<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Omnipresent, it would seem <strong>Tags:</strong> Stalling auntie </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://cs618829.vk.me/v618829147/16e88/_llsAdvkGs8.jpg)</div>Family reunions, aren't they just grand? The laughter, the ribbing, the sexual tension.<br/><br/>Was there a history between Margo and Andi? A smile seeps through acting as a window into my thoughts. Would it be so much of a stretch that the sisters have been intimate? We'd heard  the stories; rousing and rowdy. I'd seen that they weren't averse to throwing a little more sway in their hips, often as a means of torture. Innuendo was a way of life - and it wasn't contained to the sisters either, even mommy and my big sister had dirty mouths. Lust simply parades around at my home.<br/><br/>The question now is was there new act in town?<br/><br/>Just as I ponder ways to investigate, auntie comes over to me. '<em>Fuck, she is hot</em>' With that full figure and the gleam in her eyes, I am almost certain any man she speaks to for more than two minutes will fall in love with her. Imagine the fate of the one in her clutches?<br/><br/>"<strong>You should visit more often</strong>," I murmur for that is the maximum my voice will rise up to. After all, it is only normal that a young man's system's shut down when he is wrapped up in a beautiful woman. "<strong>Oh Fff...ish..</strong>" My eyes are wide, darting from my auntie to my stepmother, who seems to be watching us rather closely. "<strong>I'm calling... uh.. I'm calling it now. I want fish for dinner</strong>"<br/><br/>For a lad who's just broadcast his proclivity for incest, I'm a bit tongue-tied. And startlingly shy for without my consent my body has stepped away and I was trying to make myself as small as possible. '<em>What the fuck's going on</em>?' I am not inexperienced. Nor am I a stranger to the company of beautiful women. But the difference, a pointed one, here is that I am being the one chased and it is a feeling that, remarkably, requires getting used to. Fortunately, I'm a quick learner.<br/><br/>"<strong>Good God, what did that suitcase ever do to you, auntie</strong>?" I am leaning against the doorway, hands folded over my chest, knee bent and the heel resting against the frame. Our eyes meet and this time I do not turn away. There's even a moment when my tongue flicks over my lower lip, affected by the choice of your clothing. It vanishes quick enough for I'd rather keep my targets guessing. Some might argue there is nothing sacred once a woman has felt your hard cock against her body, but I say until she feels it inside her, the game will always be afoot. "<strong>Would you like some help</strong>?" I don't wait for the answer.