"Of course I did," Conchi said.
Keith stepped forward and leaned down so he could kiss his aunt on her forehead-although he really wanted to kiss the curly hair that seemed to gleam through her panties. "Who is it?" he asked eagerly.
"I shall not tell you one little detail until you have finished," Conchi said.
Keith returned to his former position and began stroking his cock again. It had slumped down when he had neglected it. "I still want to fuck you," he said.
"Forget it, Keith." Conchi was dressed in a lace plunge bra with panties to match. The black of both intimate garments made a splendid contrast to her light flesh.
Keith bent backward so his cock seemed to thrust forward, pointing at his aunt's body. "You keep saying no when I want to screw you, but you lay there in front of me naked."
Conchi laughed gently. "If you will look closely you will see that I am not naked."
Keith continued handling his rod. He said, "What would you call it?"
In actuality Conchi had lied. Neither the bra nor the panties were opaque enough to hide her charms. The red nipples could be seen on their mounds while the luxuriant tangle of her pubic hair showed through quite plainly. If her legs had been spread, her cunt would have been revealed in all the lush-lipped excitement of its exposure.
"I am not nude," Conchi said. "But I shall be when you ask for it."
Keith pulled his peter and looked with almost tongue-hanging intentness at Conchi's body. "Take off the bra!" he said.
Conchi raised her back and stretched her hands so she could unsnap the bra. It loosened and fell onto her thighs. The full beauty of her ripe tits came to Keith's avid gaze.
"My God, auntie, you torture me!" Keith cried as he took a forward step.
"Don't you dare, young man!" Conchi said. "Work that thing up so I can get my-my tonic."
Keith pulled and cried again: "The panties, auntie, the panties!"
Conchi stood up so she could push her panties off her hips and down her fine legs. She stepped out of the lacy thing and lay back on the couch with her legs spread.
"Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!" Keith breathed the word through clenched teeth.
Conchi barely had time to sit up and cap her nephew's crimson-headed prick with her glass before the come spurted forth as the shaft began to pulsate.
Keith stood there jerking his prick with his eyes closed. His beautiful aunt gathered his semen by squeezing the head of the now dripping cock. "What a fine liquid you give to me, Keith," she said as she worked the last drop into the glass.
Keith opened his eyes and let go of his prick. "If I had my way," he said, "I'd shoot it in your mouth or into your cunt."
"As my students say, no way!" Conchi sat down on the couch again and poured brandy into the glass. The come floated on the surface of the alcoholic liquor. Swirling it around for a moment, she drank it neatly. Pouring a little more brandy into the glass, she asked, "Do you or don't you want to hear about the sex doll I have contacted?"
Keith stood there looking at his aunt's goodies. His prick now hung down in dejection.
Conchi became aware at last that the play was over and she was sitting naked in front of her nude nephew. "My God," she said, "I must put something on or that thing will rise again."
"Let me fuck you, auntie," Keith said.
Conchi rose and walked to the chair where her blue robe lay. She put it on and returned to the couch. She bent down for the bottle and poured another brandy. Looking into her nephew's brown eyes she said, "Keith, go put on your clothes. I can't stand your nakedness."
"Ha!" Keith said. "You can stand anything as long as my juice pops into your glass. Let's fuck!"
Conchi watched as her nephew's prick began to move. "Put on your clothes, right now. If you don't, I swear I will not divulge the girl's name and address!"
"You're putting me on," Keith said. Now he looked intently at his aunt. "There is no girl."
Conchi moved the brandy glass so the liquid swirled around inside. "There is a girl, smarty, and you will never know her if you do not get dressed this instant!"
"You're kidding," Keith said. His prick had relaxed again.
"I am not," Conchi said. She swallowed the brandy. "Nor do I want to play games with a nudist."
"Okay, auntie," Keith said. He walked slowly toward the bedroom where his clothes were. He stopped at the door. "Is she nice?" he asked.
"A tall redhead," Conchi said.
Keith dressed quickly and returned to his aunt. He sat down by her and said, "What kind of girl?"
"A nice girl, Keith." Conchi poured a little more brandy into her glass and held it the way true brandy drinkers do.
"Is she tall, auntie?" Keith asked.
"Keith, you do not hear so well. I told you she is a tall redhead."
"I'd go ape over something like that," Keith said. He put an arm around his aunt and hugged her. "Who is she?"
"Her name is Bettina Werp. She is beautiful."
"I don't believe you because I can't be that lucky."
"Don't call your aunt a liar, Keith. I resent that."
"Okay! Okay! You needn't get huffy with me,just because I can't believe a girl would be interested in a guy like me."
"That is your trouble, Keith. You lack the confidence male chauvinists have."
"I'm shy," Keith said. "Chauvinism has nothing to do with it. I really like girls."
Conchi ruffled Keith's hair. "I know you do,,, but you have to learn to go forward with them. Girls certainly like you. If you gave them half a chance you would know that for truth."
"When do I meet this doll?" Keith asked as he tried to smooth down his hair.
Conchi smiled. "Friday night-and she will surprise you."
"Does she know I'm coming?"
"She expects you to."
"Auntie-you don't mean that literally, do you?"
"All I know is that she won't bite you. Do as she tells you. After you see her your shyness will disappear."
"I sure hope it's that easy." Keith stood up now. "Is she for real, auntie?"
"Trust me. She has agreed to be your sex educator. What more can you ask for?" Conchi sniffed her brandy.
"Her twat," Keith said.
Conchi sipped her brandy. "Bettina is not a prostitute, so treat her like a lady,"
"Do ladies fuck?" Keith asked.
"My God!" Conchi slapped her forehead with her free hand.
Keith bent down to kiss his aunt on one of her now rosy cheeks. "Are you sure she wants to meet me?"
"Keith. She has seen you. She thinks you are handsome. She knows you are not tall-it makes no difference to her!"
A loud sigh escaped Keith's lips. "Amen!" he said.
Conchi stood up beside her nephew. "What does that mean?" she asked as she placed her empty glass on the table.
"I'll get to fuck a girl-that's what it means!"
"I was right when I told her you were sex crazy."
"You did?"
"Yes."
"What did she say?"
"She said she likes sex too."
"She's not a nympho?"
"I don't know that. She is a nice girl and I suppose a nice girl can be sexy."
Keith hugged and kissed Conchi. "You sweet. woman!" he said. He backed away from Conchi. "No matter what happens it's you I really, really want to screw!"
"Good night!" Conchi said, pushing Keith toward the door.
Keith's lips pecked at his aunt's cheeks. "You're so good to me."
"Scat! or I won't tell you where she lives."
"Where does she live!" Keith asked excitedly.
Conchi laughed. "Across the hall in 6-C."
"That close?"
"When you come Friday night just knock on her door. She will be expecting you."
"That close?" Keith said as he opened the hall door.
"Out!" Conchi said. She closed the door and leaned against it. "My God!" she said aloud. "Won't he ever take no for an answer?"