Unspoken Passions
Introduction:
Twelve year old Cameron has a sexual awakening
It was pouring down hard and the field was all muddy and wet. I had watched all the other boys leave one by one. Most of them had parents who stayed and watched the game. The only thing keeping me from mother nature was a thin soccer jersey with my favorite number on the back. I made my way to a wooden picnic table I used to sit under to wait for my mom when I was younger. I crawled under and wondered how I ever fit under here before. My limbs jut out the side a bit awkwardly as I sat on my soccer ball.
Thunder clapped in the sky and I hugged my knees. I wasn’t entirely shocked she forgot me, again. I finally saw the maroon colored minivan pulling up the road. I opened the door, ready to give her a piece of my mind: reminding her that she does this all this time and that this time I would never forgive her.
“Hey, Cameron” she said with a smile.
“Hi” I got in the car hesitantly. To my surprise, was my Aunt, Jillian– my mother’s younger sister.
“Your mom had something come up at work. She asked me to pick you up 20 minutes ago. Sorry, man. How long have you been out there?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. She reached over to me and ran her hand across my head.
“You’re soaked! Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon to get you something warm to eat,” her long wavy blonde hair came down the front of her chest. “You know, I don’t know how your mom drives this big thing around. I’m used to my little car.”
The sky lit up and then darkened again. The rain poured down in what seemed to be buckets and the wipers moved from side to side violently. She wore a snug gray t-shirt and pair of denim shorts. I realized that her hair was dripping water onto her smooth golden thighs.
“I can’t see shit!” she laughed nervously. “Oh, sorry,” she said looking at me, acknowledging her swear word. I looked away, not sure what to say. “How is school going?”
“It’s summer,” I mumbled with my head leaning against the window.
“Oh, right,” She stopped at a red light and checked her phone. It was the last light before the two mile road to my house. There were hardly any cars out from what I could see. The ones that were out had their brights on and their wipers flailing just as wildly.
She started driving again and the car skid slightly. “Woah, gotta be careful”. The road had many winding turns up the hill to my house. My mother had picked this place because of the seclusion from the rest of the town. Nothing was visible outside the window up the road. She drove slowly up the road. Her phone, that was now resting in the cupholder between our seats, suddenly received a text message that read Can’t fuck you tonight, baby. She didn’t notice the message but the thought of my aunt having sex made me a little sick.
Suddenly the car made a jerking movement, hydroplaning off the road in the forested area. The car stopped a few feet away from a tree.
“Oh my god! Are you ok? Cam?! Cameron!” she shouted, panicked.
“Yeah. I’m fine,” I looked out the rear window. We had driven not too far from the road, but nothing was visible in the weather. She tried to put the car in reverse, but the tires kept spinning– it didn’t budge.
“Your mother’s going to freak out,” she grabbed the phone.
“Don’t! Just- wait,” I searched the two rows of seats behind us for some extra umbrellas. Mom always kept some in the car. There was also an old sweatshirt of mine and a couple blankets. “Here, Aunt Jillian. Put this on. The house is right up the hill.” I tossed her the sweatshirt and draped the blanket over my shoulders.
“It’s pouring out, Cam. Maybe we should stay in the car.”
“Look, see that light up there? That’s the driveway,” I opened the door and waited for her to put the sweatshirt on. “Alright, come on”. I held the umbrella open for her once out the door. We walked close together through the woods under the large umbrella. I remember making fun of my mom for buying an umbrella so big. As the hill became steeper it became more and more difficult to walk. Aunt Jillian was wearing flip-flops which seem to suck down into the ground and sling back up, getting tiny specs of mud over her calves.
“It’s too steep, Cam” Jillian held onto my arm tightly, almost slipping. There was a set of large rocks which used to serve as makeshift steps once upon a time, but no one ever used it.
“Here, you go first,” she pushed off my hand and I held her by the waist- lifting her up on the first rock. My hand grazed over the backside of her tiny denim shorts which now were clinging wet to her body. She had a perfect little heart shaped thigh gap below her tight shorts, which made me think of that text message again. Her legs weren’t terribly long, but they were on the slim side.
“Pass me the umbrella,” she shouted. It was hard to hear over the roaring of the rain. I handed her the umbrella and made my way up the rock. The rest of stones were short and wide. “Stay close to me” she placed an arm around my torso and held me tightly.
The thin material of my soccer uniform was completely drenched and so were the insides of my sneakers. I rested my right arm with the umbrella on her right shoulder to make sure she stayed as dry as possible. We finally reached the house after stumbling a few more times in the woods.
“Oh, god! The keys!” she panicked, jiggling the door handle several times.
“I took them,” I opened the door and held it open for her to walk in.
“You’re amazing, Cam,” she kissed my cheek as she did. “Can you believe all that just now?” she took off my wet zip-up sweatshirt and let it fall to get ground in the foyer. Her gray T-shirt had gotten a little wet around the neckline and between her breasts. “Good thing it’s hot out at least, huh? I’m gonna go upstairs and take a shower in your mom’s bathroom. I can make you something when I get out. Heat up a Hot-Pocket or something if you’re starving”.
A shower sounded pretty good to me too. The phone in my sweatshirt pocket started vibrating, Aunt Jillian was already upstairs. Missed call- from my Mom. I figured Jillian was calm enough to speak to her now. I grabbed the phone and knocked on my mother’s bedroom door, which was half way open.
“Aunt Jill?” I heard the shower in my mother’s bedroom turn on and I decided to just leave the phone on the dresser for when Jillian came out. I then noticed from the reflection from the dresser mirror, that the bathroom door was slightly open. The phone vibrated again and it was a text message that read: Can’t wait to see that sweet ass; from Jason. I thought about Jillian’s ass as she climbed up the rock a few minutes earlier, I had actually touched it. The thought of seeing it again made me excited and I wasn’t sure why. I picked up her gray t-shirt off the bed.
I slowly walked over to the bathroom, peeked through the two inches of open door and in the bathroom mirror, there she was. Her hair was flowing down her bare back as she placed one hand in the shower to test the water. She struggled to get the soaked denim shorts over her tight ass and down her legs. I felt myself become aroused at sight of her perfectly round cheeks and started to slowly rub myself over my shorts. Soon enough she got in the shower and was out of my view in the mirror.
I went to my own bedroom and locked the door. I still had her shirt and phone in my hand. I opened the phone and went through the messages. I want to suck your big dick, she said in one message to Jason. Reading the word “dick” made me almost lose my mind. I mean, I watch porn and all but I didn’t think of my Aunt as an actual person, she was just always– My aunt.
I went through the pictures in the phone and found one of her cooking in a low cut lace tank top. It wasn’t terribly revealing but her collarbones and the way the fabric was clinging to her chest was so sexy. I took out my twelve year old dick and started stroking it.
I realized I was still in that wet uniform, so I quickly took it off and got completely naked. I placed the phone on my bed and zoomed the picture in to her chest as I beat my dick. I put the t-shirt to my face and smelled it. It smelled of incense and fabric softener, just like her. I put the shirt around my dick and started rubbing myself with it. It wasn’t long before I came all over it, possibly ruining it for good with what seemed like a quarter gallon of white fluid.
When I got out the shower, fifteen minutes later, I realized it was all missing, my uniform, the t-shirt, the phone! Gone. I thought I had locked my door but there it was, wide open. Fuck. FUCK!
I made the walk of shame downstairs and to the kitchen. Aunt Jillian was making something on the stove.
“Hey, Cam”
“Aunt Jillian, have you seen my uniform?” I asked, seemingly puzzled. She was wearing a big t-shirt that used to be my dad’s from college. It was hanging down to her mid thigh. I wondered what she had on under there.
“Oh, yeah. I threw all that wet stuff in the wash. Your mom called too. Says she is tied up at the hospital. The storm doesn’t seem to be letting out anyway, so it may be a long night for her”. I was used to my mother’s “long nights” at the hospital. “But, after we eat, we can play a game or watch a movie or something”. If my mom would have asked this, I would have immediately said no.
“Doesn’t matter,” I shrugged.
After some leftover pasta from last night, I went to the living room to play some XBox while she cleaned up the dishes. She came over twenty minutes later, with her phone in her hand. She propped herself on the opposite end of the couch with both knees up, feet digging into the couch. For a few seconds I caught a glimpse under her shirt, whatever she had on, it was black.
I readjusted my position on the couch, tucking my boner up into my waistline so she wouldn’t notice.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked.
“Uh huh,” she said, too busy texting to look up from her phone, “Could you get me a blanket, Cam?” Whoever Jason was, I wished him dead that very instant. I could only imagine what kind of nasty perverted things he was saying to her. I brought her a big blanket from the closet and started a movie. She now had her legs spread out as she sat up on the other side of the couch, texting still. She smiled at her phone every so often and adjusted her body under the blanket, I wasn’t too sure why at the time.
“Aw my phone died,” she made a pouty face. Thank god. “It’s so chilly in here all of a sudden. Cam, you can share the blanket with me if you’re cold too”. I ignored her. “I’m gonna go plug my phone in the charger”. She tossed the blanket off her, and I could see what I was pretty sure were black panties. They were too small to be shorts. The best thing about it was the diamond shape they made in contrast to her golden skin. My erection came back and with a vengeance. She jumped off the couch and into another room. I quickly took a part of the blanket and covered my pants with it.
She came back in the room and buried herself under the blanket on the opposite end again. “Come on, share it with me,” she said, realizing the blanket wasn’t big enough. “Put your legs up if you want”.
I put my long legs up stiffly behind her body toward the couch. She rested on her side- legs bent, making my knees bend and tuck into hers from behind. My feet cradled her soft bare ass and her heels were nearly in my crotch. We were both lying perfectly still for about five minutes. She then readjusted her torso and hips toward the ceiling instead of on her side and let her legs fall open a bit. My foot slipped forward slightly and I could feel the fabric of her panties with my toes.
I pretended not to notice what had just happened. I felt the warmth of my Aunt’s crotch on my foot and it made my dick throb, hidden in my pants. She started slowly moving her hips in tiny little circles. I wasn’t sure if she was aware of what was happening. Could she not feel my foot there? Maybe she thought I was asleep. I had not moved a muscle and didn’t want to.
Suddenly the buzzer from the washing machine went off. She didn’t do anything at first, but 30 seconds later it buzzed again.
“Shit,” she got up angrily and went into the laundry room. I couldn’t believe it was ruined. What were the odds my foot fell right in between my Aunt Jillian’s sweet thighs and pressed against her warm pussy? She came back within a few minutes. “It’s in the dryer now,” she announced, as if I cared about the laundry.
She rested on her back again and spread her legs open, this time taking my foot and placing it between her legs. She joined her knees again with my foot nestled on her panties. I couldn’t believe what she was doing. I tried not to budge and maintained my eyes closed. Surely she couldn’t have thought I was asleep. She started moving again slowly, making tiny thrusting movements with her pelvis.
Suddenly a loud thud was at the window and then a snap. The storm outside made whooping sounds and the wind seemed to knock a branch off a tree. She stopped moving and laid perfectly still- waiting. I didn’t want it to be over, I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted to keep feeling the tremble from my aunt’s hot body on the sole of my foot. I started moving my foot slowly, pressing into the moist fabric between her legs. She started moving her hips slowly, matching her rhythm with mine. Her breathing became quicker and deeper.
I couldn’t see her expression because her knees were bent upward, covering her face. I felt her ass clench up and one of her legs straightened while her body stiffened- she let out a small gasp, arching her back. I didn’t know what was happening. Her straightened leg twitched in midair. I didn’t know whether to stop or keep going. With her leg out of the way I caught a glimpse of her, eyes closed, mouth open and pinching her right nipple through the cotton t-shirt. Her breathing slowed, she seemed to only exhale deeply as her body relaxed again. She laid still a minute, looking blankly at the floor, but never at me.
Her phone rang and she couldn’t have gotten up more quickly to pick it up.
