Transgressions Discovered
Aunty June was banging on the door. “Come on — whoever’s in there! Dinner’s nearly ready, and I need a pee!” Thump-thump on the door again.
I started to get off Tom. He groaned.
“Hang on!” I managed to say. Then choked up. Embarrassed again!
“Tom? Karen? You both in there? What are you up to Tom?”
“Oh shIT!” He muttered, then louder, “Hang on June, we’ll be out in a jiffy.”
“Oh no!” she moaned.
We got ourselves together, as best we could, and I sheepishly unlocked and opened the door. June stood there, wide eyed and mute. That is until the smells of sex started oozing out.
She sniffed, “Oh my GoD! What have you done?”
I was feeling so guilty, that this demand seemed to be aimed directly at me. It pushed me into tears (again). I went up to her, wrapped her in my arms, and started to apologise.
“I’m sorry Aunty June. I didn’t mean to rape Him, but He made me so horny I couldn’t control myself. He’ll be alright when He recovers. I’ve never shagged anyone else, so He won’t catch anything from me. Honest!”
Aunty June took hold of my upper arms, crouched, and looked into my eyes. She’s not as tall as her brothers, but she’s still a good five or six inches taller than me.
“You had sex with Tom?”
I snivelled and nodded, concentrating on my feet.
“I just meant to kiss Him, and… and get Him to stroke my boobs. Then I just … sorta … lost it? I think I’m in love with Him!”
June let out a sigh, stood up, wrapped her left arm around me, and rested her cheek against the top of my head, and reached out and stroked Tom’s face with her right hand.
“Oh, Tommy! Here’s a lesson for you. Sometimes a woman’s Will just will not be denied. I bet you’ve been through hell haven’t you, you poor boy? Forced to shag your poor ugly old niece! What IS the world coming to? Just as well she didn’t try to give you a blow-job as well, eh? You’d be really inconsolable!”
He couldn’t help himself, “Oh … she did that as well!”
“Did… she? … Really?” she said as she nodded very slowly to herself, with her eyebrows lifted. There was no ignoring the sarcasm in her voice.
“Oh, the hell you’ve been through this afternoon. How will you ever cope with the rest of your life?”
At this point, my scattered wits partially congealed. She was being nasty to the love of my life, so I leapt to His defence. And, as they say, attack is the best form of defence.
“You stop that!” I shouted at her as I prodded her away with a stiff index finger. I moved to stand between them — the skyscraper behind me, the behemoth in front … and me, the ratter in between.
“Don’t you dare have a go at Him. He’s done nothing wrong — He’s just been nice to me, the way that I wanted Him to be! You got that? You back off now!”
It was here that my raised voice had attracted Dad. “What’s all the shouting about?”
I turned to look up at him, took a handful of his shirt front — tugged down on it a couple of times to ensure I had his full attention, and still holding it, I pointed my other hand — and my glare — at his sister.
“It’s her! She’s being shitty with Tom just because I shagged Him! Tell her, Dad she’s … …!”
My voice seized-up. It was only then that I actually ran my words past the filters in my head. Oops! Not good!
I turned an appalled look at Dad, my mouth working silently — apart from the occasional weak croak, that is. I noticed that he had either shaved off his eyebrows in the last few seconds, or they were well up inside his hair line.
Dad was breathing deeply. He closed his eyes. Paused and opened them again. He took a breath. He looked at Tom.
“You’ve had sex with Karen?” His voice was dull and expressionless.
Tom took a deep breath — and nodded.
“No, he didn’t. Not really — sort of.” interjected June. “Actually — Karen had sex with Tom. She even apologised to me for raping him.
“Because she’s in love with him.” she qualified.
“That right Karen? You seduced him? Because you’re in love with him?”
I stumbled into Daddy, wrapped my arms around him, and started crying — again, “Yes Daddy. He’s the best kisser. I just wanted more of them, and I just sort of lost control. And I’ve never had sex with anybody else, so He can’t catch anything from me.”
“So you were a virgin?”
I nodded.
“And did he cum inside you?”
I shivered, in delighted memory. I gave Daddy a squeeze, laying the side of my head against his chest, “Ohhh yesss.” I groaned. Having my Daddy in my arms made me think about having Tom in my arms — and I started getting turned-on again. I kissed Daddy’s chest through his shirt.
“It was almost the best part.”
“OK. Well, we can get you the ‘Morning After Pill’ tomorrow, but best you try muş escort bayan douching this evening to reduce the risk. Please don’t tell me what the best part was — I don’t need to hear that. OK?”
I snuggled in closer to my Daddy as I groped his bum the way I wanted to be groping Tom’s bum, and kissed his chest again, still through his shirt — Daddy’s that is — the way I wanted to be kissing Tom’s.
“OK.” I agreed. “But no need Daddy. I’m already on the pill.” I said as I rubbed my chest against his erection — the way I wanted to be rubbing my insides against Tom’s erection … again.
Tom and June hugged.
Daddy sighed, “Of course you are. What am I thinking? How long?”
“Since my birthday, of course.”
“Of course! Thank God for small mercies. Does your mother know?”
” ‘Course. It was her special birthday present to me. We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you worrying.”
“Of course not! So! … OK? I’ve also read that wall-plaque… you know[?]. The one that says ‘I am the Master of this house. Whatever my wife says shall be done!’. Seems to hold true here.
“Well … Come on. Dinner must be served now. Let’s go down.”
June jiggled. “I’ll be down directly. I still need a pee.”
* * * * *
Dinner started a bit frostily.
Gran groaned, “Oh Tom!”
He ducked His head, “I didn’t mind, really, Mum. She’s quite hot.”
I beamed across the table at Him for His general compliment, and tried ‘touching Him up’ with my bare foot. Although I was a bit disappointed at the ‘quite’ part though.
“And you’re in love with him. That correct?”
“Yes Gran.” as I nodded like a five-year-old.
“How long?”
“Not sure really? About a year?”
“That’s it, then, is it? Lust burned through?”
I sat up rigid. Eyes wide and staring at her. I gulped — and shuddered a shaking denial at her.
“NO!” I squeaked.
“Bugger!” she muttered softly as she sighed.
* * * * *
Mum, sitting beside me, nudged me — gave me a… significant look, and sniffed.
“What?” I whispered back — slighty irritably (I didn’t think I could get away with ‘full’ irritably — considering what I had done). I was feeling picked-on … again.
“You didn’t have time to ‘clean up’? Are you going to leave a stain on the chair?”
Suddenly all hot and embarrassed, I rose to go tidy up, and change: – a wash; another tampon; and another jeans swap, to stop my pussy juice (and the semen), draining into my panties and jeans — and maybe the chair seat.
I didn’t want to go back down, but I did it!
Mum embraced me once I had sat down again; and kissed my nose. Then she whispered, “Was it good?”
“Oh, yes Mum!” I whispered back. “I lost count of how many orgasms I had.”
Mum groaned, and held her two index fingers towards me in the shape of an ‘X’.
“T-M-I! T-M-I!” she whimpered.
“What?”
“Too Much Information! OK?”
I nodded sheepishly.
* * * * *
Once dinner was over, I got voted to be the washer-upper (by all except Tommy — bless Him) — as penance; dishwasher ignored.
I was content. Now that I had scratched an itch that I had never experienced until three hours earlier, I was quite calm, and hence content to oblige.
Once I had washed and dried and put away all that needed it, I hesitantly entered the sitting room. All the seats were in use, so I prepared to sit on the floor — where I could watch Him.
They all looked up, but no-one said anything to me, but just carried on with their conversation.
Then He held His hand out towards me. One of those huge hands. Needing to touch Him (them), I crept over to Him and took His hand, kissed it, and held His palm against my cheek for a moment as I gazed into His eyes, not even noticing the speculative silence that overcame everyone. He then drew me into His lap. There might as well have been no-one else in the room, apart from Him, for me. He wrapped me into His arms, used His huge right hand to stroke my left thigh (on the outside, unfortunately) and I started crying again. So, for the next half hour, He had to suffer His shirt getting wet and snotty. He didn’t seem to mind.
I was so wrapped up in the pleasure of His embrace that I didn’t hear much of the conversations between the others. However, I did hear Aunty June’s comment: – “You sure you want to tie yourself to her? She seems a real misery. She always seems to be crying!”
Tom snorted in amusement. But I was being cuddled, by Him, so I didn’t care about that snidey comment.
Eventually, I drifted off to sleep — secure and comfortable in His arms — and lulled by the quiet conversations around me.
Sleepover.
I woke up as Tom lowered me onto my bed. I whined.
He lay down next to muş escort me and took me into His arms again, ‘hushed’ me, and kissed me. “It’s alright. I’m still here.”
I sighed, and relaxed back into sleep.
I woke up. It was dark. Things were weird. I felt I was lying in a tent, with a big heater behind me. The bed covers weren’t even touching me.
I was lying wrapped in someone’s arms, in my bed? Big arms. Tom? Yes! He felt funny. He was naked? So was I! I couldn’t see my bedside clock, as it was on the other side of Him.
How had this happened? What time was it? Where was everybody else? How had they let this happen — not that I was complaining of course — I was happy, apart from having something poking into my lower back. But it wasn’t sharp, or particularly hard, so I could ignore it for the present.
I lay there trying to work out what was going on.
I drifted back into and, sometime later, out of sleep. Then, needing to pee, I very carefully, extricated myself from Tom’s arms, and, without putting anything on, I went to the toilet.
When I got back, I saw that the time was nearly ten past two. Confusing! I slipped into my dressing gown, and went to explore.
Ciaran’s room was empty. There was no-one downstairs. A peek into Mum and Dad’s room showed they were both there.
Uncle Jack’s car was not outside, so it seemed that all the other rel’s had left.
Leaving Tom? Naked! In my Bed! With me? Ohhhh BOY!
I looked at Tom. He remained fast asleep. How could my bed be turned into a miniature — just because Tom was lying in it? He really was that big.
He had an erection! Ohhh Boy-O-Boy! What an opportunity!
I gently slipped back in the bed, and sidled up to Him, and lightly grasped His penis. He sighed lightly. I gripped it more firmly, and started stroking Him. He ‘Mmmm’d’.
That was it! I slipped down, and took His cock in my mouth. With this being only the second-time I had ever done it, it was all still fresh experiences.
He rolled onto His back and groaned, “Ohh Karen. That’s so hot.” I nearly choked. Checking showed He was still asleep.
I was elated. I couldn’t recall a film star, or any actress or singer called Karen, so unless He knew a Karen (in whatever spelling) at school, or as a neighbour, He was mine! (Memory did seem to nudge me, though. Something to do with a woodworker? But that seemed silly, so I shrugged it off.)
I carried on, while taking my time, using lips, tongue and hand, so slowly and gently. He remained asleep, but responded to my ministrations by moaning, huffing and thrusting His hips up at me. I made sure that I explored as much of His cock as I could with my tongue and lips. I used my tongue to trace the rim around His head, noticing the difference between the feel of the notch and the rim — again and again I returned to wriggle my tongue against the little lips at the peak, testing the slickness and taste of the stuff that oozed out. With both lips and tongue, I checked the differences between the sensations caused by the skin on his head and his shaft; and I really enjoyed squeezing His head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
After a while, He started to get a little more animated. His movements distracted me, so I didn’t notice how His cock changed, until He ejaculated into my mouth as He woke up, and screeched, “Oh Karen. Oh Karen. Oh Karen. Oh Karen!” through the orgasm, the tone of His voice rising with each utterance — and squirt.
I almost retched at the first squirt, and I just managed to swallow most of it. Not that that was what I actually intended to do, of course. In actual fact, I hadn’t given any real thought to anything actually coming out of Him, despite tasting the stuff that I had sucked out during my exploration of His head and shaft; and especially at the amount of the stuff that He squirted — hard — right into the back of my throat, causing me to choke.
But then immediately there was the ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ with MY Tommy, so I made myself swallow, and continue swallowing throughout, and I managed nearly all of it.
Tom flopped back with a groan, “Oh Karen. That was wonderful. Thank you. But I wish I hadn’t missed the build-up.”
With my mouth still lined with un-swallowed semen, I kissed Him on the lips, and I said, “There will be a next time, I’m sure, now. Why are you still here, and in bed with me, anyway?”
“Well … they all considered that the real damage was done. The cat was out of the bag, so to speak. And every time I tried to put you down you started whimpering. So — they gave the OK for me to stay with you.”
“Didn’t they think that I would want to shag you again if you stayed with me?”
“Oh yes, they expected it. Look.” and He indicated a pile escort muş of towels that I hadn’t noticed. “June suggested it, to save us lying on wet sheets.”
“Ooooh nice!”
The ‘prickles’ that started down-below after He came in my mouth started to become pretty insistent, so I started fidgeting.
“Er … Look, Tom, I’m … like … kinda turned-on now. Would you … er … mind … er … returning the favour?”
“Uhh… you mean… like… with my mouth? Oh wow. You’d really let me do that? I’d love to, but I’ve never done it before, so I might not be any good.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll give you until you go home, to improve.”
And I giggled … and got hot and embarrassed, of all things!
Then He lurched across the bed and flattened me, pressing my body back into the bed with His kiss. I nearly came again, just because of the kiss, and His weight pushing me down into my bed. And His hand — squeezing my bum!
Then, as He moved down me, I welcomed Him between my legs.
His first, but tentative, lick made my breath catch in my throat.
His second, slow but more assured, started me breathing again.
His third started me panting.
His fourth added my squirming.
His fifth switched me to juddering.
“Here, try here.” I gasped as I tapped my clit, which seemed solid.
His sixth — right on my clit — got my whole body suspended off the mattress by my heels and the top of my head. I ceased breathing.
His seventh got His face flushed with my ejaculate as I also emptied my lungs in a continuous … like … whimpered squeal[?].
His eighth got me to inhale.
His ninth started me screaming.
His tenth started after I pulled the pillow over my mouth to muffle my screams.
His eleventh kept me screaming and rigid.
His twelfth caused me to stop screaming.
His thirteenth shattered my rigidity.
His fourteenth got me whimpering, “Oh Tom … Oh Tom … ” like a litany.
His fifteenth crashed me into my second orgasm.
His sixteenth to twentieth drove me through it, screaming again.
His twenty-first dropped me almost comatose.
His twenty-fifth roused me again.
His twenty-sixth got me screaming again, but this time it was begging Him to stop licking.
“No more Tom, oh please no more licking. I can’t take it. Make love to me now Tom — please! Love me!”
He was more than ready. He was more than willing — He was eager! But!
“Towel’s soaked Karen. Best change it. OK?”
“OK.” I whimpered, “Quick!”
He grasped both my ankles in one of His huge hands, and lifted my hips off the bed, and replaced the soaked towel with a dry one.
Placing my feet back on the bed, He leaned up and started kissing me. He smelt, and tasted of my pussy. It was such a turn-on, because of what He had done to me to get like that.
Then He told me to guide Him. He seemed huge as I grasped Him to bring Him to the channel to my heart.
He knelt with His knees touching my buttocks as I raised my legs and hips to introduce Him into my channel.
Remembering our earlier experience, He used His hands on my breasts, and His fingers on my nipples. Those huge hands!
As I guided Him, He pushed His hips forward; and as He pushed into me, He pulled my nipples towards Him.
I was orgasming before He was fully inside me.
“Oh Tom!” I squealed, “I’ve changed my mind! Fuck me, oh please,” I sobbed, “just Fuck me.”
And that was how it started. I lost control of myself. I begged and pleaded. I screamed and swore, and bit His shoulders and scratched His back and His bum.
Mum rushed in to save me from the most horrendous rape that she could conceive of, only to retreat with her hands over her ears as I screamed at her, in no uncertain terms, to ‘fuck off and stop interfering’ and not to ‘fucking come back without an invitation’. But the actual words used for those sentiments were a trifle more ‘lurid’ — and graphic … and loud — than those actually used here — I suspect.
Tom was a trouper. He fucked me through four orgasms before I was ready to finish. I started whispering to Him to give it to me, to fill me with His wonderful spunk. I made Him slow down, and I practiced squeezing Him with my fanny; I tried timing my squeezes so that I only caught His head. He was sobbing as He fucked me, muttering, “Can’t cum … can’t cum.”
So, I distracted Him. I twiddled His nipples, nibbled the junction of His neck and shoulder, and begged for His spunk.
Then I simultaneously bit His shoulder, pinched twisted and pulled His nipples, and tried to crush His cock with my fanny.
It worked! He went off, so rigid that it seemed He was supported only by His cock in my fanny and my hands at His nipples.
It felt like His spunk was squirted out of my fanny by the force of His ejaculations.
Then He collapsed, and whimpered, “Oh Karen, that was wonderful! I love you.”
THAT’s when I screamed through my most traumatic orgasm of the night.
We both collapsed into sleep. Sated.
* * * * *
Continued in Part 3