Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 7

Incest stories: Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 7

by hornykip50

“I have plenty,” she said. “Your grandfather was a very good businessman and watched his money closely, as well. He left more than enough for John and Roger to retire on, when they choose. And the business is still thriving.”

“Okay, Grandma. How can I finally thank you, for all you have done for me?”

“Go to college and learn to run this business so it will be there for YOUR grandchildren.”

“I don’t think we will have grandchildren… Unless we adopt.”

“Oh, yes,” Grandma realized. “How is Jessica doing? Better I hope.”

“Yes,” I said. “She is a little depressed right now. For some reason she misses me. She’s upset that we can’t see each other for another month.”

“Aw, yes. Young love. Absence can make the heart grow fonder, but being together is so much sweeter. That was kinda lame wasn’t it?”

“Lame though it may be,” I agreed. “That is the way I feel. And so does Jess.” We talked for a couple more hours until Mom called to see if I was there and to tell me that dinner was on the table so I should beat it home. I bade Grandma a good evening and hurried home.

I talked to Jess after our meal as usual. I didn’t have any homework, so I focused all my attention on her. She was still down in the dumps about not being able to see me, but talking through it seemed to help a little. That is, until I told her what happened with mom the night before. I started with, “I have something to tell you, and I am afraid of what you might think.”

“What is it?” she asked.

“After we got done talking last night, I got in the shower to wash the, you know, jizz off myself. And when I went back to my room, Mom was sitting on my bed waiting for me. You know how liberal we are here… I was naked when I walked into my room.”

“Why was she there?”

“She wanted to talk about us, you and I. She thinks we need this time apart to make sure we are solid. That’s not all she wanted, though,” I fell silent for a few seconds.

“What else did she want?” sounding a little defensive now.

“We were sitting beside each other on the bed. She… uh… put her hand on my inner thigh.”

“Did you get… well… a boner?”

“Yes. I tried like hell not to. And I told her we couldn’t do anything. She started stroking my cock, Jess. I am so sorry I have to tell you this.”

“And what the hell did you do to stop her?” sounding very upset.

“I thought about you and what would happen with us, if she and I went all the way.”

“And?”

“I lost my erection, so Mom got the message and went on to bed.”

“So you can lose an erection, thinking about me?”

“I lost the erection thinking how much something like this might hurt you.” I was almost to tears and pleaded with her. “Please don’t let this come between us. You know and now Mom knows, you are my life entire. I cannot go on without you.”

“God, Chet. N ow you are sounding like a wimp. I think I need a couple days to think about this. I love you, but I don’t know if I can handle the competition with my own sister, your mother, living in the same house. I gotta go. Goodnight, Charles.”

Jess hung up before I could tell her I love her, and would call her in two days. Those next two days proved to be horrible days for me indeed. On Wednesday the school was holding try-outs for the swim team. I ranked in the middle of the field, but didn’t make the team. I asked the coach, “Why?”

“My nephew just transferred to this school and he wants a spot on the team,” the coach told me.

“That is bullshit,” the team captain, Robert Schmidt yelled from a short distance away. “Yes I heard what you said, coach. Your nephew was the worst swimmer here today. Maybe if he lost ten or a hundred and fifty pounds, he could be better. Tuttle is better than half the team and you’re cutting him?”

“Easy Bobbie,” said the coach. “You just may lose your spot on the team, if you give me any lip. And if you lose your spot, you can wave your scholarship bye-bye.”

“It’s okay Bob,” I said. “I have others things going on that are just a little more important than swimming right now.”

Bob looked at me with bewilderment, “If you aren’t on the team, then I quit also.”

“No Bob,” I stopped him. “The team needs their best captain. We won’t make it to state without Robert “The SCHWIMMER” Schmidt leading us.”

“Okay Tuttle, I’ll do it for you. But don’t think I am happy about it. And with that tub on our team, there is no way we make it to state.” I gave Bob a pat on the back and went to the locker room to clean up and went home.

Thursday was no better, in my opinion, than Wednesday. I came into the house after school and went straight to my room. I didn’t have much homework, but didn’t feel like dealing with the family at the time. I buried my nose in my geometry book, though I had a hard time concentrating on it.

A short time later, Mom came into the room. She stood just inside the doorway and stared at me for a couple minutes. My back was to her, but I could feel her eyes on me. Finally I asked, “What do you need, Mom?”

“Oh.. Nothing,” she responded. “Did you talk to Jess last night?”

“No. She told me not to call for a couple days.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I told her about what you did Monday night. She acts as if I did something wrong.”

“But, you didn’t,” she said. “I made the move on you. Did you not tell her that?”

“Yes, I did. But she was still mad at me.” I turned my attention back to my geometry book.

“Call her. Now.” I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It rang a couple times, then she cut me off. I tried again and the same thing happened.

“It’s obvious she doesn’t want to talk to me,” I said, defeated.

“I am going to call her and try to talk some sense into her.” Mom left the room and I went back to my studies, which was not much more than simply staring at the floating numbers and meaningless symbols on the page. Soon I drifted off into a listless sleep with my head propped up by my hands over the book.

A couple hours later, Pat knocked on the door and walked in before I could invite him in. He came to my desk and wiggled his way onto my lap. He sat looking at my text book in silence for a minute, then said, “You drooled in you book.”

“Thank you, I needed that,” I laughed and hugged him. He looked at me not understanding what I meant. It didn’t matter to me. He brightened my day, if only slightly.

Friday, I tried one more time to call Jess. And, same as the night before, she hung up on me after a couple rings. I decided I would try no more. She can call when she was good and ready. I spent the evening playing Golf on the PS3 with Dad. Before I knew it, it was two-thirty Saturday morning. I told Dad, I needed to get to bed, I had to work for Grandma T early and needed at least some sleep. I showered and got into bed, and was out like a light, despite my mind being constantly on how to resolve this rift between Jess and I.

About ten o’clock the next morning, I was still sound asleep, but being woken by a very familiar set of lips. I knew right away it was Jess. I pretended to be groggy and said, “C’mon Mom. Let me sleep a couple more hours, can’t ya?”

“Jess slapped me upside the head and “Wake up, lazy ass!”

I opened my eyes and there she was, standing next to my bed, looking as fresh and happy as a spring morning. “How did you get here? I thought we couldn’t see each other for another three weeks.”

“You’ve been set up,” Dad said from just outside the door.

Jess pulled her near leg up and threw it over me and slid up so she was sitting on my stomach. “Yes and everybody was in on it,” she said with an evil chuckle. “Even Grandma T played a big part in it.”

“That’s right,” Dad added. “We set the whole week in motion Sunday night.”

Grandma T came to the bedroom door and said, “Jess was so upset Sunday night after talking to you, that John decided we needed to find a way to help her out. He called me and explained what was going on, and his idea to remedy it. I was all too happy to do what I could. Jess is the genius behind the rouse, though.”

Mom came in, “Grandma T called our dad Monday morning and asked if she could buy Jess a car. You know, Harold, ‘What’s the scam?’”

“Once I explained the situation, and how I was wanting to help, Harold was a willing albeit silent participant,” Grandma T added. “Then I had to get to Jess and help her find a good car.”

“I spoke with Louise on Tuesday and she said Jess was bouncing off the walls, she was so happy. That gave me the idea to stir the hornet’s nest, so to speak,” Dad admitted.

“Chet,” Jess looked at me with a very serious look in her eyes. She was still sitting on my stomach, mind you. “I knew about these fantasies Janet has been having about you. Everybody knows the story in full now. Anyway, she and I thought it might be a chuckle if I made you believe I was really pissed at you and ready to end our relationship over it.”

“Tuesday, Jess didn’t have school, so I called her and told her about you turning me out Monday night,” mom continued.

“I am really happy you turned her down… For now,” Jess said. “But we thought, what the hell, we would let the plot thicken and fester. Do you know how hard it was for me to not pick up the phone and tell you it was all part of a surprise for you, and us?”

“So let me get this straight,” I said. “Grandma T, you and Dad bought Jess a car after hearing about how upset she was Sunday night? And then Mom, you and Jess set me up with that fiasco Monday night.”

“Wait just a minute, Chet,” Mom interrupted. “The yearning and desire are real. Your dad, and Jess have known about it for quite some time now.”

“Years. Right, sis?” Jess pointed out.

“Yeah… Maybe a couple of years,” Mom agreed.

“So, you really want to have sex with me, too? And Jess, you are okay with that?”

“Yes,” Mom and Jess said together.

“But I get you first,” Jess added.

“Dad?” I looked pleadingly to him.

“It’s all about family. We share everything.,” Dad said.

“Grandma T?” I asked.

“I am out of this. You do what you want, I will love you always no matter what you do. As long as nobody gets hurt,” She responded.

“Okay, so we are all good?” I looked to all the faces in the doorway and in my room. They all nodded. “Kat and Pat. Where are they?”

“They are watching cartoons, nothing can pull them away from the TV for at least another hour,” Mom sighed.

“Well, family. If you will excuse me, my bladder is about to burst. And though you are not heavy, Jess, the pressure of you sitting on my belly isn’t helping.” Everybody laughed as they went to the living room to watch the shows with the young ones. Only Jess stayed behind. She eased off my stomach and stood by my bed. “Uh, Baby,” I said. “I am naked under these sheets.”

“So,” she smiled. “I have seen you naked before.”

“Only in pictures.”

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