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Part V "You'll see," Fred says. "I bet she's close. But don't call her names, okay. She just obsessed with this particular sexual fantasy. It's a one-time thing. She's not a slut!" Fred admonishes him.??"Sure. Whatever," Elliot says. "Hey. Is Carol home?" Elliot asks, heading back into the house.??"Yeah," Fred says. "I think she's in her room working on the seating arrangements or something.??"Great," Elliot says sarcastically. "She needs to give up trying to please everybody and just let them sit wherever they want," Elliot says going into the house.??This is the second time that her and Fred have gotten interrupted. Maybe it just isn't meant to be, Carol thinks. Then, again, there's tomorrow night. Of course, that's with two other guys. She's back in her jeans and t-shirt, the body stocking and masked tucked safely away under her bed. At first she was mad about Fred blackmailing her, but now, she's almost as obsessed with her brother's hard cock, as she was when she first saw her daddy's. She hopes she'll be able to distinguish which one is his when she's blindfolded tomorrow night.??"Hey, babe," Elliot says, walking over to the bed and kissing her on the cheek. "How are the seating arrangements coming?" he asks.??"Okay," she says. "Did you get everything?" She asks, rolling onto her back and patting the bed beside her.??"Yeah. Piece of cake," he says, lying down beside her and enfolding her in his arms. "Mmmmm," he says. "You feel nice. Are you sure about us waiting for our wedding night?" he says, caressing her tits through her t-shirt. "You're driving me crazy."??"How do you think I feel?" Carol asks, but she's thinking about her father and brother. "I'm not getting any either," she lies. As Elliot runs his hands up and down her back, cupping her ass cheeks through her jeans, Carol's pussy is aching for release. She was getting so close when Elliot' car pulled up.??"Are you comfortable in Aunt Mayra's guest room?" she asks Elliot. Since they've chosen to stop fucking until their wedding night, they decided it would be best if he didn't stay at her parent's house with her.??"Yeah. It's great," Elliot says. "And Aunt Mayra is looking better ever day," he laughs, squeezing her ass. Aunt Mayra actually is looking good. She's Carol's mom's younger sister, probably in her mid-thirties, single, with a great ass and a nice pair of tits. He caught a glimpse of her in her nightgown as he passed her door last night. The door was ajar and she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. The outline of her breasts through the sheer nightgown made his cock spring to life. It hadn't occurred to him at the time, but on reflection he wonders if the door was ajar on purpose.??"Help yourself," Carol teases, bringing him out of his reverie. "I've got my dad and my brother here. We can fulfill some incestuous fantasies of our own, while you get it on with Aunt Mayra." She slips her tongue in his mouth before he has a chance to answer. Draping her leg over his thigh, she pushes her crotch up against his hip. It isn't enough, but it feels good to have a little pressure on her swollen pussy lips. Elliot kisses her back, wondering what he should tell her about Thursday night. Before he comes up with a good excuse, Carol beats him to it.??"Tomorrow night, a few of my girl friends want to have a girls night. You know, go out on the town before the wedding," she tells him as she pushes her pussy tightly against his hip. "Do you mind?" Fuck no, he doesn't mind. This is perfect, he thinks.??"No, it's fine," he says. "I'll just hang with your dad or your brother," he adds, relieved that he didn't have to make something up. "So what are you doing, male strippers or something?"??"Or something," Carol answers, thinking again about her brother's big cock. He's much less experienced, but he filled her almost as full as her daddy. She's already had her last fling with her daddy and she only has two more days until her wedding, she may as well make the most of them.??Fred is in his bedroom with his cock out, stroking it like crazy. His sister was actually fucking him! That sexy, black, body stocking and mask was un-fucking-believable. Why the fuck did Elliot have to come back when he did? They were so close! She must be aching, too! He'd heard her tell Dad that her and Elliot weren't fucking until their wedding night. He strokes faster as he fantasizes sneaking into her bedroom tonight after their parents are asleep. Just as he's wondering how she'd react, he shoots his load, pumping a huge pool of cum into a wad of Kleenex.??Over dinner, Carol is explaining some of the challenges of getting the seating arrangements right. Her mother is taking her seriously, while her dad and Elliot are making jokes. She notices Fred is just watching her and smiling. She winks at him when no one is looking. They're sitting across from each other and when she stretches her leg out, her foot touches his ankle. She runs her foot up the inside of his calf, while she admonishes Elliot for not taking this seriously.??"It's not funny!" she says, still rubbing her foot against her brother's leg. "I don't want my wedding to be ruined because we sat the wrong people together!"??"I'm sorry, babe," Elliot says. "I just think, you know, maybe you're exaggerating a little. If these are the type of people who can't get along for one day, so you... so we can have a happy wedding, then why did we invite them?" He looks to Charles for support and Charles nods, agreeing with Elliot' assessment.??"Why don't you ask Aunt Mayra to help you, Carol?" her mom says. "She always knows the latest about who's speaking with whom. I'm sure she'd help." Carol smiles at Elliot at the mention of Aunt Mayra, but agrees it's a good idea.??"Thanks, Mom," she says, getting up from the table. "I'll call her and see if she's busy."??What was that about, Fred wonders. His cock is hard as he watches his sister's ass swaying back and forth, while she walks out of the room. Was that an invitation for more? Was she telling me that she wants to continue what we started or am I reading too much into this???"Aunt Mayra says she'd love to help, but one of her headlights is out," Carol says, sitting back down at the table. "She's getting it fixed tomorrow, but she doesn't want to drive it after dark. I told her we could go get her and Elliot can drive her home, since he's going there anyway. Is that okay?" She directs this last question directly to Elliot.??"Sure, babe," Elliot smiles, teasingly. "Do you want me to go get her now?"??"Please," Carol says, standing back up. "I'll go with you." When they get to the door she adds, under her breath. "To make sure there's no hanky panky." She pinches his ass on their way out the door.??"Ouch!" Elliot laughs. "Do you honestly think I'd fool around with your favorite aunt?" Elliot asks as they get in the car.??"I was kidding!" Carol says, kissing him on the cheek. "What's the matter? Can't take a joke?"??"Not when I'm this horny!" he laughs. "You know, this no sex thing is really working," he says.??"Oh?" Carol questions.??"Well, if the objective was to make the wedding night more special and something to look forward to, then it's really working. I can't wait to get back inside you!" he says, starting the car and backing out of driveway.??"I've missed you, too," Carol says, resting her hand on his thigh. "It's only a couple of more days." And what a couple of days it'll be, she thinks. There's Fred and his friends tomorrow night and she's also thinking that maybe tonight she'll try to sneak into Fred's room to finish off what they started this afternoon. She was so ready! That was really bad timing!??"Yeah, only two more days!" Elliot says, thinking about the bachelor party Fred has planned for tomorrow night. One girl and three guys; he's never done anything like that and especially not with his future bride's father and brother. That seems a little weird. Then there's Aunt Mayra. He wonders if she'll put on another show for him tonight when they get home. He's probably just letting his horniness make his imagination run away with him. It was certainly just an accident that he saw her last night.??*****??Aunt Mayra hangs up the phone and smiles. She loves her niece and is happy to help her plan the seating arrangements. She also likes the travel arrangements, with Elliot driving her home afterwards. When she made the offer for him to stay with her, she was really just trying to help. She wasn't thinking about anything else. Then when she heard they haven't been sleeping together for a month, her imagination took over. She started to wonder just how horny a well-built young man like him would get in a month's time. Last night was just a test, to see if he was interested. Since he was, tonight, she'll move it farther along. Two more days until the wedding... well, actually three more nights until the wedding. That's how she really should be counting it. She goes into her bedroom to pick out an appropriate outfit to go to her sister's house.??When Elliot and Carol arrive at Aunt Mayra's, she's wearing a light blue dress, that hugs her figure nicely, with a brown jacket over it, buttoned most of the way up. She looks nice but not provocative. She kisses Elliot and Carol on their cheeks and tells them she's ready to go.??The evening is a success and by ten o'clock, they have seating arrangements complete and Carol is relieved. She kisses Elliot, hugging him tightly and tells him he needs to get Aunt Mayra home. Elliot doesn't argue and he and Sally drive off while Carol says her goodnights to her Mom, Dad and Fred. Fred goes to his room, too, wondering how late Mom and Dad are going to stay up.??*****??"So, how's the abstinence going?" Aunt Mayra asks, smiling at him from the passenger seat of his car. "It must be really hard?" she says without any special inflection.??"Yeah," Elliot answers, wondering if she meant that the way he thinks. "Some days it's harder than others," he says keeping the double entendre going.??"I bet it is." Aunt Mayra says, leaning forward and taking off her jacket. She's kept in on all evening, but now in the dim light of the car he can see that her dress is very low cut, revealing a dangerous amount of cleavage. He's keeping one eye on the road and trying not to stare at the exposed side of her breast as it curves its way down into her dress. "I give you two a lot of credit. I don't know if I could do it."??"It's been a challenge," Elliot answers. "But it sure makes you look forward to your wedding night."??"Hey, only two more days!" Aunt Mayra announces, and three nights, she thinks. "What are you doing for a last minute fling?" she asks. Fred almost drives off the road and she starts laughing. "I don't mean that. I mean are you having a bachelor party or going out on the town or what?" But Elliot is pretty sure it's exactly what she means.??"I'm hanging with Carol's dad and brother tomorrow night. Then the rehearsal dinner is Friday night," Elliot answers, his eyes again on the curves of her milky white breasts. Is she really trying to tease him???"Oh that sounds exciting," she says sarcastically. "You're a real party animal, huh?" she challenges him.??"Yeah, well. I don't really know anyone in town," he says, defensively. "A few of the guys and I went out Monday night before I came down here," he says, recapturing his pride.??"Well, you may not know anyone else, but you know me." Aunt Mayra says. "And I'm not going to let you get married without buying you at least one drink. How about it, Elliot?" she looks at him. "Let an old lady buy her new nephew a drink?"??"Sure," Elliot answers. "Say, where." This is it. If he were a betting man, he'd bet he was going to get laid tonight.??"Turn right at the next light and go down about a mile." Aunt Mayra tells him. As he's driving, she's wiggling around and messing with her dress. He catches a glimpse of her right nipple as she bends forward, her dress gapes open and her bra cup slides away to the left. What the fuck! She's taking her bra off! That's what she's been doing, wiggling around like that. This just keeps getting better.??By the time they pull into the parking lot, Sally has her bra off and is tucking it under her jacket on the backseat. "I never wear these things when I go out," she tells Elliot. "Too confining. I just make nice with my family by dressing more conservatively when I'm around them." Holding the door for her, he admires her shapely legs as she gets out of the car. She doesn't seem to mind.??Oh boy, this kid is hot to trot, Sally thinks. A month without pussy, for someone who's used to getting it everyday, will do that to you. She slides her arm through his, pressing the side of her breast against his bicep as they walk into the nightclub, complete with loud music and wall-to-wall people. She can't wait to get him out on the dance floor; a little grinding against his hard cock will tell her whether she wants to go any farther. She doubts if he's as hung as her brother-in-law. But Charles is the exception. She sighs at the thought of Charles's cock. She only got to sample it once, several years ago, but it is still a vivid memory.??*****??Her washing machine broke down, a few months after her divorce, and Charles came over to fix it. She was a wreck, feeling very low; she'd kicked her husband out after catching him with his cock buried to his balls in the ass of some high school cheerleader. They were behind the garage, in the middle of the fucking day! She'd turned the hose on them and then kicked his ass out. That's what she gets for marrying the high school football coach. And now, her washing machine had broken down, leaking water all over the floor.??She was still in her bathrobe, mopping the floor, with tears streaming down her face, when Charles got there. He took her in his arms, rubbing her back and consoling her, literally letting her cry on his shoulder. Of course, while she's sobbing into his shirt, Charles couldn't help but notice that the thin bathrobe was all his sister-in-law was wearing, having taken off her nightgown to put it in the wash. His cock responded to her nearly naked body and with a cock as big as his, there was no way she could miss it. She held him tighter and started gradually moving her body against his, rubbing up and down against his cock. Before long, Charles picked her up in his arms and carried her into her bedroom.??"I know what you need, Sal." Charles said, stripping off his clothes. When he released his mammoth cock, it sprang out, long and hard, pointing right at his sister-in-law. "I'm going to show you how fucking desirable you are and what an idiot that husband of yours was to ignore you." He crawled up on the bed, pulled her bathrobe apart and nuzzled his face into her anxious pussy. He ate her through two loud, moaning, orgasms, before trying to penetrate her with his massive bulk. Charles realized that his cock was larger than most and had learned a long time ago how to get a woman ready for him. Oh my Charles! Sally called out, when he entered her. "I've never been so full!" She had two more orgasms while he fucked her, taking his time, focused on pleasing her. Then she rolled him over and sucked his large cock into her mouth, tasting her own juices on his spent cock. She remembers how stretched out her mouth was around his thick rod, when it was fully erect. She was wondering how much cum he would shoot into her mouth, when he pushed her head away, rolled her over and fucked her again. This time he wasn't gentle; he hammered her pussy with his giant cock until she had the most explosive orgasm of her life. He kissed her and left her recuperating on her bed, while he fixed the washing machine. When he left, he told her how beautiful she was, how much he had loved her body and to call him anytime she needed anything fixed. She was certain she would and then the next day he fell off that fucking scaffold and broke his ankles. They just never got together again, after his convalescence.??*****??"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DRINK?" Elliot yells over the music.??"A WHITE RUSSIAN," she yells back as they make their way to the bar.??"I'M BUYING!" she yells as she pulls out a credit card. Their bodies are pressed together as they work their way to the bar and then back to their seats. Elliot keeps his hand possessively on Sally's hip as they move through the crowd. She likes the way it feels. It's been a while since any man has touched her protectively like this.??"LET'S DANCE," she yells in his ear as they set their drinks on a small round table for two.??"OKAY," Elliot yells back. It's a medium tempo song, but when they get to the dance floor, Aunt Mayra ignores the temp and turns around, wrapping her arms around him, molding her sexy body to his. They sway back and forth on the dance floor, Sally subtly, but unmistakably, grinding her pussy mound against his crotch. Elliot' cock responds instantly, stiffening inside his jeans and pressing back against her. Gradually, he let's his hands slide down her back, a few inches at a time, until his palms are cupping her ass cheeks. She hugs him tighter, planting her tits firmly against his chest and wiggles her ass against his hands. He grips her ass cheeks and pulls her pussy tightly against his hard cock, with a very unsubtle grinding motion.??"YOU'RE A GOOD DANCER!" Aunt Mayra yells into his ear and then moves her mouth down from his ear, nibbling on his neck. Oh fuck! Elliot' cock is rock hard. They're practically dry humping on the dance floor and he's afraid he's going to lose it, right here in his pants.??"LET'S TAKE A BREAK," he yells in her ear as he unwraps his arms from around her. She does the same and when she backs up, her dress is askew and her left tit is almost completely exposed. Elliot sucks in his breath as he stares at her large, dark areola with its thick, erect nipple perched on the tip of her mouthwatering breast. Sally sees his expression and looks down at herself. Looking back up at him, she makes no move to cover herself. Instead she shifts her gaze from his face to his cock and back, before slowly and deliberately, pulling her dress completely away from her tit giving him an even better view of her nipple and areola. Pulling her dress back into position, she smoothes it over her tit, running her hand over her aroused nipple as she stares into his eyes. Smiling, she takes his hand and leads him off the dance floor.??They almost guzzle their drinks and Elliot suggests they call it a night. She leads the way off the dance floor, keeping her ass tightly against his crotch as they weave their way through the crowd of bodies to the door.??"That was fun," she says, settling into her seat and turning to him. "Thank you for taking an old lady dancing while you're still single," she says, reminding him that he only has a couple more days to enjoy his freedom. "I haven't done that in years!" Then adds, under her breath. "One of several things I haven't done in years."??"No! Thank you, Aunt Mayra," Elliot stammers. "I... uh... I... don't really know what to say, except thank you." Elliot is driving cautiously and his eyes keep straying to Sally's cleavage and her hard nipples poking out the front of her dress like bullets. ??"Well you can start by dropping the Aunt part," Sally says. "I think we've progressed to just Sally, haven't we?" she says teasingly. "Unless the idea of me being your Aunt is part of the equation," she adds, placing her hand on his thigh, much the same way Carol had done earlier.??"No," Elliot says, catching his breath. "Sally, it is."??"Good," she says, rubbing her hand up and down his thigh. "You know, Elliot, I try to be a good aunt. I don't have any kids of my own, so I focus all of my attention on my niece and nephew. Whatever problems they have, I try to be there for them."

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