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This is a FICTIONAL story involving a celebrity. It contains explicit content. If you are under 18 or offended by such things, please do not read.







Family Reunion – Christina Hendricks, part 2



I woke around 11:30 AM the morning after my phone encounter with my Aunt Christina. I don’t remember ever having slept that good. However, I was also feeling as if I had done something wrong. At the same time, I felt satisfied. A little drained, but satisfied. I thought about the pictures she had sent; the things she said to me; the way I felt when she called me “baby” and expressed her desire for my body…my cock…my cum. The sound of her sultry voice as she peaked to an intense orgasm still rang in my ear drums. Despite my feelings of wrong-doing, I was so titillated to find out where this would lead.



The last that Christina and I had left off, we were going to meet up for drinks that night. I didn’t know where. I didn’t know when. Her place? My place? I had no idea. All I knew is that tonight, my Aunt wanted me to enter her. The thought gave me butterflies in my stomach. How could something, so clearly wrong, be so exciting and intriguing? I tried not to think too long about it, and just decided to let whatever was going to happen, happen.



As I said, I didn’t know when she was planning on meeting up, so I decided I wanted to be ready in case she called and wanted to meet up at a moments’ notice. I got up out of bed, and headed to the shower. I turned the water on, let it warm up, and started to undress. As I took my boxer briefs off from the night before, a small piece stuck to the tip of my cock from where residual cum had dried. It made me think of Christina and how unbelievably sexy that cum would have looked spilling onto her enormous breasts, dripping down to her stomach and thighs. By the time I actually stepped into the shower, my cock was already throbbing. As I stood in the shower, I almost instinctively, started rubbing my cock, but stopped myself. I didn’t want to waste it on the shower drain!! I wanted Aunt Christina to get every drop of it. So I abstained.



When I got out of the shower, I anxiously checked my phone to see if I had missed a call or text from her. To my disappointment, I had not received anything. Then I remembered that she had mentioned a photo shoot that she had to do that day; the one that she needed to wear a bikini for; that she needed to shave her pussy for; the one that lead to our forbiddingly explicit conversation. Just one more detail from the night before that forced my mind to wander and my dick to stiffen.



As the hours passed, I went about my day. I started to grow more and more anxious by about 3:00PM when I still hadn’t heard anything from her. Of course, I have limited knowledge of the “Hollywood Lifestyle” and have no idea how like a typical photo shoot might take, but not hearing anything from her all day seemed strange to me. However, I didn’t want to start blowing her phone up. What if she was with industry people? What is she would get distracted or in trouble from me texting or calling? I didn’t want to chance it. So I waited patiently. Each hour making my nerves and angst multiply.



It started to grow dark, and I was going absolutely crazy with anticipation! I still had not heard from Christina, and was starting to get the feeling that perhaps the night may not go the way I had hoped. Around 7:45PM, I decided to send her a quick text, just to see how everything was going. I didn’t know what to say without sounding too anxious, so I wrote:



“Hey Christina! How did your photo shoot go? Are you still doing it?”



I thought that seemed nonchalant enough. Not putting unfair pressure on her to feel obligated to meet up, showing interest in what she does, while also making my presence known after a whole day of no communication after the wild conversation we had the night before. I would say about 15 minutes passed, before I got her reply:



“Hey…”



“Hey?!?!?!” I thought to myself. “That’s all??” Something definitely wasn’t right in this reply. What a stark difference from the bubbly, willing, and flirty Aunt I was talking with the night before. Although I could sense something wasn’t right, I figured I would try my best to keep the mood light and try and get things back to where they were the night before.



“How was your day?” I asked.



“It was okay. Can I give you a call?” said Christina. Okay. Something was definitely wrong. Just as I had feared.



“Of course you can.” I replied.



After a few minutes, my phone rang and, just as planned, Christina was on the other end.



“Hello?” I said.



“Hi.” She replied. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t angry, but definitely upset about something.



“What’s going on? Is everything okay? You sound kind of sad.” I said.



“Well…I have felt really strange all day about last night. I mean, you are my nephew. I feel like I completely crossed the line. I barely slept last night. I’ve barely eaten today. I feel like some kind of pervert.” She confessed to me.



“Christina, you aren’t a pervert. I was there too. We just met. It’s not like I grew up looking up to you as an aunt. Besides, we are so close in age!” I said, trying to console her and holding on the one last glimmering hope that perhaps I could still somehow convince her to go through with the promises made the night before.



“I know, I know. I just can’t help but feel that I have betrayed your dad. He’s gone through so much as I am sure you have. The last thing I would want is for something like this to be found out and put a rift between you and your father once more.” She explained.



As she said this, my heart sank. All day, I couldn’t wait to finally be able to put my hands on her. Feel her lips on mine and on my body. Smell her hair and taste her sweat. I guess it was just not meant to be.



“I’m sorry you feel that way Christina, but I understand. Perhaps you are right. I don’t want to make any trouble between you and my dad either.” I said reluctantly.



“I’m so sorry. Believe me, I have been wrestling with this all night and all day. I just don’t think that it is a good idea.” She said apologetically.



“I understand. I hope it doesn’t have to be weird if I come to any future family parties! Haha” I said trying to re-lighten the mood.



“Haha, it wont be. That’s why I think it is a good idea to stop it before it goes further.” She said, mirroring my attempt to lighten the conversation.



“Well I will see you soon then?” I said in conclusion.



“I hope so!” She said, enthusiastically, but with an apparent undertone of regret.



By the time I hung up the phone, my heart had sunk to my knees. As disappointed as I was, I knew she was right, and all the same, I started to be hit with the weight of what happened. What if someone EVER saw the pictures I had sent to her. What if anyone saw the ones she sent to me?? I would feel terrible. I sat on my couch, took one last look at the explicit pictures my aunt had sent me, and regretfully deleted the pictures and texts.



There was nothing left for me to do. It was about 8:30PM now and even though I have never had any shortage of girls to call or hang with, none of them compared to my Aunt. I couldn’t stop thinking about the things she could do with her experienced hands, mouth, and body, that the younger girls I knew, couldn’t do. I tried to distract myself with TV, but it only reminded me of her. I tried to lay down and go to sleep, but I couldn’t think about anything else. I almost couldn’t stand it.



The hours passed this way. Unsettled and restless, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Around 11:30PM, I picked up my phone and thought about texting her, but what would I say? “Please reconsider?”, “I cant stop thinking about you?” No. None of that would be appropriate. I had to just let it go. I closed my eyes, and finally started to dose off into a reluctant and regrettable sleep.



No sooner did I start to fall asleep, that I heard a loud knock on my door. I looked at my clock and it was only 12:15AM. Only 45 minutes after I had finally swallowed the fact that nothing was going to happen between me and Christina.



“Who the hell could that be?” I thought to myself. I didn’t get many visitors to my 1 bedroom apartment, especially none that would just show up and not call or text me first to let me know they were on the way. The sudden rush of blood, from waking up, sent blood rushing to my whole body, including my penis, giving me a soft semi-erection. It wasn’t uncommon. It happened virtually every time I awoke abruptly as a matter of fact. I rose to my feet, curious about who could be knocking. As I made my way through the hallway to the front door, another knock came through. I sped up slightly, hoping that there wasn’t an emergency. I stood against the door. I wasn’t about to just swing my door open to a mysterious knocker in the middle of the night, so I leaned against the door and said



“Who is it?”



There was a short pause before I heard the voice on the other side of the door say,



“It’s Christina.”



My eyes widened and I quickly unlatched the lock on my door and opened it. There stood my unflinchingly sexy aunt. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying slightly. The same look she gave me the day before when we first met. However, these tears seemed to be tears of angst and confusion rather than of joy to see me. My heart was pounding. I could feel it beat in my temples as my body got hot. In my flurry to get to the door, I forgot to put on pants and a shirt. There I stood in the doorway in my boxer briefs. She stared at me, breathing heavily. She also looked as if she had left the house in a hurry. Her hair was a little tussled, her eyes slightly puffy and red underneath the thick black frames of her driving glasses. She was wearing a black cardigan sweater with no shirt (and seemingly no bra) underneath and a pair of small sweat-shorts with running shoes.



She held her keys in both hands nervously as if she was trying to occupy them from something. It seemed as if we were staring at each other for minutes. I breathed heavily as well and the mere sight of her was making my cock grow and become more and more visible through the tightness of my underwear. Every time she inhaled a feverish, intense breath, her chest expanded and I could see the side of her breast through the gap of the buttons on her cardigan. She hadn’t spoken a word yet, and neither had I. She looked like she wanted to say something, or step inside the door, but acted as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff and would surely fall to her demise if she took a step forward.



I knew I had to break the silence.



“Where did you…um…how…how did you know where to find me?” I said. My voice strained from the heavy breathing and shock of seeing her at my doorstep.



With a slight cracking in her voice, she replied “I asked your dad for your address earlier in the night. Told him I wanted to send you a late birthday card.”



The intense stare never broke between the two of us.



“Oh…” I said.



The tension continued to build between the two of us. I knew as soon as one of us moved a muscle, there would be no stopping what was going to happen. With the door open, the cool air hitting my body adding to the chills I already had, as if we each were counting down the seconds before an imaginary force field disappeared between the of us, she let out a loud sigh as we both stepped towards each other simultaneously.



Our bodies collided with force. We passionately kissed in my doorway. Her lips tasted so sweet. They almost tasted as sweet as the strawberries their color mimicked. We moved inside, out of the doorway without unlocking our lips. I pushed the door shut with her body and pinned her against it. Her wrists tightly being held above her head with my hands as we massaged each other’s mouths with our tongues. The kisses were so deep, and so passionate, that I was worried that I would cum just from feeling her body against mine and hearing her muffled moans through the kisses.



“I couldn’t stay away.” She said. “This has to happen.”



“I’m so glad you’re here.” I replied through smacks of our lips and the uncontrollable whimpers that emerged from her lungs.



She pulled her arms down from my grasp, and placed them on my chest. Pushing herself off of the door, she led me to the couch. Her eyes were locked onto mine with an intense fury behind them that made me almost nervous for what was to come. She pushed me down on the couch, removed her glasses, and mounted me. After that, my voluptuous aunt started to lightly grind on my dick.



“You are so hard…I can’t believe I get to have that big cock tonight.” She said.



“It’s all yours. Whenever you want it.” I said, as I moved my hands to that perfect heart shaped ass I had gawked at the day before, and squeezed gently.



This made her put her head back in ecstasy and start to grind a little harder. As if she was catching herself from getting carried away, she stopped, locked eyes with me once more, and stood up from my lap. Standing in front of me, staring at me through the tussled, bright red hair in her face, she slowly unbuttoned her cardigan. I watched in eager anticipation as her absolutely massive and perfect tits spilled out of that tight little sweater.



I let out an uncontrolled moan of surprise and excitement and she giggled a little. Continuing to lock eyes with me, she took her shoes off and turned around to slide her tight sweat shorts off. Just as I had hoped, she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath, so as they traveled over her ass, I got to see it in all of its glory. When they were around her ankles, she looked back at me, completely bent over and smiled at me. I smiled back, but had to quickly turn my attention back to that beautiful shaved pussy that was poking out between her legs. My mouth watered, wanting so badly to sink my face between her legs and taste her.



She stood in front of me while I looked up at her, rubbing my cock through my boxer briefs. It was dark in my living room, but the light from a nearby streetlight shone through my window. The light bounced off of Christina’s body perfectly. Her creamy white skin took on the orange-yellow tint of the streetlight, much like it would have if there was a fire burning. The streetlight usually bothered me, but tonight, I couldn’t have been more thankful for it. It allowed me to see the amazing curves of my aunt’s goddess body. My eyes traveled over her from head to toe then back up; absorbing every perfect inch of her. I scanned her body starting at the tussled red hair atop her head, down to her icy blue eyes and naturally rosy lips, down to her neck and chest that were pulsing due to her heavy breathing. I took a moment to stare and her amazing breasts. It is hard to even describe in words how unbelievable they were. The 24 E cups, hung like perfect teardrops off of her chest. The flawless milky whiteness of her skin blanketed them, only interrupted by a perfectly symmetric and proportionately sized pink nipple on each breast. God! I could not wait to have them in my mouth. My eyes continued to move down her body. She stood with her thighs touching, and her movements were a combination of someone standing at the starting line for a race, and someone holding back urination. I could see her anticipation. As she rubbed her thighs together, she let out small whimpers and moans. I could barely contain myself. My attack readiness was at full alert and I started to get up from the couch which would have surely resulted in me grabbing her, slamming her down on the floor, and ferociously fucking her. However, as I started to stand, she quickly placed both of her hands on my chest and pushed me back down onto the couch.



“Ah ah ah..” she said in a teasing voice, “…I need you to stay right where you are for a while.”



I leaned back as she sunk her red fingernails and fingertips between the elastic of my waistband. She made a soft grip, and started to pull down, making my rock hard cock flop out like it had been being suffocated and finally getting exposed to air. She continued to remove my underwear and take them off completely. She sat on her knees in front of me and pushed my legs open at my knees. Her soft hands caressed the inside of my thighs as she moved them farther and farther up my legs. My head fell back as I closed my eyes and finally felt her right hand reach the base of my penis, and slowly 1 finger after another wrapped around my shaft.



I looked back at her and her beautiful red lips, piercing blue eyes, and flowing red hair were right in front of my swollen dick. As we stared deep into each others’ eyes, she started to breath heavily. I could feel hot wave after hot wave of breath tickling my cock which made it pulsate with anticipation.



“I love your big cock.” she said passionately between breaths, stroking it gently up and down.



She looked me straight in the eyes as she opened her mouth and wrapped it around my cock. I still couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Her mouth was so wet from anticipating my dicks entry. It started slow and methodical, not breaking eye contact with me at first. I followed her eyes as she slowly moved up and down. Each decent of her head sent my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her hand followed the motion of her mouth as she sped up her motion.



As she increased the speed more and more, I could hardly contain myself. It took every ounce of my strength and focus to hold back my cum. I knew she needed to slow down, or else I was going to explode, so I reached out my right hand, grabbed a nice big handful of her hair and pulled her mouth away from my cock. Strings of spit connected my dick, which was now glistening, to her gorgeous red lips. She moaned from the slight pain of my tugging on her hair and looked me in the eyes once more, still stroking my cock with her hand.



Her breathing heavy and her mouth shining from sloppy saliva, she tried to go in for more, but I held her head back. With a smirk on my face, I said



“You want more?”



“Oh God yes baby! Fill my mouth up. I want to keep sucking you.” She uttered through moans and panting.



The intensity of our sex was beginning to increase, and I could tell that she enjoyed being man-handled by me. So with full force, I shoved her head back into my lap and injected the entirety of my cock all the way down her throat. I held her head down on me. I wanted to hear her gag. I was beginning to feel an all new kind of thrill: The thrill of dominating my Aunt.



I could feel her throat closing and opening around my cock, as if she was doing it on purpose. Taking deep breaths through her nose to keep from heaving, she held it in her throat as long as she could. Her face was beginning to get red and I could see tears forming in her eyes. I knew that she was about to break, and with one last contraction of her throat, I abruptly pull her head back once more. As if my cock was a drain plug, when I pulled it out, a waterfall of saliva drowned my cock. She looked at me with tears flowing down her cheeks and spit still dripping from her chin.



“More…” she whispered as she tried to catch her breath. “Give me more!”



Keeping a firm grasp on her hair, I stood up from the couch and towered over her while she remained on her knees. I strategically placed my other hand beneath her chin and squeezed, forcing her mouth to open wider. Once it was open wide, I started to plunge my cock in and out of her throat with ferocity. Her moans were being interrupted each time I jammed my rock hard dick down her throat, then would resume as I pulled it out. I started fucking her mouth so fast, that spit was glazing her entire front side before too long. String after string kept pouring out from her mouth, down her chin, onto her chest; dripping off of huge breasts and perfect pink nipples, onto her milky white thighs. I think it came in handy for her because it made for nice lubrication as she rubbed her clit.

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