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So I leaned close to her face, my words, whispered slowly, and demandingly, "Do you give in". My face was directly into hers, I'd found that girls would also yield if there was a hint that kiss might be stolen from them, so I was just far enough away to lower my head and steal a kiss.
As Aunty mouthed yet another "No!" she tilted her head up, and using the 'o' kissed me, lusciously temptingly fully and passionately on the lips.
This was not a kiss of "Aunty" it was the kiss of a woman aroused, wet and full, her lips lush and red with excitement. I have wondered since if it was meant to scare me off, too make me give in, which to some extent it did, but in perhaps in a manner Averill preferred. The kiss grew, her tongue sought entry and filled my mouth, and I accepted her hot exciting penetration. Her head fell back against the cushion, and she looked into my eyes questioning me, was I man or boy, was our game over, or had the rules changed. This time I leaned down, easing my weight from her slightly as I kissed her with equally fervent zeal, my turn to dance my tongue in her mouth, to glory in the luscious juices. I broke away kissing and nibbling her chin, down too her neck as my hand crept between us following her upper chest and snaking towards the upper reaches of her brassiere; her hands free Aunty grasped my head stopping my advances. My heart skipped a beat, was our game up, had this grown decided enough was enough, had I failed another test of life, too soon, too slow, wrong touch. Aunty Averill had my attention; her hands now grasped my shoulders.
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