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I walked out to the couch but couldn’t back to sleep. Finally I got up around 6:00, folded the bedclothes, and made coffee. In one of those weird things, once I decided I was getting up, I got really tired, and I fell asleep in the love seat, my coffee steaming on the table in front of me.
I was awoken several hours later by the sounds of Kell moving around the kitchen making a fresh pot of coffee. She heard me stir.
“Do you want any?” she asked.
“Yes,” I called back. “I fell asleep before I drank any.”
The sounds of coffee making continued, then once the pot was brewing, I stood up, picked up my full-but-now-cold mug, and turned to the kitchenette.
And beheld Kell.
She stood in the kitchen in just a sports bra and an open light robe. Her full but neatly trimmed red bush matched her hair perfectly. Some of the hair was still stuck to her skin after last night’s adventure.
She saw the look on my face.
“Oh, right. You’re hung up about nudity, sorry.”
“No,” I said. “It’s fine. I’m just not used to it, that’s all. Sorry to stare.”
“Stare all you want,” she said. “I’d love another mutual masturbation session. Or even the real thing.”
She kissed my cheek, handed me a fresh cup of coffee, and walked into the living area, setting down on the love seat as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary.
It seemed that the genie was out of the bottle, now I had to figure out a way to get it back inside.
“I’ve been thinking,” I said. “You’ve got a whole section of the studio over there that’s not used. How about if I put my bed and a chest over there. Then we can get a couple screens, and I can have a partitioned area as a bedroom. Just like you.”
She shrugged.
“Okay, but it seems like a lot of work,” she said then patted the love seat next to her. “Can we talk straight, just for once, please?” Her eyes pled with me.
I sighed and sat down, but kept my own eyes locked on the coffee cup I held in my lap.
Kell put her hand on my arm.
“Jacob,” she said. “We have feelings for each other. There’s nothing wrong with that. We’re adults.”
“You’re my aunt,” I said, but my own words sounded weak. “My mom, Bella, is your sister. We shouldn’t be doing . . . things. I shouldn’t have been looking at you and . . . you know . . . while you were sleeping. I apologize.”
“Don’t apologize! Last night was beautiful. Two people who care deeply for each other took pleasure in their company. We can’t keep acting like there’s nothing there. Wasn’t our relationship the reason you took the job out here?”
“I didn’t think it was, but now I’m not sure. I thought I picked this offer because it was away from home but not too far. And because I had family here.”
“Just family?” Kell asked.
I finally looked her in the eyes. “I don’t know.”
“Can we just try for awhile? For a little while? See if it works?”
“What do I tell my mom?”
“I’m not worried about her, and you shouldn’t be. We’re our own two people. This is our life, not theirs. Plus, your mom isn’t that much older than me. She was no angel in her time. Someday I’ll tell you the stories you never heard.”
She repeated herself. “Can we try, please? Not for them, but for us?”
I had never understood the word ‘longing’ up until that point. I longed for Kell. I reached over and we kissed.
“Can I have just a little time to think. Like, just today?” I asked.
“Of course,” she said. She looked so sweet, so beautiful, her tightly curly red hair cascading around her green eyes and freckled face. I wanted her so badly.
I tore myself away.
“I’m running over to the storage space to make sure nothing was broken by the movers,” I said. “I’ll be back later this afternoon.”
“No problem. I’ll probably paint today.”
During the 45 minute drive to the storage space, I had way too much time to think, and that is never a good thing. So by the time I arrived at the storage space, I had convinced myself that the only real plan was Plan B – where I lived in the storage space for a few days until I found a new apartment.
The storage space was small and cold, but I didn’t have that much stuff and I was able to make just enough room to set up the bed. I could do this.
I lay down on the bed and lay my back against the concrete wall. I realized I would have to go back to Kell’s to get my laptop. But I had my phone for now and I could start my apartment search.
Except I noticed my phone was down to 25% because I hadn’t charged it last night. I had a charger in the car, but then I realized there were no outlets. What would I do when it got dark? Crap.
Plan B was falling apart already. That left only Plan A – and Plan X.
I lay down on the bed. I longed for Kell. I thought of her apartment, warm inside. I thought of Kell, and how warm she would be inside. She was waiting for me.
She was my aunt. You didn’t go around fucking your aunt.
I was torn. I was stricken. I started to cry.
My phone chimed. It was Bridget, videochatting me as had promised yesterday. Fuck.
I thought about ignoring her, but decided against it. I sat up against the cinderblock wall, dried my face, and accepted her call. Her face popped up on my screen in front of a blank, nonde*********** white wall.
“Hiya bro!” she said cheerfully.
“Hi Bridge,” I said.
“Where are you?” she asked, taking in the scene. “Is that your bed in the storage area? You’ve been crying. Jacob, what’s the matter?”
My sister and I have always had pretty straightforward conversations. There’s not a lot we haven’t discussed. As the only two kids my mom had, it kind of came with the territory. Whenever one of us got into a bind and we would talk to the other, we usually spilled the whole story. It was almost an automatic reaction.
When the beach incident had happened, I had told her about that, as well. And we never talked about it or my feelings for Kell again – until yesterday.
I told Bridget everything that had occurred in the past 24 hours, end-to-end, from the moment we hung up at the airport yesterday to the second her call came in today. Even the mutual masturbation session with Kell. I cried a lot.
“Wow,” she said when I was finished. “No more bullshit. Did you take this job so you could be near Kell? Yes or no.”
“I . . . I didn’t think so,” I said, between sniffles. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” she practically yelled in exasperation. “Jacob, for fuck’s sake. You are the most organized, hyper-planned person I know. I remember one time as a kid you made a schedule of everything you were going to do on your free time for the next month. A couple years ago we were deciding what to order for dinner and you said you had a busy day the next day so not to order Mexican because it would throw off your pooping schedule. How can you say you don’t know?”
“I don’t know. Fuck it. I don’t know Bridget, okay?”
There was a long silence, then Bridget started laughing. “Maybe you don’t know, but everyone else in the family assumes you guys are an item!”
“They do? And their okay with it?”
“More like they love you both and they have accepted that two grown, mature adults are having a relationship and they just have to deal with it. Acceptance, not approval.”
“And did you think we were a pair?”
“Yes! I’m not staying at Ethan’s, he and I are staying at mom and dad’s. You could have too, but when they had to go out of town, I figured you would probably prefer to hang out with Kell. Look . . .” she swung the camera around, revealing the office in my parents’ house.
“You lied to me!”
“I did it with the best intent, I thought I was doing you a favor. Look, if you want to come out here and stay with us, you can. No more games.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but Kell isn’t going to wait forever. The door is open now, it has been open for the last five years. She thought you were walking through it when you came to town. If you walk away now, the door may be closed forever.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because she called me right before I called you. She was crying and basically told me the same story you did. Except she left out the part about your little stroke party – thanks for sharing that…” She shook her head.
“Kell really thought I moved to town to be near her?”
“Yep, and you broke her heart.”
I thought of my first week in town. Kell and I had gone to dinner. She had looked gorgeous in a filmy blue silk dress and I noticed how beautiful she was.
And I had broken her heart.
“I need to get home. I need to fix this.”
I grabbed a couple of boxes of clothes to take back with me – I figured I would be at Kell’s for the long haul and beyond, then I bolted. My mind was racing down the pathways of Plan X, calculating, pondering, giving me directions. I made two quick stops then raced to Kell’s.
Kell was still dressed as I had left her that morning – except the robe was gone and she wore a painter’s smock. She was sitting on a stool in her studio, but didn’t look like she was doing much painting.
Her eyes were red as if she had been crying, but they lit up when they saw the huge bouquet I presented her.
“A peace offering,” I said, as she took the bouquet. “And I have dinner tonight. I trust you still like my blackened trout recipe?”
“I love your blackened trout recipe,” she said, with a sniffle.
She wrapped her arms around me. I looked into her green eyes, pushed a strand of curls from her face.
“I am sorry,” I said. “I’m a cowardly, sad, over-calculating jerk. Let’s give this thing a try, shall we?”
She kissed me.
“Let’s pick up where we left off,” she whispered.
My pulse beat in my ears, pounded in my cock. My hands slid down her back to her bare ass behind the smock. This moment had been building across five years of suppressed feelings. I needed her, I needed release. Later we could have slow, passionate sex, but for now I wanted to burn with her like a meteor flaring on entry. Hot, fast, with an afterglow.
She had other ideas.
She kissed me quickly on the lips, then pulled back.
“Do you have a bathing suit?” she asked.
“A what? A bathing suit? Why?”
“Like I said, I want to pick up where we left off.”
She wanted to – literally – pick up where we left off. Meaning where we were when my mother – her sister – interrupted us five years ago.
I dashed down to the car and came back with a stack of three boxes piled precariously in my arms. I dumped them in the corner next to my overnight bag and my suitcase which had been delivered by the airline while I was at the storage space.
Kell came out of her bedroom area wearing a bikini. It wasn’t the exact bikini she was wearing that day on the beach, but it was the same basic format. I dug out a pair of trunks and scooted in the bathroom to change. I came out shirtless, shoeless, in just the trunks.
She gestured me over to the rug that sat in the living room area. She sat down with her legs apart in front of her. She tossed her top to the side and seated me like I was seated that night on the beach, facing her, my legs above hers.
“Wow,” I whispered. “I remember where my hands were . . . and where yours were.”
She giggled and leaned forward to give me a kiss. I took her breasts in my hands. She stroked my cock through my trunks, then loosened the waist cord and reached inside, sliding her full hand up and down the shaft. She used a fingernail to gently rub under the tip, then wrapped her hand hand around it again. We kissed again. I teased her tongue with mine.
This was exactly where we had left off on the beach that night five years ago.
My phone rang with a video call.
“There she is, busted again,” I said, stifling a snicker. Kell started laughing as well. I leaned back. The mood was momentarily broken as we both cracked up.
I leaned back in, put my hand around Kell’s neck, pulled her towards me. Our lips kissed.
Kell giggled, then broke into laughing again.
“I can’t deal with it,” she said, wiping laughter tears from her eyes. “Go check your phone, see who it is. I bet it’s Bella.”
I was laying on the floor holding my sides as tears of laughter rolled down my face. I crawled to the phone.
“Nope, it’s Bridget,” I said. “I’ll call her back when we’re done.” I tossed the phone back on the table.
Kell lept at me and pulled me flat on my back on the floor and rolled on top of me. The laughter and silliness was gone. She needed to fuck. I needed to fuck. No more interruptions or trying to re-create the past. Here and now, hot and hard, were all that mattered.
She planted her lips on mine hard enough that I felt the back of my head sink into the carpet. I pressed back. Our damp lips met. I inhaled her breath, her life.
She disengaged and ran her tongue down my chest, licking my nipples. I gave a little moan. Her hair cascaded across my body. I ran my hand through her curls. I hit spots where the jizz/grool from last night’s stroke fest had dried and tangled hair. The fact that she was still covered in her own juices and my come made me only harder.
Her mouth reached the top of my bathing suit. My cock was straining, tenting the fabric. She looked up at me and our green eyes met.
“I have been waiting an eternity for this moment,” she whispered.
She used her mouth to slide the trunks down and off. She ran her tongue up my leg, starting at the ankle, sliding up the inside of the calf, the inside of my thighs. As she moved, her breasts slid along my skin, I could feel her hard nipples against my legs. She lowered her head and breathed against my balls, my cock, then ran her tongue up the underside, flicking it across the base of the head.
I gasped. “Jesus Kell, suck it.”
“You want me to suck your cock?” she whispered softly. “Tell me you want me to suck it.”
“Suck it already.”
“What’s the magic word?” she asked, still flicking her tongue all around the head, driving me mad.
“Please. For fuck’s sake, please either suck it or fuck it. I don’t care which, just do something.”
She giggled and for a moment I was afraid she was going to lapse into another round of laughter. But she opened her mouth, closed her lips, and slid them down the shaft about halfway, where she stopped and pulled back up, my cock slipping free from her lips with a loud pop.
“Can’t take it all?” I challenged.
“Oh, please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.
She slid her mouth down again, this time about three-quarters of the way. Then, before I could make any more comments, she slid her lips down until they were at the very base. I could see her distension. It felt incredible and it looked hot.
Slowly she slipped my cock back out of out throat. It slid free of her mouth and left a thread of slime from the tip to her lips. She smiled and let the slime dribble down her tits.
“Any more questions about how much I can take?” she asked.
“Nope,” I said. “But when you get finished playing around, maybe we can finally come?”
She squealed and smacked my chest. “You’re evil,” she said, then planted another kiss on my lips.
Kell ran her hands down her body to her auburn bush. Like her hair, her pussy hair had spots of our congealed grool/jizz matting it. Spreading her legs, she straddled my cock and slowly slid herself downwards, my cock disappearing into her tiny, curly forest. Her mouth had been incredible. Between her legs she was beyond my wildest dreams.
I felt her lobes press against the base of my cock. Rivulets of her juice ran down between my legs and across my balls. I ran my hands up her stomach to her breasts. They were beautiful, soft but firm, her nipples pointing to the sky, hard and pink. I pinched one. She lifted her hands to mine and squeezed her breasts through my hands, moaning. I moaned as she rotated her hips around and around. Every time she would rotate forwards the bottom of my cock head would rub against her vaginal walls. I groaned.
“Where did you learn that move?” I asked, gasping.
“Oh, just a little something I picked up,” she said, leaning sharply forward unexpectedly, pushing against the most sensitive place on my cock. I barely was able to edge away from coming.
“Just fuck me,” I moaned.
“That’s what I’m doing, silly,” she said, making a couple more rotations of her hips. I closed my eyes and thought I was either dying or had already died and gone to heaven - because nowhere else could I imagine a woman who could do this to a man. My thighs and my balls were drenched with her fluids.
She leaned forward again, sending more shivers through my body, and pressed her breasts into my face. I sucked and kissed them until she pulled back and started sliding her body up and down on my cock. Her pussy was soaked and she moved freely across the shaft.
This was it, she was finally going to finish me.
She moved up and down slowly at first, then with more urgency. Rivulets of sweat ran down between her breasts, became milky from the dried fluids there, and then ran down her stomach to her snatch. She moved faster and faster, I arched my back. I felt an orgasm wash over her, yet still she pumped herself up and down on my cock.
I couldn’t stand it. I felt my balls tighten. I was about to explode.
At the very last second she pulled out and leaned forward, pressing her stomach against me and squeezing my cock between our bodies. My load shot out all over both of our stomachs. I groaned, I moaned, I panted, I saw stars.
I hugged her to my body. I had never felt so complete, so in love, in my entire life.
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