Lessons From Aunt Lorraine By Merz All in the family punishment When I turned eighteen I had the world by the nuts. Because of my height advantage I had just won my weight class in a regional Tae Kwan Do tournament, I had been accepted into the college I wanted, my was car running sweet, and I was just trying to make up my mind about which girl to take to the graduation dance. My aunt hit town for one week that spring and I felt lucky to escape with my own nuts barely in tact. Aunt Lorraine was the middle child in my mom's family. She was thirty nine that year, three years younger than Mom, four years older than my uncle Patrick. We didn't get together with my mom's family nearly as much as with my dad's. Whenever we did, and especially if Aunt Lorraine was there, things felt very uncomfortable with the men looking away rather than really at each other even when they talked. There were lots of silent moments when a topic would come up, run for a little while, and then come to a sudden awkward halt and die out. Aunt Lorraine always seemed to have a good time, laughing and cracking jokes that made the adults squirm, teasing people about how strong she was, slapping the men on back and playing around with the younger kids. Aunt Lorraine had been a body builder longer than I had been alive. When she was twenty-one she won a big contest and got to be considered a professional. She had been competing for twenty years by the time she hit our house that spring. She always entered two or three contests a year and would send us pictures and magazine articles with her name highlighted. She addressed them to me or my little sister, April, rather than to my folks. Still, if my parents got the mail before we did and saw an envelope from her, they just tore it up or threw it away without opening it. We each caught them doing it and made a big scene but they never came out and said they hated her or told us why they did whatever they could to pretend she didn't exist. What I really made a point of getting first were her Christmas Cards. I had four of them stashed in my room where my parents would never find them, and they were pretty hot. She'd pose for a photograph doing something like spanking a guy dressed as one of Santa's elves, or carrying a sack of gifts that looked like it weighed tons while Santa looked amazed. They were pretty silly, but in the pictures her nice tits spilled over her bikini tops, and she had acres of golden skin and mountains of muscles showing. If my parents had seen what she was sending they would have hit the roof, so I made sure they didn't. They probably figured my aunt had quit sending the cards to our house because she knew how mad it made them. I figured that was exactly why she sent them. Aunt Lorraine came through town to promote a line of vitamins and diet supplements. She invited herself to stay with us rather than at a hotel. Even though it would be weird in most families to have a relative stay in a hotel when they had a spare room, that's probably what my parents would have done if Aunt Lorraine had given them a chance. Instead she just called up, announced she was coming in a couple weeks, and then showed up with two suitcases. Her schedule during her visit involved getting up early and going for a run before whipping up some peculiar milkshake for breakfast. About 8:00 she went to a gym for her real workout of the day, for a couple hours. By about eleven she headed out for a round of promotional events at malls and gyms around town. She did her workout first to be more buffed up when she was promoting the vitamins and supplements or when she was signing autographed pictures of herself. More often than not, in the evening she cooked dinner for us all. I think that was because she followed a pretty strict diet so it was easier that way for her to be sure we all had chicken with no skin on it, or fish, or once just a big salad. She was in bed by ten, so it didn't seem like I got much time to visit, or just stare which would have been entertaining enough. All week I was jealous of my sister, because she spent more time with Aunt Lorraine than I got to. April would go into her room a couple of times every evening, and they'd be in there with the door closed talking about who knows what, or doing things I couldn't guess about. And I heard them talk about April skipping school one morning to go to the gym with Aunt Lorraine. And then I heard them saying that April had cut class to go to one of the demonstrations at a mall near school. Aunt Lorraine and April always had things to talk about, and I couldn't get her past teasing me and treating me like a kid even though I was three years older than April. Sunday, the day before her flight out, Aunt Lorraine had her afternoon free. Because she had said the night before that she expected to spend her free time around the house, my parents came up with reasons to be gone which was great by me. I heard her come in about noon and quickly went inside looking for her. I had been working out myself hoping I could impress her. I was a little sweaty, and I thought that would be a good thing for her to see. I had on just my cutoffs while I practiced some forms, and left my tee shirt outside so I could show off even better. "You must put in a lot of time on your Karate," Aunt Lorraine said when I came into the kitchen where she was getting herself a drink from the refrigerator. She was wearing a snug pink warm-up outfit that showed off her curves and tits but not really her muscles. "I saw your trophies." "It's Tae Kwan Do," I corrected her. "Better than Karate." "Oh? Better for what?" "Self defense. It's got a lot of great kicking moves and combinations Karate doesn't. That's important." I folded my arms on the counter dividing the kitchen from the dining room and leaned toward her. "I always figured that if I get my hands on somebody who wanted to get tough, I can take care of myself. I do some wrestling with guys, and just between you and me, I've never lost." She leaned across the counter, too, looking right in my eyes while she talked. Then she ran her finger up and down my arm. "Even when they get mad and try slugging me instead of wrestling like we agreed, I haven't had any problems." She measured my upper arm with her fingers and then showed me her arm under her shirt was thicker, and winked. "Well, that's the thing. I have grappling moves, but because I'm so tall for my weight my kicking and punching technique can keep an opponent from getting close enough to get his hands on me." I thought about flexing my arms or doing something to show off, but I knew from her pictures hers really were bigger, so I straightened up to show my height and that I had good abs and defined pecs. "Or HER hands," I added and tried giving her a meaningful look. She smiled. "Show me, tough guy." Just like that she pulled off her sweatshirt and she just had a bikini top underneath. There it was, that incredible body she had built. Muscles everywhere. Big tits she said she had paid a fortune for. Just an incredible package that instantly started getting me hard. "In the backyard? Don't hold back, but no face punching. I think I can handle any body shots you want to try." To prove her point she slammed her fist into her own washboard abs with a loud whack, and all it did was make her tits jiggle in their halter. She slipped off the sweat pants so I could see how thick her thighs and calves looked, and that her bikini bottom wasn't hiding her gorgeous, round, muscled butt at all. She came around the counter while I just stood there staring at all her beautiful meat, and she started steering me to the back door with a hand on my elbow. Being that close and seeing that much of her I figured I was six inches taller but ten pounds lighter, if not twenty. She led the way to the middle of the backyard and turned to face me. "Okay, we'll go to submission Ð until one of us has had enough and surrenders. Winner gives the loser lunch. That should keep it from getting too competitive, right? This is all in the family and the loser gets a treat but if I think you're holding back I promise to give you a spanking you'll never forget." She got in a shallow crouch and that tensed up her leg muscles, her wide shoulders and her upper arms. She looked like she really did know about wrestling. I snapped out a kick to test her reflexes, not meaning to hit her hard with it but to give her a sample of what I could do if she really wanted to get into it. She moved about six inches backward and slugged me in the bottom of my foot. The punch came so fast, so hard and so completely unexpected I couldn't believe it. The pain was a flash that ran clear up through my body. I stepped back, and as soon as I put my kicking foot back on the ground I got another stabbing pain. Aunt Lorraine jumped in at the instant she saw me flinch, before I could gather myself for another attack or prepare a defense. She ducked under where I had my hands up as a guard, came up close against me, and grabbed me with one hand right around my throat. Her hand grabbed my throat pretty hard so it sounded like a sharp slap. Because I take my martial arts pretty seriously, I've toughened myself there and now it paid off. She might have done real damage if my throat was as vulnerable as the average person. She did enough damage with what she did next. With one hand gripping my throat she shoved straight up, lifting me off the ground as she powered upward with her legs until she was standing up straight, holding me over her head with one bulging arm. She let that sink in for a moment, then slammed me right into the ground. One of the first things you learn in any martial art is how to land. When you start out, you end up landing hard a lot, so you learn how to do it without getting hurt. This hurt. It wasn't like just dropping from about seven feet in the air, she slammed me down. I hit the ground and bounced once, a gasp of pain and surprise escaping along with all the air from my lungs. My brain and my training told me I had to get up instantly before the next attack came. My aching body told me there was no way I was going to do that. Aunt Lorraine looked down at me for a moment then stepped in between my legs and massaged my balls with her bare foot. "How you doing, Bruce Lee?" I gasped for air a couple more times, and then started to struggle back to my feet. Aunt Lorraine offered me her hand and suddenly I didn't hurt anymore. I forgot about everything except looking at the muscles of her arm bulge as she helped me up. The way she smiled when I put my hand on top of her biceps told me she didn't mind my doing it and that she knew it wasn't an accident and wasn't about anything except feeling that gorgeous big muscle. "Are you okay? Maybe we should stop. I didn't mean for you to land that hard. I thought you'd have some move to get out of something that simple. I forgot you were a kid." That did it. I was no kid, and I do have a lot of good moves. I twisted in against her and shifted my hands on her arm so I could use it to toss her to the ground. She countered by tensing the arm so it wouldn't move, and so the muscles really stood out all along it. Then she moved behind me almost like I had wanted, except she was in control instead of me. The arm I was holding suddenly wrapped around my neck with this biceps as big as a softball flexed against my throat, the forearm bulging against the side of my neck and cutting off the blood. I tried throwing an elbow into her, but the first one missed and she moved closer against me so the second one didn't have much force when it hit her hard stomach. Then she grabbed my ankle with her left hand and pulled it out from under me so I was bent like a bow. She put a knee in the small of my back and slowly increased the pressure. "Better give up. I can put you to sleep with this if I want, I can break your back, or I can switch to a leg lock." Her mouth was right by my ear as she calmly described my predicament. Her tongue flicked into my ear and she chuckled as I struggled for another couple seconds. "I give," I managed to gasp out. Aunt Lorraine immediately released me, easing me down to the ground like she was afraid I'd break if she just let go. She let me keep feeling the muscles on the arm around my neck, even after she had let go of the other places she had me. She loosened it, but twitched the biceps a couple times so I could get a final thrill for all my pain. I don't know why I didn't let it end there, but I still thought I could impress my Amazon Aunt. As soon as she let me go and stepped back I exploded off the ground and slammed into her, trying to knock her down or tackle her around the legs or something. Anything, really, because when she didn't flinch from my crashing into her I tried snapping quickly upright and throwing some punches against her body and even at her face. That's how mad I was because of being so badly beaten. I really wanted to hurt her for a moment. Probably I was lucky she didn't take me seriously, because she swatted my fist to the side like swatting a fly and then threw a forearm into my chest and knocked me flat on my back. "We're done, Stan. We said we'd go to submission and we're already there. And I told you not to try hitting my face. Don't make me punish you." Aunt Lorraine sounded like she was talking to a child, and like everything that had just happened to me didn't count as punishment. She grabbed me by the hair to pull me off the ground. Holding me at arm's length so I couldn't put up any more fight she walked backward to a folding chair at the edge of the lawn. She sat down, pushed me down to my knees between her thighs and said, "Time for me to pay up. Eat hearty. I'll tell you when you're done." Still holding a handful of my hair she shoved the bikini bottom away from her shaved slit and pushed my face right into it. "Start licking, tough guy. I told you the winner gives the loser lunch." "Oh, gross! You don't really want him doing that, do you?" From where Aunt Lorraine held my head between her thighs I could just barely see April walk out of the house wearing shorts and a t-shirt and drinking a glass of juice. "I told you his first move would be that kick. It's pathetic that he does the same things every time. I bet if he had to fight the same guy twice he'd get slammed so hard they'd repossess his black belt." "Well, I imagine if they didn't expect it, his kick could hurt somebody. You have to admit, he is pretty fast. Come on, Stan, I can hardly tell you're there," and she pushed my face tighter into her so I started licking harder. She gave a big sigh and moved my head around with her hands. April casually pulled up another chair and sat down next to where Aunt Lorraine was forcing me to eat her out. She talked like I wasn't even there, being humiliated. "Big deal. I saw how your muscles let you do anything you wanted with him. I could work the string bean over even worse if I wanted." "Really? You kids like to wrestle around? What do your parents say?" Aunt Lorraine gave a big shudder that made her powerful thighs squeeze my head almost hard enough to pop it. "Hell, no, they'd go crazy if I beat him up, or if they caught us really fighting. I just know how strong I am, like I've showed you. How about it, ass hole? Want to get your butt kicked again?" April had never talked to me like that. It seemed like she hardly talked to me at all, like she just put up with the fact that we accidentally lived under the same roof. I tasted a juicy gush inside Aunt Lorraine, and she gave a little squeal of pleasure. "Good job Stan!" She pulled my face out and up, kissed me full on the mouth and licked her lips. Then she lifted me up to sit on her knee, like I was a little kid instead of being taller than her and three years older than April. "See, I'm not so bad, am I? Want to see what your little sister can do? I know she's stronger than I would have guessed so you don't have to if you don't want to." "Hell yes." I was so mad that April had seen Aunt Lorraine kick my ass and then make me eat her that I decided I wasn't going easy at all. If she got hurt, tough. It was my aunt's idea, not mine, and April had asked for it. I got up quickly, planning to knock her down hard and fast. I didn't get a chance to go easy or hard or anything. April stood up and we squared off pretty close together. I moved one of my feet backward to get a basic stance, but suddenly April stomped as hard as she could on the foot I hadn't moved. It was the same foot Aunt Lorraine had already hurt, and the pain from April stomping on it was screaming. It was about to lift off the top of my head. Tears of pain were in my eyes so everything was a blur when April made her next move. I had instinctively picked up my injured foot, and then April picked me up. Right off the ground in her arms. She tossed me up a little and let me drop on my butt, and that hurt too. Aunt Lorraine laughed and said, "That's not the best fighting tactic I've seen, Musclegirl. I don't think I'd try it on anyone else." "So what? I can beat him. I've seen all his moves for years, like I told you. He's no contest. Check it out, Stanley. Aunt Lorraine took it a lot easier on you than I will." She flexed her right arm as I looked up from the ground, and I couldn't believe it was so big. April wasn't lean and defined like Aunt Lorraine, so I hadn't really figured that even if her arms were thick they were also really muscular. I gulped when I saw her biceps made an impressive round ball on top of her arm, lots more impressive than mine. But she still wasn't a fighter. Furious at myself, at April and at Aunt Lorraine I jumped up in spite of everything that hurt. I'm good at Tae Kwan Do because I've learned how to keep fighting even after I get hurt. Just focus your pain and anger on your target and attack. I came up punching, partly because I had just tried a kick and April might not expect a punch and partly as a set up for a whip kick that would take off her head. I threw two punches that she avoided, then I gritted my teeth as I put all my weight on my injured foot to throw the kick that couldn't miss. "Yes!" April shouted. My kick was only half extended when she dropped down and swept my leg out from under me. I felt my knee tweak as April kicked my lower leg out from under me and I crashed to the ground one more time. This time she didn't waste any time posing or bragging or anything. I landed on my side and she rolled me onto my back, pinning my arms. Then she grapevined her legs around mine and started torquing my body, her arms twisting my shoulders and upper body one way and her legs twisting mine the opposite direction. I was trying to pull her off, I was trying to resist the twisting, and I was trying to keep from screaming in pain and frustration. At least it wasn't a loud scream when it came out, but I failed completely at the other two. I got one hand on her arm to try pulling it off me, but it felt like a rock and it wouldn't budge. The twist in my spine got to the point where it seemed like it had to snap, and that's when I sort of screamed. April's whole body was wrapped tight against mine along its whole length, and I couldn't believe how hard it felt. "Oh, gross. He's getting a hardon. I can feel it right through his shorts." Great, feeling her strong body against me I was getting turned on by my own sister, and then she goes and announces it to the world. As I fought against her I could feel all her muscles getting harder, working and flexing all along her arms and legs and body. Her arms and legs were tight against mine and her chest and stomach had just her t-shirt between us. I moaned out loud. April wasn't saying anything except to sort giggle in my ear as she kept increasing the pressure. "Is that your way of saying Uncle, Stan?" That was Aunt Lorraine. Suddenly April released me and jumped back to her feet. "Not yet. He isn't getting off that easy. That was just a sample. Come on, Stanley, show Lorraine what a tough guy you are." I started up slowly, not because my back was still screaming from her twisting it so far as well as my foot hurting too much to stand on, but to fake her out. Suddenly I flashed out a fast twisting punch straight into her stomach. Pow! It made a sweet, smacking sound when it landed. Full contact, perfect form, my arm and shoulder completely behind it. And it had no effect at all. It was like hitting the floor through a thin rug. April just shook her head and grabbed my wrist before I could pull it back. "God, you are so predictable." She gave my wrist a sharp twist that nearly tore my arm out of the socket. "Tighten up, champ. I've seen you trying to toughen your abs. Want to bet it hasn't worked?" She let go of my wrist with her right hand, but used her left to keep twisting so I was bent over as she wound up a big slow punch. In a fight or in competition I could have avoided her fist easily. I could have deflected it or twisted out of the way ten times while it slowly uncoiled toward me. In a fight or in competitions nobody has been holding me so that if I moved my arm would be dislocated. All I could do was brace myself for the impact. April was right. I've worked hard at sit-ups and with a medicine ball so I can take a hard shot to the gut, either a punch or a kick. I'm solid. But not solid enough. Bent over like I was and fighting someone a lot shorter than me, her fist landed at an odd angle so the impact traveled upward. It landed so hard I was lifted right off my feet. For the first split second I was just astonished anyone could hit so hard. For the second split second I was pleased that my abs held out well enough that she didn't crush my guts inside me. The third split second, as I touched the ground again and April let go of my wrist I realized the impact had shoved everything up against my diaphragm and knocked the wind out of me for the second time. My feet touched the ground but wouldn't hold me. I folded up in a ball with April towering over me again. "Come on, Stanley. Let's get this over with. I'm stronger than you, I can hit harder, and I have real muscles so you can't hurt me. Plus I've seen all your Ninja Turtle moves a hundred times and have figured out what to do. I'll just show Aunt Lorraine a few things before you give up. Give me your hands." She extended her palms to me as I started pulling myself back together. I really didn't have a choice but to accept her challenge and hope she wasn't as strong as she said, or as she felt when she had me down before. She was, though. I threw everything I had into pushing her hands backward and couldn't move them. She kind of pulled me up so I was standing, a good six inches taller than her, but that didn't help me get any leverage. Then she poured on the pressure and forced me back to my knees. "You drip. Lorraine has been coaching me and giving me workouts since I was eight. She said she was surprised you never wrote or called for advice on training if you were into sports, but I knew you just liked jacking off over her pictures instead of taking her seriously." April gave my wrists a quick snap backward that made me yelp with pain before letting me go. By now I was past fighting back, and April could see that. I just sat on the lawn shaking the pain out of my wrists and trying to keep from crying in humiliation and frustration. April walked around behind me, crouched down to grab me around the chest and heaved me up off the ground like I was a pillow. She shook me back and forth, eased up so I slipped down in her arms, then clamped me in a full Nelson. She leaned her weight over my back, keeping me doubled over so I couldn't kick backwards or really do anything even if I had the heart to fight back any longer. "Please! I give up! Just let me go!" It sounded more like a sob than I thought it would, but I didn't care any more. Her arms felt so strong wrapping me up, her body felt so solid on top of mine that I couldn't imagine myself having a chance of fighting back. "Tah dah!" April sang out as she released me and turned toward Aunt Lorraine, flexing her thick arms to show off some more. "I told you I could do anything I like to him." "You sure did, and now he gets his reward again." I was so jealous as Aunt Lorraine with her golden, muscular body gave April a tight hug right against her gorgeous tits. "No way! I don't want his stupid tongue inside me!" April kept hugging and squeezing back but it sounded like my nightmare might finally be over. "Now April, there is such a thing as tradition." Aunt Lorraine released her and came over to lift me up to my knees facing right into April's twat. "He put up more of a fight than your Uncle Pat ever has, and I probably shouldn't talk about your father." She grabbed a handful of my hair to keep me from keeling over and reached across to put her other hand on April's shoulder. "Come on, honey. Just don't pay any attention to him." She drew April forward so my face was against her shorts with Aunt Lorraine's crotch pressed up against the back of my head. Sandwiched like that I couldn't fall over so she let go of my hair. Just before Aunt Lorraine pressed me in tighter so I couldn't see anything, I saw her bikini top flutter to the ground. "That's it. Just feel them. We'll do this together for your first time." Slowly at first, Aunt Lorraine started rolling her hips around with my head trapped between her and April. "Yeah, that's good. How does this feel?" She wasn't talking to me. Neither of them cared how I felt, and I couldn't say anything anyway with my face shoved into April's crotch. "God, I can't believe how great you are at your age. You're years ahead of where I was in high school. Yes! Do that! Yes!" She was getting more and more animated with her hips, and now April started moaning and moving herself like Aunt Lorraine, so my head and face were getting ground up. "Oh, God, Lorraine! You're so good, so hard, this feels wonderful." To try steadying myself and try to match the rhythm of all the pounding I was getting I grabbed around April's legs, and felt how thick and powerful her thighs were, bulging and trembling with muscle under her skin. I felt up farther to her hard ass. "Help me get my shirt off," she gasped. The motion changed to powerful thrusting against each other and I could hear sounds like kissing and licking. After what seemed like hours April started moaning and I could smell her coming through her shorts, on and on until my whole face was wet from her. Finally the punishment ended. I could tell they were hugging because the movement stopped, except for a little jiggling from April, but my face was still squashed into her wet crotch, and Aunt Lorraine's lap was hot as a heat lamp against the back of my head. I couldn't breathe from the wet stink my nose was buried in, and if I tried breathing through my mouth it was like I could taste her juice without it getting on my tongue. Maybe that was still Aunt Lorraine, but I hadn't minded the taste when she came. So they were hugging tight enough to nearly crush my skull. When I realized my arms were still around April's strong legs and hard butt I let go right away. Finally they stepped apart and I just fell over between them onto the grass. "Oh, God, Lorraine! I forgot about Stan! Is he all right?" "I can see that he's breathing. Let's go inside and take a shower. We can check on him later." They walked into the house, both topless now, holding hands and not looking back at me, their broad shoulders rubbing against each other closer and closer until they disappeared inside. It was at least half an hour before they came back out and saw that I had managed to climb up into a lawn chair. They waved and went back inside again until my parents came home. That's pretty much my story. One week of my aunt visiting and my life changed completely. Because of the injuries to my foot and knee I limped like an eighty year old man for months, my back still sometimes aches when I wake up in the morning or twist a little bit wrong, and I get a woody thinking about my little sister's muscles, and thinking about her using them to beat me up again. Which she did at least once a week from then on, just to prove she could do it and to show she was getting stronger and stronger while I was just getting more and more beat up. At least now I don't feel out of place around my mom's family for holidays. I can just imagine all the other stories there are that people don't want to remember or talk about. All of us guys in the family keep our stories to ourselves and try not to get caught in conversations where someone could find out.