Auntie with the hots
Beth put a teacup down before her sister and filled it. Tanya seemed even prettier than Beth had remembered. She was a true blonde and her tan skin accentuated her flowing locks. Beth could see the full soft curves of her breasts bulging out of her nightgown. She wondered what it was like to have big tits. Tanya had started growing hers in junior high. Or had it been the sixth grade? No matter.
Beth had waited in vain for hers to bud and after her second year in college had realized that she was not to be blessed with anything more than a couple of adolescent-like swells.
"I'm really glad you came to visit for a few months," she said, closing her robe around her thin body. "What with Benji visiting I can sure use a little help in the kitchen." Benji was her and Tanya's nephew. He was eighteen, well-developed and very nice. Beth enjoyed having him around. There were some projects to complete around the sprawling hillside home Cal had bought five years before.
"Benji has offered to help Cal with that stone fence he's building out back. And the road in needs some work before winter."
"I just love it out here," Tanya said, stretching. She felt robust and full of life. Beth wondered why her sister's husband had ever let her go. But she didn't want to bring anything like that up. She didn't want her sister to think she was prying. And yet Beth longed to tell Tanya some of the awful secrets in her own life. Like the fact that in all her married life she had not been penetrated by her own husband. Oh yes, she'd teen pregnant when they'd married. A crazy impossible accident. Almost impossible. As she gazed off through the window at the trees on the hill Beth remembered.
Cal had been almost as big then as he was now. Six and a half feet tall. Well over two hundred pounds. Two hundred pounds of muscle and broad shoulders. Cal's girl had given him the gate and since Beth hadn't dated much, they hung together that long ago summer. But there'd been a hitch. Cal was Beth's first cousin. And she hadn't been ready for his passion, his desire for her. They had gotten serious. They went less and less to public places as Cal sought to find the privacy he needed to seduce Beth.
Beth couldn't forget the first time she'd seen Cal's cock. She knew that she was abnormally small in the cunt. Her hymen had been torn in a childhood accident, but even so, it was impossible for her to use a tampon. She could barely squeeze her thumb up into her vaginal opening. She trembled, remembering more, remembering how badly Cal had wanted her. That dark night on the shore of the lake on the blanket.
"What are you thinking about," Tanya said, putting her teacup down. "Your face really looked strange."
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Aw, come on. I'm curious now."