My Aunt Cathy had fascinated me all my like and I had only just turned seventeen. She was single and worked in a ladies department store selling women's clothing and lingerie. Cathy was in her early forties but looked like she was in her thirties. She is petite - 5' 3" and a little over 100 lbs. She had a nice figure and beautiful legs and feet which is wha...
I was en route to Mumbai to Kolkata to take up my first job there. So I decided to travel in style, by 1st class air-conditioned coach, and here I was this Friday evening at 7 P.M. I was lucky to get a 2-seater coupe. To my utter surprise, the other occupant who was already there, was my mother's younger cousin, my aunt Polly, a most pleasant looking lady, n...
I was in my den writing on my latest novel when the phone interrupted my train of thought; annoyed with myself for having forgotten to turn the ringer off, I answered it with almost a growl in my throat, "Yes." It was my niece, my sister's oldest daughter, "Aunt M am I disturbing you?" she asked. I smiled; she always called me Aunt M from the days when she...
We were watching tv in my Aunt Jayne's living room that unusually hot evening in June, 1958. My aunt, her next door neighbor Sally and I were wearing only our nylons and heels and a light sheen of sweat on our otherwise nude bodies. The large pitcher of lemonade and ice cubes in the middle of the coffee table was forming a ring of condensation on the table t...
Quick recap: I was staying with my Aunt Janey to work at a summer internship, but the company went bankrupt. Aunt Janey and I were low on groceries and so we agreed to do some porn shows on the internet for money. For the first one, the guy had thought I was a girl, so both to keep my real identity a secret and because I was growing to like it, I had dressed...
It was the worst day of her life - and it wasn't over yet. As Nancy walked home from the school bus stop, slowly, very slowly, she thought about the terrible things that had happened that day, and what was yet to come. The day began uneventfully. Out of bed, shower, breakfast, and off to school. Nancy wore a short skirt, the new blue plaid uniform skirt her...
This is a story I have carried around with me for many years and this seems the place to tell it. Most of my childhood summers were spent at my grandmother's house one block from the beach in New Jersey or the "down the shore" as it was called. I fondly remember many days of swimming and playing in the surf for the entire day and then heading back to the hou...
It was a summer like no other I had ever known. I had spent the last three months with my Aunt Gwen. Aunt Gwen is my mother's much younger sister who looks and acts more like she is my age. It all seems so surreal that on my first day there I woke up in bed and had a perfect view of Aunt Gwen's art studio in the next room. She was busy painting and I just la...
I woke in the dark, seized by the strange and familiar feeling of male power. It was going to be one of those days when I misbehaved. A day when the deep brain controlled me, for better or worse. In school, I had read about all the stages of consciousness, how what we thought we knew was illusory, a figment of overactive brain cells. The lesson, at a time w...
A hot, sunny summer's day greeted Jonny and me as we got up out of the big king-sized bed in the guest room, got our clothes on and made our way downstairs to the back patio where our aunts had laid out a delicious spread of fresh fruit, waffles with maple syrup, coffee and juice. "Bobbie! Jonny! Good morning boys. Brunch is ready, sleepyheads", my aunt sa...