Kevin's Family Chapter 1: Aunt Lori
by Sportster
Kevin's aunt shows him who's the boss.

When Kevin's parents told him that their new consulting business would require 
them to spend the entire summer with a client in California, his first reaction 
was that of joy - he would be on his own for the summer! His feeling of 
independence was quickly deflated, however, when his father said that he would 
be spending the summer in New Jersey, with his Aunt Lori and her children. A 17 
year-old, rising high school senior was too young to spend the summer by 
himself. 

Kevin protested that a) he was counting on working at the pool and b) he wanted 
to spend the summer hanging with his friends. His mom countered, however, by 
telling him that a) his aunt had offered him a job at her gym and b) Lori's 
oldest daughter, Monica, was only a few years younger than him and could 
introduce him to a group of new friends. 

On the flight from Wisconsin to New Jersey, Kevin counseled himself with the 
knowledge that working at his aunt's gym would allow him to work out for the 
upcoming sports seasons. He had been elected captain of both the cross-country 
and wrestling teams for his senior year, more for his popularity rather than his 
athletic abilities, and he needed to work on both strength and endurance. 

In some ways, Kevin realized, he would be freer than he would have been back 
at home, since his aunt was used to raising daughters, and could not be as 
strict with her nephew as his parents would have been. As for making friends 
with Aunt Lori's daughters, well, he'd see; they were all younger than he was, 
but he'd have plenty of chances to meet other people his own age. 

"Aunt Lori" wasn't really his aunt, of course; she was really his mother's 
cousin, which made her Kevin's second cousin, and her daughters Kevin's second 
cousins-once removed. He'd only seen them a few times in his life, and not for 
the last five years, but Lori had been close to Kevin's mother when they were 
young. Since both her parents were, like Kevin himself, only children, there was 
no other relative with whom Kevin could stay. Lori did have a sister, who lived 
somewhere in the South, but Kevin's father had not gotten along with her as well 
as with Lori, and Kevin hadn't seen her since he was a baby. 

Lori was a divorcee of 7 years now, and had been raising her three daughters by 
herself; she had refused child support, since she made far more money than her 
ex and her husband had not seen his children since the divorce. She was a very 
successful businesswoman, having started as a personal trainer and aerobics 
teacher and climbed her way to the ownership of five elaborate health clubs in 
the Philadelphia suburbs of southern Jersey. 

At the airport Kevin was met by Lori and all three of her daughters. All four 
were dressed for the beautiful summer weather, wearing shorts and sleeveless 
shirts, and showed impressive physiques covered by beautifully tan and smooth 
skin. Kevin couldn't believe that Lori was 43 years old, over twice his age: he 
dreamed of seeing women like her when he went to college in a year. She was 
about 5 foot 7, three inches shorter than Kevin, and her blond hair was pulled 
back in a ponytail. Her legs were muscular but not grossly vascular, the legs of 
an aerobics teacher, and her shoulders and arms proved that she was a regular 
visitor to the weight rooms in her clubs. She greeted Kevin with a smile and a 
hug that took his breath away, before reacquainting him with her daughters.

All three of the girls showed a resemblance to their mother in everything but 
their hair, which revealed the brunette genes inherited from their father. 
Monica, the oldest, was 15, a rising sophomore in school. She had light brown 
hair in a straight cut that went halfway between her ears and her shoulders. She 
was slightly taller than her mother was, but her physique was a bit more 
slender. She was a beautiful young woman, going through puberty with no 
difficulty, her skin clear, her bosom firm, and her hips curving.

Vicky, a 13-year-old about to enter 8th grade, had much darker and somewhat 
wavier hair, although of similar length. She was about two inches shorter than 
Lori, five inches shorter than Kevin, but had a stocky build similar to her 
mother. Kevin couldn't help but notice the beginning of a development that would 
carry her along a similar path to her mother and sister: her breasts were 
beginning to stick out, and a curve in her hips was noticeable. 

Shelly was the baby of the family, a 10 year old going into 5th grade. She was 
almost five feet tall, and had hair somewhere between the complexion of her 
sisters. Although she was flat-chested and smooth-hipped like any girl her age, 
there was no doubt that she too would be a knock-out. 

Within a week Kevin had settled down comfortably in his new surroundings. Lori 
had a beautiful house in the suburbs, and Kevin had his own comfortable room. 
There was plenty of exercise equipment in the house, but Kevin was able to work 
out at the nearest of Lori's gym when he was off-duty from his job behind the 
desk. His cousins were friendly and welcoming, and he was constantly following 
them to their athletic events. 

He was not surprised that they were so fit-looking, considering that they seemed 
to spend the entire day exercising. Monica ran every morning, and spent the 
afternoon either in a lifting session or in practice getting ready for the 
upcoming field hockey season. Vicky woke up early for swim practice every 
morning (Kevin often dropped her off at the pool on the way to work), and if she 
didn't have a summer league meet in the afternoon she was at the nearby tennis 
club, usually playing (and beating) the boys. As for Shelly, like most children 
her age she participated in a number of sports and spent the rest of her free 
time running or riding bikes or playing actively; her summer sports, however, 
seemed to be diving and soccer. 

Lori, however, operated at an entirely different level. Her energy was amazing: 
she probably spent close to four hours a day in active exercise, while at the 
same time running her clubs, training special clients, and raising her family. 
She taught at least one, if not two, exercise classes daily, ranging from step 
aerobics to spinning to cardio boxing. She lifted every day, alternating target 
areas, and often went for a bike ride or run in the early evening. Kevin was 
sure that he was stronger and faster than her, but he doubted that he could 
exercise as intensely as she did for as long a period of time - and she was well 
over twice his age!

The first sign that this summer would not be all that Kevin thought it would be 
came on a Tuesday evening, when his aunt made him stay at the club after 
closing to put away a recent shipment of cleaning supplies. Kevin began moving 
the heavy boxes around, and within a few minutes he was sweating and panting 
from the exertion. 

He was struggling to stabilize one particularly heavy box of bottles of 
disinfectant when he heard his aunt sigh with exasperation. "Here," she said, 
"let me get that." With that she plucked the box from both his arms and, to 
Kevin's amazement, tucked it under one arm. She then proceeded to pick up an 
identical box, tuck in under the other arm, and quickly carry them both across 
the room. 

Lori then turned to Kevin with a smile and said, "Don't worry, Kevin, I'll carry 
the heavier boxes. After all, I can't expect a big 17 year old boy who's not 
done growing to keep up with a 43 year old fully grown woman, now can I?" As she 
walked by a stunned Kevin she gave him a playful (but stinging) slap on the 
cheek, then put a hand on his rear, twisted him around, and pushed him towards 
a pile of smaller boxes containing sponges and tissue paper. 

>From that moment on Lori began to playfully tease her nephew. When he was 
cleaning the dishes, she would snatch heavy pots out of his hands and dry them 
herself, telling him she didn't want him to hurt himself. When asking him to go 
someplace, she would give him a gentle but firm push on the backside to send 
him in the right direction. 

The most humiliating moment, however, came one day when Kevin was reaching 
for a book on the top shelf. All three of the girls were there, and began 
giggling uncontrollably when their mother sneaked up behind their cousin and 
lifted him up in her arms so that his eyes were on a level with the top shelf. 
"Kevin dear, just let me know next time you want to get something up high - I 
don't want you to climb up here and hurt yourself." Their giggles turned to 
outright laughter when she continued, "And if I'm not here, just ask one of the 
girls to help you!"

Everything Lori did was with a smile, however, and he felt that he couldn't 
confront her about it - she was his aunt, she was his boss, and most importantly 
of all, how could he confront a woman over twice his age about physically 
humiliating him? He started becoming sloppier at work, however, and coming 
home later and later. He did find a few new friends in the area, and began 
hanging out with them.

One Sunday night, Lori was sitting at home, stretching in front of the TV after 
a long bike ride. She was wearing a white sports bra that showed off the golden 
tan sheathing her powerful shoulders and arms and red Lycra tights that ended 
halfway to her knees, emphasizing her muscular thighs. She was wearing her 
cross trainers, with white sweat socks rolled down to right above the ankle. A 
red scrunchie pulled her beautiful blond hair back into a tight pony-tail. As 
she worked on her hamstrings, she saw Kevin heading to the door.

"Kevin, where are you going?" she asked in a sing-song voice.

Kevin stopped at the door, clenching his fists. "Out," he responded through 
clenched teeth, turning around to face his aunt.

"Now Kevin, you know that a boy your age has to ask permission before going 
out," she responded as she hopped up in one smooth motion. As she walked up 
to him, she continued, "Besides, you have to get up early for work tomorrow."

Lori was now standing inches away from the young boy, who was forced to look 
down in her face, her cheeks glowing with perspiration and her eyes glowing with 
a mischievous look. His eyes were then drawn to her breasts, which were only 
partially covered by the sports bra, and embarrassed he then looked away. He 
was filled with both anger at his aunt's treatment of him and an arousal at the 
closeness of her incredible body.

"L-look." he finally stammered, "I'm 17 years old, and a senior - I can do 
whatever the hell I want. You're not my mom, you're not even really my aunt! 
Besides," he said, feeling more confident "all your daughters are out tonight, 
so I'm going out too!" 

With that last statement, he took a half step toward her, hoping to intimidate 
the smaller woman. To his surprise, she didn't budge at all, but instead took a 
full step forward, forcing Kevin to retreat against the closed door. She lifted 
her right hand and pointed her index finger directly at his face. 

"First of all," she said, "none of my daughters have to get up to work tomorrow, 
and they are all spending the night at friends' houses, supervised by parents. 
Second of all," and with this she touched the extended finger to Kevin's chest, 
"you are not too young to do what your aunt says - and you will continue to 
address me as `Aunt Lori'." She now was pressing her finger forcefully into 
Kevin's sternum, and to his surprise he could feel it holding him against the 
door. "And third of all," she said, "this is MY house, and you WILL do what I 
say!" 

Despite her stern and forceful words, the smile remained on Lori's face during 
this whole speech, infuriating Kevin even more. She then finished with the coup 
de grace, words that she knew would get the desired effect from this young boy. 
"Is that understood, little Kevy-boy?"

That did it. If there was one thing that Kevin hated, it was being called a 
diminutive like "Kevy" - and the "little" appellation just made it worse. 
Furious, he whipped one hand up to knock away his aunt's hand, planning on 
pushing her away and marching out the door. 

To his surprise, his left hand stopped cold on meeting his aunt's right hand. 
She quickly grabbed his wrist, and with a twist he found himself down on his 
knees, his aunt standing behind him and holding him down by applying pressure on 
his arm with her right hand and his shoulder with her left hand.

"I thought we were going to have to have this conversation soon," she sighed. "I 
guess it's going to be tonight." She then let go of his shoulder and pulled back 
on his forehead, so that his back was forced back into a painful arch. His eyes 
stared straight up at her steely abs, her sweaty breasts, and her still smiling 
face. "I am going to remind you who the boss is in this house, and teach you the 
proper respect that you are going to show me. Is that understood?" 

Kevin could only whimper at the pain in his wrist and lower back. How could this 
be happening? He knew his aunt was an amazing athlete, certainly in better 
overall shape than him, but how could she be overpowering him so easily? He 
was on the wrestling team, for chrissake! 

Lori then let go of him, and he slumped to the floor in relief. Before he could 
do anything, however, she grabbed his shorts from the year and, to his 
amazement, lifted him off the ground. She carried him several feet and tossed 
him onto the sofa, flipping him as she did so that he landed on his back. She 
hopped onto Kevin's chest, pinning his upper arms down with her legs as she 
kneeled on top of him. 

Her arms crossed beneath her chest, Lori looked down at the teenage boy 
pinned helplessly beneath her. She had always loved humiliating big boys - she 
remembered the first time that she had beaten up a boy as old as 17. She had 
been 12 at the time and asked to mow the lawn, and he had been a neighbor boy 
(a soccer star) who was lounging around in his backyard. By the time she was 
done with him, he had "volunteered" to mow the lawn while she was relaxing in 
the sun. And this was not the first wrestler she had defeated either, nor the 
best; as a freshman year in high school, she had "persuaded" the a defending 
state champion in the 185 pound weight class to pay for her lunch every 
day…persuaded by pinning, stripping, and spanking him until he howled like a 
baby. 

Lori had kept up her hobby over the years, but increased responsibilities had 
prevented her from really taking the time to dominate a man since she had 
kicked out her ex-husband - a former All-American swimmer whom she had 
picked for his looks and athletic ability, and discarded once she had the three 
children she was hoping for. Now, however, fate had placed in her lap another 
delightful young boy, just ripe for training. And he was hers all summer. At 
times she wondered if, at age 43, she was too old for this. But yet, here she 
was, and there he was. 

Lori had decided on a 4-step approach to today's activities, and it was time to 
begin phase one. She squeezed her legs together, pressing his arms into his 
chest. She could tell that she was causing him pain, because he was trying to 
thrash around and knock her off, but was unable to do so. "First of all," she 
said calmly, "you have to stop treating me so rudely. If I ask you a question, 
you will answer politely. You will address me by `Aunt Lori' when you speak to 
me, and you will not stay out late on work nights. Is that understood?"

Kevin couldn't believe his predicament. He had no leverage to move his body 
and throw her off. He was unable to move his upper arms, held down by her legs 
as she straddled his body, but he could move from the elbow down. In 
desperation he reached over her legs hoping to force her off or grab her thighs 
or do anything to escape. To his shock, when he grabbed her thighs all he could 
feel was rock hard muscle, covered by baby-smooth skin but still as resisting as 
stone. 

Lori began to press harder, and a whimper began to escape from him. "Well?" 
she asked. 

Kevin knew he had no choice but to give in and strike back later. "Ok, OK, I 
give."

Lori squeezed even harder, and grabbed his chin in a vise-like grip. "'Ok' 
what?" she asked.

The pain in his jaw was unbearable. "OK, Aunt Lori, I give!" he shrieked.

"Good," she replied, and got off the shocked boy, walking over to turn off the 
television that had been blaring the whole time.

Kevin thought quickly. His aunt had surprised him, that was all. Now that he was 
ready, he would do the surprising, and show her who was boss. He wasn't a 
varsity wrestler for nothing!

When she turned around, Lori was not surprised to see the taller boy diving for 
her legs - she had expected, and even hoped, for this reaction. With a 
triumphant yell she leaped over Kevin and twisted in mid air so that she landed 
behind and facing him. As he started to get up, she reached down with both 
arms, grabbed him around the chest and jerked him up. She flipped the young 
man around as she did so, so that he was now facing the ceiling, and completed 
the motion by slamming him down on top of her shoulder. She did not budge 
from the impact, although Kevin's reaction was clear from the loud scream that 
filled the room.

Kevin didn't know what had happened - all he knew was that he was in pain, all 
because of his middle-aged aunt. He squirmed and twisted, but was unable to 
get out of the position. To make matters worse, he felt himself being shifted 
around on her back so that he was draped, face-up, across the back of her 
shoulders. Then she pulled back on both his head and legs, causing 
unbelievable agony to shoot up his spine.

Kevin screamed, "Ahhhh!!!!! Please, oh please stop!" 

Lori replied, "But Kevin, I don't think you learned your lesson last time. You 
weren't just rude to your elder, you tried to strike a helpless woman."

"No, I swear, I promise by everything, Aunt Lori, it will NEVER happen again! 
Just please let go!"

Lori held him there for another minute as he continued to beg for release, 
before finally dumping him onto the sofa. She sat down and pulled his head onto 
one thigh, and then lightly crossed her other leg over his neck as she stroked 
his forehead and wiped the tears away. 

Now Kevin had always been a leg man, which Lori had suspected by the way 
that he was always gazing at the legs of the women at the gym and even of Lori's 
own daughters! And so, as Kevin become more aware of his surroundings and 
saw the gorgeous, tan, powerful leg right in front of his face, he could not 
help but become aroused. And again, this was just what Lori had planned.

While one hand remained on his face, she used the other to unzip his shorts. 
"No, plea-" Kevin began to say, but a slight increase in pressure from Lori's 
uppermost thigh cut his protests short. She continued pulling off his shorts and 
boxers, allowing his confined member to spring up to attention, and then in one 
casual motion ripped off his T-shirt.

Smiling, Lori looked down at the captive boy, while stroking his cheek with one 
hand and his penis with the other. "Now to more serious matters. You will not 
just be polite to your Aunt Lori, but you will do everything she says. Am I 
right?" 

Kevin was torn by several feelings - the pain in his neck, back, and chest; the 
humiliation at being so easily beaten by this 43-year old woman, and the arousal 
that she was drawing forth with her hands. With so many emotions dominating 
him, he had no choice but to give in. "Yes, Aunt Lori, I'll do whatever you want 
- Oh god, yes!"

"Good," she said, easing the pressure on his neck but keeping up the stroking 
below. "But there's one more thing I have to do.just to make sure, you know. 
I'm sure a bright boy like you understands that a woman can't be too careful 
these days!"

Kevin was near bursting now, so Lori quickly switched from stroking and arousing 
him to gripping him tightly at the base of his penis, preventing him from 
coming. He started to beg, but she ignored him while she uncrossed her legs and 
then, letting go of his head and member, grabbed him under the armpits and swung 
him in front of her. Holding him high, she pulled him into her while she sat on 
the edge of the sofa, and then gripped his chest in a tight bear-hug. He was 
held high enough so that his head was over her head, and his hard penis was 
pressed against the smooth, sexy skin of her rock-hard stomach. She wrapped her 
powerful legs around his, locking them into position, and then squeezed. Hard.

Kevin began screaming, begging, crying, but Lori kept working the bear-hug. She 
loved the position she held him in. His legs and torso were held immobile by her 
limbs, and she was causing him great pain there with little effort on her part. 
By letting him keep his arms free, he could try to get out, but he was realizing 
that his wild swings were making no impact on the powerful muscles of her upper 
back. At the same time, she was increasing his state of arousal by keeping his 
penis in direct contact with her bare skin. To compound this feeling, she began 
lifting him up and down while applying the bear-hug, rubbing his member against 
her steely abdomens, the sweat acting as a lubricant.

Kevin was lost in a world of pain. He could feel himself about to explode, but 
the agony in his legs, groin, and chest were beyond description. He could feel 
himself coming as she increased the pain, but could do nothing by beg and cry. 
Begging. Crying. Coming. Begging. Crying. Coming. Begging. Crying. Coming. It 
seemed like it would never end.

Lori knew it was over now, and let go of the hold, allowing the athletic teen-
age boy to slump down. She wiped off her stomach with the scraps of his clothes, 
and then let him continue sobbing as she held him against her breasts. "So now 
how are you going to treat me, Kevin?"

"Oh god, Aunt Lori, I'll do whatever you want, whatever!" he sobbed out.

"No matter what?"

"No matter what."

"And will you ever question anything I do?"

"NO! NEVER!" he screamed. 

"Good," she said, "and pleasant dreams." He started to look up at her, but she 
grabbed the back of his head and forced them between her breasts. He struggled 
a little, but was soon out cold. Smiling, she threw him over her shoulder and 
walked to his room. She tossed him onto his bed for the night, and then went to 
her own bathroom for a shower.

To be continued in chapter 2: Cousin Monica