How Auntie Anna Got Me Over

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How Auntie Anna Got Me OverMy mom’s little sister, Anna, was my favorite aunt. She was more like a big sister to me — she’s been in my life ever since I can remember. When I was four or five years old I came down with a high fever. My parents were out of town at the time, and they asked Anna to look after me. She spent the whole weekend taking care of me — making hot chocolate and mac & cheese, bathing me, rubbing Vicks VapoRub on my chest before bedtime. And she stayed in my bed with me throughout the night. Having Auntie Anna’s arms around me all night long is a beautiful memory I hold to till this day – I still can smell the fragrances of her skin and hair, like the outdoors in spring. Auntie Anna continued to be a presence in my life as I grew up. She was there for all my birthdays and so many holidays, but what I remember most is her cheering me on in the games I played in Little League Baseball. I was horrible in left field and worse at bat and running the bases, and no matter how much my mom and dad rooted for me, Auntie Anna’s shouts of encouragements always seemed to reach me first and give me an extra lift.The first time I ever saw Anna outside my own little world was at our small town’s local Dairy Queen, where she was working behind the counter. My parents had brought me there for hot dogs and milkshakes, something pretty dear to my heart at the time, but when I saw Anna, all I could see was her. She looked illegal bahis like a princess to me. I couldn’t stop looking at her. My father nudged me and said, “Say something to you aunt.” I said, “Hot dog, please. And chocolate shake.”When Anna graduated from high school, I was there with my parents for the ceremony. Her beautiful face shined out to me from across the black field of caps and gowns, and I actually cried when she was handed her diploma. I worried that Anna was leaving my life.But Anna stayed in my life. She got a job in town at a travel agency, a place I would never need to visit except to see her. And she still came by our house all the time, usually for dinner, or for lunch on a weekend. I remember very well the July 4th weekend when my parents invited all our relatives to our house. Cousins, aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces – there were A LOT of people at our house that day! We had a barbecue picnic in the back yard, and afterwards we put together a makeshift game of softball, where my uncle Jim twisted his ankle running into second base, tripping over my mom. It wasn’t a bad time at all, but I had gotten bored. I slipped out of the batting order and walked back to my house, went upstairs to my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I slipped my pants and boxers down below my knees and played with my dick a little. Nothing much was happening down there. My penis was at least six inches long illegal bahis siteleri but still very limp – I whirled it around in my hand, trying to get it “going” – nope, nothing doing. I let go of it, pulled up my pants, and went downstairs to the kitchen.Anna had the fridge door open, shuffling through whatever was inside, her body bent over slightly, her tight shorts hiked up enough to show her butt cheeks quite clearly. I couldn’t think of anything better to do than to clear my throat. Anna stood up, looked around, and said, “Well, hey! You gonna help me find something to eat here?”“Yeah, no problem,” I said. I was looking at Anna’s blouse, and the lovely small breasts so clearly visible beneath. Anna cocked her head to one side and said, “You’re checking out my tits, aren’t you?”“Oh. No, I swear – I’m not – I wasn’t…”“Oh, shut up,” she said. “You wanna see your Auntie Anna’s tits? You wanna feel them?” Anna pulled up her blouse, and there they were – tits that were not online, tits not in a magazine, but right there in front of me, and so beautiful!“Well, don’t just stand there,” Anna said, “I’m giving you the chance to touch my tits right now and in your kitchen.” I approached my Aunt Anna and held up my hands to her breasts as if I were sleepwalking. They were soft, so soft, the nipples so firm. I played with them in my hands, and I think I actually said, “Oh man…”I must have said that, because canlı bahis siteleri Auntie Anna then put both her hands on my crotch and said, “Little boy, you want your man to come out of his pants? You want Auntie Anna to pull him out?”“Uh,” was all I could say — my mind whirling back through so many years of memories, feeling her arms around me as a young boy, seeing her in my adolescent dreams, picturing her as I jerked myself off in the dark so many dozens and dozens of times….My Auntie Anna undid my belt buckle. She unzipped my pants. She pulled down my pants and boxers, and my erection stood in her face. I looked around at the kitchen and the view out the windows. I could see my family playing softball, I could hear the shouts, but it all was like something I now was watching from above, from somewhere very far away.Anna put my cock between her lips. My dick was so hard I thought for sure I would burst a vein or two. She brought my cock into her mouth, licking it with her tongue. She looked up at me and smiled. “Anna,” I said, but that was as far as I got – I felt myself ejaculating over Anna’s face for what felt like forever, her tongue guiding my cum into her mouth, over her face, her hair, the fragrances of spring again. As we finished, my cock still stood in her face, its fat pink head pressing against her lips, and her face and hair were covered with more cum than I would have thought three guys could have shot. “Well, thank you, my young nephew,” Auntie Anna said, “I’ve been wanting to do this for about ten years.”As Anna stepped away to the bathroom, I had to zip up quickly – my dad came into the kitchen. “Well, you missed a good ball game!” he said.

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