This is a work of fiction with just enough truthfulness to be believable. Anyone engaged in sexual activities are of at least 18 years of age.

It was December 31 of 1987, and I was a young (18M) Airman in the USAF on leave for the Christmas holidays, and I'd begun an incestuous relationship with my aunt (43F).

We were on I-55 in southern Missouri when I told my aunt that her mother/my grandmother had found out about us sleeping together. My aunt had angrily blown up at me for telling my grandmother about us. When I explained that my grandmother had figured it out herself and had actually given us her blessing to continue what we were doing, my aunt broke down in tears. After a good cry, my aunt quickly got back onto the highway heading south to her apartment in Memphis.

We drove for a while talking about what we were going to do once we got to her apartment, and we'd agreed to get naked as soon as possible and to stay that way until I had to get ready to catch a flight back to Texas. I suggested, though, that since it was New years Eve, we would stop somewhere so that she could buy some wine. We could then sit naked on her couch toast and cum in the new year while watching the Dick Clark new years show on ABC. She said that was a spectacular idea and asked where we could possibly get some wine and have it chilled by the time we got to her apartment. I reminded her that there was an Air Force Base in Blytheville and where there is the US Military, there is copious supplies of alcohol. She agreed and once we were back in Arkansas and saw the Blytheville exit she got off of the highway and headed into town.

It wasn't hard to find a liquor store on main Street Blytheville. So she pulled in grabbed her purse and headed inside. She came out after a bit with a Styrofoam cooler and 4 bottle necks sticking out. She handed me the cooler and asked that I set it up in the back of her jeep so that it wouldn't tip over and went back for a bag of ice. I noticed that inside the cooler were 4 bottles of red wine. I set the cooler up against the rear wheel well with my duffle bag laying next to it holding it in place. When she returned with the bag of ice she dropped it on the ground breaking it up and dumped it around the wine bottles. We then got back in the jeep and resumed our trip back to Memphis.

When we arrived at her apartment, she went to the hatchback, grabbed the cooler and told me to grab the bags and lockup the jeep. She said that she'd get the door unlocked and start setting things up for us. I grabbed her and my bags, set them on the sidewalk, checked both doors and the hatchback of her jeep to make sure that they were locked and carried my two bags and her single bag up the stairs into the apartment.

As I entered I didn't see her. There were lamps on, a sheet thrown over the sofa, the TV was on, and the door to her bedroom open. I called out to her, and heard the door behind me shut and the locks being locked. I turned and saw her. She was completely nude except for a necklace and a pair of high heels. She looked at me and said in a sultry voice "Looks like someone is over dressed," as she sexily walked passed me to the couch, sat down and picked up one of the two glasses of red wine already poured and settingon her coffee table.

I quickly set the bags down in the kitchen, disrobed, and joined her on the couch. She handed me the wine glass in her hand and then picked up the other. She held up her glass as to toast and I did the same. She looked me in the eye and said, "To a fruitful endeavor." Knowing exactly what she meant by that and still making eye contact with her I repeated it and added, "If not successful try try again," and clicked glasses with her.

I took a sip of the wine and it was fruity and sweet. After one sip, I took her glass and set both of our glasses on the coffee table and then embraced and kissed her. Out kiss was long and passionate. I started exploring her body with my hands, and she mine. I'd occasionally break our kiss, and kiss my way to her ears, neck and throat and she'd moan when I did. We made out like that for quite a while. We only stopped when we heard Dick Clark say something about 10 minutes to ball drop.

We picked up our wine glasses and sat there watching the show in NYC, her resting her head on my chest, and both of us occasionally taking a sip of wine. We watch the ball drop in times square and the celebrations in NYC for a bit, and after about a twenty minutes the local ABC affiliate took over. We finished our first glasses of wine and I poured us each a second. We watched as the local TV crew filmed bands playing down on Beale Street. At about fifteen to twenty minutes before midnight time I looked at her, kissed her and told her it was time to start if we wanted to cum in the new year.

She laid back on the couch and I slowly entered her wet pussy. I slowly started inserting and removing my manhood from her woman hood, as the minutes ticked off I increased the pace. As I increased the pace, she started moaning and telling me harder and faster, just like she'd done that morning. She came several times as we made love on her couch, and told me that she was cumming just as the local anchor started counting down. The clenching of her pussy muscles sent me over the edge and I started to cum on two. I continued to pump her full of my seed through one, zero, and "happy new year." Once I was spent I leaned in kissed her and told her "Happy new year Kate." And she responded with "Happy new year Jake."

We slowly sat up, drank the rest of the first bottle of wine while watching the new years celebrations in mountain time zone, popped the second, watched the Pacific time zone, and went to bed and made love again.

Part 6 soon