Beth broke away from her and fled. Her own house was like a maze as she bumped into walls and chairs. Until finally she was in her room upstairs with the door locked. She threw herself across her bed and sobbed without restraint.
CHAPTER TWO
Tanya hated herself for what she'd been thinking. But every morning she awoke with hot and lusty thoughts. They were all similar. All of the same man. Instead of giving into her passion she swung her legs out of bed and rubbed her eyes. Her body tingled expectantly. Almost as if it demanded her attention, her touch.
She'd put on long pants-style pajamas and a prim buttoned top the night before. She'd done it on purpose, switching from her usual shorty gown with no panties at all. She'd been trying to keep sex out of her mind. Because her life had been so chock full of it in previous months. But it was obvious she had not yet adjusted to being without a husband. A hired stud was how she thought of that convenient situation.
'Husbands. You can't live with them and it's hell to be without them.' But her pajamas weren't doing their job. She felt as sexy with the silky pants covering her as she ever did with her bottom stark naked. She rose and walked languidly to the minor. Her pussy was very moist and slippery. The inner surfaces smoothed together as her thighs changed places. And that waking fantasy rose into her thought again. The dream she'd been having just before consciousness had mercifully intruded.
'God, I bet he's big! Anybody with a body like that would have to be huge!' She went to her dresser, dug out a pair of pink, bikini panties and skinned her pajama pants down around her ankles. As she started to put a foot through a leg of the panties, she paused. Her pussy throbbed dangerously.
'This is silly!' she breathed to herself. 'I'm a grown woman. I'm twenty-eight years old. I'm not some hot- tailed little teeny bopper who can't keep her fingers out of herself.' She smiled at her own wards. 'Or can I?' A giggle escaped her. 'Maybe I am hot-tailed. But I should be able to keep my fingers…'
A finger had slipped down her belly to pet the curly blonde fur that didn't quite hide the beginning of her crevice.
'Damn!'
Her outer lips were damp with juice. She always woke up pretty lubricated. But this morning she was slicker than usual. Because in her dream she'd been doing something terribly wicked with her sister's husband.
'Six-foot-six of loving muscle,' she sighed, letting her mind stray at last to the details. Cal bending over her thighs, licking her hot, ready pussy. Putting his fingers in and searching in the dainty, velvet-smooth depths of her opening. And then his cock resting on her thigh. In her dreams or reveries she had only imagined what it was like. Of course she'd never really seen it.
'This is awful. My own sister's husband! I've got to go to town and pick up somebody in a bar before I freak out completely.' But the thought of searching out a one-night stand didn't really appeal to her. She had pushed her finger down across her clit now and moved it slowly as her juices continued to seep.
'So now I've gotten down to a plain old finger-fuck!' She shook her head sadly. But her body wasn't sad. It shivered, grew hungrier. Her breasts took on a pink flush and the nipples extended like small, pink fingertips.
Tanya edged her finger against the ring of muscles that guarded her pussy hole. Then she put it gingerly into the opening and bent over slightly to hook it up and in.
'Uhhhhh,' she gasped, leaning with her free hand against the dresser top. There was a light tap on the door.
'Tanya? It's just Benji. I think breakfast is ready if you're up and hungry.'
'Just a moment Benji,' she managed to get out. She wiped her finger on a tissue and grabbed her silk dressing gown to fling around her nakedness. Holding the front closed she opened the door and smiled at him.
'You know I still think of you as my little nephew. But I forget you're not so little anymore.' Benji pushed a hand through his curly brown hair and shifted on his feet. He smiled. He clutched the front of his T-shirt. She could see he still looked up to her as his sexy aunt. Even when he'd been much younger, he'd teased her about her blonde hair and curvaceous good looks. He'd named her the Movie Star and his friends had picked it up.
'Come on in,' she said, opening the door wider. She wanted an excuse to deny herself that final indulgence of self-administered sex. And Benji's bright presence was just the cheerful beginning she needed for the day.
'God, your perfume knocks me out,' he said innocently. Tanya almost blushed. She chose not to use perfume. What her nephew had smelled was her own sexy musk that now filled the room. She tried to keep her thighs a little tighter as she walked over to the dresser to fish a cigarette from a gold case.
'So what have you been doing?' she asked. She was surprised at how her eyes kept sneaking to the way his body was shaped. To the way he moved.
'I'm pretty good at massage now,' he said. 'I took a couple of courses. See, there are all sorts of different techniques. I've been doing some rock-climbing too and…'
'Hold on,' Tanya smiled. 'I'd like to hear more about the massage.'
'Well, it's kind of hard to tell somebody.'
'Mmm, sure. You have to show them, right?'
'Yeah, I guess.'
'Okay,' she said moving across the room towards him. 'What if I had a sore muscle right here.' She touched the back of her thigh. She was seeing if she could tease her wild little nephew a little. She wondered how he dealt with ticklish situations. And she was curious about what the child of her memory had become.
'Lay down,' he told her without batting an eye. 'Bet your pardon?' she said, stopped short by his frank and unabashed look.
'I can't do anything for you standing up like that.'
'Of course not.' She put her cigarette out and stretched out across the bed on her belly. Benji knelt on the mattress and pulled her dressing gown up. She grabbed it before he could expose her thigh completely. The little nut had really called her bluff after all.
'You're not shy, are you?' he laughed. He was blushing too but she realized that she was on the run. She gave him a knowing grin.
'Okay, smart guy. The lady didn't have time to put her panties on before you knocked. Now do you understand? Or am I allowed a little everyday modesty?'
'I thought you just wanted me to massage your thigh,' he popped back.
'Touche for you.' She let out a breath and rolled back onto her stomach again. 'But be careful please.'
Benji's hands felt wonderful. He laid her gown up over her bottom carefully as she'd warned him not to expose anything a girl didn't want exposed. But his fingers! They probed down deep into her flesh, working out small knots of tenseness. Instead of fighting the way he was manipulating her, Tanya found herself relaxing. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the shoots of pleasure that radiated away from his rubbing, squeezing touch.
Benji worked higher on her thigh and then started back down again. Tanya found herself breathing a little raggedly. She almost wished he'd kept his massage up there high on her thigh. Immediately she felt a little ashamed at wanting him to excite her. She was his aunt after all. And Benji was still a mere child, if a very handsome and self-confident one.
'Helping?' he asked, starting up again.
'Mmmmmmm, God it feels wonderful, darling.' She'd often called him darling in earlier times. It was part of their little joke together. But now the word felt odd on her tongue. And Benji's massage was getting as high as it ever had been.
'Can I pull back your gown a little more,' he said matter-of-factly. 'There's a little knot here that reaches into your buttock.'
Even his use of the language was completely innocent and not self-conscious. But then everyone had them, Tanya thought. Buttocks. In fact hers were especially nice. Round and white and firm like a cheerleader's pert ass. She'd spent many hours maintaining her body against the ravages of her twenty-eighth year.
'Okay, but be careful. I'm a little tender back there.'
