"Aunt Dorothy book I" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilkinson Grace)

CHAPTER ONE

"Mmmmm…" Dot murmured looking at Art across her martini glass. "This is delicious… I'm glad you talked me into having it!"

"Man, I can see the exact outline of her nipples…" Art thought as he gazed across the living room at his voluptuous thirty-year-old sister-in-law. His mind went back to the night he had kissed her… not once, but for almost an hour in the garden of her house. That had been a few months ago and ever since Dot had been very careful when she was around him. Something about the way she looked tonight though, made the old emotional feelings he had about her return. Even though they were together to discuss the boy, still he couldn't take his eyes off the amply proportioned orbs of her globular breasts… the way they jutted from her blouse… the thin silky covering only accentuating their natural curves. Her legs too, looked wonderfully slender and exciting, the way she had them curled under her on the couch like that.

He wondered what it would be like to feel her breasts again, the way he had done that night several months ago. She had seemed to like it then, he recalled, remembering her heavy excited breathing as he held her tight up against his body, the soft giving forms of her flesh molding completely to his, all of her weight there in his arms. Beneath his fingers, the firm upright mounds of her flesh had moved slowly as her breath came haltingly. His tongue had worked furiously within the wet confines of her mouth. Slowly he had backed her against a tree and there had ground his groin steadily into hers, the erect rod of his penis forming a hard rocklike sheath against her belly.

"You say Joe is doing well in school…" Dot said clearing her throat. The silence had been long and she felt uncomfortable beneath Art's frank stare. She wondered if he too was remembering that night out in the garden. She had thought of nothing else since she walked in the door tonight. For one thing, the argument with her husband, Nick had made her unusually susceptible to Art's tenderness… to his good-looking smiling face… to the fondness she had always felt for him, even when her sister was still alive. But Betty wasn't alive now and that was part of why she was here… to see about Joe… her own son who had been raised all his life as Art and Betty's child.

"Yes, Joe's doing perfectly well in school, Dot," Art answered, sipping his drink. "Both he and Lee are on the honor roll as a matter of fact. For kids their age, that's quite something!"

Joe was fourteen and Lee, their young daughter, thirteen – and Art recalled how much trouble he himself had been to his parents at that age.

"Yes, they're both good kids, Dot… I wouldn't worry about Joe if I were you. You know he adores you… and I think our original decision about him was correct." He wanted to finish this conversation as quickly as possible. Somehow, he couldn't really concentrate on the kids with Dot sitting across from him looking like an angel in the yellow lamplight. Her blonde hair softly caressing her peach colored cheeks, the limpidness of her blue eyes fringed with long silken lashes… the tempting expanse of calf that showed beneath her pleated skirt… all these things made it extremely difficult to concentrate on the topic at hand.

"I guess you're right…" Dot said hesitantly. It had been so hard to realize that her son would never call her mother… to him, she would always be Aunt Dot because of that night, fourteen years ago when, a frail blonde child herself, she had given birth to him and her older sister Betty, then newly married to Art, had offered to take him as her own. That way, they all figured, Dot could lead a meaningful life, one day meet someone who was worth marrying, unlike the louse who'd left town at the suggestion that he had gotten a sixteen-year-old girl pregnant. And the boy wouldn't have to go up for adoption. Yes, at the time, it had seemed a good idea, but Dot still felt pained by the circumstances. She was married now, after years of teaching grade school in the Philadelphia school system, and well married according to many of the other young matrons in town, to the busy head of a main line real estate firm. But even Nick had suggested, when she had confessed her indiscretion to him, that it would be best not to tear the boy away from the people he thought of as his real parents and she supposed they were right. Yes, perhaps it was the best course after all.

The martini was making her feel unusually mellow, and there was something definitely soothing about being in Art's house, the comfortable suburban home her sister had loved so much. She seemed to sense the children sleeping in the bedrooms beyond the closed living room door. There was a peacefulness in the air and slowly she abandoned her worries about her son. Finally, she let Art draw her into a conversation about more pleasant things.

When he got up to fix her another drink, she protested meekly and then smiled and accepted the cool glass. After all, it was silly not to. Didn't she deserve to have a good time every now and then? As if having read her mind, when Art handed her the frosty glass he said: "You deserve a pleasant evening, Dot. Why I haven't seen you smile in ages. Are you and Nick getting along any better these days?"

It was a secret to no one that she and Nick didn't get along very well. Anyone with half a mind could have seen that. But still, it was embarrassing to talk about, so Dot changed the subject and soon they were discussing safe things like their favorite movies and the sorry state of Philadelphia politics. Dot hardly noticed when after her third martini, Art sat down next to her. She moved over slightly on the sofa, feeling herself grow oddly warm. A light film of perspiration formed on her upper lip and she could feel her arms growing goose-pimply. She tried to avert her eyes from his, but it was difficult now that he was sitting right next to her… besides, she knew that she wanted to look into his eyes… really wanted to study his handsome, rugged features.

Why did she feel so strange whenever he got close to her?

Art carefully noted the effects of the martinis on his beautiful sister-in-law and although he knew it was wrong to be thinking what he was thinking… God, it had been so long since he'd held any woman much less made love to one! He'd tried going out on dates, but it just didn't work out. There didn't seem to be anyone around who could really hold his interest these days. Except for Dot, of course! And now he could smell that musky perfume she always wore… its scent was almost driving him crazy! And he was close enough to feel her maddening warmth caressing his tense flesh. When finally she looked straight into his searching eyes, he found himself trembling slightly.

"What a beautiful woman you are, Dot…" he almost whispered the words, his throat seeming to have lost all its moisture. In her face, he could see the family resemblance to his wife and a pang of nostalgia struck him. Could this be part of his strong desire for Dot? But it really didn't matter as he took her gently by the arms and drew her toward him. He felt her stiffen and pull back, but then after a moment's pause, she allowed herself to be pulled forward.

He kissed her hard, with all the longing he'd been building up inside these many months. His mouth crushed against the softness of her lips as he endeavored to get as much of her voluptuous breasts against him as possible. He could feel the spongy firmness of her nipples crushing into his chest and quickly he moved his hands around to touch them.

"No… no…" Dot muttered. "No… Art… we mustn't…"

But he wouldn't let her go and her halfhearted struggle wasn't enough to break the electric spell rising between them as his searching fingers reached the sides of her bulging breasts.

Things were happening so fast that Dot's brain was spinning. When she'd left the house that evening she had put out of her mind the thought that anything like this might happen. She tried to pull away, but Art held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursuing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. He seemed so strong… so very strong! How could she ever resist him… and yet she had to try… had to stop what was happening between them. But Art pushed her head back so that it was resting on the sofa, her body arching up against his, her breasts smashing against her own ribcage by his massive torso.

"NNnnnooooo…" she moaned uncertainly, trying desperately one more time to pull away. But it was impossible. The sparks of mounting desire were leaping about crazily in her belly, lust rising in her loins. She too had been a long time without love. An image of her husband Nick rolling over in bed after giving her a perfunctory good-night kiss rose to her mind and anger accompanied it.

Art's hands were roving up and down her back now and the taste of his mouth on hers became suddenly delicious. Everything about the man was attractive… so damned attractive! She had always envied her sister for having Art and now… now she, herself was feeling the very same things her sister must have felt! A shiver ran through her at the thought and yet the idea seemed to make Betty more alive to her and when Art's hand dropped down and began a slow massage of her smoothly rounded buttocks, tingling pinpoints of pleasure rippled sensuously up and down her spine. Suddenly, everywhere her body was pressed against his, she felt the same raging, unquenchable fire. A low moan of passion escaped her lips, mingling with the wetness of their interwoven tongues.

"Oh, God!" she thought. "… Oh, God… what am I doing?" But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Dot might be able to conjure up. It needed Art's hardness… his very manliness pressing against her, and she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him… wanted her own brother-in-law! His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could she stop something that felt that good. She felt a trickle of rising perspiration run down the valley between her full ripe orbs, slipping down between the creamy flesh that Art was now massaging into a maddening hardness. She bit hard on her lower lip as his tongue trailed a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything up in there!

What could be wrong with such a strong, undeniable feeling? What could be wrong with it? She felt as if she had never made love before… that this time… if indeed it was going to happen, would be the first time… like the very first time. An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as Art's hand moved upward on her knee, pushing the folds of her skirt back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blond downy vee that nestled so tightly down there as she squeezed her legs together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wet vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her, there! And yet, he showed every intention of doing so. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked flesh. She felt so vulnerable there, so exposed. She pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, feeling his fingers move upward with greater certainty now. He was almost there. His fingers brushed the soft mound of her sex, covered by the thin fabric of her panties and Dot sighed and closed her eyes tightly, letting the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Each time she made love she forgot… she always forgot what it was going to be like. It was always a completely wonderful surprise… and Art's touch was no exception. Even though his moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She had become so wet that it was embarrassing and now as his lips nibbled at hers again, she found her legs parting slightly almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs… only that thin band stood between his finger and the paradise of her cunt.

In her mind, she was desperately trying to justify it… and the years of sterile marriage to Nick came uppermost to her mind. As a man, Nick couldn't even be compared with Art. Art who was kissing her… touching her… making her feel wanted… needed… Yes, she was sure Art needed her as much as she needed him. It was all Nick's fault, neglecting her the way he did… constantly belittling her, making her feel like an idiot just because she wasn't always thinking exactly the same things he was. All those humiliating nights he had refused her… and she knew he had other women, probably lots of them… he had to be getting sex somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from her! It was he who had put her in the position she was in now, she realized with certain clarity and something seemed to snap inside her. Almost brusquely she threw her arms around Art's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue stabbing back at his blindly, while his middle finger slipped under the elastic legband of her panties. A perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon crotchband and sliding over the highly sensitive pink flanged area of her vulnerable pussy. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each ridge upon his finger as Art's finger slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady friction in the hot depths of her hidden vagina.

"Ooohhh… oooohhhh!" Dot groaned, feeling herself melt in his arms. A quick flash of dizziness overcame her and she was aware of the power of the martinis she had had. The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the nail scraped over her trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk upright like an erect little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs wide open now and they were obscenely splayed out on the couch, his arm disappearing halfway up Dot's dress as he plundered her private parts. A tremendous shudder went through her as Art's fingers harshly continued their lascivious investigation. The soft golden hair that surrounded her small pussy was parted roughly as he toyed with her throbbing clitoris, making her begin to moan with forbidden delight.

Her brother-in-law reached behind them with his other hand, and turned off the light on the table beside the sofa. In the darkness he felt that Dot would be even more responsive to him. He continued flicking at her excitedly throbbing clitoris now, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped beneath the open vee of her blouse to touch the warm nipples that were already like hard little pebbles. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to get her lying out flat before long or go mad! His cock felt like a giant ramrod, prodding against his belly and he wanted to release it and let it have its way with the tender pussy his hand now knew so intimately.

"… oh, yes…" Dot pleaded, her voice a raspy whisper. "… yessss…" Her thighs felt limp and all she could do now was respond with her hips to his touches. Involuntarily, she began to move them back and forth in time to the rhythm of his finger. Slowly but surely, she felt his finger moving down so that his entire hand was able to move up into between her widespread thighs. He gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant, slip two fingers high into her vagina.

"Aaaaaaaaaa…" Dot's head snapped back, her face a mask of ecstatic bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black out from the fantastic feeling of being entered so violently by his fingers.

"Oh, God… yes, Art… yeeessssss… ooooohhhhhhhh!" The impact of the blunt ends of his fingers striking against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her pulsing cunt creating wave after wave of startling pleasure. For the first time, her body was alive, responding completely to his. She was wriggling so that they both almost fell onto the floor.

Art began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his sister-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room and he saw that her eyes were rolling back slightly, showing the white of the underlid as she moaned over and over.

"Come on!" he said suddenly, removing his hand with a slight suction noise from between her legs. "Come on!"

Dazed, Dot opened her eyes and groaned heavily.

"Where?"

"In the den…" Art answered, already pulling her along behind him.

"But the children…" Dot whispered, remembering them for the first time in several minutes. Still, in her aroused excitement, she hurried along behind him, trying to adjust her mussed hair. As she followed her brother-in-law into the den, she felt overly wet between her legs and her burning pussy already missed Art's touches. She felt anxious to be near him again, to feel him close to her… and yet this interruption had given her more time to think about what she was doing.

Art turned on a small lamp in the den, a medium-sized room that gave off the living room and also led to the hallway from which the bedrooms opened.

"The kids are sound asleep… and they'll stay that way." Art answered her question when they were inside the den. And in the glow from the light, Dot could see that his face was flushed, and looking down she could not help noticing an enormous bulge in the front of his pants. She blushed and looked away as he came toward her, already beginning to stammer out a protest. But quickly, he took her in his arms and she felt such a strong resurgence of desire that it was as if a thunderbolt had struck her. The entire length of his body pressed against hers had an overwhelming effect upon her nervous system and she was aware of how small she was… how strong he was. Everything in her ached for him. He kissed her lightly and led her to the big daybed that was on the right hand side of the room. It was old and comfortable with its faded brown corduroy spread and something about the feel of it when she sat down made Dot feel more comfortable. She remembered it when it had been new almost eight years ago.

"Let's get these things off," Art said gently, beginning to undo the buttons at the back of her blouse. One hand carefully lifted her long golden hair from the nape of her neck while the others undid the buttons.

Dot sat passively, feeling like a little girl being undressed. It felt wonderful to be treated with such tenderness, and as her blouse was peeled away and the straps of her slip were pulled down, she realized that she was crying. Art undid her bra and the cups fell away revealing the smooth white of her firm but heavy breasts with their hard pink nipples, the areolae the size of half-dollars spreading outward from the crinkly flesh of the center. She sobbed as Art cupped them in his hands from behind. Sobbed for her own vulnerability… for her enormous desire… for everything that had ever happened to her in her life.

Art kissed first the nape of her neck and then her shoulders. When he realized that she was crying, he grew confused… and started to say something, but then stopped himself. A woman's tears, he recalled, were not always from sorrow or pain… and yet deep down he knew that at least part of Dot's were. He felt a part of his heart reach out toward her, but he knew the frustration he had often felt in such situations with his wife… there was only so much he could do to help. But he vowed silently that he would do all he could this time… all he could for Dorothy. His hands smoothed downward, pushing her slip along her torso until it rode up on her full rounded hips. He jumped up and kneeled down in front of her, pulling it down the rest of the way, treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolgirl attitude as her splendid nudity was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon, she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high heeled shoes. Art slipped off the patent leather pumps and massaged her dainty feet for a second. Then his hands ran up the length of her calves, up to her full round thighs and then to her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them downward, exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then, as he continued rolling the nylon material, the light golden curls of her pussy hair became evident. She helped him a little, and together they removed both panties and stockings. Art could only sit back on his heels for a second looking at her… he couldn't remember when he had seen a more beautiful woman.

Dot felt cool now that she was naked and she felt a trembling start to take hold of her. She watched as Art undressed before her, feeling as though she were in a dream, as though this were not really happening to her… but to some other woman… some other woman who had a vague and tenuous connection to her. Art's hard and muscular body stood tensed and naked before her in what seemed a split second and she found herself staring at the rampant pole of his penis. It was long and lust-hardened and bigger than any Dot had ever seen or imagined. He seemed filled with urgency now, impatient to enter her and she sensed that their long foreplay was rapidly coming to a close. She shivered… would she ever be able to fit it inside her?

But Dot didn't have long to ponder the question as Art dropped down beside her and started pushing her back upon the day bed. She felt weak and let herself be pushed… it seemed an eternity before her head hit the mattress and then she was looking up at him… this familiar relative who seemed such a stranger now. She had never seen him like this, flushed with desire… naked… on the point of taking her… no, she hardly dared imagine him like this! She felt oddly frightened and began to shake her head from side to side as he bent over her, but then his chest was grinding into hers, pushing against her so that she could feel herself being pressed into the foam beneath her, and all lucid thinking was erased from her mind. She had some trouble breathing as her brother-in-law's full weight fell upon her, his mouth crushing hers again. His tongue entered and this time she swallowed it hungrily, feeling the excitement building inside her shivering body. Art was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Dot knew that in moments she would be writhing beneath her brother-in-law… they were moments that she wanted to hasten as she felt his heavy legs pressing against her now and pulsing near her belly, the fiery pole of his long, extended prick.

With one sudden movement, her legs were being parted by his leg and the smooth rubbery head of his cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her pussy. It moved up and down and back and forth and Dot heard herself moan and call out his name. Her secret passage seemed to ache for his cock. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would scream for him to hurry! His hands were working steadily at her breasts and they felt raw and swollen… that was all that seemed to exist of her now… her stinging breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of Art's swollen prick as it rubbed against her hair-lined slit creating an unbearably increasing friction.

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH…" she chanted. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher… trying to get him to enter her. But his cock continued to tease her tortured, gyrating pussy until wildly, she clawed at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.

"… please, Art… please… oh, God… please take me… take me now…"

The thick rubbery head of Art's prick stopped its incessant rubbing between his sister-in-law's fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her widespread vagina. Art's hands went underneath her legs, drawing them up so that they splayed outward and nestled upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his swollen prick part the sparse blond pubic hair and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the small pussy opening… searching… burrowing… sliding.

His muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push… push hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there give, the petal-like lips begin to open to admit his hardened penis. The little hair-fringed mouth between her open thighs gave way unwillingly and in one sudden thrust, Art rammed halfway up inside her trembling pussy.

"Aaaaaarrrrrgggg!!!!" she moaned in reflex, and in spite of her desire not to make any noise, she couldn't help it. She had never felt anything like it. She thought her cunt lips were being split apart by the enormous hard circumference of her brother-in-law's hardened penis. Absurdly, she wondered for a flickering moment how her sister had been able to take it. And then Art was moving up higher inside her and she started crying and begging him to stop. She was surprised when he didn't, but just kept right on grinding his cock straight into her, enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenched vaginal muscles as they rippled wetly and smoothly around his surging penis.

Art decided he couldn't stop now no matter what. He knew it was hurting, as it did most women when he fucked them for the first time, but he also knew that in a few moments she would get used to his enormous size and begin to enjoy it. The tenderness of her inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-like around his churning prick, as with a grunt, he rammed it all the way to the end of her tightly resisting cuntal passage. He rocked his full weight against her, splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his cock upward inside her. He was aware of her legs flailing in the air and her fists pounding at his back and face, but he could only grab onto her cushiony buttocks and pull her entire pelvis up still higher to meet his engorged prick.

"Oh, Dot, baby!" he cried out, losing himself in the moment… "I'm gonna fuck you good…sooooo good!"