. 45% off for $30 or more.”
“Uh...sure.”
“Alright. Good choice. Trust me, with how much penetration’s going on tonight, you don’t need any of that done to your wallet, amiright?”
I nervously chuckle at his terrible joke as he scans our stuff. Before long, he finishes scanning and implements the special. I pay the amount before grabbing the bags and heading out.
“Have fun, you two,” he calls out as we depart, “Make every second count.”
I think I’m gonna be sick. I mean, this is my aunt. And I just made someone think about me banging her. Starting to think the deal wasn’t worth it. But who knows? Maybe my opinion will change after I taste the drinks. I mean, they’ve gotta be pretty damn good if Carrie’s willing to go through that to get them, right?
We converse about different topics as we head back to her car, not even giving what we just did any further thought. Thank God we’re on the same page on that front. I just wanna get that thought out of my mind. I mean, for fuck’s sake, she’s way out of my league anyway. Like I could pull someone like her on my own fruition. Just look at her: sexy face, perfect b-cup tits, hypnotizingly thick thighs, body so irresistible it’ll have a grown man dropping to his knees pleading for-
“Ethan, you there?” I hear her say, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Hope you don’t plan on blistering out here in the sun. For one, I need your help bringing these inside and for another won’t be the best look if you just suffered heat stroke without being involved with the reunion.”
We collect the bags and head to her hotel room. After setting down the drinks, I get a good look at the place. It’s not bad at all. Far better than mine. I’m gonna need to see who she’s in contact with because there’s no way this place was cheap by any means.
My admiration is interrupted as I hear Carrie opening up a bottle. I turn to her, seeing her choice of beverage being raspberry champagne. This woman always had impeccable taste in drinks. She pours some into a couple of glasses and hands me one, to which I happily accept before we partake in the raspberry goodness. And oh my God, that’s the best champagne I’ve ever had.
“See?” she says, seeing the look of enlightenment on my face, “Good, right?”
“It’s alright, I guess,” I joke back, garnering a chuckle in response, “To think I had to pretend I was gonna plow you in order to get these.”
“Yeah...Yeah...Crazy thought, isn’t it?”
That sounded a bit less genuine than I was expecting. She opens up a bottle of blueberry schnapps and mixes the two drinks in both cups.
“Of course you wouldn’t,” I say in a joking tone, “I wouldn’t wanna fight off the dozens of other studs you have at your beckon call.”
She gradually stops chuckling as she sips from her cup.
“What, you worried about the big buff boys kicking the shit out of me for entertaining the thought?”
“No, no,” she replies, “I just...don’t have...guys looking at me...like that. Want another drink?”
She opens up some mango rum and pours us both a glass.
“Really?” I question in astonishment, “With the way you live, I thought you’d be replacing your nightly toothbrush with dicks, you whore.”
“Funny. Not these days. Guys aren’t really willing to be with me anymore. Especially with the fact that I’ve got kids with a couple of them not wanting to leave the nest yet. And the fact that I’m just an old sack of bones who isn’t getting any younger isn’t really helping my case either. No one wants to be with an old woman with full grown boys in her life. Don’t blame them. I wouldn’t want me either. Plus, I’m so out of practice, I don’t even know if I’ve got what it takes with guys anymore.”
Ok, that’s a straight lie. For one, with those who wouldn’t know any better, she easily passes for late 30s. She’s a really attractive woman. Guys would do a lot for the chance of being with her. And she can definitely still go. There’s no way she can’t. And if she can’t see it, I guess I’ll have to show her.
I place down my glass, grabbing her attention. Before she can say anything, I quickly kneel down in front of her, hooking my arms under her legs and lifting her up. She drops her glass on the floor, squealing in delight as I carry her to the bed. She giggles at my action, saying,
“You’re so crazy.”
“Says the one who deluded herself into thinking that no one would wanna have fun with this sexy little body of yours.”
She blushes from my words, taken aback. I'm even surprised. What am I doing? What am I saying? Am I drunk already? I don’t know. I don’t even think I care. I just know what I want. And what I want is for her to leave this room knowing how irresistible she is.
“E-Ethan, yo-” she starts before I interrupt her with a finger to her lips.
“Don’t say anything,” I say, rubbing her stomach with my free hand, “Just let me show you how wrong you are.”
I maneuver my hand from her stomach to the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down her thighs with no resilience from her. I guess no further convincing needs to be done. I then pull her panties down, completely exposing her lower half. Fuck, she has such a pretty pussy. Does she actually think no one wants this?
I place a hand on her pussy, lightly rubbing it. She lightly whimpers in response to my touch, looking directly into my eyes. After minutes of hearing her cute little voice, I decide to really drive my point home. I lean down to her needy cunt, spreading it open with my fingers before dragging my tongue along her slit. She moans from the feeling of my tongue on her sensitive pussy as I continue tasting her sweet arousal.
She then brings her hand to the back of my head, pushing me into her pussy as she rolls her hips, grinding on my face. Her moans get louder as I continue savoring her taste. I then decide to elevate her pleasure by bringing my arms under her legs and sliding my tongue in and out of her entrance, earning more blissful sounds of enjoyment from her.
After moments of me eating her out, she completely takes me off guard by switching our positions, turning so that I’m lying down on the bed and she straddles my face and basically riding my tongue. Loving my new position, I watch as she tilts her head back and arches her back, voicing her approval in my performance through her heavenly moans.
I then take advantage of her position by snaking my hands under her crop top and grabbing onto her perky b-cup breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she rides my face. She’s so soft. She’s so beautiful. I can’t believe it took me this long to pursue her. To realize how much I wanted this. I wanted her. But that doesn’t matter now. Because I have her. She’s mine.
Eventually, I feel her tighten around my tongue as her moans get louder and wilder. I then pinch her nipples and this proves to be too much. She lets out a final moan as she sprays my face with her orgasm, completely soaking the pillow and the bed with her juices.
She takes a moment to catch her breath before looking me in the eyes. Fuck, I wanna take her right here and now. But before I can act on it, the notification sound of her phone echoes throughout the room. She sighs in agitation before retrieving it from the pocket of her shorts and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the message. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what it is.
“They’re calling us back,” she says in a deflated tone,
“Yeah, I figured,” I reply,
“We should...probably get back so they’ll shut up, huh?”
“Yeah, we probably should...Or~”
I unbutton and unzip my jeans before sliding them down my thighs along with my boxers. This catches her attention and she gives me a look of confusion. I answer her subliminal question, saying,
“Maybe we have our own event right here. After all, this is the time to spend quality time with family, right? What are they gonna do? Bitch at us for being with each other?”
She giggles before leaning over to me and giving me a deep kiss. She then trails kisses from my lips, to my neck, to my stomach, and finally to the tip of my erect cock and wraps her mouth around my dick, bobbing her head up and down my length, making me moan in pleasure as I bring a hand to the back of her head, guiding her.
Eventually, she takes it all into her throat, making it all the way to the base of my dick. She holds her position for a moment, gagging and choking on my dick. After moments of keeping me deep in her throat, she continues moving her head, maintaining a faster pace. The sounds she’s making while fucking herself with my cock are downright intoxicating. I grab a handful of her hair, bobbing her up and down my shaft even faster, moaning more as I slide in and out of her throat.
After minutes of the heavenly sensation of her mouth, I feel myself reaching closer and closer to my orgasm. But I don’t wanna cum in her mouth. There’s a better way to fill her up. So giving into my temptation, I pull her off my cock. Catching on to my plans, she turns away from me and props herself on her hands and knees, giving me a little shake as I spread her beautiful ass open. She moans in anticipation as I rub my cock against her hole, lubing it up with her own saliva.
I slide my cock inside of her tight little ass, causing her to moan in pure ecstasy. I then waste no time, thrusting my hips back and forth, absolutely loving the tightness of her virgin-like ass wrapped around my cock as she moans like the needy little slut she is. I’m so fucking close. I’m actually gonna flood my aunt’s ass with my cum.
I bring my left hand to her waist and smack her sexy ass with my right, earning more lewd noises of approval. Fuck, that was such a turn on. I give her another swat, garnering the same reaction, bringing me even closer to my orgasm. As I continue my spanks, I get a good look at her reflection in the mirror. Look at that face. Listen to that voice. That’s my fucking aunt. And I’m making her like this. It’s so fucking hot.
Her slutty demeanor proves to be too much as I lean down, letting out a loud moan with her following suit as I fill her to the brim with my essence. I snake my hand to her pussy, feeling her dripping with her orgasm. As I ride out my orgasm, I take a moment to fully digest what just happened...I just had the best. Sex. Ever! If this doesn’t prove my point to her, I don’t know what will.
“Wow,” she says in between breaths, “Guess I should’ve taken you to that spot a while ago, huh?”
I can’t even find the words to respond. But she’s right.
“Well, if you’re that adamant about showing me such a good time, how about showing me how much you have left in the tank. Surely, you’re not tapped out quite yet.”