My Summer With Aunt Alice

My name is Kathy and my story concerns the summer I was staying with my aunt Alice. My Mum and Dad had gone on a cruise and so it was with great trepidation that I was bordered with my mother’s sister on her farm in the lush mountains of Vermont for the month of August. At the tender age of sixteen I had just finished my last year of high school and had been accepted to one of Vermont’s finest colleges, just south of Burlington, where I was living at the time.

I guess you could call me a late bloomer, as I was more into books and school than the rest of my friends were. I don’t remember being too embarrassed, or even concerned that all my girlfriends had fully developed breasts and mine were just beginning to be noticeable.

As a matter fact, it got to be kind of standard joke amongst my close friends that I was constantly being teased about my age. Until my late teens I was very small of stature and development. I was less than five feet, slender build with breasts that were noticeable but only under tight fitting tee shirts. My hair was cut quite short and jet-black in colour, which I must have got from my father as everybody on my mother’s side had either blond or red hair.

My aunt lived in a very old gabled estate house. I’m not sure how she came by owning it, but it was an enormous piece of property and the number of rooms just seemed to go on forever. Upon my arrival, on a bright sunny summer’s day in the fresh air of the mountains, I was shown to a rather large, high ceiling bedroom complete with antique furnishings surrounding a gorgeous old four-poster bed. The room overlooked a wonderful glimmering lake surrounded by lovely green mountains. I was told to put my stuff anywhere and come downstairs for some lemonade. After taking in what would be my sleeping accommodations for the next month and starting to relax a little. I ran down the huge staircase into the grand foyer and met my aunt standing at the bottom, with a smile on her face and a tray holding a pitcher of lemonade and two tall glasses.

“Ah, there you are my little freckled face beauty,” she exclaimed and then proceeded to lead me into a grand living room beautifully decked out in soft comfy chairs on a thick piled rug.

“So tell me all about your year and how you did in school?” she asked, as we sat down and got comfortable.

As I answered her and related about my life since I’d seen her about six months ago, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. She was in her mid forties and she still possessed a stunning figure. She was wearing a pair of dark green slacks and a tight lime coloured blouse, which accentuated her full breasts. Her auburn hair hung over one shoulder almost to her breasts and had obviously been recently brushed.

As I rambled on, my mind flashed back to a few recent times when I would stand in front of the mirror admiring my budding bubbies and wondered if they would ever develop to the maturity of Aunt Alice’s. We must have talked for a long time about everything under the sun because all of a sudden she exclaimed, “My word, where has the time gone. I must run into town for some things, so I’ll let you explore around here while I’m gone, I won’t be long. Make yourself at home, don’t get lost in the woods and we’ll continue this over a nice supper.”

That was my introduction to Aunt Alice and over the next couple of weeks we did all sorts of things together which included swimming, horseback riding, walks in the woods and going into town to just hang out around the shops. The one subject I now remember not being discussed, which I didn’t dwell on at the time, was about her failed marriage about ten years previous and why she had still remained single.

They say there’s nothing like a summer thunder storm in the mountains and this one particular night verified that fact. It had been a wonderful day of sightseeing, relaxing lakeside and an early supper followed by a walk through the woods. As the sky got darker and the wind became a mite chillier, we headed for home arriving just as the rain began pelting down.

Once inside, after shutting and locking the door, she said, “Well Kathy dear, I think I’m going to make a cup of hot cocoa, get my book and head for bed. Would you like one too?”

“Yes,” I replied, “that would be great.”

With that I went upstairs and got ready for bed. I remember at the time being pretty pleased with myself. I was having a wonderful summer with my aunt, getting along great with her, learning all kinds of new things and experiences and as I admired my body in the mirror before putting on my pyjamas, I smiled to myself as I gently ran my hands over my breasts. As my fingers tweaked my soft nipples, they became hard I remember feeling a warm tingling sensation between my legs and resisted the temptation to touch myself down there. Quickly I put on my pyjamas and jumped onto the bed.

Just as I snuggled under the blankets, she came into my room with the cocoa. She put it on my bedside table, bent over, kissed me on the forehead and softly whispered, “Night dear, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.” After a full day of activities and the warm liquid in my system it didn’t take long to fall deep asleep.

It must have been approximately a couple of hours after I had fallen asleep when I suddenly awoke to a thunderous crash just outside my window. I sat straight up in bed and found myself shaking all over. I’m not usually frightened of thunder and lightning but this was more than I had ever experienced and being in a strange environment was just too much to bear. I quickly jumped out of bed, out the door and ran down the hallway to Alice’s room. She must have heard me clumping down the corridor as she awoke as I entered the room.

“My Lord, sweetheart, whatever is the matter? Did the thunder scare you?” she asked.

“Auntie, m-m-may I crawl in w-w-with you, j-j-just for awhile?” I stammered.

“Of course, sweetheart.” And as she threw back the covers, she added, “here, just climb in beside me.”

She threw her arm over me and held me close and as she rubbed my back she said, “there, there….that feels better doesn’t it?”

We lay like that for a while and just as I started to relax and feel much more comfortable I swung my arm over her with the intention of giving her a hug. But as my hand moved up it came to rest on her breast. Horrified, I withdrew my hand and exclaimed, “Oh Auntie, I’m so sorry.”

I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t what she said.

“Oh Kathy,” she whispered, “don’t be sorry dear, actually that felt quite nice.”

We lay like that for a few minutes in silence, then without any prompting or warning, she tentatively took my hand in hers and slowly brought it up to and cupped it around her breast. Without much thought or embarrassment I began to caress her breast and through the shear fabric of her nightie and felt her nipple become extremely hard and erect.

After a few seconds, she reached down and brought the edge of her nightie up and under my hand so that I was now caressing her bare breast. As she gently turned away from me, I thought her intention was for me to massage her other breast as well. But as I moved my hand, she moved her arm under me pulling me closer to her and with a soft murmur pulled my head so that my mouth was directly over her breast.

Instinctively, I cupped my lips around her nipple, which caused her to emit soft humming as well as moaning sounds. Upon hearing her, I became aware of a sensation between my legs that was almost intolerable. I wanted so much to touch myself down there, but at the same time did not want to stop what I was doing to Alice. So I just pressed myself into her and hoping she didn’t notice, put one leg over her and pressed my clitoris against her leg while I kissed and continued to massage her breasts.

After a few minutes, she started moaning, “Oh Kathy, Kathy….please…please…”

I had no idea what she wanted but it didn’t take long before she took my hand in hers and guided it down to her vagina. As she pressed my fingers against her lips, she whispered, almost so softly that I doubted what I was hearing, “Oh God, please, just like this, just like this.”

And with that she proceeded to move my fingers against her clitoris in a circular motion and then once a rhythm was established, took her hand away, so I continued on my own. The more I rubbed the louder her moaning became and the faster and harder I rubbed the more her body seemed to convulse. Until all of a sudden her body became rigid and she let out what can only be described as a loud whimper, but with such force it scared me.

We lay there beside each other for a while neither of us moving. She, seemingly exhausted and me not quite sure of what had just happened. With a sudden impulsive movement she sat up straight and almost shouted, “oh my God Kathy, what have I just done? I’m so sorry.” Then after a few gasps and stutters, she added, “Maybe you’d better go back to your bedroom right away. The storm seems to have passed.”

Needless to say, at that moment, I felt terribly confused and alone. I quickly got out of the bed and ran down the hallway to my room, jumped into bed and cried myself to sleep.

In the morning neither of us said anything for a long while. We made our own breakfasts and found something to occupy our time by ourselves.

It wasn’t until later in the afternoon, that Alice approached me while I was reading in the living room and quietly uttered, “Kathy, we have to talk.”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I just sat there staring at my book with a blank look on my face. After a few seconds, she sat down next to me and said, “I don’t know how to explain what happened last night, but I’m sure neither of us wants it to ruin what we have built up between us over the past few weeks.” As I closed the book, she put her hand over mine and again said, “Kathy I’m really so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

At that point, without really thinking of what I was saying, I blurted out, “But Aunt Alice, I don’t feel we did anything wrong. I really like you and for the first time in my life I felt really close to someone. I can’t explain it, but I felt truly loved.”

That must have really surprised her, because she just looked right at me and said, “Oh,” and then continued with, “well, that makes me feel much better. So we won’t discuss it any further then, okay?” At that point, I have to admit I was a little disappointed, as I had hoped that maybe we would talk about it more as I found myself exhilarated by the prospect of reliving the experience, even verbally.

She then got up from her seat and went into the kitchen to prepare supper. The meal was a tense affair as neither of us found words to overcome the awkward silence. We both shared the cleaning up duties without an utterance and then both found our way up to our respective rooms.

After playing on my computer for a while and then reading for about an hour, I changed into my pyjamas and sadly got into bed, turned out my light and went right to sleep.

It must have been about two o’clock when I stirred and found myself becoming very agitated. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had transpired and found myself becoming quite sexually aroused.

Without really giving it any thought, I got out of bed and crept down the hallway to Alice’s room. As I entered, with the moonlight streaming in through the blindless window, I could see she was sound asleep. So I just sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her with the warm late summer breeze wafting over from the open window. She must have sense, even in sleep, that I was watching because within a couple of minutes she stirred, opened her eyes and without any panic or sudden movement said, “Oh, Kathy, why are you here, is there something wrong?”

I hadn’t thought ahead, made any plan or even why I was there, so without a moment’s hesitation I blurted out, “I want you to make love to me.”

After taking that in for a few seconds, she asked, “Kathy, do you know what you’re saying?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She hesitated for no more than a few seconds, then lifting the covers a bit, motioned me to lie down beside her. I moved up toward her and snuggled in against her chest as she enveloped her arm around me, pulling me close, then threw the cover over both of us.

We lay motionless for a few minutes as I listened to her breathing and felt her heart beating against my back. Suddenly I could feel her lips against my neck as she turned me toward her and gently kissed my forehead, cheeks and then ever so softly laid her lips on mine. I could feel her lips pressing ever so slightly harder to force my lips apart as she searched for my tongue with hers. The sensation was overwhelming as I couldn’t resist and pressed my tongue against hers is response.

As we kissed I felt her hand against my bare stomach as she slowly brought it toward my bare breast. Oh God I thought, is this what it’s really like? I’ve never felt like this before. My whole body was quivering as my head was spinning. I must have murmured something because she softly whispered to me, “It’s okay Kathy, just relax and let yourself go.” At that she started to move down so that her head was against my chest as she caressed one of my breasts while taking the other in her mouth. Feeling her soft tongue and warm breath against my nipple make me softly cry out. Again she reassured me, “Just relax Kathy, you’re doing fine.”

Just when I thought I that heaven couldn’t feel any better; she started kissing my stomach and gradually worked her way down to my vagina. ‘What in the world was she doing, surely she wasn’t going to kiss me down there?’ As her face got closer and closer her hands gently spread my legs apart and she touched my vaginal lips with her mouth. At the touch of her tongue on my soft, wet hood, I almost exploded. “Oh my God,” I cried.

I couldn’t help but take her head in my hands and press it harder against myself. The longer her tongue played and did amazing and unimaginable things to my soft moist lips, the more my whole body began shaking. I could feel my heart beating so wildly, I thought it might beat right out of my chest. Gradually a wave that had been slowly building within me became so powerful it suddenly swept all over me and my body went completely rigid.

I lay in that position for a bit with her head resting on my thigh. Then as my breathing slowed down, she moved herself up toward my face and positioned herself on top of me with her leg between my thighs. As she started kissing me I could feel her rubbing her inner thigh against me. Her upper leg was rubbing against my clitoris with each movement, as I knew she was doing the same to herself against my upper leg. She brought her hand up to caress my breast while she kept kissing me all over my face, neck and lips. It didn’t take long before I realized what she was doing and her intent.

As she rhythmically rocked up and down against me I felt another wave building within me. As she tensed and then relaxed her muscles, the intensity grew within me also. I knew before long we would both climax and as much as I craved that sensation, I also didn’t want it to ever stop.

Her breathing became louder in shorter gasps. The gentle rocking rhythm gradually increased to quick jerky movements as her gasps became louder and shorter. I wanted to scream out but found no voice. With sudden fury as her body encased me, held me tight and violently squeezed, there was a loud cry and I wasn’t sure from which one of us it came.

We lay there in complete silent stillness for a while until our breathing gradually subsided. Then she quietly said to me, “Oh God Kathy, I hope I didn’t hurt you. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a powerful orgasm before in my life.”

“Hurt me?” I replied after a few seconds, “I don’t know how to describe what you have done, how you have made me feel. I never dreamt anyone could feel this way. I could lie here with you forever.”

For the remaining time I spent with Alice that summer we spent each night together in her room. And when it came time to go home, I understandably was very reluctant to go.

Now as a grown and successful woman, I often look back and remember fondly that summer with aunt Alice.

I never had the opportunity to spend any time with her after that summer, but we did stay in touch over the years until her death last year. She will always remain with me a very important part of my life.