How The Women Got Plastered and Patrick Got Busted

by Lubrican

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Chapter Thirteen

Grandma pushed me out of the house, calling me "Stud" again, but she was laughing. I found out later we'd overdone it a bit, and she was sore.

I thought about how smart she was, as I went back home, her cast wrapped in a blanket she'd given me so that the neighbors wouldn't see what I was carrying under my arm. She had figured out so many things. She'd called Christy wrong, but that was about all. Rather than being unhappy that someone outside our immediate family knew about Mom and Randi, I felt better about it. At least now, I wouldn't have to be so careful about what I said around Grandma Mona.

Aunt Vanessa, picking up on her mother's claim of seniority in terms of scheduling the making of casts, had demanded to be next after Grandma. I had to go to class on the day she wanted her cast made, so our appointment was for the afternoon.

When I got there, she was dressed normally. What I mean by that is that she didn't meet me at the door in a negligee or anything like that. I didn't know it, but that one night with Uncle Danny had been all she could bring herself to look for. Danny didn't tell her he was going to confess to Christy, like Christy had confessed to him, about me. So she still thought that her one night stand with Danny was a secret. She certainly didn't know that I knew about it.

At the same time, the sexual excitement created in my photo shoot of her, when my zipper broke, and my purple helmeted warrior tried to come out fighting, had been further stoked by Danny's thorough fucking of her that night. It hadn't satisfied her. It had only awakened suppressed memories of what it was like to be satisfied.

Basically, she was as jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof. She'd broken the rules with her brother-in-law, which wasn't that far away from breaking ... other taboos. And what I was to find out, was that she was a sex-starved female in the body of a woman trying very hard to be a good girl. It was for that reason that she had put on sensible panties, a nice thick bra, shorts and a T shirt.

That's the kind of woman she was. If she'd have thought about it, she'd have realized I was going to see and touch her naked breasts, so that bra wouldn't matter one whit. But, in her mind, she was "acting responsibly", which cancels out common sense sometimes. At the same time, she had set this up so that she could get some attention, for a legitimate purpose. It would be wrong, in her view, to try to seduce her nephew, but if he had to put his hands on her for a good reason ... well ... that was different.

Anyway, she was nervous when I got there.

I was also nervous. This woman's mother had suggested that I would have sex with her, and that I should knock her up in the process. I wasn't so sure about the knocking up part - Mom and Randi had taught me to think about that - but I wasn't averse to having sex with Aunt Vanessa. Not by a long shot. I knew she had fucked Danny. But you don't just walk in and say "Hi, Auntie, how bout we strip to the buff and get nasty!"

"I hope you wore pants with a stronger zipper today," she said. Then she blushed. I don't think she meant to say that out loud.

"Uh ... yeah," I said.

"Do you want something to eat?" she asked.

I had come here to see ... and touch ... her fabulous upturned breasts, not eat. Then again, those pink upturned nipples of hers had looked mighty tasty.

"Maybe later," I said, thinking about those nipples.

"Oh ... all right," she said.

It was easy to think of that as, "All right, you can suck my nipples later!" I felt the beginning of what would be a really nice erection.

She fidgeted some more, just standing there. "I suppose we should get started, then."

"Yes!" I said. I handed her the kit, for some reason.

She looked at me blankly. She was prepared for me to tell her what to do, and I hadn't done that.

"I thought you were going to help me," she said, with a small frown.

"I am," I said.

"Oh! Okay then," she said. The look on her face changed to a look of anticipation. "Where should we do this?"

"Well, I'll need water, and a washcloth to clean you up with, afterwards. How about your bedroom?" I had done all of these casts in a bedroom, so that was just what came out of my mouth.

"Bedroom," she said, her eyes glazing over a little. "I guess that would be okay."

She still didn't do anything, so I went to the agreed-on location and hoped she'd follow me.

Her bedroom was very feminine, with lots of ruffles and lace and pastel colors. It smelled good too. There was a mirror on one wall that was so big that I could see all of both of us in it. I was really glad she had followed me, because I have no idea what I would have done if she hadn't. I dumped the kit out on her bed and arranged things, in the order they would be used.

I turned around, and she was just standing there. I didn't get the impression, with Aunt Vanessa, that she wanted to be ordered around. I don't know why. Maybe it was because she just looked kind of lost, or something.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," she said. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"This is kind of awkward," I said. "I mean, you, having to get naked and all."

"Naked?" her voice went up. "All the way naked?"

"No, not if that will bother you, but at least partly naked. That's what I meant."

"Oh ... of course," she said. Then her voice firmed and she said, "Why would that bother me? We're both adults."

How about that? My Aunt thought I was an adult!

"To be honest," I said, "I thought that because of last time ... you might be embarrassed about it."

"You mean your ... zipper." She said "zipper" as if it were a quickly substituted word for something else.

"Yeah," I said. "I didn't want you to be offended."

"I told you it was all right," she said, getting flushed. "I understand that happens to men."

"Okay, good," I said. "I have a stronger zipper, today."

"Well," she said. "That's good, then." She still hadn't started taking her shirt off.

"Um ... do you want me to help?" I asked, helpfully. "Undress you, I mean?"

"Why would I need help?" she asked, her voice going up again.

"I don't know. You're just standing there." I didn't know what else to say. I mean we were just standing there. The kit was all laid out and ready, but nothing was happening.

"I'll just leave my shorts on this time," she said nervously.

Finally, she pulled her T shirt off. Her hair, which had been held up with clips, came partly undone when a clip caught on her shirt. I bent over and picked up the clip, which had fallen to the floor. Instead of giving it back to her, I tossed it on the bed, by the kit components. She was standing there again, in her shorts and that sensible bra. I reached up and pulled the other clip out of the other side of her hair, and it fell to her back.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I like your hair down," I said.

"Oh," she said. Her hands went and her fingers combed through it. "Thank you."

Again, I waited, just standing there. I looked at her bra, which covered most of her cleavage. Her shorts weren't hip-huggers, and came up so high they covered her belly button. Finally she reached behind her and loosened her bra. She pulled one strap off her shoulder, and her other arm came up to keep the bra in place.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.

"Of course I am," she said, her voice breathlessly soft.

She pulled the bra off, almost violently, and threw it on the floor. She was breathing hard. Her upturned nipples, which had been bumps before, looked longer and harder now, but still looked soft. They weren't as long as my mothers, and wouldn't bend, like hers had. I wanted to taste one. They looked like some kind of small, sweet fruit.

She was facing me, and my back was to the bed, so I turned around and picked up the lubricant.

"I'm going to put this on first," I said, trying to sound like this was all routine. "Once I get all the skin covered with this, then we'll start with the strips that make up the cast."

"Okay," she said. Her eyes were pinned on the bottle in my hand.

"It's easier if I do it from behind you," I said, walking around behind her. I put a glob of lubricant in one hand, and reached forward to give her the bottle. "Hold that for me, and raise your arms." She did. putting her arms up in the air, like I was putting her under arrest. It was when I looked forward, ready to reach around her and start, that I realized our images were staring back at us from that big mirror.

I started high, just under her neck, stepping to one side to get the opposite shoulder and pulling my hand across her upper chest, to the near shoulder. My wrist slid across her right nipple, which did, indeed, feel soft. It was different, because her arms were straight up in the air. "Bend your elbows, please," I said, and she folded her forearms arms, so they were lying on top of her head. That wasn't what I wanted, and just made it harder, so I just took one wrist, getting lubricant on it in the process, and moved it out to the side. She got it, and started looking like a goal post.

I went back to doing her shoulders, and then slid my hands down, pressing the sides of her breasts, and forcing them together. She took in a big breath and held it, and her back arched. I kept going, though, and did the area below her breasts, and she let her air out in a whoosh. That moved her lower body, and my hands went onto the waistband of her shorts.

"These are too high," I said. "The cast needs to go lower than these will let me."

"Oh," she said, a little breathlessly. "Okay, then."

She was still standing there, like a goal post, so I took that to mean I should remove them. I went around in front of her and knelt. Getting the catch loose, with slippery fingers, was a challenge, but her belly sucked in, and I got it. The top gaped open, and the zipper started down all by itself. I smelled ambrosia immediately ... the same ambrosia that had made a damp spot in her panties while I photographed her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice high. I looked up to find her looking down at me, her arms still rigidly extended. She was the most beautiful goal post I ever saw.

"Taking them off," I said.

"Oh," she said. She closed her eyes. "Okay."

They were tight. When I pulled them down, her panties started coming with them. She must have felt it.

"Pat!" she said. I looked up. Her eyes were still closed. "My panties!"

"You said we were both adults," I said, and pulled harder. Her bare mons was right there in front of my face. Her legs were too close together, and the material balled up between them. "Can you move your foot for me?" I asked.

"But ... " she stopped, and her left foot moved ... maybe three inches.

"Farther, please," I said.

It moved another three inches. I looked up. Her eyes were still closed, and she was panting now.

"This is so embarrassing," she whined.

"No it's not," I said, calmly. "You're beautiful. You know that. I told you that."

"But this ..." she moaned.

I pushed her shorts down. I admit her panties might have stayed up, but I made sure they didn't. She automatically lifted the same foot. When she put it back down, it stepped on her shorts. She moved it outward, automatically, which put her feet shoulder width apart.

Her pussy lips looked a little like my mother's. The outer lips were fat and swollen, and the inner lips peeked out, squeezed between them, protruding maybe half an inch. They glistened. She smelled delightful, and my erection started leaking.

I left her other foot in the shorts, and got up to go back behind her. I reached for the bottle, took it from her hand, which hadn't moved, squirted some on my other hand, and put the bottle back in her hand. I looked in the mirror. She was gorgeous, standing there, like a referee in the Naked In School program, in the process of signaling a touchdown. Her eyes were still closed.

I reached around and rubbed her abdomen. I watched my hands in the mirror, sliding all over her flat belly. Her hips reacted, moving backwards and pressing into my swollen prick.

"Ooops," I said softly. "Sorry."

"It's ... okay ..." she panted.

Then I slid my hands up and filled them with soft, upturned breasts.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.

I didn't say anything. I just ran my hands in circles all over her breasts. Like my mom, she leaned back against me.

"Ohhhhh shit," she whispered.

"Aunt Vanessa!" I chided her softly. "Such bad language!"

I started working on those nipples, trying to get them to get harder. I pinched them, as well as I could, with slippery fingers.

"Why ... are you ... doing ... that?" she panted.

"The nipples need to be as hard as possible," I said softly into her ear. "That way I can make the cast around them."

"Ohhhhhh shit," she said again.

That bald pussy screamed at me in the mirror. With her legs spread like that, her pudendum hung there, like ripe fruit. I couldn't help it. It was impossible for me to keep myself from going too low, to that shaven mons, below. I slid one hand down and, suddenly three fingers were wet with something else slippery. I pulled them back up, over her now slippery mons.

Her hips crushed into my prick, and her eyes flew open, but her arms stayed right where they were.

"Pat!" she gasped.

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "I must have slipped."

She turned her head, leaving the rest of her body exactly like it was.

"You ... didn't ... just slip!" she panted.

"Okay," I said, circling her breasts with my hands again. "I'm a bad boy, who can't control himself, then."

"You have to!" she said breathlessly.

"Okay, you're right. We'll put the cast on now."

"Okay," she sighed. She sounded almost disappointed.

I wiped my hands on the towel she'd gotten me, and soaked the first strips of cloth. I was watching her behind me, in the mirror. She lowered her arms, pinched her own nipples, and stepped out of her shorts with the foot that was still in them. Her panties caught on her toes, and she kicked them off. I turned around before she could get the idea to pick them up and put them back on.

I got businesslike, telling her what I was doing, and why I was doing it, and she actually relaxed. Again, I started on her abdomen, and worked my way up. When I formed the cloth around her nipples, she started panting again. I was to find out her nipples were very sensitive, and very dangerous ... to her, anyway. She was easier to do, because she didn't sag at all.

While the cast set up, I got her to talk about my mother, when she was younger. She told me some stories, and I learned a little bit.

"I can't believe you did this to your own mother," she said, at one point.

"She was almost as much fun as you were," I said, grinning.

"You're terrible!" she said. "This is so strange. I'm standing here, naked, with my own nephew!"

"You're not naked," I said. "You're wearing a cast. Your mother did the same thing."

"She got naked?!" she gasped.

"Don't move!" I ordered.

"She got naked?" she said, more quietly.

I sensed an opportunity here.

"Yes she did, and she made me get naked too."

"No!" she gasped again.

"If you keep doing that we'll have to start all over," I warned her. Actually, the cast was almost set, and I wasn't worried about it.

"Okay," she said. "I can't believe that, though."

"Yup, she said if she was going to be naked in front of a young man, he had to be naked in front of her too. It was interesting."

"She saw your ..." She blushed. "She saw everything?"

"She's almost as good looking as you are," I said easily. "I can see where the Turner women got their looks."

"You mean you got ..." Again, she couldn't say it.

"I got like I did with you," I said. "I was embarrassed about it, until she said I was a fine specimen of a man. She made me feel pretty good. It was weird, but she made me feel pretty good."

"Did she ..."

"Did she what?" I asked, when she didn't finish. She wasn't finishing much, and that worried me a little. I sure wanted her to finish me. I was hard as a rock.

"Never mind," she said. "I just can't think about that."

I knocked on her belly. I wanted to stroke her between the legs again, but didn't.

"I think you might be done," I said, like she was a cake.

"Thank goodness," she sighed.

"Let me get that off of you, and I'll clean you up."

"Okay," she said.

Her cast popped right off, again, I think, because she didn't have any sag to her breasts at all. We both looked inside the cast.

"That's astonishing!" she said.

"Only because you're astonishing," I said.

"You're flirting with me," she said softly.

"I guess I am," I said. "I can't help but get naughty around a beautiful, naked woman."

Her eyes got a little wild, so I told her I'd be back. I went in the bathroom and got a washcloth nice and warm. I wrung it out and went back. She hadn't moved.

"Why don't you lie down," I said. "It will be easier."

"On the bed?" her voice went up again.

"I guess you could lie on the floor, if you want," I said amiably.

She lay on the bed. I started at her shoulders, and worked her breasts over until she was panting again. Her stomach rippled, when I cleaned off her abdomen, and her legs spread. I think it was an automatic response, and not on purpose, but I couldn't resist any more.

"I remember slipping," I said, and pushed the cloth between her legs.

"Ahhhhh!" she almost screamed. Again, by automatic response, I think, her knees came up and flopped apart, opening herself up. Then they slammed shut on my hand.

"What are you doing?" she squealed.

"Cleaning you up," I said back.

"No you're not!" she said, a little more softly.

"I guess I'm being naughty," I admitted. "Let me be naughty ... please? Just a little bit?"

I punctuated that question by bending over and finally sucking one of those up-turned nipples into my mouth.

Her reaction was most satisfying. She let out a wail, and her knees fairly flew apart. I ditched the washcloth, leaving it on her mons, and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Then I rubbed for my life.

She was primed to go off, and it happened so quickly that I think it took both of us by surprise. She went rigid, and arched her back, and wailed loud enough that I was worried the neighbors might investigate.

Had I quit there, with that one orgasm, I really think everything would have stopped. I thought so, anyway, and I thought there might be repercussions. As they say, in for a penny ... in for a pound. If I was already going to be screamed at, I wanted it to be worth it.

So, while she was flopping around, I took my fingers out of her, jumped over one spread leg, and sucked those beautiful smelling pussy lips of hers into my mouth before she could say or do anything about it.

I learned something about my Aunt Vanessa that day. It's not the kind of thing the average nephew would ever learn, so I'm not surprised that I was ... surprised.

You see, it turned out that Vanessa loved oral sex. She loved to do it (which I found out later) and she loved to have it done to her. It also turned out that, when she got oral sex, she went ape shit. Little, feminine, almost prissy Vanessa, had a tiger inside her, and it was a hungry tiger.

She let me give her three orgasms in a row, and she got louder and talked dirtier with each one. She would have made a sailor blush. She had a huge clitty, about the size of one of Randi's nipples, and she purely loved to have it chewed on.

Then, after three orgasms, she pushed me away, bounced up, and all but ripped my clothes off. I helped, and she still almost ripped them.

Another thing I learned that day, was what it was like to fuck a woman who likes it hard. I'm not talking about liking a hard penis. She almost wanted to be beaten up with that penis. She pulled me on top of her and then, when I tried to ease into her, her heels beat on my butt, and slammed me deep.

"Ahhhh fuck yes!" she screamed, as I skewered her.

She then demanded that I pound her through the bed, and, if possible, through the floor. I got into a rhythm where I would pull out as far as I could, and then slam her hard enough to leave bruises. Sometimes I pulled back too far, and slipped out. She cursed me when that happened, screaming at me to get it back in.

I found out that if I didn't pull out as much, but went really fast, she'd go off like a bucket of gas thrown on a bonfire. I was having fun, but it was work! It took her three more orgasms before she started calming down. Finally, dog tired, I stopped, with it deep inside her.

Her eyes lost their crazy wild gleam, and she looked up at me. I was dripping sweat on her chest.

"I can't believe we did this," she said softly.

I just panted at her.

"I'm sorry I cursed at you."

I just panted some more, and leaned down to give her the first kiss I'd ever given her on the lips. It had to be quick, because I felt like I had just run ten miles, being chased by wild dogs.

"I raped you," she moaned.

I found the energy to give her a few more thrusts, but they were calm ones.

"Shit, that feels good," she blurted.

I finally had enough breath back to speak. This was a weird enough situation that I didn't think anything could make it any weirder, so I just tried to keep it going.

"Grandma said you'd been without for a long time," I panted. "I wanted to make you feel good."

Her eyes went wide.

"My mother talked about that ... to you?"

I thrust some more, and her hips started responding.

"Doing these casts kind makes for a very intimate atmosphere, and some pretty interesting conversation," I said.

"What else did she say?" asked the naked woman under me, whose pussy was stuffed with my leaking prick.

"She said I should get you pregnant, if I could," I said, staring straight into her eyes.

I thought they'd gone wide before. They almost bugged out of her face now.

"What?" she asked, weakly. Her hips were moving more, now.

"She said you deserved to be a mother."

"How in the world did that come up?" she panted back. I had raised up, so she could breathe, and I looked down to see those upturned nipples of hers as hard as I'd ever seen them.

"She was warning me not to get Mom, or Randi pregnant."

"OHHHH fuck!" she gasped. "You did this with them, too?!"

"Like I said, making these casts makes for a very intimate atmosphere," I panted back.

"You can't make me pregnant!" she gasped.

Her hips started to buck up at me, but I couldn't tell if she was just responding to my prodding of her cervix, which I could tell had stretched from all that pounding and was trying to let me through, or whether she was trying to get me off of her.

"Your mother said I could," I said back, not thinking.

"Pat, I'm fertile right now!"

"Ohhh good," I said, stroking harder.

Her voice lowered. Now she was pleading with me. "Pat, honey, listen to me. I know I attacked you. I couldn't help it. When a man eats my pussy it just drives me crazy. But I'm ovulating right now. I didn't think about that, Pat. Honey, you can't cum in me, please, you can't make me pregnant!"

"Why not?" I gasped. I was close. Thinking about making her pregnant appealed to something I had never known was deep inside me.

"Why not!" she yipped. "You're my nephew, that's why not!"

"Grandma says you'll never find a man who meets your demands," I gasped. "She says you'll never give her grandbabies. Don't you want to be a mommy?"

"Ohhhh fuck!" cried my aunt. I had speeded up enough that her body had betrayed her, and another orgasm washed over her.

Her body betrayed her even more, when her legs wrapped around me, holding me there. I gave a few more humps, during which I felt the tip of my prick invade her cervix, like Grandma had taught me, and then gave a long sigh of relief as jets of spunk burst through my prick and splattered her womb full of my seed.

She felt it, and she went ape shit again.

Believe it or not, that was just the beginning of the strangeness with Aunt Vanessa.

She was mad as hell, when we finally caught our breath. She pushed me off of her and got up, staring down at her shaven pussy. She watched as a single drip of white collected to hang on her extended inner lips. It eventually stretched into a drip, broke off and fell to the floor.

Then commenced the screaming that wasn't associated with orgasms. She stomped around the room, yelling at me for cumming in her. She talked about how fertile she was right now. She talked about what a thoughtless bastard I was, to cum in her while she was fertile. She reminded me twenty times that she had told me not to cum in her, and that she was fertile.

Then, right when she'd worked up a good head of steam, she stopped. She stood there, wild eyes and panting, her hair all messed up, and put a hand on her abdomen.

"You might have gotten me pregnant," she said, her voice tiny.

It was so odd, and such a sudden change, that I gaped at her.

"I'm sorry," I whined. "I couldn't help it."

She sort of drifted over to where I was, still lying on the bed. My prick was all spermy, and lying lifelessly on my pubic hair.

"My mother told you to get me pregnant!" she said, her voice taking on a whiny note.

"You were just so beautiful," I moaned. "You were so sexy, I couldn't resist."

"You wanted to make a baby in me." She was looking right at me, and her eyes were wide again.

"I know," I moaned. "It just felt so good, and when you said you were fertile, it made me spurt."

"You ... wanted ... to make me pregnant." Now her voice was hushed.

I started to say I was sorry again, but suddenly I couldn't, because her lips were on mine again. In fact, her whole body was on mine, and she was wriggling around like crazy!

I was astonished. Words cannot convey how astonished I was.

It would be another half hour before I learned what had happened. I'll tell you now, so you understand, and you won't be as astonished as I was.

When they got married, Alan didn't want Aunt Vanessa to get pregnant. He said it was too soon. He always used a condom when they had sex. He also made her go on the pill. That lasted for two years, and even when he was making more money, he still said he didn't want children.

Then, at the New Year's Eve party, where he tried to rape Christy, at the point where Danny pulled him off of her and punched his lights out, Aunt Vanessa had discovered that not only had he tried to have sex with her sister, he'd been trying to have sex bareback. In the divorce proceedings that followed, which were messy and horrifying, he'd yelled at her that he'd been trying to knock Christy up. Who knows if that's true or not, but the fact was that while Vanessa had always wanted to have a baby, she had never been with a man who wanted to give her one. The fact that I did, flipped some switch inside her. The reaction was as if I had just sucked her pussy.

So, while I lay there astonished, not knowing all this, she had decided, quite suddenly, that she wanted to have my baby! Don't get me wrong. We had some very interesting discussions about all this, later on, after passions had cooled off a bit, but right then, passion ruled the day.

She went from kissing me to sucking my penis into her mouth like she was starving. I'd say it was sparkling clean within fifteen seconds of her mouth covering it. Like I said before, she purely loved oral sex, and nobody in my family was better than she was at it. When I got hard, she just took it down her throat.

Most men haven't had the chance to see a woman's lips pressed firmly against their pubes, knowing that their prick is as hard as it's ever going to be. It is a mind-blowing sight. That she loved sucking my dick was as obvious as it is that the sun is bright. She knew when I was about to cum too, because she pulled off, licking her lips.

"Not now!" she said. "Later! Can't waste it!"

Then the tiger was back, and it was both hungry and thirsty.

She wanted my sperm, but she wanted to be satisfied again while she got it. I almost couldn't do it. By the time she whined at me to fill her pussy with my cum, I felt like I'd run back those ten miles, chased by the same wild dogs, but this time I was carrying my aunt in my arms while I did it.

This time, when my prick coughed, she calmed almost instantly.

"Yes, baby," she cooed in my ear, stroking my back. "Give it to me, honey ... cum in my pussy."

And this time, when we were done, she kissed me over and over again, regardless of how often I panted in her mouth.

We lay in bed another hour, which is when I learned all that stuff I told you about. There was a lot of, "I'm such a slut!" mixed in with it, but every time she said something like that I kissed her and told her I loved her. We finally stopped talking, and all there were, were loose lipped kisses, and stroking hands.

"This is so crazy," she sighed, finally.

"Yeah, I guess it is," I said.

She hadn't looked at me a lot, while we talked. She'd been embarrassed about some of it. Some of it had just gushed out. I think it was a catharsis for her, because all those kisses were genuine.

Now she did look at me.

"Did you really want to make me pregnant?" she asked.

I looked her back in the face.

"It's weird, I know, but I have to say yes. I mean it hasn't always been like that. I fantasized about you before, but not like that."

"You fantasized about me?" Her voice was light and happy.

"Lots of times."

"What did we do ... in these fantasies?" she asked.

"Well, it wasn't like this!" I sighed. I was still tired. "There were all kinds. You were always naked, and you always wanted me to do stuff to you."

"When did you decide you wanted to make me pregnant?" she asked.

By now, I knew how important that was to her.

"I think it was when I was putting the lube on you," I said. "You were so beautiful in the mirror, and my hands, sliding across where a baby might be ... it just felt so good to touch you there. And you would make a really good mother."

"Do you really think so?"

"I've always thought that," I said. "Except you can't cuss like that around your kids." I grinned.

"I don't know why I do that," she said, looking confused. "It just feels so good."

"It was ... interesting," I said. I gave her a kiss.

"I don't always do that," she said, blushing.

That was when I learned that, if I wanted her crazy, all I had to do was get my face between her legs.

I looked at the clock on the wall.

"I should probably go home. I've been here for hours. Mom might get suspicious."

She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Suspicious? She's been fucking you too!"

"I wasn't really supposed to tell anybody about that," I said. "It just sort of popped out."

"You said Mom knows!"

"I don't know how she got it out of me," I said. "She tricked me somehow. Things got kind of crazy when we ..." I stopped.

Vanessa went pale.

"Don't tell me my mother ... you ... you and my mother ..."

"Okay," I said. "I won't tell you. It's time for me to go."

I got up.

"Patrick Jordan Turner!" My aunt knew my full name too, and she used it just like a mother. "Did you fuck my mother?!"

"Aunt Vanessa," I said formally, pulling on my underwear. "Grandma told me that a gentleman never kisses and tells. I was not a gentleman, when I told you about my mother and Randi. I'm sorry for that. But I'm not going to make it worse."

"You did!" she gasped. "you fucked my mother!"

I put on my shorts, and picked up my shirt.

"How could you fuck your own grandmother?!" she moaned.

I turned on her.

"The same way I fucked my aunt! The same way I fucked my mother! The same way I fucked my sister! There! Are you happy now?"

"Pat ... why?" she cried, wiping her eyes.

I was so frustrated with all this that I yelled.

"Because I love you all, and you're all irresistible! It's been everything I could do not to fuck Tabby, too!"

She stopped crying. She wiped her eyes a few more times.

"You're staring at me!" she said.

"You're still naked," I said, unhappy that I'd yelled. "I'm sorry for yelling."

"You made me get naked." She was actually pouting.

I went over to her.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What?" She was still pouting. It was crazy!

"Are you glad this happened today?"

She looked at me, and I could see the battle going on in her mind.

"It shouldn't have happened," she said.

"Are you glad it did?" I asked again.

"Why would that matter anyway?" She gave an angry toss of her head. It made her breasts jiggle.

"Because everybody else is having a great time," I said. "If you had a great time, then why are you trying to make yourself feel bad about it?"

"It's incest, Pat!" she moaned.

"Okay, it's incest," I agreed. "Is anybody getting hurt?"

"I might be pregnant!" she squealed.

"Do you want to be pregnant?" I asked.

"Don't you think you should have asked me that three hours ago?" she pouted.

"Do ... you ... want ... to ... be ... pregnant?" I said slowly.

"I don't have to answer your questions!" she said trying to sound indignant.

"Get on the bed!" I ordered.

"Why?" she said loudly.

"Because I'm going to eat your pussy again!"

"No!" Her eyes went round.

"Do you want to be pregnant?" I yelled.

"Okay!" she yelled back. "Yes! I want to be pregnant. Are you happy now? Now will you leave me alone?"

I grabbed her face and kissed her before she could stop me. Her lips were stiff, but all I wanted was a quick meeting of the lips.

"I'll leave you alone when you're pregnant," I said, grinning. "Now, I really have to go, unless you want to explain to my mother how it took four or five hours to make your cast."

Just then, the phone on her nightstand started ringing. Both of us jumped.

While she went to pick up the phone, I got her cast and wrapped it up in Grandma’s blanket.

"Hello!"

...

"Yes, he's still here."

...

"Yes, it's done. We've been talking."

...

"No, nothing is wrong. How nice of you to worry about us." My aunt shot me a look that was full of daggers.

...

"Lonnie, he's getting ready to leave right now. He'll be home in ten minutes. Don't get your panties in a wad!"

...

"I'm not mad! Who said I was mad?"

...

"What do you mean, did I have a good time? Lonnie, so help me, if you're insinuating that I'd do the same thing with him that you're doing with him ..."

Aunt Vanessa went white as a sheet. She let the phone drop from her ear, and then, convulsively, hung it up. It started ringing again within ten seconds.

"What do I do now?" she asked helplessly.

"You want to give me a ride home?" I asked. "I think she might want to discuss this."

The phone kept ringing. Finally she picked it up.

"Hello?" she said softly.

...

"Lonnie ... Lonnie ... Lonnie!" she finally had to scream. "Calm down. I'm bringing him home right now. We'll be there in five minutes."

She hung up the phone again, and started getting dressed, frantically.

The phone started ringing again.

We let it ring, as I watched her get dressed. I asked her for the keys, when we left the house. She was in no shape to drive.

I know you're thinking there was a big blowup, when we got to my house, and I dragged my aunt inside. Actually, it wasn't anything like that. My mother already knew that the only way Aunt Vanessa could possibly know about us, was if I had told her. Remember how she figured out which woman I shot in my shorts over? She also knew that the only way that would come out of my mouth was if something very unusual was going on ... such as me boffing the shit out of her sister. She knew both of us pretty well.

When we walked in, the first thing she said was: "Pat, go to your room."

I went.

I listened, but didn't hear any shouting. I realized how drained I was. My Aunt Vanessa could wear out a professional wrestler.

I decided to take a nap.

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