Alexandra Baxter is shocked to discover her nephew has carnal thoughts about her. Then her own body's responses are a further surprise. At first she tries to resist, but what happens next leads to her having to hide some potentially devastating secrets.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~His attention went to the drawers at the side of the bed, a small three-tier arrangement against the wall at the bed’s head. If his aunt used a dildo, that would be as good a place as any to keep it.Glen felt the pressure on his bladder when his trembling fingers reached towards the top drawer. He wished he’d gone for a pee, the need sudden and urgent. Nerves danced in his stomach, elephant’s feet of anxiety stomping about while anticipation was a delicious yet terrifying clutch at his balls.He touched the rounded knob fixed to the drawer’s face, enclosing it with the tips of his fingers before applying gentle pressure to ease the thing open.The shock of it was a cold-water bucketful. The jolt of it brought his mind and body together again. He hadn’t actually expected to find anything at all beyond some underwear or a perhaps a book, something innocuous, and to see the great lump of moulded latex laid there had Glen’s eyes almost out on their stalks. He gaped at it, staring at its surface all criss-crossed with veiny protrusions, its girth and length, its sheer intimidating size, awful to behold.Glen gawped, not believing what his eyes were telling his brain.“Oh shit,” he mumbled, awed and enraptured, fascinated by the incredible find.And he had the thing in his hand, testing its weight when the inevitable happened…
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Copyright © 2016 by Tia Lascivo
All Characters are 18 and Over
Buckhurst Hill, Essex, England
Three of them took Alexandra Baxter as she left the hospital.
She was going for her Range Rover in the car-park, her route taking her past an ambulance with its back door open.
They were very good. Professional. Not a word spoken between them. They had Alexandra bundled into the ambulance, a hood over her head, and the Range Rover keys taken in under ten seconds.
Moments later they were on their way. There were two in the ambulance. One driving, one in the back fastening cable ties to Alexandra’s wrists and ankles.
The third one went for her car.
Chigwell, Essex, England (Alexandra’s House)
The previous year
“Oh God,” Alexandra muttered when she saw her nephew loitering in the street outside the gates.
She eased the big car to a halt, then lowered the window at the press of a button while Glen moved alongside.
“You again?” she said.
Glen leaned in close. He glanced into the Range Rover, eyes going to the back seat. He saw the orange Sainsbury’s bags.
“Yeah,” Glen said. “I was just wondering if you’ve got any odd jobs you need doing. I could give you a hand with the shopping. I’d do that for free. But if you’ve got any other work…?”
Alexandra sighed, shaking her head in a gesture born of exasperation. He was becoming a nuisance. She shoved her sunglasses up into her hair, her tongue clicking off the roof of her mouth. “Why don’t you just get a proper job instead of coming round here? Why don’t you come into business with me and your dad?”
Glen shrugged and grimaced and said nothing, just waited at the side of the car.
Alexandra caved. “Okay, look, I’ll open the gates. Just follow me up to the house. You can help me get this shopping in and then I’ll see if there’s anything to do about the place. I suppose you can mow lawns and pull a few weeds?”
Glen nodded. “Yeah. No drama.”
Alexandra regarded him for a few moments longer, taking in the fair, unkempt, hair and blue eyes. The older he got, the more he resembled his father, her brother. Glen didn’t have the size of his dad – but then again he hadn’t been pounding the weights for the past twenty years – and nor did he have Peter’s brash, over-confident manner. Which she thought was a blessing. There wasn’t room for another massive ego in the family.
Returning the sunglasses to the bridge of her nose, Alexandra aimed the fob at the gates.
A metallic click and an electrical hum saw the big gate slide aside on its casters.
“Come on,” Alexandra sighed.
The big car moved forward, wide tyres crunching on gravel as Alexandra eased the vehicle up the driveway towards the house.
In the rear-view mirror, she saw him following on, the gate closing behind Glen as he walked up the drive.
She was out of the car by the time he arrived.
Alexandra stood with her fists on her hips, head canted towards one shoulder as she watched him approach.
“There’s a couple of boxes in the back,” she said. Alexandra nudged her chin towards the rear of the car and added, “I’ll take some of the bags. You take the boxes round the back. I’ll go in and open the door for you.”
Glen shrugged and said, “Yeah. All right,” going to the rear of the four-by-four to get at the hatch while Alexandra grabbed some bags and moved towards the house. Glen paused and watched her go. He kept his eyes on his aunt as her high heels pecked their way up the stone steps. His stare lingered when she put the bags down near her feet, her skirt, hemmed tight just above her knees, forcing a little curtsey move, the fabric pulled taut over her rump.
“That’s right, Aunt Sandy,” Glen muttered under his breath.
Desire for his own aunt glowed within, the fire in a deep and clandestine place.
“That’s it,” Glen added. “Stick that arse out at me. Go on, show me what you’ve got.”
He kept looking when his aunt rose upright and swivelled at the waist to regard him over one shoulder.
“Are you going to stand there all day?” she asked, annoyed by the lack of activity.
The way Alexandra was angled brought the white blouse close to breaking point across her chest. Buttons were strained with the effort of keeping her covered.
“Show me your tits, Aunt Sandy,” Glen murmured. “Go on, just once…”
“What?” Alexandra called out, frowning across the thirty feet of space between them.
Glen cupped a hand to the corner of his mouth. “I said I’m just waiting for you to go in before I start lugging the heavy stuff round the back,” he called back.
His aunt gave a tut and an eye-roll from behind her sunglasses. She turned away to unlock the door. Glen heard the trill of the alarm in its eight-second warning, with Alexandra ducking indoors, bags on the step so she could disarm the circuit.
“I’m in,” she said, reappearing to collect the shopping. Alexandra waved her fingers at Glen in an impatient gesture. “Don’t stand there gawking,” she added. “Get a move on, Glen.”
“I’d shut you up with my dick in your mouth,” Glen said, low and quiet before adding, “Yeah. Okay. I’m on it.”
He smirked to himself, pleased because he was in his aunt’s orbit again.
His cock was hard as he lifted the first box out of the car.
Alexandra set him mowing the lawn. A big job which would take the rest of the afternoon and most of the following morning.
Glen worked for half-an-hour. He sat on the John Deere, distracted by day-dreams. His imaginings featured his aunt. She was naked. Glen pictured her walking around the huge garden without a stitch on. Although, in his fantasy world, she was wearing impractical heels and a wide-brimmed sun hat the size of a satellite dish.
His cock leaked pre-cum when Glen thought about her strutting around, big breasts swinging and swaying, her generous rump counter-balanced behind.
To him, his aunt was the epitome of a sexy, confident, very desirable woman. Okay, yeah, she was his dad’s sister, which made it quite pervy, but he couldn’t help that. It was the way he felt. He fancied his aunt. Glen didn’t care. All he wanted was to get her on her back and sink in up to his nuts.
It was madness, really. Glen recognised that. He knew it was kind of craziness drawing him to her, the dark urges within overwhelming common-sense and innate morality. At times, usually after he’d just purged himself of his seed and his need, Glen felt pangs of remorse, guilt filtering through at harbouring incestuous thoughts. For a brief time he’d be disgusted with himself, cursing the twisted workings of his mind. But, not long afterwards, he’d be thinking about her again, fantasies coming in vivid and wild, scenes where he slobbered over her flesh, licking and sucking and kissing. Glen saw himself with her tits in his hands while he gave it to her from behind, her round buttocks trembling under the onslaught.
Glen groaned aloud, still seated atop the mower, cock straining while he imagined the weight of her breasts in his palms, the feel of her insides around his dick, her moans as she begged him to dump it all into her cunt.
“Shit,” Glen said with a grimace. He couldn’t take much more. He needed his fix, an idea forming where he could go into the house and knock one out in one of the toilets.
Glen needed relief. He shoved the toggle so the engine sputtered and died, then walked away from the mower, lust a hot ball in the pit of his stomach, desperation making him reckless.
“I … I need the toilet,” Glen said to his Aunt, his tongue feeling swollen as the words came up clotted and thick.
Alexandra looked at her nephew. She frowned, peering over the rim of her glasses. She was on the settee in what she called the lounge, settled into a big three-seater the size of a boat.
It was a big room in a big house. Airy. Bright. A wide window overlooking the drive at the front of the house. Thick carpet. An open fireplace with no fire in the grate because it was summer. Comfortable armchairs to match the sofa. Expensive, but his aunt had the money.
“You know where it is,” Alexandra said.
She dismissed him with a wave of her fingers and lifted the paperback book to carry on reading.
Glen gawped for a few seconds. Her legs were crossed just above the knee, the skirt shoved just high enough for him to see an expanse of thigh.
Glen felt the deep bass beat of his heart. His throat went dry. He allowed himself two or three seconds to ogle, then left the room, legs weak as he ascended the wide, spiral staircase to the floor above. By rights, he shouldn’t have been there. There was a serviceable toilet on the ground floor, what his aunt called the cloakroom. He had no business and no reasonable excuse for climbing the stairs.
Glen muttered to himself as he moved along the landing and went further down the corridor. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot if you do,” he said, pausing outside his aunt’s bedroom door.
Then he put his fingers against the gloss paint. Glen pushed. The door swung open.
He was in her bedroom.
Anxiety curdled inside him, his guts watery as he approached her bed, the feelings surreal. It was an out-of-body experience, his mind somehow afloat above his corporeal self, a witness of his own trespass from somewhere up near the ceiling.
Glen floated for half-a-minute or more.
His mind drifted.
He wondered how many men she’d had between her legs while laying upon the bed. Did she masturbate at night? And if she did, did she use her fingers, a dildo, or both? Did his aunt suck cock? Did she take it up her arse? Was she averse to semen or would she gulp it all down?
“Oh God,” Glen moaned when an image of his aunt’s breasts spattered with cum flashed across his mind’s-eye.
His attention went to the drawers at the side of the bed, a small three-tier arrangement against the wall at the bed’s head. If his aunt used a dildo, that would be as good a place as any to keep it.
Glen felt the pressure on his bladder when his trembling fingers reached towards the top drawer. He wished he’d gone for a piss, the need sudden and urgent. Nerves danced in his stomach, elephant’s feet of anxiety stomping about while anticipation was a delicious yet terrifying clutch at his balls.
He touched the rounded knob fixed to the drawer’s face, enclosing it with the tips of his fingers before applying gentle pressure to ease the thing open.
The shock of it was a cold-water bucketful. The jolt of it brought his mind and body together again. He hadn’t actually expected to find anything at all beyond some underwear or a perhaps a book, something innocuous., and to see the great lump of moulded latex laid there had Glen’s eyes almost out on their stalks. He gaped at it, staring at its surface all criss-crossed with veiny protrusions, its girth and length, its sheer intimidating size, awful to behold.
Glen gawped, not believing what his eyes were telling his brain.
“Oh shit,” he mumbled, awed and enraptured, fascinated by the incredible find.
And he had the thing in his hand, testing its weight when the inevitable happened.
“You sneaky worm,” Alexandra said.
Her voice brought Glen’s head round. He saw her in the doorway. His sphincter loosened. Enough for Glen to feel the puff of fear pop from within.
Everything slewed. Glen’s mind refused to accept the reality of his situation. Time slowed. The final seconds before the crash. The adrenalin surge sent his heart racing, like a Formula One car off the grid. Glen was vaguely aware of the weight of his jaw, the dildo falling to the carpet at his feet, fingers suddenly nerveless.
Alexandra advanced. She scowled as she came, getting to within three feet of Glen before stopping. She glanced at the length of moulded latex laid on the floor, then folded her arms beneath her bosom, her stare burning a hole in her nephew.
“What the fuck are you doing up here?”
Her voice cracked like a whip, making Glen flinch. Her use of profanity shocked him. He knew his aunt could be feisty, but he’d never heard her swear properly before.
“What the very fuck are you doing snooping in drawers and looking at my personal things?”
A pause followed while Glen continued to gape, mouth hanging slack, the cogs inside his head jammed tight.
“Don’t just stand there like the idiot looking for the fucking village,” she said. “I asked you what you think you’re doing. And I want an answer.”
“I-uh-I’m sorry,” Glen mumbled as the awful reality began to percolate through.
Time began to speed up, his perception gaining equilibrium while a narrow channel within his mind worked with computer-quick speed, scenarios unfolding before him. It was one thing to covet his aunt’s body, her ripe maturity a siren-call to his youthful libido, but yet another prospect entirely to actually come face-to-face with the consequences of letting lust take control.
“Wuh-will you tell anyone about this?” Glen added, self-preservation at the forefront of his thinking. “I mean, my dad--”
“Would flay the fucking skin off you, you dirty little sneak,” Alexandra said for him, cutting Glen off. “He’s about sick to the back teeth with you, anyway. You’ve been in so much trouble he’s ready to send you off to the Foreign-fucking-Legion. You’re turning out to be a real disappointment, Glen. You’ve given the law a good excuse to stick their noses into his business … into our business. And now this…”
“I’m sorry, Aunt Sandy,” he said after a gulp of real dread. Her language was a cause for concern. Glen thought she must be really pissed off to be dropping the F-bomb in such indiscriminate fashion. “I didn’t mean to come in here,” he warbled. “I just needed the toilet.”
Alexandra blurted a laugh and scoffed at her nephew, shaking her head while a contemptuous sneer twisted her lips.
She mocked Glen with, “You’re taking the piss. We both know there’s the cloakroom downstairs. Don’t try to put that one past me, sunshine. You came up here with the express intention of nosing about. Well, you must be a right dozy git if you thought you could get away with it when I was in the house. Are you that thick? Are you that fucking stupid?” She uncrossed her arms and touched the tip of a forefinger against her temple, the red-painted talon tapping her head while Alexandra added, “You should’ve snuck in when I was out, you dim-witted berk.” Then she nodded and smirked. “Ah, but you don’t know the code to the fucking alarm, do you?” she said.
He didn’t know what to say. In the face of his aunt’s foul-mouthed fury, Glen was lost for an out.
“I really am sorry,” he whined.
The bravado of the past few months melted away. All the cocksure arrogance he’d displayed dissipated. To Alexandra, Glen looked to be just what he was – a scared young man in fear for his physical safety.
Showing no mercy, she refolded her arms and threw a look at the dildo. “I bet you are,” she said with a sneer. “Sorry you’ve been caught. Pick that up,” she snapped at her nephew. Alexandra gave a thrust of her chin towards the still-open drawer. “Put it away, you dirty little wanker. Go on, chop-chop. Don’t tell me you’ve gone all squeamish. You didn’t mind touching it before, did you?”
Glen apologised again as he bent down.
“I’m sorry, I really am sorry,” he said while cuffing at his eyes. He felt the deep shame, mortified by the abrupt and near-overwhelming need to cry.
“So you keep saying,” Alexandra said, moving in to push at Glen’s shoulder.
He staggered back a few steps. Then fell onto the bed, the dildo rolling out of his grip.
“What are you doing, Glen?” Alexandra went on, her tone and expression suggesting a great weariness. “You used to be such a sweet boy. Where did he go? Who are you now?”
Glen’s throat pumped while he struggled for answers. Truth was, he didn’t know why he’d done half the maniac things he’d done. It had just seemed like fun at the time.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Sandy,” was all he could think of to say.
Alexandra moved closer, stepping up to the edge of the bed, fists on her hips as she looked down at her nephew.
“You need to get a grip of yourself,” she said. “You’re a real arsehole, you know. And this thing you’ve got going on, this lurking around. I know you’ve been looking at me, Glen. I’ve seen you perving at my tits,” she added with a shake of her head. “I’m your dad’s sister. What are you thinking?”
“Yuh-you know?” stammered Glen, shocked at the news. He was incredulous, staggered by the revelation she was aware he’d been looking.
Alexandra rolled her eyes, chuckling as she said, “Of course I knew, Glen. I’m a woman, we know when a bloke’s ogling our tits. I’m forty-fucking-six. I’ve been married three times and had God-knows how many boyfriends in-between and after the husbands.
A hot tide of shame rushed over Glen. He gulped and blushed and tore his eyes away from Alexandra’s stare, her gaze too intense for him to take.
“Aunt Sandy, I can’t,” gurgled Glen. “Please, let me get up. I just want to go.”
“You’re kidding,” she snapped, the grin flicking away. Alexandra regarded her nephew with a stern look, peering over the rims of her glasses again. “You’re not going anywhere, mate. Leave now and I’ll tell your dad what a dirty little perv you are. I’ll tell him all about you looking at my tits and how I caught you sniffing my knickers.”
“But I haven’t--” began Glen.
“So? He doesn’t know that, does he. Your dad will believe me. Won’t he, Glen? I’ll tell him I caught you sniffing a used pair of my nix. I’ll cry and say you were using another pair to … to … to wank into, Glen.”
Glen boggled, watching in horror as his aunt’s expression disintegrated into a tremble-lipped parody of upset.
“It was awful,” she sobbed, apparently stricken and crying real tears. “I found him in my bedroom with his thing wrapped in my knickers. He was wanking and groaning and saying dirty things. He kept moaning about my boobs and my arse…
“I was so shocked,” said Alexandra, moving in close to loom over her nephew. She finished with a very convincing, “I was disgusted.”
Alexandra rose upright and stared at Glen, a smirk on her face while her hands went to the jut of her hips.
“You reckon that would impress my brother, eh, Glen? Well, do you?” she asked.
“Wuh-why are you doing this?” Glen murmured, blinking up at his aunt.
“To teach you a lesson. You think you can sneak around in my house? You’re well mistaken, my boy. I can put up with you taking a sly look at my boobs – you’re a bloke, after all. Nephew or not I can get my head around that. But there’s no way I can let you creep about and snoop into my business. So…” she finally went on to say. “…what you’re going to do now is tell me what it is you think you’re doing. I want to hear a confession, you sneaky turd.”
“Aunt Sandy, please.” The words came out choked and gurgling, Glen’s throat feeling swollen and dry.
“No, come on, let’s hear it,” Alexandra insisted.
She sat on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, the concavity causing Glen to slide in so their thighs and hips were touching.
Appalled at the physical contact, Glen shunted aside, his tongue sliding over lips gone dry in his anguish.
“I want to know when it started,” said Alexandra, crossing her legs at her thighs. She clocked Glen’s eyes flick to her legs, saw him blink as he tried to stop himself taking a look. “You know what it is, don’t you?” she added, her voice low and lulling. “You know what they call it, this thing you’ve got for me?”
Glen groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “I want to go, Aunt Sandy. Please let me go.”
She barked a laugh and followed up with a sharp, “No way, Glen. Not a chance, sweetie…
“And you haven’t answered my question. Do you know what it’s called?”
“I … I don’t understand.”
“You fancy me, don’t you?”
Glen couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. His aunt had to make do with his eyes squeezed tight while he nodded instead.
“And you want to sleep with me, yeah? You want to do things you know we shouldn’t be doing – Am I right?”
“God,” Glen hissed, the strain showing in his clenched jaw and gritted teeth, the word forced out of his mouth. “Yeah, you’re right,” Glen barked, eyes flashing fire with an upsurge of anger. “So what?” he added, rounding on his aunt.
“Well, it’s called incest, Glen,” Alexandra calmly responded, her steady gaze set on his face.
Glen rose to his feet. “I’m going,” he said.
Alexandra grabbed at his wrist. “No you’re not,” she said. “Your father will kick your arse and throw you out this time. You know he will, Glen. Incest with his sister? You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t just break your arms and your legs before he kicks your arse out the door. Sit down, you idiot,” Alexandra went on, releasing Glen’s wrist.
Glen glared at his aunt for a few seconds, indecision creasing his brow. He struggled on for a little while longer. Then his face finally slackened. Glen’s shoulders slumped as, defeated by threats of physical harm, he sat on the bed.
“So, when did it start?” Alexandra asked, not unkindly in the face of Glen’s dejected demeanour.
Glen glanced at his aunt, his eyes sliding away on a slick of embarrassment when he saw her looking straight into his face. Then he felt something loosen inside as a near euphoric wave surged within. He could just tell her. He could simply let it go. Why struggle? She knew, anyway – so what was the point in keeping the details secret? He really didn’t have anything to lose.
Sucking in a deep sigh, cheeks ballooning as he exhaled, Glen risked another quick look at her face, his eyes moving down to where her breasts put pressure on the buttons of her blouse, the gape revealing a whisper of Alexandra’s bra and a tantalising peek at her skin.
It took an effort of will to stop himself lunging, from tearing the blouse and burying his face in the deep crease between her breasts. His cock thickened and grew, the pressure focussing his mind and taking his attention down to the front of his jeans.
When he looked up into her face once again, Glen saw the smirk, the knowing twist to her lips and the light in her eyes which told him she’d also noticed his body’s response.
“At grandad’s birthday party,” Glen began.
Glen paused, sucking in air, taking down the deep breaths he needed to calm himself. He looked at his aunt, unsure about her reaction.
Wary, Glen stuttered, “Yuh-you were wearing that yellow dress. You’d just been away in Spain. Your hair was really pretty and you were so tanned. Thuh-that’s when I first noticed you were … well, a woman, I suppose.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Alexandra put in. “I remember catching you looking a couple of times.” She laughed and said, “I thought I had something wrong with me at first – like something hideous hanging out of my nose. But then I realised…”
Alexandra finished with a shrug and Glen’s face burned.
“Shit,” said Glen. His stomach sinking when he learned he’d been sussed since the beginning.
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