Lucie, cousin - hypnotising aunt

Yes, I'm publishing a Christmas chapter in early november and I don't want to wait to publish it. Don't blame me :)

I’m looking out of the window. My grandmother has a big house, and every Christmas since I was little I’ve had my own room, under the eaves, from which I can see the valley and the road leading to her house and her neighbours’ houses. In fact, everyone has their own room here: my grandmother, my parents, my uncle and his wife, my two little cousins (they share a room, but they’re still small), my aunt and my cousin. Ahh, my cousin. He really is a strange lad. Ever since I was very little, he’s always been a bit aloof. Shy. It might seem cute, but after a while I just find him a bit odd. It has to be said that he was brought up by a strange woman. My aunt is quite an eccentric sort. She’s never been mean to us, but she’s not like other mums, or my friends’ mums. In fact, we’ve never known who my cousin’s father was. It caused quite a stir in the family at the time, but the whole business died down a few months after his birth, when I was born myself. My parents don’t talk about it much. To tell the truth, we’ve never been to their house. Nor have they ever come to ours. We only see each other at Christmas – which is to say, right now. I can see their car – an old, noisy grey people carrier – approaching in the distance. Two hundred metres from the house, it stops. A rear door opens. I see two people get out. It’s not my aunt, but I think I recognise my cousin. He’s with a girl. My cousin gets into the front, and the girl walks off in the opposite direction.

I go down to the living room, where the rest of the family are waiting to welcome them. They park in the courtyard and we exchange kisses on the cheek. My aunt seems, as usual, a bit odd. But this time, she really does look rather scruffy. She even looks – forgive the expression – a bit like a tramp. Without too much hesitation, I take my cousin Jeremy aside and ask him:

"Who was that girl in the car?"

He looks at me, frightened. He walks over to his mum and mumbles something to her. She comes over to me, with a big smile.

"Lucie, my dear. You didn’t see anything in the car."

I’m absolutely mortified. I don’t know why I said that as a joke – I reckon Jeremy must have trouble with women, given the way he looks, so why on earth did I ask him that?

"Sorry. I don't know why I said that."

"It's nothing," said Jeremy.

I go back up to my room, for fear of making the situation worse, and stay there for a while. I decide to get changed for the New Year’s Eve dinner. This year, I’ve got a lovely red dress. I think it’s quite sexy, though still modest enough for a family meal. My shoulders are bare right up to the top of my chest. I look absolutely stunning in it. I do my make-up to match, and choose a lipstick that goes perfectly with the colour of the dress. I go back down to the living room. My little cousins exclaim, “Wow, Lucie, you look gorgeous.” That’s nice to hear. My parents and my grandmother compliment me too, and tell me we’ll be sitting down to eat shortly.

I realise that a seating plan has already been drawn up. Jeremy will be on my right, and his mum opposite me. Great, just what I’d hoped for (not). Oh well, we’ll make do. It won’t be that bad, anyway. They’ve both settled in and spot me. Jeremy fixes his gaze on me and doesn’t seem to want to look away. We sit down at the table and start the meal. His presence puts me off a bit. He smells bad – a sort of… bloke smell. Like semen? I’m not really sure, I’ve never done it, but it could well be.

Several times during the meal, I get the feeling he’s touching me ‘by mistake’. Once on the thigh, another time on the arm. The last time, on the side of my breast. I’ve had enough; I shift a little to my left. There’s no way I’m going to make a scene – it’s Christmas – but I really don’t want to be sitting next to him. I think I’ll bring it up after the meal. I notice that Jeremy and his mum are exchanging glances. He gives me a look, which brings a huge smile to my aunt’s face, and she nods in agreement. He seems very happy and behaves himself for the rest of the meal. We have dessert, and then it’s time for the traditional present-giving under the tree. The little cousins rush over to the tree, but before they’ve had time to unwrap anything, my aunt stands up and shouts.

"STOP! I’ve got a change of plan. You all want to go back to your rooms and wait for the new presents."

That was a nice thing of her to do. I just hope the new presents will be better, at least, and make up for that awful meal. Everyone gets up and heads for their rooms, except her and Jeremy.

"Jeremy, would you go too, please?" she adds.

Jeremy gets up as well and heads for his bedroom. I’d almost left the room when my aunt takes me by the arm and tells me to stay.

"From now on, you really want to trust me."

I don’t know what she’s got planned, but I’m not particularly worried about it. She knows what she’s doing.

“Sit down with the presents.”

I stand under the Christmas tree. She pulls a pair of scissors out of who-knows-where and walks toward me. She cuts my dress at the bust. All that’s left is a strip of fabric covering my breasts. She cuts the dress again at my hips, turning it into a sort of miniskirt. She pulls down my panties.

“You wear panties, do you? You little slut?”

Huh??

“What did you just call me, auntie??”

“You heard me just fine. You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been flirting with my son ever since your breasts started growing? I’m sure your pussy must have had its fair share.”

"But I'm a virgin..."

"YOU? A virgin?" She looks at and touches my crotch. "Jeremy's going to be happy."

"Jeremy?"

"You want to sleep with my son. So much so that you want to be his little family bitch. You’re the family whore; you’re going to drain my son’s balls at every meal, every chance you get, whenever he wants. You don’t want to, and you’re not allowed to see any other guys but him. And you want to keep this body (she caresses me) for as long as you can, for him."

I can't believe it. She's going to give me the gift I've always dreamed of—the one I never dared to admit to myself. To be an incestuous slut for Jeremy, my cousin. I stand rooted to the spot, not knowing how to react or how to thank her.

She leaves the room and goes to get her son. She comes back with Jeremy by the arm.

"Merry Christmas, honey."

He lunges toward me and tears off the last bits of fabric still clinging to me. He kisses me all over, and I kiss him back. His mother whispers to him that I’m a virgin, all while undoing his belt. He reveals an erection. I’m not ready, but so be it. I want him. He thrusts his penis inside me, and my hymen breaks instantly. I feel a mix of pain, pleasure, and passion. He moves faster and faster, all while groping me and nibbling on my breasts.

“Are you going to get her pregnant, too?” my aunt asks him, fingering herself right next to us.

Pregnant? Me? I… Yes, I want that.

“Not tonight,” he replies. “I want her to show off her trophy.”

He pulls his cock out and jerks off over me. I get a load of hot cum on my face. That was the smell. I lick and swallow what landed on my lips. I’ve never been so cherished and adored by a man. My adult life hasn’t really begun yet, and I’m already fulfilled.

Meanwhile, my aunt went to get my parents. They rush over to me to ask if I’m okay. My dad was about to reach Jeremy when my aunt stopped them and explained what had happened. They’ve been an unwavering source of support ever since.