Elisabeth, Cait's mom, my aunt Beth, is a therapist and she works at a women's health center and she and my mom didn't get along for a long time, and I know that bothered Cait's dad a lot.

I never really knew what the problem was, and I didn't really care then because mom never let their issues get between Cait and me and she let me stay with them whenever I wanted.
And anyway, that was years ago and they're really good friends now and Cait's mom even gave mom some counseling before and I think that helped.
I asked my mom once what those things were all about and she just said “Don't you worry about that, honey. That was all just silly mistakes and me getting the wrong idea about a bunch of stuff, but we talked it through a long time ago and you know I love her”.

But the point is there was a time through maybe a couple of years when I thought Cait's mom was a really bad person even though she was always nice when I was there, but I just thought it was all fake, and it's not like mom ever said that she was bad but that's just how that whole thing made me feel about her.
And in my head Cait's dad was this nice, great guy that was trapped being married to this bad person and that's when I first kinda fell in love with him I think, even though I didn't really know I was then. I just really liked him and felt sorry for him.

And sometimes I had fantasies about him and me running away together and in those fantasies Cait didn't even exist, but in real life of course she did, and I was in love with her too and I loved what we did together and that first time when Cait said to me “I saw dad yesterday, like totally naked. Like all of him,” and I made her tell me about it, it was like those two people that I loved merged into this one deep, secret desire.

And Cait's mom was just in the way.

But then of course I learned that aunt Beth isn't a bad person at all, she's the nicest person ever and she can be strict sometimes but that makes her even nicer in a way, because it's like she's not just stupid nice but she's nice in a smart way, like she wants what's best for you but she's smart about it and she expects you to be smart about it too.

And I love her, but I never loved her like I do Cait, of course. Or like I loved Cait's dad. I never fantasized about her or anything. But then after that thing that Christmas when I saw them and she saw me, it was like she crept into every fantasy I had. I would start fantasizing about something and then she'd show up, like I couldn't even control it.

And in those fantasies she was bad again. Like, there were things Cait still wouldn't do with me but in my fantasies she did, and then her mom would catch us and get angry and do things to me and make me do things to her, and she would tie me up and whip me and stuff like that.
Or she would catch me fucking Cait's dad and she would push me around and grab my hair and throw me in a cage or something. And she would make Cait or Cait's dad do things to me or make me do things to them and she would watch, and it was stuff I had never fantasized about before and it would make me come so hard.

And you know how the fantasies you have about someone never actually matches how that person is in real life? I mean, if you ever get to find out.

It wasn't like that with Cait's mom. With Cait's mom, I was almost dead on.

A couple weeks after newyear Cait's dad was away on business, and Cait was sick with mono and I was supposed to stay away but I'd had it before and so I figured I was okay, and I wanted to be there for her anyway, and I would go there after school and stay till the next day and I brought her homework and stuff, but she was just sleeping almost all the time.

So most of the time it was just me and aunt Beth.
And then one night when we were just talking about all kinds of stuff, I asked her “What was going on with you and mom that time?” and she said “Have you never asked your mom about that?” and I said “Yeah, but she wouldn't say much."

“Well,” she said. “Your mom thought I was having an affair. That I was cheating on your uncle. In fact, she was sure about it.”

“Were you?”

“Absolutely not. I would never do that, I love your uncle more than you can imagine.”

So I said “Then why was she so sure?” and she said “Well,” again.

“She saw me with someone else.”

“So you were cheating on him?”

“No, never. Your mom misunderstood the whole thing."

“Oh," I said, and then after a while I said “Has he ever cheated on you?” and she said “No, never, of course not."

And then after an even longer while, I said “Who's Elena?”

And she looked at me and smiled and said “We really thought you were in Cait's room. You would always sneak into her room before,” and I blushed just a little and I shrugged like I didn't know what she was talking about, and she just smiled more.

Then she said “Elena is a friend from work. Actually, a client,” and I said “Oh”.
And then I said “And that other blond girl you were talking about? With the piercings?” and aunt Beth laughed out loud and said “Oh dear. Well, she was a girl your uncle… uhm… met, one time,” and I said “Oh,” again.

Then she said “Look. I'll explain,” and now she used that therapist voice that she sometimes used.

“You know how there are some people who seem to just be permeated by sexuality and sensuality? Like that is what their physical and spiritual core is made up of, and these people can just walk into a room and suddenly everyone there has sex on their minds, men and women.
And I don't know if it's physiological and they just constantly ooze out pheromones, or maybe they're the quintessential of what everyone lusts after, but these people, it's like they constantly walk around in this everlasting aphrodisiacal haze, affecting everyone around them. A haze they themselves don't even know exists."

And I just said “Uhm…”

Then she said “And I'm lucky enough to know two people like that. Your uncle. And you.”

“Me?!” I said.

“Yes. Take this now with us here for example. You're my niece. Not by blood, but still. And you're my daughter's best friend. And lover, right? And the thing is, I don't think Caitlyn is a lesbian, at least she wasn't, but still she craves you, doesn't she? And me? Right now I want nothing more than to just kiss you and strip you naked and throw you down on the floor and have my way with you.”

And I said “I… I… I'm… I'm…”

“I've been married to your uncle for almost twenty years now," she said. "And lived in this haze of his, and seen how girls around him act and what they want and what they are willing to do to get it. And it's beautiful. And addictive. So addictive, and why shouldn't I get something out of it too?
And it's like this, people like you and your uncle, you have an obligation to the rest of us. You owe it to us to give us what we need. It's like that guy that gets you hooked on cocaine. The least he can do is make sure you always get your fix, right?”

And I said “That's… I'm… I'm not…” and I had no idea what to say.

She just looked at me for a few seconds and then she said “I'm going to kiss you now,” and I said “Okay."

She grabbed my shoulders and kissed me, gently at first and then she pulled me to her hard and she put her tongue in between my lips and her hands went up and held the back of my head and she pushed her tongue deeper in my mouth and my body was suddenly burning up.

Then she stopped and she said “Now you're going to give me my fix,” and I said “Okay,” again, and she took my hand and we went upstairs and into their bedroom.

The room was huge, and she walked over to a door and unlocked it and opened it, and the light inside came on automatically and it was a like a walk-in closet and she said “Take your clothes off,” but I didn't do it because I was just staring at the stuff in there.

I had never seen so much stuff like that in my life. There were all kinds of sex toys and sexy clothes, and ropes and harnesses and whips and handcuffs and I didn't even know the names of some of the things in there, and she grabbed something and turned to me and frowned when she saw I still had my clothes on.

“Take. Your. Clothes. Off." she said. "Now!"

So I did.

She took her top off, and she didn't have anything on under it and now she was just wearing her jeans and she was barefoot, and she walked towards me and said “Lie down on the bed,” and I did right away.

She spread my legs and then with the ropes she had found she tied my ankles to the bedposts and then she grabbed my arms and tied my wrists in the same way and then she lay down on top of me and she kissed me again, and her hands touched every part of my body, and she kissed my neck and my chest and my tits and she kissed and licked my nipples and she sucked on them and even bit them a little and her hands were everywhere except on my pussy.

Sometimes she would let her fingers graze around it, but she didn't touch me there and I tried to move my hips after her fingers to make them reach my pussy and I wanted to shout “Just fuck me, please fuck me!” but I didn't.

She took her time and kissed my stomach and licked my belly button and licked her way down my thighs and legs all the way to my feet and my toes, then back up and I was on fire, and then she stopped for a second when she had reached my pussy and she was so close to it I could feel her breath, and she just looked up at me and smiled, and my mind screamed 'Pleeeaassee!!'

And then she stuck her tongue deep inside my pussy and I came right away, and my mind went 'Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!' but what I said was just “Aaaahhhhhh!”

She stood up in the bed and took her jeans off and she didn't have any panties on, and she was shaved smooth and it was glistening and so beautiful, and then she sat down straddling my face and her pussy was so close and I put my tongue out and licked it briefly and I thought that was what she wanted me to do, but she slapped me and said “No!”

And then she rubbed herself and fingered herself and all I could do was watch, and every now and then she put her fingers in my mouth and let me taste her, and then she arched her back and she said “Oohh fffu-uuck!” when she came, and she rubbed her pussy on my face through her orgasm, and it seemed to last forever but still it was over too soon because I liked it so much, and then she left.

She just got up and walked out of the room and left me there, and when she came back, maybe ten minutes later and maybe more, she had showered and put on new clothes and I was still tied to the bed and my arms were getting so tired and I wanted her to untie me, but I much more wanted her to put her tongue in me again.
But she just sat down on the bed beside me and she stroked my hair and she said “I'm sorry I hit you, but you can't do that without my permission, do you understand?” and I said “Yes, aunt Beth,” and she said “Good girl,” and then she kissed me again.
So yeah, she's the nicest person ever, but she can be strict sometimes.