Growing up I rarely met my aunt kirsty. She was always abroad working, almost it seemed right from being out of school from my moms accounts.
She came back home with a new fiance Dwayne four years ago and they married two years back. He's a big muscley happy go lucky kind of man, who straight away the family got on with. His outward appearance was of somebody who knew how to look after himself, but never showed it. And his job as a personal trainer only enthasised his manly demeanour.
I can't be precise, but it was around the start of April last year that my mom came home and was crying. She said her sister was in hospital and she looked real bad. Some sort of accident at home had caused her injuries. As a way of showing support to my mom I went with her the next day to visit Kirsty, fully expecting to see Dwayne there. He wasn't.
It's weird thinking back now, but it was looking closely at her facial injuries, I first really noticed how good looking she was (maybe it's my age). Not the injuries obviously, but they seemed to highlight just how pretty the unhurt side of her face was. Kirsty caught me staring and I thought she'd think I was only looking at her injured face, but her soft smile said otherwise.
Four weeks afterwards she came to visit us on her own again, but my mom and dad were out shopping with my younger sister. I thought she was going to leave, but instead she said she wanted to speak to me. Her bruising on her face and her fractured ribs were healing well, in fact her facial injuries had almost gone. I was about to say something about it as we sat in my parents front room, when kirsty said "You know how I got the injuries don't you". I didn't, but I remembered the look she gave me in the hospital, and with her question, I put two and two together and came up with an answer "Dwayne ?".
Tears flowed and as she began to cry in sobs, I moved over to her and held my aunt closely. She eventually cried herself out and as I went to say something, she looked up at me and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss was unexpected as was her tongue probing into my mouth. I genuinely didn't know what to do, so like a real dick, I just sat there letting her kiss me.
She stopped kissing me, which gave me the chance to offer her a drink. Sitting drinking our coffee she began to tell me, not my mom or dad, me, what and why she'd been put in hospital. My guess had turned out to be true.
Kirsty told me, only mnonths after they married she caught Dwayne in their kitchen fucking another young woman. She tried to leave, but he'd hit her and made her stay in the room until he'd finished fucking the young teenager. Apparently it was her fault for not keeping him satisfied.
There were more occassions when he'd hit her during their short marriage, mostly when he'd been drunk, although she'd not seen or heard of him having sex with any other women after the first time, that was until April this year. Kirsty had come home early from work feeling ill and found Dwayne upstairs fucking a young guy, someone he'd supposed to be personal training in the home gym he'd built.
There was an argument and once again Dwayne had used his size to beat my aunt, only this time he'd gone to far as Kirsty had threatened to reveal his sexual secrets to us. When she finished I asked the obvious question "Why stay with a guy who not only cheated on you, but also continued to hit you". My aunts answer was short and simple "I loved him, I thought he loved me".
I didn't want kirsty to go home, but she insisted. Said she needed to face her abuser. That would be fine if he wasn't so big and such a coward, and if she had protection. But even though I told her I'd go along, she insisted she'd face him as if it was a normal day. When I asked what she meant by normal day, My aunt said she was leaving him.
Over the next few weeks Dwayne tried to find out where she was living. He didn't come round to our home as my father was on the war path (I told my parents about the abuse), but he was asking around. Kirsty was in a small rented apartment, one I'd helped her decorate and one I'd asked her about the kiss.
My mothers thirty two year old younger sister, told me "Ever since I got back a few years ago, I've seen you grow up into a fine good looking young man, and". Kirsty didn't finish the sentence as I kissed her.
That afternoon on her unfinished bedroom floor, my aunt Kirsty and I made love. I wasn't a virgin by some way, but Kirsty showed me ways of enjoying sex that were new to me, and has continued to do so since. Each week over the next few months i'd visit a couple of times a week, and each time we'd have such amazing sex all over her apartment, often lasting for hours.
Our relationship built to the point, Kirsty said she had to speak to her sister about us. A month later I moved in. My dad doesn't know exactly about kirsty and I, nor does my sister. They think I'm just staying with my aunt because of what happened with Dwayne, but they do know we've become close.
As for that fuckhead. He's moved back to the shithole he came from. My father and some of his friends saw to that. When he left, he was apparently feeling sore all over his body.
This is a true account of my life over the last few months. I don't know where it will lead, but I do know I love Kirsty, even if society says you can't love your aunt in that way. I also know from what Kirsty's said, she loves me too.