Aunt Theresa's Revenge

Summary:A young man begins a sexual relationship with his black sheep Aunt around the holidays. All characters involved in sexual situations are 18+.

Content/kinks:Age gap, Aunt/Nephew, hot tub, sexting, blowjob, pregnancy risk, hidden motives

My mom was the eldest of five. Jill (that's Mom), Uncle Ian, Aunt Annie, Uncle Nick and Aunt Theresa. The cousins and I used the acronym JIANT to remember the order, and we'd always sound it out at family reunions and holidays, our aunts and uncles gamely standing up or pointing to themselves when their letter was called.

"It's a good thing Mom and Dad had their little accident," Mom used to say, cruelly, about her sister Theresa, who came unexpectedly when Mom was 10. "You kids would never remember JIAN."

As the years rolled by, family holidays became fewer and fewer. Us kids grew up, had our own schedules and activities that dominated the calendar. But Christmas was always at Grandma's house. Every year, we'd all descend on the ancestral Nelson family home, getting together with our aunts and uncles and cousins to exchange gifts, play games and watch Home Alone movies.

One year, I noticed someone was missing.

"Mom," I asked, when I was about 13. "Where's Aunt Theresa?"

"Not coming," she said. "The holidays are hard for her, Tommy. It's better she not come, I think."

Aunt Theresa had been married a few times, each one shorter than the last (I don't think I'd even met her third husband), and had no kids of her own. I guess it made sense that Christmas might be tough, seeing her siblings and their happy families, surrounded by nieces and nephews. I figured she was jealous. The way Mom and Dad told it, she had really loved her first husband, some older banker named Tim I barely remembered, but he got a heart attack or something and died. The next two ended in divorce. Pat, some guy she had run around with in high school, who smelled like cigarettes and got too drunk at reunions. And then her third, Nestor or something, ended after only a couple of months. None of the family even went to the wedding.

Still, it bummed me out that she didn't come around anymore. Theresa was the prettiest of her sisters, not that it really mattered all that much, but she was always really nice to me. I came to resent her a little bit for ditching the family, to be honest.

Grandma died during the Fall of my first year of college, and I saw my Aunt Theresa at the funeral for the first time in half a decade. She was 35 by then, but I was shocked by how little she had changed in the five years since I'd seen her last. She'd colored her hair a little, her dark brown hair highlighted with subtle streaks of blonde and red, but otherwise she looked the same as she did in all the pictures we had. She didn't look a day over 30. I guess it hadn't been as long for her as it seemed for me. 13 to 18 was a bigger leap than 30 to 35.

"Theresa's dress," Mom said, whispering a little too loudly into Dad's ear. "So inappropriate."

I didn't think it was so inappropriate. I guess it was a little short, falling just beneath mid-thigh, and I guess you could have seen her cleavage behind the sheer fabric that covered it up. But it was black. It was long-sleeved. It seemed suitably mournful to my 18-year-old eyes. Besides, she looked fantastic.

I figured Mom was just jealous of her body, her good looks. Aunt Theresa could've passed for 20s, easily. Mom looked every bit the 45-year-old in her black frock.

Dad just grunted his assent. I wondered what he really thought.

The funeral was an opportunity to make amends, it turned out. Mom was the new Queen Bee of the family, and she told Theresa to stop avoiding everyone, to come back to Christmas. Our house was big enough to host, and the other JIANTs had already agreed to come. Theresa agreed, and looked me up and down as Mom went to say goodbye to her other siblings.

"You've grown up," she said, her blue-green eyes holding my own.

I stood up a little straighter. I was over six feet tall, now. Half a foot taller than she was. It felt good that she noticed, even if the comment was a little obvious. Of course I'd grown up.

"I'll see you at Christmas," she said, turning and walking off to the parking lot without another comment to her brothers and sisters.

"It's not like she has other Christmas plans," Mom said on the ride home from the cemetery. "I don't know. Maybe it's a mistake to invite her."

"Why don't you like Aunt Theresa, Mom?" I asked from the back seat, watching her eyes in the rear-view mirror. Mom seemed to bristle at my question.

"It's not that I don't like her," Mom said. "It's that... you know, she doesn't like anybody. Let's put it that way. I honestly wasn't even sure she was going to come to the funeral."

"I think it's good that you've reconciled," Dad said, patting Mom's leg. "Family is important. Now especially."

There was something they weren't telling me. I was sure of it. I chalked it up to them still treating me like a kid, even though I was 18. I could vote. I could get conscripted to the army. But I wasn't yet old enough to handle family secrets, I guess. I put my headphones in and listened to my own tunes for the rest of the ride home.

Christmas Eve was a little strange without Grandma, when it came around, but it was nice to do it at our own house for a change. As the cousins arrived, we made a beeline to the basement where we played Smash Brothers and Mario Party. I was the eldest, and so I usually won. With a half year of college at my back, I was feeling really old compared to my cousins. After me, the oldest was my cousin Hughie, at 16, and he still acted like a 14-year-old, bitching and moaning about the games. Pretty soon I left them to it, sneaking upstairs to hang with the grown-ups.

That's when I saw Theresa again, who had arrived fashionably late after I'd already gone downstairs. She had worn a red turtleneck and a short black skirt, her narrow waist cinched with a big, leather belt. Her legs were covered by sheer, black tights, and she had little black ankle boots on. Those red and blonde highlights from the funeral were gone, her hair dyed a shade or two darker. She looked incredible, and I tried to remember if her chest had always been that big, that perfectly-shaped. I couldn't understand why a woman as good-looking as that couldn't keep a man. Any man would've had her, I thought.

Dad agreed to let me have some wine, even though I wasn't 21 yet, and I sipped glass after glass of red as I told my aunts and uncles about college. My classes. My friends.

"What about girls, Tommy?" Theresa asked, swirling Cabernet in her glass.

"Don't tease him," Mom said. I stood up straight and sipped my glass. Things still seemed a little tense between them.

"I'm not teasing him," Theresa said, smiling at me, tilting her head a little, her gold earrings dangling against her neck. "Good looking guy like him probably has them barking at his door day and night."

"Barking?" Mom asked, rolling her eyes.

"You know how college girls can get," Theresa said, winking.

"I do okay," I said.

Theresa's eyebrows lifted.

"I bet you do."

Dinner meant more wine. Dessert meant more wine. Soon, I was feeling pretty tipsy, and put my glass aside to do a jigsaw puzzle with Mom and Aunt Annie in the living room while Dad and Uncle Ian watched the Celtics game and Bing Crosby crooned from the surround sound speakers. I watched Theresa out of the corner of my eye, sitting alone at the kitchen table, sipping wine and doing something on her phone. From my position on the floor, I could just barely see up her skirt, or at least I could see the shadowy, black triangle between her legs. I looked up. She was smiling at me, and I quickly turned my attention back to the jigsaw puzzle.

By midnight, the cousins had all gone to bed, and even some of the adults had retired. I brought my two presents for Mom and Dad downstairs and put them under the tree, while JIAN organized their own into neat piles for each family. Theresa kept drinking wine alone at the kitchen table.

"Merry Christmas, Tommy!" Mom said, giving me a big hug and yawning. "I'll see you in the morning. Don't stay up too late."

The adults climbed the stairs. I poured myself another glass of red, and sat down beside Theresa at the kitchen table.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

Theresa locked her phone and placed it face down on the table.

"Just catching up with some friends," she said, smiling. Her teeth and lips were marked with wine, her speech as slow as mine. "Season's greetings, and all. But why don't we catch up? Now that the grown-ups are all gone."

"You're a grown-up," I said, sipping my glass, hoping I sounded mature. "I'm a grown-up now, too, you know. I'm an adult."

"I can see that," Theresa said, leaning forward and grazing my bicep with her fingers. "So what's the real scoop at college? Jill's gone, now. You fucking anybody or what?"

I nearly spat. Theresa sat back in her chair, flipping her hair off her shoulders.

"College is the best," she continued, leaning back in the chair, her red turtleneck stretching over her chest. "You have to make the most of it. You'll never have that kind of freedom again. Marriage. Kids."

"You never had kids," I said, regretting it instantly, worrying I'd touched a nerve.

"No," she said thoughtfully. "I guess I never gave up my freedom, did I?"

We sat there for an awkward few seconds, and I wished she would change the subject.

"You know," she said. "Your mom was bragging about that hot tub you have outside. I was waiting for everyone to go to bed so I might take a dip. But seeing as you're still up, why don't you join? You can show me how to work the controls."

I was feeling pretty drunk by then, and the thought of seeing Aunt Theresa in a swimsuit sounded pretty good to me. And the hot tub would feel real nice in the cold air.

"Ok," I said. "Let me go get my trunks."

Theresa waved her hand.

"Who needs em," she said. "I didn't bring a suit."

"But we..."

"I can keep a secret if you can," she said. "Besides. I wanna see what those college girls are working with."

The night was cool as we walked across the yard to the little pool house, towels in our hand, breath crystallizing in the air. We dropped our towels on two chaise lounges, and I looked back at the house to confirm the upstairs lights were off before lifting the cover off the tub. The water rippled and steamed, and by the time I turned around, Theresa had her turtleneck off, standing and shivering in her black miniskirt and a lacy, red bra, her breath steaming.

"Well don't gawk at me, Tommy," she said, unbuckling her belt and sliding her skirt down her legs. Theresa wore matching red panties under those black tights, and she peeled them off, pulling them down from her waist and wiggling her way out of them. "It makes a girl feel self-conscious."

I ripped my shirt over my head and dropped my khakis, shivering in my boxers myself, and I stepped down into the hot tub, feeling my skin tighten as the hot water hit my cold legs. Sinking down into the tub, I pushed and turned away, making sure I had a good view of Theresa as she entered.

But she didn't enter. She just stood there in her red lingerie. It was hard to believe she wanted to wear that in the hot tub. They looked expensive, but I didn't say anything.

"You go swimming in your underwear?" She asked, an eyebrow arched.

"Yeah..." I said. "You said you didn't bring a suit."

Theresa laughed.

"Oh, Tommy."

I sat amazed as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The tension in the fabric collapsed and it fell away from her body, sliding down her arms and exposing her pale, white tits to the ghostly light reflecting off the hot tub. She placed the bra on top of her clothes, and then wiggled her panties down her hips and thighs, her trim, dark bush drawing my eyes like magnets. All the girls I'd been with at school had shaved their pussies, and I'd never seen a real, live bush in person. It was like looking at something out of a vintage girly mag, like a Playboy, or something.

I looked away as she stepped into the water, trying not to stare, her perfect body tugging at the edges of my attention as she slipped under the surface, my dick growing harder by the moment. I hoped she couldn't tell.

"Ahhh," she said, breaching the surface and running her fingers through her wet hair. "Oh, that's just heaven."

The water slapped against the walls, and I turned the jets on, leaning against them and feeling them massage my back.

"There are, uh, more jets over here," I said, glancing sidelong at the house, ensuring all those upstairs rooms remained dark and that nobody was walking around the first floor, looking for a glass of water or something. "I could trade places."

"No need."

Theresa glided over to my side and sat beside me, leaning back and positioning herself around the jets. Water bubbled up around her body, and her nipples rested just above the water's surface, the little currents and eddies swirling around them as they floated there.

"You ever fuck any of your girlfriends out here?"

I gulped. Theresa had a one-track mind.

"No," I said. "I was a virgin until college. I had some girls over for, like, pool parties and stuff. One time, we dared a couple of the girls to go topless, but that's as far as it went."

Theresa closed her eyes and let her legs float off the seat, her toes breaking the surface, her bush clearly visible in the pale, blue water.

"Pool sex is a little overrated, if you ask me," Theresa said, her eyes still closed. I checked every couple of seconds when I wasn't ogling her. My dick was hard as fuck, and I waved my hands in the water in front of me to obscure it.

"I, uh... I wouldn't know," I said. "I wouldn't say it's, like, high on my list or anything."

She opened an eye and I shot my face forward.

"No?" She asked. "What's high on your list?"

I cringed.

"I can't tell you that," I said. "You're my aunt. It's weird."

"Well that's no fun," she said.

Theresa kicked at the water and held her arms up on the deck, lifting her nipples clean out of the water. She bobbed her head left and right, giggling a little.

"My hair's getting all hard," she said. "The air's frozen it solid. Go on, feel it."

I hesitated, scooching my butt back against the wall to better hide my boner. Theresa shook her head a bit, and I reached out of the water, touching her hard, wet hair, stroking it with my fingers, squeezing it and feeling the little ice crystals breaking under my touch.

"Why don't you take your boxers off?" She said. "It feels a little strange to be the only one naked. It's more comfortable, anyway."

She would see my boner, I realized. Oh well, I thought. I yanked my boxers off and threw them to the side of the tub, where they hit the pavers with a wet slap. I returned my hands to the area in front of me, collecting the jet bubbles and obscuring her view.

"What do you want for Christmas, Tommy?"

"Uh, I asked for a new phone."

Theresa nodded. Her bush had breached the surface, now, and little drops of water clung to her pubic hairs. They'd be getting hard soon, I realized. Just like the hair on her head. I wanted to reach out and touch her bush. See if I was right.

"What, uh... what do you want for Christmas?"

I turned and saw that she had been watching me ogle her bush. I cringed a little and dipped my head down, submerging half my face in the bubbling water.

"I want a kiss," she said, her lips just parted. "What d'ya think? Would you give your poor, old Aunt a kiss, Tommy?"

If I had been hard before, I was fit to burst, then. It was wrong, I knew. Wrong to ogle your aunt. Wrong to kiss your aunt. But she asked. She wanted it. It suddenly felt inevitable, like it was the whole reason she'd brought me out here. And so I obliged.

She tasted like peppermint and red wine, and her tongue felt luxurious in my mouth. She moaned softly, water lapping at her breasts, and she climbed on top of my lap while we made out.

I had to remember to breathe, I was feeling so light-headed. But I didn't want it to stop. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her tight to me, feeling my cock pressing against her bush, feeling her squeeze her ass cheeks together as she slowly bucked against me.

For a moment, I forgot she was my Aunt. I had done it with some pretty hot girls at school, but none were in Theresa's league. None kissed like she did. None moved like she did.

None styled their pubic hair like she did.

It could have been seconds. Minutes. I lost track of time, focused only on the feeling of her tongue, her body. My head was spinning from the booze and the heat. Finally, she reached under the water and grabbed my penis, squeezing it and giggling.

"This is so naughty," she said. "Your mom would kill me."

"She'd... she'd kill us both," I said.

"No," Theresa said, tracing a nail on my cheek. "No, you're Jill's special boy. She could never be mad at you."

I spread her ass under the water, kneading her soft flesh with my fingers, my hips swiveling of their own accord. Theresa arched an eyebrow.

"Tommy..."

I lifted her up.

"You can't tellanyone," she said. "I mean it."

I nodded. I'd have agreed to anything. Any condition. Any requirement. It was enough for her, apparently. She squeezed me again, shifted her hips a little, and guided me in.

We sighed in unison and looked past each other, cheek to cheek, as we fucked in the hot tub. Theresa's pussy swallowed me whole, and while the water was warm, she was even warmer, slick and wet on the inside, grinding on me, swirling my dick at the base as we both grunted softly in the ghostly light, breath still crystallizing in the air above the tub.

"Oh, this is so bad," she said. "This is so, so bad."

I let her lead, holding her tight and letting her work her hips on me. Bad or not, she seemed to be enjoying herself, showing no signs of any second thoughts.

I moved my hands up and down her body, watching my breath leak out in steady bursts, gasping every so often when I felt her tits graze my chest, when I felt her squeeze her pussy muscles around my cock.

I was no match for her. I was no match for the moment. It could have been seconds. Minutes. But it was going to end too soon.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," I said. "Aunt Theresa..."

"Shh," she said, grinding down harder, putting a hand on my shoulder and leaning back, letting me get a good look at her perfect tits as she worked me off. "Fill me up. Fill me up, Tommy."

Had I not been so drunk, I might have pushed her off. Hell, I wouldn't have been out there at all if I wasn't as drunk as I was. But hearing my gorgeous aunt tell me to finish inside her sent me over the edge. I spammed and shuddered, my twitching cock held in place by her warm canal. By the time I stopped coming, we were kissing again, my spent cock twitching inside her with every circle of the tongue.

"Remember," she said, her forehead pressed against mine. "Not a word of this. We'll be in so much trouble."

We climbed out of the tub dried off in silence, as if the spell had been broken.

Tip-toeing into the house, wet boxers in hand, we parted ways with a chaste kiss on the cheek, her finger on my lips, a mysterious smile on hers.

My alarm clock was the sound of Christmas cheer the next morning, and I awoke with a pounding headache and the lurching sensation of a mistake just remembered. I had fucked my Aunt in my parents' hot tub. Jesus Christ, I thought.

And on Jesus's birthday, of all things.

Aunt Theresa was already seated on the couch, a coffee mug in hand and not a hair out of place as I entered the living room in my Christmas PJs. She smiled as if nothing had happened, lounging in a chunky Christmas sweater and tight, black leggings. I tried not to look at her, and said nothing but a general "Merry Christmas" to the whole family.