A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.

by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

As

a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very

disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I

felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract

money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations,

and I didn’t want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I

figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected,

my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.

“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.

“ I don’t know yet,” I replied.

As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”

I

wanted to cry something back, but I really didn’t have anything to say.

It also didn’t help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next

few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about

my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency,

but I felt like my parents didn’t want me in their house anymore. I had

always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming

unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every

day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I

had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.

All

this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his

sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we

had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn’t a

long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to

see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be

exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them

and was glad I could be there with them.

My Uncle had been a very

reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never

really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always

been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working

with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was

twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back

as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four

years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been

wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.

We

arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the

funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that

first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt

and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand,

decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle’s old study, and I found

it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of

his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.

The

next morning I awoke to my father’s hand gently shaking me. “John wake

up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder.

“Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I’ve been

riding you pretty hard and I’m sorry. I know you’ll figure it out and I

just want you know that I’ve got your back no matter what you choose to

do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really

opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half

asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both

literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he

finished. Although I didn’t admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what

work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping

around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am,

it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed

my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt’s barn.

Our

family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second

nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I

was willing to jump right in. Being on my father’s good side renewed my

attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle

and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad

laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.

“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.

“Yeah

that’s why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really

like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever

owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.

I also looked

around and could see the steam rising from the cows’ backs. The mornings

here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the

hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers’. It was a

beautiful scene, to say the least.

By the time we got back to the

house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling

with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences.

The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while

my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.

Tomorrow would

be my Uncle’s funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was

really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire

outside my Aunt’s house. I could see they were all men who were a lot

like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to

them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of

man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.

All

in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I

knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a

good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at

one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened

to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.

Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”

“No,

not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and

make sure she has what she needs. In any case she’s a strong woman and

she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his

beer.

After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I

think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated

on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about

it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.

“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.

With

that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire

before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old

tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a

small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.

“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan’s voice in the dark.

Quickly

I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from.

My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the

tractor.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.

Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.

I

tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last

thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only

slightly.

“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she

used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she

said sadly.

I noticed the distinct difference in some of the

grass’s color by the tractor’s rear and front wheel. When I looked back

up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not

to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to

do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a

looker. She had her mother’s brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go

with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips

and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.

“I’m sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.

“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.

Without

a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She

was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I

kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back

off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little

relieved and feeling generally good about myself.

The next morning

we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized

how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my

Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn’t feel like crying but

watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes

watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her

friends around her. She had always been daddy’s little girl, and now she

was reeling, having seen her father’s casket buried. We stayed there

hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn’t help but contemplate

all the changes death brought.

On the way back home, my father and

I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little

thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was

earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I

stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn’t help but agree. I

really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home,

and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father

off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn’t

waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.

The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don’t you have school?”

I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”

It

was the truth… school had ended, and she didn’t need to know that I

planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be

heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for

the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After

some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.

My father took

me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help

with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred

dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready

for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than

usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next

days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a

small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.

“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.

“I will Dad,” I replied.

My

Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight

behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished

by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don’t

be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”

She said, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.

I

waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my

Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I

found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.

That

day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my

Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk

to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would

be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and

the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this

lifestyle.

The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.

“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.

“Don’t worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.

Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she’d stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.

“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I’ll be fine with John here.”

And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt’s only company.

The

next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine.

Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about

tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As

the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her.

In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I

recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she

and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her

eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to

grow more and more fond of her.

The next morning I noticed I had

no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and

now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the

day before, but I didn’t see them anywhere. I only had the pair of

briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had

multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little

while, wondering what to do.

However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”

“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.

A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”

I yelled back, “Ummm I can’t find my jeans…”

A

couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her

say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They’re almost done but

you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said,

finally.

I searched the room for a towel but found none.

“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.

“Yeah,”

I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of

going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys’ was quite

frightening.

I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.

“Oh honey, you don’t wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.

“Umm no, I don’t really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.

“I’m sorry Honey, I didn’t know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.

“Its

okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My

embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face

turning red.

She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj’s,

and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj’s were

probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her

ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly,

and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn’t think I could

be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook

awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I

didn’t have to stand up soon.

“Honey, can you get me the flour that’s behind you in that cupboard, I’m going to make some pancakes,” she said.

“Oh, that’s okay Aunt Rose, I don’t want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn’t ask me to get something else.

“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.

I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn’t find it.

“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.

“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.

Finally,

I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn’t see

the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but

decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area

with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to

her, I extended it to her.

“How bout you help me make them,” she

said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort.

She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about

anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.

“I don’t really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.

“That’s okay, I’ll teach you,” she replied quickly.

She

grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down

towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition

was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become

so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking

over the elastic band of my underwear.

“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.

Her

left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the

spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was

done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.

“Honey, honey

its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that

counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said

in the same tender tone.

I made my way to the towel and went back

to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a

sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.

“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn’t have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”

I

slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the

table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly

hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a

smile when she caught my stare.

“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.

She

turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her

shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her

breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my

mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.

“See,

now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and

her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you

might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and

again,” she said coyly.

I roused myself and tried to concentrate

on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose’s incredible, round, soft

tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see

them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a

shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to

breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to

fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel

their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her

shirt back on.

“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.

“I won’t,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.

“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.

“Will do,” I replied.

“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”

I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”

[to be continued in ‘Mating Season’]

by Jism786 for Literotica