Proof of Love Ch. 01

So, as is traditional, here are the warnings ahead of time:

This story contains incest of the aunt/nephew variety.

As well as inbreeding.

That is all.

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Jason and his dad had a lot in common.

Granted, being his son, it went without saying that he physically resembled him. A younger, handsomer, smarter model if you asked the 18-year-old. A little shit that was a bit too confident if you asked his old man. But blood didn't lie.

At 6 feet of height, Jason wasn't even done with his growth spurt and he'd already reached his father's height. He was dark-haired, he was blue-eyed, he had a strong jaw and his hair went down to his ears.

He was clean-shaven, as all the swimmers in the swim club had to be. That was to say, he was clean-shaven everywhere outside of his eyebrows and head. It was one of the sacrifices he'd needed to make, but being part of the swimming club seemed to more than make up for it. At the very least, the results of his participation were noticeable.

There was no two ways about it: Jason was a handsome boy. He had that weird mix of bulky features, like a broad back and broad chest, and lithe features, like skinny arms and legs, that allowed one to do well in that sport. Now, his father, Johnson, was bald, though he had possessed black hair once upon a time too. He was fat, though he had been a muscled Lothario in his youth. He had a serious set face, though he had possessed that shine that Jason's eyes had years past.

The present differences emphasised the past similarities. Time passed, but the resemblance remained.

However, being a specimen that couldn't help but be his father's son isn't why this comparison is being made.

Because, in many ways, Jason was continuing off where his father left off.

"Jason, can't you put the phone down for a second?" the voice of a woman in her 30s said. Looking at her, there was a resemblance there, too.

One that both father and son shared.

"I'm paying attention, Aunt," Jason said as he twiddled with the phone in question.

The whole thing was being recorded, "I promise."

"A nice older girl is with you; being in your phone like that just makes me look bad," the woman, the aunt, pouted.

The boy smirked, "You make it sound like we are going out, Aunty."

"Ptff-I would never!" she sputtered back, but the damage was done.

Her composure was destroyed.

"Then don't make it sound like we are, or people might start getting ideas," Jason stuck his tongue out at her.

"How? I am not being loud at all," Claudia grumbled.

"I mean," Jason rubbed his chin, "I might start getting ideas."

"I-you-" Claudia flushed again, "Stop doing that! I am the cool older aunt! I am the one who is supposed to do the teasing!"

"I mean, it got me to put my phone down, didn't it?" Jason said, but the phone wasn't really off.

It was still filming them.

"I am starting to wonder why I even brought you," Claudia grumbled again.

"Isn't that because dad and ma needed some alone time, and it was either this or being kicked out?" Jason helpfully asked, "And if I went to hang out with my friends, you'd be all alone?"

"I said," Claudia's lips slanted, "I wonder why I bother having you with me."

"...because if I didn't, you'd be a sad mop when I came to get you?" Jason replied.

"You don't know that!" Claudia was clearly aghast.

"It's what happens every time you go hang out with your old friends," Jason shrugged, "I am clearly the best choice you have."

"You are not cute anymore, you cheeky brat," Claudia frowned.

"I hope not," Jason smirked.

"I am not a kid anymore."

This was something his father used to do.

Being Claudia's casual company, that is.

It wasn't something Johnson had particularly liked, and Claudia would admit being ashamed about it, but there was no helping it: Claudia was sort of a failure as a girl.

Back when they were young, bringing her brother along kept her from feeling like a third wheel when hanging out with her friends and their boyfriends. With him, she could have gone to the mall or the arcade and not feel self-conscious about herself. She could have, to those that didn't know her, sort of implied she had something going on in her life and, in that way, live a little.

But, of course, her brother had his own life.

At some point, Johnson met Jason's mother, and these sorts of outings stopped.

But then Jason got old enough to start keeping her company and he took up this old familial duty from his father.

A 10-year-old had so many better things to do than go around being his aunt's only friend.

But puberty had hit him upside the head and opened his mind.

At 5 feet and 6 inches of height, Claudia wasn't exactly breaking any records for height or shortness. But it would be fair to say that was the only regard in which she was "average".

Wearing thick round glasses, the familial blue eyes that everyone but Jason's mom shared were starkly deep when it came to her. They were beautiful, if unfortunately distorted by the magnification of her eyewear. The small lips that adorned her face were well used to pouting, yet the fact that she never wore lipstick made them disappear into the creamy taupe of her skin. Dimples dotted her generous cheeks, yet a general lack of sunlight made them fade as well.

Being a generally poor dresser, the loose-fitting shirt that Claudia wore made her look fat. But anyone who knew her knew that was because the two huge chunks of mammary organs that she had in her chest made her shirt bloat out. Given that her ass and her hips were very large as well, the ill-fitting pants that she'd always worn since high school just rounded her outline too much.

This, along with the general slouch that she walked with, as if she were trying to hide herself, did not let her look as good as Jason knew that she could.

But then, that was also her charm.

"Hey," she snapped, "Are you still going to keep being on the phone?"

"Fine, fine," Jason patiently allowed, "I suppose giving people the idea that your boyfriend is ignoring you would be bad."

"Boyfriend?" Claudia shrieked, and the scene cut off.

It started again, without stopping, at some other time.

One might think it was night but, no, those familiar with Claudia recognized the room in display and knew that it was always this dark.

Claudia's room might have been fine for a school kid half her age if she had been a boy rather than the adult woman she was.

As is, the dirty clothes strewn around the room, and the multiple monitors providing the only light that she mostly got, made for a rather uncomfortable atmosphere if you weren't its traditional occupant.

Or Jason.

"You know," he said, once again pointing his phone at a woman who was only wearing panties at this point, "If I had my room like this, Mom and Dad would kill me, I think. No way would they allow me to go anywhere if it were half as bad."

"Are you here just to insult me, or is there a point to this?" she cross her arms underneath her bountiful chest.

Given her state of being, it was probably safe to conclude that it was at night. Claudia was a programmer who did commission work from home, and so the time of day could be discerned by how disheveled she was.

And she was very disheveled now.

Her hair was very greasy, falling down in thick dark curls. Her skin was glistening with a mixture of sweat and skin oil, her shirt was utterly crumpled, and her panties were riding up her ass.

Given how long she'd sat, they were more like a thong now. At the very least, the viewer would be capable of spotting the pubic hair poking out of the corner of her undergarments.

And Jason evidently did.

"I am just saying, Aunt Claudia," he freely said as he walked into the room as if it belonged to him, "I could do better than this."

The 18 year old boy set his phone angled on a nearby table so that it would catch most of the room as he did.

"Here to insult me it is!" Claudia sighed as she took off the headphones connected to her computer, "Listen, Jason, just because you do me a lot of favours, doesn't mean you can just come here to interrupt my work!"

Jason casually glanced at the monitors and raised an eyebrow, "Is watching cartoons a job now?"

"It's an anime!" Claudia angrily corrected, "And, for your information, watching them helps me concentrate!"

"Fine, fine," Jason put his hands up, "Japanese cartoons, got it."

"These kids, I swear," Claudia grumbled under her breath.

"But, for your information, that wasn't a criticism I just made." Jason gestured.

"It was an offer."

"You...want to clean my room?" Claudia frowned.

"I want to live in it," Jason, his eyes all of a sudden sharp, clearly said.

The older woman's jaw fell, and she stared at the boy with her mouth agape.

"Y-you know that we are not actually going on dates and j-junk, right?" she peeped.

Jason was in front of her then, putting her hands on the armrests of her swivel chair, and leaning in so that his face was inches away from his aunt's.

"I know," Jason seriously said.

"And if it infuriates me."

"Oh..." Claudia replied.

The feed cut off.

The scene started again, a few dates later by date, this time with only a single monitor to provide any light.

"You-we can't keep doing this," Claudia said as Jason advanced on her, "I-I am your aunt!"

"Keep it quiet, Aunty," Jason said as he got to her. She was sitting on the bed, and her face, even in the low light, was visibly flushed. "We don't want to awaken my parents, do we?"

"Well, no, but that's not the point!" she tried to interject again.

But the young man was already on her.

Kissing her lips.

"No, this is," he breathlessly said after he let go of her.

"Stop it, this is wrong," she complained and, weakly, pushed Jason away.

The young man allowed the weak push to send him off.

"I want to make you my woman, Aunt," her nephew breathed, "I want to take over your poor, sad, shitty life and consume it."

"Really? That's your idea of being romantic?" for the first time in this conversation, Claudia actually sounded upset.

"I have no blinders about you, Aunt," Jason gloated, "I know exactly how badly you keep yourself and your life."

"It makes me want to reach out and put my hands you, so that I can correct you."

"You'll do better under me," the young man promised, a glint in his eye.

The older woman shivered under his gaze.

"So what can I do that will make you mine?"

The scene cut off again. The date on the screen skipped by a week.

When it started, the phone was pointing straight at Claudia's body.

Her chest was bare, and her humongous tits were splaying over the bed.

"D-do you really have to film this?" the older disheveled woman, hair still greasy, skin still creepily translucent with her sweat, nervously asked.

The phone went down, and the naked crotch of the woman was fully on display.

Along with a foot-long cock above it.

"This is my first time with my lovely Aunt," Jason said, "I mean, I begged you so much that I thought it would take me a year to get to this point, not a week. Breaking records is the sort of thing that's filmed, you know."

"It's creepy," she said.

"It's for posterity," Jason claimed.

Claudia sighed and looked away from the phone, "...I still think you could be doing better than me."

The hang not holding the phone reached out.

And closed around the older woman's neck.

"Never," Jason hissed as Claudia choked, "You are EXACTLY what I need."

And then he kissed her.

"Someone to toy with," he said before going down for another peck.

"Someone to fix," he said before licking the contour of her chin.

"Someone to love," he declared before pushing his tongue against her small lips.

And then opening her mouth with them.

"Is that enough proof?" he finally let go of his aunt's neck.

The imprint of his fingers in it was undeniably clear. They were red marks that would linger.

But, despite that, the flush in Claudia's face was redder than that.

"D-do me already, Daddy!" Claudia spluttered.

Jason paused.

And then he smirked, "See, I told you I was a romantic."

"That was the exact opposite of being romaaaantic!" Claudia started to grouse but stopped as a big glans pushed against her cunt.

Her pussy lips spread around that mushroom head as her nephew mercilessly pushed on, making his huge pecker disappear inside her vagina.

"And?" he eagerly asked, "Go on, you cut off there, Aunty."

"And-and-" the older woman started to moan as the boy spread her insides with his cock.

A slight bulge was visible in her lower stomach as Jason thrust more and more of his dick, "See, this is why you never got a boyfriend, Aunt Claudia; you can't speak clearly."

"And I LOVE IT, YOU DUMB BRAT!" Claudia moaned outloud.

"See, was that so hard?" Jason asked, "Here, as a reward-"

He leaned down to kiss her lips.

But Claudia rushed up and eagerly did so herself.

"T-there, I am the adult here!" she said with slight pride.

Pride that crumbled into a lust-full grown as Jason nestled into her neck.

And bit it.

"A Jason-style hickie," the young man said as he pulled up, "With more teeth than lip."

"Just to show you who's boss,"

"Y-yes, Daddy!" Claudia moaned again as Jason fully inserted himself into her.

And then did so again, far faster and more violently then he had before, he pulled out.

And slammed into her.

"I don't care how slovenly you are," the boy growled as he hammered into her, "Point in fact, I love it!"

He smashed her crotch so hard, that he made their bodies clap.

"I don't care how shitty your style is!" Jason groaned, "It does things to me!"

"I don't care how bad of a wife people might think you'd be!" Jason said as he fucked her again, "Your hidden beauty, your understated charm, your fantastic assets, your glorious tits and ass...these are things only I need to know about."

"W-wife?" Claudia shrieked in a small voice.

"What else would I do with you?" Jason demanded, "I don't think I will- I don't think I can!- ever let you go."

"You still think I am not serious?" Jason asked as he moved in and out of her.

"You still think I am just doing a prank?" he demanded.

"I want to consume you totally, Aunt Claudia!" he said as he came to a stop.

Eyes widening, Claudia moaned as she evidently felt him go off in her.

Jason triggered her orgasm by seeding her himself.

"So please, be mine!"

Audible sounds of fluid moving under pressure managed to register on the phone as Claudia's stomach actually started to bloat.

The shape of her uterus pressed against her belly as it was filled with incestuous cream and her mouth was rendered into an "o" as she was bred.

And then Jason collapsed on top of her.

The phone only looked at the ceiling now, the boy having momentarily forgotten about it.

Only the breathing of their bodies revealed that they were still there.

As were the last few begging words, more befitting of the insecure young man that Jason really was, that were uttered before the video ended.

"Please, say yes."

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I stood still as I watched the video, the screen fading to black and the video coming to an end.

My name is Johnson, and I was the brother of the lady in the video...as well as the father of the boy who took it.

My iPad had run out of energy and, so, I had asked my boy if I could go and use his. It was the 14th of February and tax season was in full steam.

I was considering taking my wife out somewhere nice for today, but I wanted to make sure how much I had to put aside so that we wouldn't get a polite but threatening letter from the tax agency.

It was pretty poor planning to do all this on Valentine's day, I will fully admit, but I was a busy man. Turns out, I was missing a whole lot more than I ever would have realized.

Jason's iPad was recharging in his room and all I needed to do was log in and print a few documents.

But this video, with my sister fully naked, was what greeted me when I logged into it.

My boy must have been watching this and forgot that he had when he gave me permission to do this.

And, well, seeing a thumbnail of my sister naked on my son's iPad was not the sort of thing that I could leave alone. Nevermind that it was inappropriate, I had to know how far this went so that I could engage in damage control; it wouldn't do for my son to creep my sister out.

And yet, this went so much farther than I could have ever thought.

I put down the iPad and lost myself in thought.

Claudia and Jason HAD been hanging out more of a sudden than they used to do, hadn't they? For more than a month, my boy had been accompanying her with with even more frequency than I ever had when I was young and felt pity for my introverted sister.

She had never grown out of her shell, and it had hurt me to put the burden of getting her out of it on my son's shoulders. However, since he didn't seem to mind, I put the matter out of my mind, no matter how intense it had evidently got.

You don't look a gift horse in the mouth, after all.

And yet...it was evident that I should have.

But, for all that, what was I going to do now?

The urge to march to them and put a stop to it, to call the cops if I needed to, was strong.

And yet...this was the happiest that I had ever seen my sister.

And, as for my son?

Well, the video, if nothing else, proved it; he had been the one to initiate things, and that he was way more of a weirdo than I had thought.

But was that a sin? I mean, yeah.

But I couldn't fault it.

Not when they were both adults. Not when they could shoulder the consequences of it.

Not...when it would harm all of our relationships with each other if I did.

So, maybe I could tolerate it?

I laughed; might as well accept it at that point, no? "Tolerate it" my ass; if they were really in a newphew/aunt relationship, it was a matter of rejecting or embracing it. There could be no middle ground here.

So, I resolved myself.

I suppose I could allow room in my heart for my sister and son to be together.

And then, I noticed it.

A little gift wrapped left for my son in his table stand.

I was not a voyeur by nature, but given the circumstances, I couldn't resist myself.

I grabbed the box and opened it.

I then immediately wished I hadn't.

Inside was a pregnancy test, with two lines confirming that someone was pregnant in it.

Along with it was a short note that read:

"You show me yours and I show you mine, isn't that how it's played?

Well, you are bossy, pushy brat, and you are always teasing me and making me mad. Is that really what you like? Well, whatever, it was my turn to show you that I love your bratty ass. I know you'd be fine with me simply letting you take the lead always, but I had to do more. Which, um, sort of implies I planned this but whatever, think what you like!

The point is...this is the proof of my love.

Congratulations, Daddy."