Incest/Taboo The Lake House

As she emerged from the car, Juliet Douglas heaved a deep and melancholy sigh.

It was late in the spring and, although there had already been a few days of steamy summer heat, today had proven to be nice and comfortable, a breeze blowing briskly. The sky above her was mostly clear as well, only a few wispy clouds breaking up the azure blue. All in all, it was the kind of quiet, sunny day that it just isn't possible to not enjoy.

The housewife's unhappy mood had nothing to do with the weather though.

An avid fisherman, Juliet's grandfather had spent so much time up at the lake that he'd apparently decided it would be a good idea to keep more comfortable quarters there than any humble tent could provide. It was he who had bought this patch of land, accessible only via a network of narrow dirt roads, and put up this sturdy little cabin. Over the years since, whenever they'd felt the need to get away from it all, the cabin had proven to be an ideal hideaway for the whole family.

Those had been good times to say the least, but such innocent memories were not what consumed her every time she returned to this place and they were certainly not what was now making her so sad.

With the death of her grandfather some years back and the family spending less and less time out here, it had been decided that they should just sell the place and be done with it. This place was very special to her and had done much to craft her into the woman she now was, so Juliet had hoped to keep the property in the family, but had found precious little support for the idea. Unable to buy it herself, she had gone down in defeat.

It was breaking her heart to think that she would never be able to come back to this place again.

With the deal about to go through and this land about to be lost to her forever, today had been her last chance to come up here and have one last look around when all was quiet and peaceful and when she was not trespassing.

This trip down memory lane would start of course down at the end of the building that was the farthest away from the cabin's front door. The bare patch of ground she found there would have been as unremarkable to her as it must be to most everyone else if it weren't for the series of events that were ignited right here about three decades ago.

Juliet closed her eyes, a wistful smile forming on her face as her mind traveled back across the years.
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Blushing hotly as her aunt generously complimented how nice she looked in those little cut off shorts and a snug fitting T-shirt, the teenager ducked her head in embarrassment, but it was obvious that she was very flattered.

Nineteen years old and about to start her first year of college, it actually was true that Juliet Freeman had developed into quite the little heartbreaker. She had long and silky blonde hair that she was wearing pulled back into a ponytail, but a few loose strands still hung loose and blew across her face. Her eyes were large and a clear blue, her lips were full and moist, and her young face was clear and untouched by the scourge of acne. Her breasts were not large, but jutted from her chest proudly, their shape quite obvious through the thin top she was wearing since she had not chosen to wear a bra today. Her figure was lean and trim and came fully equipped with long, smooth legs and a taut little bottom.

Though a girl like this would certainly populate many a fantasy and wet dream, she was just too impossibly sweet and innocent to recognize the fact. Her natural shyness had inhibited her social life among her peers greatly, but out here alone with just her family she felt safe and relaxed and perfectly at ease.

In fact, she was so perfectly relaxed and so completely trusting that she didn't even notice how her favorite aunt had so skillfully maneuvered her around to the side of the little cabin the girl was even now leaning back against. They were well away from the structure's front door here and were also not near any of the windows, almost as if the older woman was trying to minimize the chance that anybody might overhear their conversation.

None of this ever entered Juliet's mind though and so she never once suspected that the woman might have some kind of ulterior motive. Then again though, at this point it would have been news to her aunt as well.

Bracing herself with one hand against the side of the cabin and leaning in so close to the young girl that they could carry on this conversation in an intimate whisper, Madeline Freeman wore a warm smile as she took the opportunity to better examine her niece's firm breasts while the teen was looking away.

About twice as old as this little girl and happily married to the brother of Juliet's father since this young lady was just a toddler, Madeline had watched with great interest as her niece grew up. Madeline was someone who could well appreciate a person who was beautiful both on the inside and out regardless of whether they were male or female.

Though she led a fairly sedentary life as a housewife, Madeline had managed to keep from packing on the pounds with a strict regimen of diet and exercise. Oh, to be sure she had not managed to avoid gaining any extra pounds, but fortunately only enough to make her look voluptuous. When you add to this how her shoulder length auburn hair was being gloriously highlighted by the sun, how her eyes were a deep blue and dancing with pleasure at how well the teenager was responding to her, and with her lips curved into a wide smile, she had all of the features that were guaranteed to drive someone to distraction. It was going to be a hot summer day and so she had dressed not unlike her niece this morning in a simple top and shorts - though her's were more conservative to say the least.

Madeline had not come here today with the intention of trying to seduce her lovely young niece or anyone else, but there was just something about this sweet girl that she was finding irresistible today. Even now, she would have rounded angrily on anyone who dared to accuse of her hitting on her brother-in-law's daughter, but no outside observer could have seen how the two of them were interacting and drawn any other conclusion.

Tittering girlishly under the onslaught of the older woman's flattery, Juliet murmured, "That's very sweet of you to say, Aunt Maddy, but . . ."

Madeline hushed her quickly. "I wouldn't say it if it weren't true, honey," she swore sincerely, reaching up to catch and finger one of those golden strands drifting around the girl's face. "Why, you must have to beat the boys back home off with a stick."

Juliet shook her head, her blush not dimming even one iota. "No, not really."

"Oh, I can't believe that for a second," Madeline laughed playfully. "Not when it's someone as sweet and sexy as you."

Juliet's head shot up at this and she gave her Aunt a startled, open mouthed look. She seemed to be having a little trouble finding her voice and the one she eventually came up with was hoarse and halting.

". . . sexy?" the teenager gasped in disbelief. " . . . do you really think I'm sexy?"

Madeline's fingers surrendered that lock of golden blonde hair so that she could stroke the girl's cheek lightly with the back of her hand.

"Of course I do," she answered, her voice growing deep and husky. "I would have to be blind not to be able to see how incredibly hot you are."

There followed a lengthy silence as the two women just gazed deep into each other's eyes, completely lost in the profoundly intense emotion they were feeling at that moment. It was a time in which the couple completely forgot about the fact that they were related, about the fact that one of them was supposedly so happily married and the other was fresh out of childhood. It was an instant in time when the two of them were aware of nothing but each other and the new but passionate desire that they were feeling for each other.

It was the sort of moment when good sense fell by the wayside and anything at all could possibly happen.

This moment came to a sudden end though before anything actually did happen as the sound of voices and approaching footsteps suddenly broke through the haze of desire that had so clouded the two women's minds.

Madeline and Juliet jerked apart guiltily, moving a step or two away from each other just in time to avoid being discovered in such an intimate moment. They watched breathlessly as the husband of one of them and the father of the other emerged together from the lake house with their tackle boxes and headed across to where a pick-up truck was parked, eagerly discussing how they were going to catch a boatload of fish today.

Together, Juliet and Madeline watched them in silence for a long moment as the two men prepared for today's fishing trip. They glanced at each other then, what had been happening between them sinking in. It was a shocking moment to realize that what had started out as a simple and perfectly innocent conversation between aunt and niece had taken such an odd turn into flirting and forbidden desire.

Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, the couple parted company then with one of them heading into the cabin and the other going over to join the two men by the truck.

Like moths to the flame though, they would not be able to stay away from each other for long.
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As she remembered how that wondrously unique moment had come to a sudden end, Juliet slowly opened her eyes and brought the parade of vivid memories to a momentary stop.

When she'd come out to the cabin with her parents that day, she could recall that she had been very annoyed with her two cousins for making excuses so they wouldn't have to come. Their two families were able to spend a weekend out at the cabin together only two or three times a year and so she thought these were moments to be treasured, not avoided. And didn't they always end up having a great time together?

It had proven to be something of a blessing that they weren't there however as there was no way in the world that she and her aunt would have ever ended up seducing each other if the other kids were constantly underfoot.

She didn't even want to think about what her life might have been like if she and her aunt had not ventured into the taboo that day.

Finally stepping away from the cabin, Juliet walked slowly through the dust and the sparse stands of tall grass, through the tree line, and into the forest. These woods didn't seem any thicker now than they had been when she was a girl and the trees that encircled the cabin were not large ones, so it was possible to walk several yards into the forest without the lake house disappearing from view.

There was a special spot out here in the woods though - one that Juliet and her cousins had discovered back when they were children. If you placed yourself into this little hollow, they could still see the cabin through the trees readily enough, but it was much more of a challenge for anyone in the cabin to see them out there.

That little hollow was a magical place as far as the children had been concerned. A place out in the woods where they could slip off to play together, a place where they did not have any concerns about getting lost, and a place without any parents to tell you what to do was a place that no kid in the world could resist.

Knowing that they would have a measure of privacy in a place like that, the nineteen year old Juliet had led her aunt out to that little hollow in the hope of continuing what they'd begun around the side of the cabin.

Now standing once again at the edge of that hollow, Juliet once more let the vivid memories wash over her.
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A couple of hours had passed since the teenaged girl and middle-aged woman had slipped away from the rest of the family to flirt at the side of the lake house.

Ensconced in the one spot anywhere near the little cabin that gave them the most privacy without making it look too obvious that they had gone there looking for privacy, Juliet and Madeline had spent a little more time talking about things that would have raised the eyebrows of anyone who had been able to overhear them.

The flattery had been going the other way this time for the most part. More than ever before, Juliet now seemed to be aware of what a beautiful woman her aunt was and how well she had taken care of herself and so she just could not stop herself from gushing about it.

The older woman seemed even more overwhelmed by all the praise than Juliet had been earlier and she impulsively leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Madeline drew back quickly afterward though and cautiously searched the girl's expression - wondering if perhaps she had done something wrong, gone too far.

Juliet's eyes were dancing gaily though and there was a delighted smile on her lips. Without a second thought, she returned the favor by leaning forward herself to plant a kiss of her own on her Aunt's cheek.

Madeline's breath caught and she raised a hand to the cheek the girl's lips had so lightly brushed. She actually looked just a little startled at first, but then her face flushed warmly and she smiled broadly. A silly giggle bubbled up from inside her and was echoed by Juliet, who reached up to brush her fingers through the older woman's hair.

Unable to resist, Madeline leaned in then and pressed an all too brief kiss to her niece's lips. The contact lasted only an instant, but the electrical jolt it shot through these two women was stunning in it's power.

Juliet gazed into her aunt's eyes for a long moment, her smile fading as she felt something very unexpected come churning to life in her heart and soul.

The long and silent look she was receiving, the way that beautiful smile had disappeared, the wild and forbidden emotions that were threatening to overcome her, all conspired to make Madeline extremely nervous indeed. Had she moved too fast? Would this young girl get frightened and run to tell everyone about how her perverted aunt was putting the moves on her?

An instant later, all of those worries were cast aside when Juliet once more followed the older woman's lead. With one hand on the back of Madeline's neck and the other firmly taking hold of one of her hands, the teenager leaned in to kiss her aunt's lips.

This second kiss was only a little less fleeting than the previous one had been and was probably still within the bounds of what was appropriate for a girl and her aunt, but it was quite clear to them both that a line was being crossed.

Again, a kiss was followed by a long pause as the couple just stared at each other, not only trying to gauge how the other was responding to what was happening, but also taking stock of their own reactions . Each was overjoyed - not to mention excited - to see nothing but approval and pleasure in the other and were encouraged to press this even farther.

Juliet and Madeline leaned forward at the same time and shared a kiss that was long and tender and had absolutely nothing to do with the sort of chaste kisses normally shared between family members. It was a kiss of exploration, the kind of kiss that happens between two people who are just starting to realize just how much they love and desire each other.

The kiss had hardly ended before it was followed by another. This one was only slightly longer and firmer than that last one, but this was the one that changed everything forever as it completely ripped away every last trace of the facade that all of this could be explained away as innocent affection between an aunt and her niece.

It was during this kiss that Madeline's tongue brushed lightly across the teenager's lips, begging for admittance. Juliet was only too eager to open her mouth and the tip of her tongue touched the tip of her aunt's.

It was a shocking, explosive moment and the two women broke apart suddenly with a loud gasp when they suddenly realized just how far they were going. They stared at each other long and hard, soaking in just how flushed and breathless they were and how the nipples which peaked their breasts were so obviously standing erect.

This was their absolute last chance to back off and pretend like none of this had ever happened, but neither one of them were even remotely interested in doing that.

However, just as the two of them were about to launch themselves at each other and indulge in the kind of kiss that would rocked their world, they were distracted by a shout from the cabin.

"Juliet?! Madeline?! Where are you two?!"

It was more than a little disconcerting to try to go from steamy and overheated all the way back to normal and innocent in an instant, but the voice of Juliet's mother brought an immediate end to the women's forbidden interlude among the trees. They both knew that they had no choice but to go back and rejoin the rest of the family or have to face difficult and unanswerable questions.

Juliet and Madeline did pause long enough however to take a few long, deep breaths to try to calm and compose themselves, not wanting it to be too obvious that they had been making out in their little hiding spot.

Reaching out, Juliet gave her aunt's hand a squeeze and smiled reassuringly at her. It was her way of saying without words that this interruption did not mean that they could not resume what they had been doing later.

Madeline squeezed her hand back and smiled broadly.
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Resurfacing again, Juliet shivered with pleasure and hugged herself as she remembered all of the wildly burning emotions she'd felt that day.

She'd been quite a little fool that long ago afternoon.

If the two of them had gotten caught messing around with each other like that there would have all kinds of trouble, of course. First and foremost, even though the two of them were related by marriage rather than blood, this was still incest. Secondly, there was the fact that Madeline was a married woman and her husband would not have been amused to learn that she was cheating on him. Given that his wife was betraying him with someone who was hardly more than a child surely would have made the insult even worse! But the teenaged Juliet simply hadn't been thinking in those terms.

No, all she'd had on her mind back then was how wonderful it felt to know that someone like her had caught the eye of this beautiful and more experienced older woman. Given all the vagaries of dealing with boys her own age, she found the idea of being with someone whom she knew without question loved her just as much as she loved them awfully appealing An added benefit was that they could go all the way with this other woman and she didn't have to worry about getting pregnant or catching some disease. Even the fact that this woman happened to be one of her relatives couldn't dissuade her, instead making the whole affair seem that much more daring and exciting.

Her new lover was married? Rather than discourage her, this made her see it as a challenge. She would need to work out the best way to seem to spend no more time with the other woman than she ever had, yet find times and places where they could be alone together to do whatever their heart's desired with nobody being the wiser.

No, she hadn't been doing some of her clearest, most intelligent thinking that day. Instead, she been thinking like the impulsive, immature, hormone addled teenager that she was. Under the circumstances, it was very lucky that things had worked out so well.

Turning away from the hollow with a smile, Juliet now made her way back to the lake house.

As she remembered that magical day when she was introduced to the pleasures of the flesh by the wife of her father's brother, the next pivotal moment occurred on a little wooden bench right in front of the cabin.

When she reached the bench, she just stared at it for a time, reflecting that nothing better demonstrated just how impulsive and indiscrete a teenaged girl could be than what happened right here.
Juliet and Madeline had become inseparable during the time they had been at the little lake house and now was no exception.

The family had enjoyed some good luck down at the lake this day and had caught plenty of fish and with evening now falling and the summer heat subsiding, they had decided to enjoy this meal on the picnic table out in front of the cabin. As the rest of them were bustling in and out of the cabin bringing the food and drink out to the table, aunt and niece had excused themselves and wandered over to sit on the little wooden bench - a spot from which they could watch all of the activity, be out of the way, and maybe also steal just a few more moments together.

The two women got a few dirty looks and some comments from the others since they weren't helping, but they ignored all of it completely and in any case the family was in too good a mood to get seriously upset with them.

Juliet and Madeline were somehow managing to cuddle up together on that unyielding, uncomfortable bench without it looking like they were cuddling, their tightly clasped hands held down between them where they might not be quite so noticeable. Their heads were down and tilted towards each other so that they could carry on a private conversation in the most intimate of whispers. They were sitting so close to each other in fact that they could feel the enticing heat radiating from each other's bodies. It had been a hot day and so whatever fragrance they might have had was now badly diluted with sweat, but it still made for a heady and arousing aroma.

Something daring was being plotted in Juliet's pretty little head and she waited with great impatience for a moment when the entire family was back in the house and would not be able to see her and her aunt. When the right moment finally came, she grinned and boldly took the hand she'd been griping and pulled it straight to her thigh.

The girl had placed her hand on the bare skin below the bottom edge of her cut-off's, but still perilously close to her crotch and Madeline first gasped in shock, but then moaned with pleasure. She could not help but let her hand stray just a little over the exquisitely soft and smooth flesh and so Juliet was soon whimpering with pleasure,

Juliet had released the hand itself to permit it to roam over her thigh, but had instead taken hold of the wrist. As she rapidly grew more and more aroused, the teenager began to insistently pull that hand slowly but surely straight up between her legs.

There was no question in Madeline's mind where her hand was being taken and the thought of being able to touch this girl's most intimate place, even through the denim of her shorts, was almost enough to make her swoon. Though she wanted dearly to be able to see herself grip this tender young woman by the crotch, she wanted to be able to look into her eyes when she did it even more and so she raised her head to find herself looking into Juliet's radiant, even joyful smile.

Unfortunately, just as that wandering hand was just a hair's breadth away from it's landing spot, they heard the unmistakable sound of approaching voices from inside the cabin. In a panicky rush, the two women jerked apart as the door banged open and another load of food was rushed out to the little picnic table.

Juliet and Madeline had let go of each other and scooted as far apart as they could go on that bench to try to hide what they had been doing, but even so they both felt it must be terribly obvious that they had just been misbehaving. They watched closely the whole time as the rest of the family worked at the table, but none of the others ever saw anything amiss about the couple and no alarm was ever raised. Ever so slowly the fear left their eyes and their heart rates slowed back down to normal.

In fact, as she followed the rest of them back inside for what would turn out to be the last load, Juliet's mother actually looked right at the two of them and smiled.

With everyone back inside and out of the way again, this time it was Madeline who took the initiative.

Scooting back over to her niece so quickly that she startled the teen, she grabbed up one of the girl's hands in both of her own and pressed her lips to the palm in a quick kiss. Moving quickly so that they could do this before another interruption arrived, Madeline then pulled that hand straight to her bosom and pressed it there firmly.

Juliet did not resist what her aunt was doing at all and let out a low, drawn out whine of sheer delight when she suddenly found her hand in such a place. Without even realizing she was doing it, the teenager cupped the breast she was holding and gave it a gentle squeeze, drawing a throaty cry of pure need out of the older woman.

Reaching out with her other hand to grasp the back of her aunt's neck, she pulled her in for a hard, searing kiss that would leave them both seeing stars and gasping for breath.

But then this stolen interlude came to a sudden end.

"Come and get it!"

The couple pulled apart again, having once more almost been caught in a compromising position by the rest of the family. Once more, there remained enough physical evidence to alert any observant person that something untoward had been happening, but seemingly nobody saw it. None of the rest of the family could have ever imagined anything like what was happening between the two of them, they would assume.

As everyone came trooping back out of the cabin and across to the picnic table, the two women reluctantly gave up their spot on the bench and joined them, even though the last thing on either of their minds right now was a fish dinner.

Juliet smiled to herself as she chose a spot to sit that was directly across from her aunt, thinking how much fun it would be to play footsie with her right there in front of everybody without anyone in the family knowing about it.
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Juliet was chuckling to herself as she finally turned away from that bench.

What a ridiculously daring girl she had been. Given wild and reckless behavior like that, it was amazing that she and her aunt didn't get caught red-handed. Had she had the common sense to consider all of the possible repercussions of what they were doing, she likely would have been frightened to give her so much as a wink, much less indulge in a full scale make out session. Under the circumstances then, it was really just as well that she had been a little stupid.

Of course, she had gotten much smarter about her little adventures since. If she hadn't there would have been hell to pay many times over.

Her little tour of this place continued and she soon found herself at her next to last stop.

About midway between the lake house and the dirt road, a rectangular area had been carefully cleared and then lined on three sides with large rocks. Well aware of the risk of accidentally setting the often tinderbox dry woodland around here alight with a carelessly placed camp fire, the family had set this up as a sort of fire pit.

There was always some talk about cooking up their meals out here, but more often they chose to make use of the rather more modern stove inside the cabin. Usually, the fire would be lit late in the afternoon and the grown ups would sit around it in folding lawn chairs to discuss just about every subject imaginable while the kids busied themselves with roasting marshmallows and hot dog wieners on sticks. As a girl, Juliet could well remember being absolutely mesmerized by both the fire and by how the waves of heat rose into the air above it.

This was a spot that could have brought dozens of happy memories to her mind, but what she was remembering most right now was what happened between her and her aunt Madeline at the end of that wonderfully crazy day.

She walked slowly all the way around the fire pit once, seeming to examine it from every angle. In her mind though, she was already starting to see that decades past night. However, it was only after she stepped a few paces away from it and turned to regard a tree standing not far away that she allowed the memories to fully overtake her.
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As usual, the family had settled in around the fire pit as evening fell and the sky became a star speckled expanse of black velvet.

Though the sun had by now fallen below the horizon, the temperature had not dropped too much and so they had elected to restrict themselves to a fairly small camp fire. In any case, the plan was to not stay up very late so that they could hit the lake nice and early the next morning to do yet more fishing. There was no point in building a large fire when would have to extinguish it soon before going back inside to bed.

Naturally, things didn't go according to plan though as they got to talking about this and that and the time just got away from them.

Juliet did not take part in the conversation for the most part, sitting on the hard ground far enough away from her aunt to avoid raising any eyebrows but still close enough to play havoc with the older woman's concentration.

From her lawn chair, Madeline was not only able to get a peek down the neckline of the teenager's top, but she was able to enjoy the sight of those long, smooth legs. More than once, Madeline actually got so distracted looking at her niece that she mildly embarrassed herself by completely losing track of the conversation.

Well aware of what kind of an effect she was having on her favorite aunt, Juliet was having a ball as she kept finding ways to position herself in seemingly innocent ways that nonetheless showed the other woman just a little more flesh. It was good fun for a while, but came to an end when her father started to notice and asked why she was fidgeting so much.

Fortunately for her, Juliet's dad guessed that his little girl was being harassed by ants, not that she was hitting on one of his sister-in-law.

As the evening progressed, they gradually started to drift of to bed. It was the two men first and, as they headed inside, they could be heard talking about how they needed to get some sleep if they were going to get up at the crack of dawn to get themselves some more fish. Juliet's mom lingered by the fire just a little longer, talking to Madeline about how all of their kids were doing. When she finally rose to go join her husband in bed, Juliet's mom left her daughter and Madeline alone apparently without a second thought or any concern that they might get up to any no good, asking only that they remember to put out the fire before they retired.

This was the moment that Juliet and Madeline had been waiting for - a few quiet moments to be alone together.

Well aware that they were positioned right next to a fire that would keep them illuminated in the darkness and that any of the others could look out a window at them at any time, the couple knew that the very best thing they could do was keep their hands to themselves. That was easier said than done, however.

When the teenager held out one hand to her, Madeline took it and allowed herself to be drawn out of the lawn chair and down onto the ground next to her. Sitting side by side together, still holding onto each other's hands but keeping them down between them and so hopefully out of sight, the two women leaned in very close to enjoy another of those quiet, intimate conversations about everything and nothing.

With every last one of their senses under overwhelming assault just from the nearness of the other, it was probably inevitable that something would happen and, in the end, it was Juliet who actually summoned up the unforgivable boldness to steal a quick kiss from the older woman.

It proved to be a startling moment for them both and their heads snapped around to look worriedly towards the lake house. Surely, someone in there had seen that kiss and, no matter how brief it had been, would recognize that it was something other than the kind of chaste kiss normally shared by family members.

The house stayed still, dark and silent though and no alarm was raised.

In some ways it could be seen as rather unfortunate that nobody did see what was happening out by the fire as their success only emboldened the pair to test their luck by going even further. After all, if the family wasn't paying any attention to them, if they were actually going right to sleep in there, weren't they free to do anything they liked? What did they have to fear from being caught?

Reassured and very relieved, the two women settled down once more and turned their attention back to each other with warm, happy smiles and much flirting and teasing and playful giggling.

With one more quick glance towards the house to see if she could see any movement, any faces in the window, Madeline leaned in herself for a kiss. Unlike the brief peck Juliet had stolen though, this was a longer, sweeter kiss that seemed to melt every synapse in their brains and only made them both want so much more.

Their eyes once more turned to the cabin and they waited together to see if there would be any reaction from the family this time. Once again all was still and silent though and the two women were given much more confidence that nobody was paying any attention to them and that they could do whatever they liked.

Juliet and Madeline were rapidly becoming fatally overconfident, but not because either of them really believed what they were doing was at all safe. Instead, they simply found each other absolutely irresistible and could not resist this opportunity to indulge in their incestuous lust for each other. The couple just decided to ignore the danger they were foolishly putting themselves into in exchange for this opportunity to be together.

Raising the hand that was not still tightly griping that of her niece, Madeline touched the girl's cheek and turned Juliet's face away from the house and back to her.

The kiss which followed started out as a slow, lingering kiss - but it did not stay that way for long. With the couple feeling less and less concern by the moment over whether or not someone might catch them red-handed, the kiss soon took on a life of it's own and deepened into something that would surely make the record books.

Juliet didn't hesitate at all when the inspiration struck her and she reached up to firmly cup one of her aunt's breasts. Madeline let out a moan from the back of her throat that was muffled by the intense kiss they were sharing, thrusting her chest forward to try to push even more of her bosom into her young lover's hand.

The kiss was finally broken only when the two women finally realized that they also needed to breathe once in a while, backing off an inch or two so that they could smile breathlessly and gaze longingly into each other's sparkling eyes.

"I want you, baby," Madeline hissed urgently, the cabin, her husband and everyone else within it already completely forgotten. "I want you now."

Juliet answered in a voice made husky by her urgent need. "Take me . . ."

At Madeline's insistence, they moved a little away from the fire pit and sat back down on the ground, the older woman leaning back against a convenient tree, her legs outstretched and spread wide apart. Juliet seated herself between the other woman's legs, leaning back into her as Madeline's arms wrapped snugly around her middle.

A moment later found one of the older woman's hands up underneath Juliet's top and firmly caressing her pert young bosom. The teenager had been only too eager to unfasten her shorts for her and so Madeline's other hand had disappeared inside to start working on the swampy cunt within. As the girl held on tight to the legs which extended out to either side of her, griping the flesh hard enough to leave vivid bruises, Madeline masturbated her vigorously.

Juliet had her eyes closed, her head lolling back onto the shoulder of the woman behind her as she focused her entire being on savoring all of the physical sensations she was being given, thoroughly amazed at how different it felt when her pussy was being manipulated by a hand other than her own.

Madeline had her face tilted down and to the side so that she could pepper the girl's cheek and neck with loving kisses, one hand roaming relentlessly over those incredible little breasts and the other skillfully stroking that boiling cunt in all of those ways that only another woman would know to do.

It was an intense and astonishingly powerful moment for both aunt and niece, the kind of event that would sear itself forever into their memories.

Unfortunately, it also left them so focused on each other that neither one of them heard the soft crunch of approaching footsteps until it was far too late.
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One might have thought that the memories might have dimmed considering how many years had passed and how much had happened to her since, but after thirty years Juliet still found them vivid and powerful.

Then again, it had certainly been a defining moment for her - an incident that had changed her life forever.

For the better, she was unshakeably convinced.

Oh, she had gotten quite a scare that first evening though. Locked up in a torrid, feverish embrace with her own aunt, getting herself thoroughly groped and skillfully fingered, even the teenaged Juliet had known that there was no innocent explanation that could be offered up for this crime if they were discovered. It had been a heart-stopping moment then when she looked up and suddenly discovered her mother standing over them.

She and Madeline had finally been caught red-handed in their forbidden fun! This could have turned very ugly, very fast.

Turning away at last from that fire pit and the tree, Juliet now made her way back towards the cabin.

She clearly recalled how this was when the blinders at long last fell away from her eyes, how that had been the moment when she stopped thinking like an impulsive girl and started acting like someone who was mature enough to understand what kind of consequences this sort of behavior could bring.

Then again, as she'd looked up fearfully into the scowling face of her mother while her aunt had one hand in her pants and the other up under her shirt, it was kind of hard not to think about anything but how much trouble she was in.

Well, now that her mother had found them out, what would she do about it? Scream at them for a little while, then drag them inside to let the two men in the cabin do some screaming at them? It was probably the best she could have plausibly hoped for. Even though neither of her parents had ever laid a violent hand on her before, the teenager could easily believe that something like this could even drive them to smack her around some!

Juliet couldn't remember ever being so scared as she was at that moment, but in the end there was no explosion.

As the Juliet of today arrived at the front of the cabin, she stopped before one of it's windows and just looked at it in silence as she recalled the terror she felt that night and how her mother had chosen to deal with this incident.

In a firm voice that would brook no argument, Juliet's mother had simply told her to go inside and get to bed. It was pretty evident even to someone as naive as the teenaged Juliet that her mother wanted to talk to her sister-in-law alone, but the girl had been hesitant to leave her aunt to have to face the other woman all by herself. This was her fault as much as it was Madeline's, after all.

On the other hand, she reasoned that her mother must already be furious and if she now refused to do what as she was told, it was only going to make the situation even worse. At that point, there had seemed at least a chance that her father and uncle would never have to hear about this, that her mother intended to handle this herself quietly and without making it public. Perhaps she meant to try to save her brother-in-law's marriage and didn't want her husband to know how wicked their daughter really was.​