Dedication

 

 

 

To Patricia, for putting up with me for over fifty years. Many thanks, many apologies, much love!

 

 

 

Acknowledgements

 

 

 

This story couldn’t have been illustrated without svtln. So many thanks!

 

 

 

Chapter 1 - Questions

Bethany looked at her watch again, though it was only two minutes since she had last glanced at it. She was nervous, but she wanted to talk to her aunt, privately. She and her brother, Brad, were spending the weekend with their Aunt Kate and Uncle Bob and her two cousins, Joe and Billy. The menfolk had just left the house to go fishing, ‘drowning worms’ as Uncle Bob called it. Bethie had turned down the offer to join in.

Aunt Kate noticed her niece fidgeting on the couch and looking out the picture window. She asked, “What are you watching the clock for, Bethie? You look nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs!”

Bethie jumped at the voice and looked behind her nervously, as if she had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. She replied, “Uh, I was just wondering if the guys were going to be coming back.”

Kate said, “Sorry you didn’t go? I can call them and ask them to come back for you.”

“NO!” said Bethie, a trifle more forcefully than she intended. “Sorry, but no, thank you.”

“What’s up, Bethie?”

Bethany Ann Mulvaney smiled at her aunt. The girl was a beautiful young woman, fifteen years old, five-foot five-inches tall, with a classic hourglass build. She weighed 120 pounds and measured 36-24-36 and had auburn hair. She was known as Bethie to family and friends, and Bethany Ann to the teachers and nuns at her school, part of Our Lady of Perpetual Redemption Roman Catholic Church. Her father called it Our Lady of Perpetual Tuition; the students called it Our Lady of Perpetual Frustration.

Bethie

“Remember when you once told me that I could ask you anything about…you know?”

Kate Maggiore grinned. She was Bethie’s mother’s younger sister, and though thirty-six, she had the same curvy build as her niece. The same as her sister and mother, too. The only big difference was that Bethie was still growing. She was still only a C-cup, and not the DD-cup of the rest of the women in the family. “You know, huh? Care to be more specific?”

 

Kate

Bethie blushed. “It’s just…well…I mean, I know why we come over here once a month for the weekend, and why the boys come over to our place two weeks later…and…”

Kate laughed. “Oh, God, the dread secret is out!”

“Aunt Kate!”

“Just what do you think happens on those weekends?”

Bethie blushed again and blurted out, “That’s when my parents have sex, when we come over here, and you and Uncle Bob do it when the boys come to our house!”

Kate laughed loud and long at that. After a few minutes, she said, “Not precisely. Listen, would you like some coffee or something?”

“Iced tea?”

“Come on. Let’s get some tea. If you’re worried the guys will come back and hear us, don’t worry. We can hear them stomping around a mile away.” Kate stood and went to the kitchen, with Bethie following. She took a couple of glasses from the cabinet and filled them with ice and then poured the tea. She sat down at the kitchen table and said, “Sit.” Bethie sat down across from her, and Kate said, “Now, what do you want to know about sex?”

Tea In The Kitchen

“Uh, what did you mean, not precisely?” replied the teen.

“Bethie, we have sex more than once a month, quite a bit more,” admitted Kate.

“Then why the weekend visits?”

“For privacy.”

“Huh?”

“Bethie, if it was just the sex, we get plenty of that already. Your Uncle Bob and I have sex every day or two. The same goes for your parents. That isn’t the issue. The issue is having some private time just to ourselves. We get that on the private weekends.”

Bethie asked, “Is that when you do the…uh…weird stuff?”

Kate stared for a moment. “The weird stuff?”

“You know, the weird stuff!”

Kate rolled her eyes. “Just what is the weird stuff?”

“Uh…” Bethie turned red again.

“Bethie, let’s start at the beginning. Just what do they teach about sex over at Perpetual Redemption?”

Bethie shrugged. “Not much. Basically, not to do it and that birth control is wrong.”

“Not surprising,” sighed Kate. The parochial school was highly regarded and well run, but like all Catholic Church-operated schools, they had a major blind spot regarding human sexuality. “Okay, so have you had sex yet?” Her sister Jenny had told her that they had allowed Bethie to begin dating.

“NO!” answered Bethie, but she looked away as she said so.

“Bethie?”

“Well, not really,” admitted the girl.

“Uh huh. Not really. Bethie, just what have you done? I know you’re dating. Your mother told me so, and that you were going out with a nice boy a year ahead of you,” said Kate.

“Well, yes, Todd and I are going out. We can only go out on Friday and Saturday, but he’s funny and smart and kind and…”

Kate smiled as she listened to her niece go on and on about her boyfriend. The girl had it bad! She remembered back to her own teens and shook her head. “Okay, got it, Todd is the second coming of Christ. Now, just what have the two of you been up to?”

“Aunt Kate?”

“Do you hold hands? Do you kiss? Do you go parking up off Kilgallen?”

“Aunt Kate!”

“You think you guys are the first people to go parking up there?” Bethie blushed and her aunt asked, “So, give! What do you two do?”

“Okay, so we hold hands and kiss,” Bethie admitted.

“And go parking?”

“Yes.”

“Am I going to drag this out piece by piece? Bethie, just tell me what the two of you are up to. We know it’s more than kissing and less than sexual intercourse. Lots of room in between. Now, give!”

Bethie sighed and nodded. “Okay, yes, we go parking and get in the back seat and stuff.”

“And did his hands go places the nuns wouldn’t approve of? And did yours?” asked Kate.

Another nod was forthcoming. “We’ve been kissing and a couple of weekends ago Todd started touching me…I mean my shirt, not my pants…and it felt good…”

“I am guessing really good, too. Just how far did he get? Just touching? Or did your shirt get unbuttoned?”

Bethie blushed and nodded. “It didn’t have buttons, but he pushed it above my breasts and got my bra…uhhh. That felt really nice.”

“What about your bra? Up? Off? Down?”

Bethie blushed and admitted, “He pulled my bra down below my breasts.”

Bethie And Todd Parking

Kate nodded. “Anything else happen?”

“Not then, but last weekend we went parking again, and he got my shirt and bra off. Then he began kissing my breasts, and that was just…amazing! Then, when we took a break, he unzipped his pants and pulled his thing out, and he asked me to touch him.”

“And did you?”

“Uh huh. Just for a few seconds, and then he sort of exploded all over. It was kind of gross, but then Todd started sucking my nipples again, so I played with his thing again. He got real happy when he exploded a second time.”

Advanced Parking

Kate said, “Sounds like fun. You’re on the pill, right? Your mother said you were.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t do that. He wanted me to do weird stuff, though,” said Bethie.

“There’s that expression, weird stuff, again. Just what did he want you to do?”

Bethie lowered her voice and said, “He wanted me to, you know, put my mouth on this thing!”

Kate began laughing. “That’s what you consider weird? A blowjob?”

“Aunt Kate!”

“Bethie, I thought you were talking about something strange, like your Uncle Bob wanting to have sex with me while we were wearing chicken costumes or something!” Kate laughed loudly. “There is nothing weird about a blowjob!” Kate kept laughing, pissing her niece off.

Bethie decided to leave, but Kate took her arm and kept her sitting. “Sorry about that. Okay, let’s go back to basics. So, if Perpetual Redemption isn’t teaching you anything other than sperm and eggs, just where are you finding out anything else?”

“Allie and Collie and Kelly and I sometimes hang out after school and look at stuff on the Internet. We tell our parents we’re studying, you know. You don’t plan to tell Mom that, do you?”

Kate smiled. “We’ll see. So, the bunch of you are learning about the wonders of human sexuality from the Internet, a font of accuracy if ever there was one. Would you like to learn the truth about what the pair of you were doing up on Kilgallen?”

Bethie nodded. “Okay.”

Kate nodded. “The first thing to know is that if the church says it’s bad and it involves sex, then it probably isn’t bad. So, all that stuff they tell you not to do with boys? Knock yourself out! Have some fun!”

“Aunt Kate!” giggled Bethie.

“The second thing is that nothing is weird. That thing with the chicken suits? For some people, that is what gets them off, so for them, it’s not weird. Another thing to remember is never force anybody, and never do anything you don’t want to. No means no, and that goes for either of you.”

“Okay.”

“Now, forget the words they use in the textbooks. We are going to use the words people use.” Bethie nodded but looked confused. “Words like tits. Todd wasn’t massaging your breasts. He was playing with your tits and sucking your nipples. You weren’t feeling good. You were cumming harder and better than you ever have with your own fingers.”

“Aunt Kate!”

“Oh, get real. You going to tell me you don’t get yourself off? You don’t play with your tits? And your pussy? Remember, real words for real people. It’s not your vagina and labia and clitoris. It’s pussy and lips and clit,” finished Kate.

Bethie giggled at that. “Okay, real words. Yes, Todd sucked my tits and rubbed me through my pants, and I came, hard. Is that real enough for you?”

“Getting there. Now, when he unzipped his pants, he didn’t pull out a thing. He pulled out his cock, his dick, his prick. And when you touched him, you were giving him a handjob, and when he exploded, that was him cumming. The stuff that came out was his cum, his semen, his juice. Guys have more names for that stuff than you can imagine. And it feels just as good to the guy as what he was doing to you.”

“Okay.”

“Now, what your boyfriend wants you to do is give him a blowjob. That’s not weird. That’s normal. It’s kind of the next step. Guys love getting their cock sucked. Learn to give a good blowjob and you have the ultimate control over them,” said Kate. “Have you ever seen this stuff on the Internet?”

“Yeah, but it seems so dirty,” replied Bethie.

“It’s not dirty. Is your pussy dirty?”

“No!”

“Neither is a guy’s dick. Besides, if you suck his cock, you can then ask him to lick your pussy, and that is just sheer heaven!”

“Gross!”

Kate laughed. “Bethie, if it feels good when you play with yourself, it feels even better when somebody else does it with you. The thing is, once a guy sees your pussy, he’s going to want to put his dick there. Get him to lick you a few times first.