Hidden Desire - Kristen's Board

[AdmiralPiet]

Teaser: “Take me then!” She said it quietly, short of breath. Little more than a gasp. Weak and nervous like myself. It takes me long moments to realise what her words mean.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Hidden Desire
Author: AdmiralPiet
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My entry for the Kristen's Board Memorial Contest

The story is on the shorter side, and it might have profited from working on it some more. I think it could be expanded quite a bit
But with the deadline looming, and me not knowing how much time I will have in the next few days I submit it now.

I still think it came out decent. I hope you will enjoy it.

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Hidden Desire - Kristen's Board

It had been a long day. I was filling it with work to distract myself. Studied for hours without break until the lines in the books melted into each other. Cleaned the house top to bottom, mowed the lawn, bought groceries. Even started organising stuff that had been lying around for years.

And when all was done I went to the gym for a full body workout until I could barely lift myself off the bench. Afterwards I stood in front of the mirror wall at the gym and looked at my reflection. Sweaty and dishevelled, but with the best muscle pump I experienced in months, all that I had put off for the day came back with a vengeance.

Normally I do not feel very confident about my physique, but at that moment I did. And I imagined that woman’s eyes on me, I wanted her to look at me. I felt heat rise up in me, beyond what training did and my thoughts quickly became more raunchy. I realised I must have looked odd to the other gym goers. Just standing there, all flustered and staring at myself.

I basically fled to the shower and chose the coldest setting it had. It barely helped. Just the thought that another woman could enter kept me from fingering myself then and there.

Now I was laying on my bed, stark naked, dildo in one hand, vibrator in the other. Satisfied for the moment, but ashamed of myself. Not for my thoughts, not for thinking of her. But for the way it controlled me. How it filled every waking moment. How it always brought me here. The longer the situation lasted, the worse it got. At least I can now rest in the knowledge that my mind is again free… for a time.

I hear a car’s engine in the driveway, and the garage door opening. Aunt Evelyn is back home. It is past 9pm and I assume things at work escalated into overtime. It happens often and I am used to it.

I stayed with her most of my life. After my parents died when I was still in pre-school she took me in. She had a well paying job, a big house, lived alone. I like to think that we made a pretty good team over the years. She would have liked for me to get into business or a technical field, now that I finished school. But she supported me in becoming a personal trainer none the less. Some people said to me I should look for my own place to stay now. Now that I am all grown up. But I won’t leave just yet.

I don’t want to go downstairs and greet her. I don’t want to see any soul for that matter. But it would be odd for me not to show my face at all. And I guess I have a good hold of my mind and feelings again. So I force me to get up, clean up the kinky mess around me and get myself in order.

I grab the first set of panties I can reach, and put on an oversized t-shirt before I go downstairs. The light is dimmed, as always. We both like the warm golden half-light in the evening.

I find her in the living room, more lying than sitting in the big comfy armchair. Aunt Evelynn usually rocks the sexy-but-stern businesswoman look. Now even relaxed, without the high-heels and her jacket she still kind of does. With the upper buttons of her blouse undone I catch a good glimpse of the swell of her breasts.

“Hard day?” I ask, looking away. “You could say that” she replies “Or rather tedious. Just once in a while I would like an idiot free workday. But I guess that is too much to ask” She gets up and glances over at me, but only for a second before she walks over to the kitchen with a brisk pace.

“Jeffrey?” I ask as I follow her.
“Off course! Among others. But that man…” I see her swallow some choice words and take a deep breath. She could rage about Jeffrey for hours. Apparently he lived right on the dividing line between “too good to loose” and “too bad to keep”

“But, it is Friday evening. I refuse to think about anything work related till Monday morning.” She says while tucking her raven-black hair behind one ear. “How was your day? I’ve seen you were busy round the house”
“Yeah, kinda…”

“Everything all right?”

“I guess so”

She raises her arms over her head and arches backwards as she stretches. It is an innocent movement, but one that emphasises her curves, and draws the eye right to her cleavage.

Suddenly I can’t take it anymore and I make my move. Without warning I grab her and spin her around. Pinning her between me and the fridge I whisper in her ear: “I want you!” I want to follow up but the words are stuck in my throat. I fantasised about this countless times. How I would easily seduce her with overwhelming confidence. But now that it happens I don’t feel confident. Did I sound as weak and desperate to her as I just did to myself?

She is very still, stiff even, and a second stretches on and on. As it dawns on me what I just did I feel a panic rise in me. Just as I attempt to step back I hear: “Take me then!” She said it quietly, short of breath. Little more than a gasp. Weak and nervous like myself. It takes me long moments to realise what her words mean.

The stiffness vanishes from her body, as if a huge burden is taken off her shoulders. “Take me!” she says again. Clearer this time, more sure of herself. She takes my right hand, by now resting on her stomach and guides it down toward the hem of her skirt.

I act by instinct, more than conscious thought. My mind is a garbled mess. I pull up the fabric and reach between her legs. First my fingers feel lace. My left hand pulls up the skirt in the back. She is wearing no ordinary panties, but a thong and garter belt. Next I feel dampness. She is dripping wet. This could not have happened in the last few seconds. Was she…expecting this?

When she looked at me just seconds ago. Was it really just a glance, or did she avoid me like I avoided her? There is no time to think further, as she turns around and we look into each other’s eyes. Only for a heartbeat, before our lips meet in a frantic kiss. She pulls me in close, as her tongue explores my mouth.

Like a damn breaking we get into it more and more. Kissing and groping, nibling on ears. Too impatient to open the blouse buttons one by one I grab the fabric and tense up. Just a moment of hesitation and she commands me: “Do it!” We pay the clattering buttons no heed as I rip it apart and pull it over her shoulders.
“Naughty girl!” she purrs, and pinches my stiff nipples just hard enough to make me wince.

The skirt comes of more easily, without damage. I feel up her heavy breast through the lacey fabric, thinking myself in heaven. He feels, and smells, and tastes better than I envisioned in my wildest fantasies. I whirl her around, ready to throw her onto the kitchen table.

“No!” The word stops me dead in my tracks. “Not here” She pulls me towards the living room. We stumble more than we walk, unable to stop kissing and touching. In front of the couch I somehow manage to open her bra after just a few seconds of fumbling around. As it comes off I give her a gentle shove and she lands on the big couch.

I love how her ample bosom moves and jiggles, now that the bra is gone. As she arches her back lasciviously I decide to give her a show too. The confidence I felt in the gym, I feel no more. But her admiring looks encourage me. I can do no wrong here. Doing a striptease feels daunting. But what comes next is even more daunting, so I stall for time.

My decidedly unsexy panties go quickly and without much ceremony. But I get the most I can out of the shirt. Moving my hips enticingly I pull it up painfully slow. Exposing my thighs fully, my glistening sex, my abs. She never takes her eyes of me, and I watch her hand sliding under the thong, fingers dipping in and out. I turn around before I pull the shirt fully over my head.

I stand completely naked in the dimly lit living room. My heart beats a furious rhythm against my ribs. Only now do I consciously realise it. I want to scream as the emotions threaten to overwhelm me. But at the same time I feel better than ever. I bask in her admiring looks and don’t want to wear clothes around the house ever again.

She turns around on the couch. Head towards me and arches her back again. As she pulls off her thong I can see her getting impatient. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. Arms reach out to me. It is a bit of a shock to see aunt Evelyn like this. The cool business woman, always composed. Inviting me in with such a wanton display of desire.

I oblige, climbing onto the couch to kneel above her face. Hands grab my cheeks firmly, guiding me. Finaly I plant myself on her waiting mouth. Feeling the hot tongue parting my folds for the first time feels so very odd. Feels so great. I rest the palm of my hand between her boobs for a second, and feel hear heartbeat, just as furious as mine.

Her knees fall to the side after she draws in her legs and I just dive in. I have no sexual experience with other women. But judging by the sounds of pleasure I elicit from her what I do seems to be alright. It gets harder to do however, as she really knows how to stoke the fire of my lust. Within minutes she reduces me to a quivering, moaning mess.

Suddenly she shoos me off and I am worried for a second. But she lays down beside me again and places her hand between my legs. Two fingers slide inside me and the thumb on my clit starts moving. She is just as good with her fingers, as she is with her tongue. Once she starts suckling on my engorged nipples I am done for. “ Look at me!” she commands, and we lock eyes. I try to obey, I really do. But my eyes begin to flutter, and the best climax of my life hits me full on…

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Much later I stare at the ceiling. It has to be way past midnight. We lay under a mountan of blankets. Evelyns head reast on my chest, her leg is draped over mine. We devoured each other like in a trance. Now there is time to think. Time to look back. I start to see the clues in hindsight. I was not the only one with pent-up desires and lust. She would have to tell me, for me to be sure, but I’d wager we stumbled around for weeks, maybe months. Hiding from each other in plain sight.

Now I have also enough time to worry about how this will complicate things.

I want to speak up but just as I draw breath a finger on my lips stops me. “Shush!” se says softly. “No worries. We manage, as we always do” That does not clear anything up, or even addresses anything really. But I trust her. Whatever happens, it will happen to us.
“I love you!”
“I love you too.” She kisses me and smiles
“But now rest. Save your strength, tomorrow you will need it”
Thinking of the full body workout, our escapades of the last hours, and the onsetting muscle soreness, I know it will be a long and hard weekend.

I look forward to it…


End of Story
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Any feedback is appreciated.
Only second time I wrote from 1P-Perspective. And I am not a woman, so...

[RapeU]

Lesbians are fun to read and write about. Lesbian incest is even better. A small change I would make:

but I’d wager we stumbled around for weeks, maybe months. Hiding from each other in plain sight.

I'd change it to the last few years instead of weeks/months. It amplifies the pinning her aunt to the fridge scene more strongly.

[AdmiralPiet]

I'd change it to the last few years instead of weeks/months. It amplifies the pinning her aunt to the fridge scene more strongly.

You could be right.
I imagined that her falling for her Aunt was rather recent.

As this is a contest entry I will postpone the decision of wether or not I will edit it until after it is done.

[RapeU]

I'd change it to the last few years instead of weeks/months. It amplifies the pinning her aunt to the fridge scene more strongly.

You could be right.
I imagined that her falling for her Aunt was rather recent.

As this is a contest entry I will postpone the decision of wether or not I will edit it until after it is done.

There's still two days until the timer expires. You can edit it within that timeframe. Only time you shouldn't is during the voting period. Up to you though

[Shocker]

Strong visual storytelling, and exciting reading.