Keith sighed. "You know, auntie, you make me horny. I could come again, if you'd let me screw you." Keith held onto his semi-stiff rod and stepped toward his aunt.

"Don't you dare, Keith!" Conchi sat down on the divan for a measure of safety.

"Damn it-it won't hurt you to let me fuck you!"

"Oh my God, Keith, why do you keep saying that?" Conchi drank the little brandy left in her glass and placed it on the table.

"Because I want to fuck a woman, that's why,"

"Please get it out of your head, Keith, because you never will do that to me."

"No?" Keith said.

"Go get dressed, Keith. I don't like your dirty talk when there is no sex involved."

Keith obeyed but when he returned he still had sex on his mind. He put his right hand on the back of the divan and cuddled his aunt's breast with his left.

Conchi pushed Keith's hand away. "I don't need to be felt, Keith, especially my breasts. It does nothing for me and may only serve to arouse you again."

Keith stood straight and grabbed the material of his slacks so the bulge in them could be seen. "Damn it, auntie, your body makes me hot all over!"

"That is a shame, Keith."

"Now don't get mad, auntie."

"I am not mad, Keith, but I do wish you would get some girl to feel."

Keith sat down beside his aunt. "I can't auntie. I'm really shy when it comes to making out with girls-so let me fuck you."

"Why don't you go home, Keith? Your mother will be worrying about you."

"Not my mother! She never worries about anything unless it's one of her pet hobbies like the Red Cross."

"Don't you say mean things about your mother."

"Mother's all right," Keith said. "Only she's frigid."

Conchi poured a little more brandy into her glass. "None of the Thornes was ever sexy, Keith."

"I don't mean frigid that way. She and Dad must fuck! I mean she's frigid like an icy personality."