“Have fun,” Margaret hissed and turned around, walked down a narrow corridor and vanished into one of the rooms. “Sorry for that,” Helen said,...but I could hear that she didn’t really mean it, “she’s always like that. But lets not think about her.” She guided me through the door and had me make a quick turn to the left, not allowing me to wipe her sister-in-law’s spit from my face. A stone staircase ran down into the basement. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to walk into a stranger’s basement,. This story as the title suggests, is about me and my aunt.This incident took place just a couple of weeks ago. My mom had to go to Salem urgently as she got a call from my Dad. My grandmother was very sick and she was in need of intense care. My grandfather was very old to look after so my Dad asked my mom to pay them a visit and look after them for a week. My mom too agreed but she was a bit sad too because she had to spend a week with her new found love. After dad disconnected, mom said that. But he couldn't resist a feel of her firm white flesh.He slipped his hand onto her thigh and to his surprise Barbara uttered a soft moan and let her legs fall open. He swallowed hard, staring ahead as his fingers trembled a familiar line upwards along her inner thigh.Barbara's legs parted wider. He looked at her. Her eyes were glazed. She was breathing faster than usual. It was hard to believe, but she was slumping in the seat, hunching her crotch toward his fingers. He didn't know what to do. She put on a dress with a skirt that came to just above her knees and, despite her brother's orders, she put on a pair of panties. She did her make up and was turning to leave the room when she jumped almost 'out of her skin'. Dave was standing right behind her. She had not heard her brother enter her room."Stand up," he ordered, then lifted her skirt. "You will be punished for this before the day is over. Now take them off." Fran hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulled.