I was awakened by a rhythmic rustling sound and heavy breathing. It was Elaine, practicing the new tricks Td taught her the night before. How charming she looked, I thought, peering at her through my lashes so as not to disturb her. The sheets were down around her ankles, her long body arched upwards with strain, and both her hands were between her legs, rubbing and fingering as if she wanted to make up for lost time.
She was closing in on her climax rapidly. Her head rolled from side to side and her hands missed the mark more frequently so that she had to consciously adjust her position and do it right. Little moans and deep sighs orchestrated the process. I was enjoying every second of it, egging her on silently and hoping she'd make it. If I knew anything about masturbating, Elaine was talented at it. Her climax erupted all of a sudden, rendering her body as taut as a bow string for a second till all of the emotions flooded out of her and she fell back with a little cry of happiness.
At that moment someone began to knock at the door. Elaine was startled and pulled the sheet over her sweating body. I lifted myself up on an elbow and said: “Yes?”
“Time to get up, girls,” Mum said from the other side of the door. “Breakfast is on the table.”
“Oh, Mum, it's too early!” I protested. The clock said seven, and we were on vacation after all!
“I have to be in Morristown by nine,” Mum said, “so it's an early start for all of us.”
That gave me quite a lift Dad had to go to work and Mum's trips to Morristown took all day as a rule. Bob and I might get our chance yet! Then Elaine mentioned she was scheduled to go hiking that day with a girl friend, and Nora bolted her breakfast so she could go to a rally on campus-Bob and I could hardly contain ourselves!
Dad, however, was on to us. “You two had better spend the day with Aunt Liz,” he said without taking his eyes out of the paper. “I've called her and she'll be here around nine to pick you two up for a day at the lake.” Neither of us could say anything in protest of course. Instead we forced smiles and said what a good idea that was. Mum said nothing. She just served the breakfasts and remained expressionless. Was it her idea, I wondered.
Bob and I sat in the living room and watched the others leave one by one. Nora was picked up by a campus radical who drove a British sports car. Elaine left with a small knapsack on her back, little shorts and soft hiking boots, an uncharacteristic gleam in her eyes. Then Mum took her car and drove off to Morristown where she would devote herself to works of charity for the day. And finally Dad left. He didn't want to go before Aunt Liz came but he didn't want to be late for the office either. In the end he left us with the gruff instructions to “behave ourselves.”
The moment the door closed behind him Bob and I were in each other's arms, hugging the other fiercely. We waited till we heard his car back out; and then we kissed deeply, our tongues delving into the other, my hands exploring the hard, muscular contours of his back while his weighed my tits and squeezed them appreciatively. “Oh, baby!” he whispered, kissing my face all over. “If only you knew what a long year this has been for me!”
“I know, I know,” I nodded, caressing the full outline of his cock. He was so erect that it made me weak in the knees. I wanted him right away, any way he wanted to give it to me. Suddenly cock was all I could think about, Bob's cock, thick and hard, opening up my pussy the way no fingers or tongues could. The moisture flooded my box, I was ready for him, and my hands wrestled with the awkward buttons and zip of my jeans. He had undone his fly and his cock was up into the air, proud and ready, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. If only Aunt Liz could be a few minutes late! A quickie would set me up for a while.
I flung myself back on the couch, one finger in my cunt rotating inside the entrance to distribute my juices evenly so he could slip into me without difficulty. And Bob took his jeans off, kicked them out of the way, and threw himself on top of me. I embraced him with one arm and guided his cock in with my free hand, both of us panting and sweating, as anxious as a honeymoon couple. His thick knob pushed at my flesh, demanding to be admitted. I opened my legs wide and reached down with both hands to pull my buttocks apart. It was working! An inch of his cock moved in, jabbing back and forth, getting up further, making me feel incredibly good. It was as though I'd just finished with an all-fluids diet and getting my teeth into a big juicy steak! And I wanted more, more!
“Oh no!” he cried suddenly. His body went rigid and he gnashed his teeth together. “Oh, fuck it!” A strong squirt of sperm played up against the inner walls of my cunt, tickling me erotically. My whole body squirmed in response, mad cries breaking from my throat. Another rush of cream accompanied by the same wild sensations in my innards. I came on the third pulse but Bob was still cursing his luck. “Damn, shit, fuck!” he fumed, getting up and glaring at his cock. It still looked hard and ready to me but he obviously knew better. “Wouldn't you know it,” he said to me, throwing his arms up in a universal gesture of impotent anger, “that I'd blow my wad too early on today of all days?”
I wanted to console him but we heard a car drive up the driveway. As one we dove for our clothes and put them on in a panic. Even though Aunt Liz was no where near as stuffy as Mum, we never were able to work out how much the two sisters were like each other. Sperm dripped out of my cunt down on the carpet. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I told Bob and took my clothes with me.
Once in the privacy of the bathroom I let the sperm drip out in my own good time. I heard Aunt Liz talking animatedly with Bob. He wasn't in a conversational mood but she kept it going all by herself, apparently in fine spirits. I squeezed the last of his cream out and washed my box carefully to make sure all the evidence was gone. Then, with a last glance at my mirror reflection, I stepped out of the bathroom and went over to Aunt Liz to greet her.
“Hello darling,” said Aunt Liz effusively, kissing me wetly on the mouth. “My goodness, look at you! In just one year you've grown into a regular beauty queen!”
“Thank you,” I said lamely.
“And Bob so handsome,” she went on, “it makes you wonder, doesn't it? Such a lovely family in spite of everything.”
Bob and I exchanged puzzled looks, but neither of us probed. Aunt Liz ushered us out to her car, still talking at the top of her voice as was her wont. She looked a lot like Mum, voluptuous, sensual-but Aunt Liz acted sensually, she made no attempt to hide it. Her clothes accentuated it, in fact. On this hot summer's day she wore a halter top that contained her formidable tits with difficulty. It was cut low at the top and sides, allowing generous glimpses of her white, full-some flesh. Tight slacks brought out the curves of her ass and thighs and hugged her crotch most suggestively. I guessed her to be about twenty pounds overweight, but she was tall and graceful so that it hardly showed.
All in all she was a delightful looking woman. Her dark eyes were full of mischief and smiles, her short curly hair bobbed loosely as she walked, and everything she said seemed to have another meaning somehow. I couldn't figure her out. The two of us sat in the front seat with her, me in the middle. Her big, firm thigh pressed against mine and it surprised me how nice it felt. She was so womanly… big and sexy, exuding dense sensuality, overpowering all in all, making me feel like a little, very vulnerable girl who would only be too pleased to be swept up by this mammoth of sex.
Bob couldn't keep his eyes off her either. He'd forgotten his premature ejaculation already, no doubt helped along by the conciliatory gestures I made as Aunt Liz wheeled her big car through the winding lanes leading to the lake.
The lake was a vast stretch of water surrounded by dense forest. Our hometown had been built in a clearing a few centuries earlier, and later other towns had been constructed, joined by freeways, and the forests had been pushed back a little. Not much, though. For one reason or another the real-estate developers hadn't reached our neck of the woods yet; and tourists preferred the resort areas further upstate, where there were golf courses and cabarets and singles bars. So it was that our family had maintained one specific area along the lake's edge as its own, and Dad had even built a small cabin there. Nothing fancy, just a shelter from the rain and a dressing shed. A winding path led to it, just two parallel ruts among the trees. Aunt Liz drove her Caddie along this bumpy trail with all the nonchalance of a cowboy riding his trusty steed over the Rockies.
I admired that in her. No matter what she turned her hand to, Aunt Liz was good at it. Mum, on the other hand, eschewed all tasks but simple household ones. But then, Mum had married Dad, and Dad wasn't the kind to let anyone loose. Aunt Liz had married a few times in her past but never talked about it. All we knew of her we'd learned by interpreting slivers of innuendo which Dad sometimes let loose in conversation. He didn't exactly approve of Aunt Liz.
“Here we are,” she said, riding a big bump out to park the car neatly alongside the shed. “My, it looks good out there, doesn't it, kids? Have you brought your swimming costumes?”
“Sure have,” said Bob.
“Good. Well, let me change first and then you two can use the shed.” She reached into the back seat and took her bag, then disappeared into the shed.
“Why should we wear anything?” I said, looking around. “There isn't anyone about for miles!”
“My sentiments exactly,” Bob nodded. “Come on, let's just jump in. Aunt Liz doesn't care about things like that.”
We took our clothes off at the side of the lake and hid our swimming clothes underneath the pile. I paused for a moment to caress Bob's brand new erection, but then we dove into the cool waters and swam vigorously out into lake towards the raft moored there many years earlier. The raft, too, had become part of our family estate. We'd played on it as kids, so innocent then, nude and sunbaked-when I tried to remember Bob in those days I couldn't even recall his penis!
At the raft we took a breather, suspended in the water, one arm on the edge of the wooden structure. The door to the shed was still closed. Aunt Liz seemed to be taking her time changing. Bob made the best of the occasion by running his hand over my body, softly, so cool in the water. And then he wedged his hand between the tops of my thighs and squeezed my pussy like it was a rubber ball, which made me feel giddy with lust. “Stop it, Bob!” I cried, pushing away from the raft and heading back to shore. “It's not fair to warm me up like that!”
“But I want to!” he yelled, striking out after me. He was a much better swimmer, school champion, at the peak of his condition, so all he had to do was swim past me, dive, and caress my struggling body all over. I swam till my feet touched bottom, and then stood to fend him off. The water came to just around my waist. In the heat of the moment we both forgot about Aunt Liz. Only when Bob grabbed me around the waist and whirled me around did we spot her.
She stood on the shore dressed in a tiny bikini, an enigmatic smile wreathing her features as she watched us at play. Bob put me down but I couldn't hide my tits without sinking through my knees. That would be too obvious. Instead I turned my back to her and swam away towards the raft. Bob didn't follow me.
When I reached the raft I turned around to see what was going on. Aunt Liz was in the water up to her neck, talking with Bob who stood close to her. I couldn't work it out-not till I saw something red in her hand and realized it was the top of her bikini! She threw it on the shore and her arms went back into the water. Another red item, surely her bikini bottom! Aunt Liz was a swinger after all!
Now Bob got really close to her but she was too quick for him. With a push she got away from him and swam out towards the raft. Bob was in hot pursuit, swimming underwater for much of the time. When they reached me they were both out of breath from the exertion and laughter. “Oh dear!” gasped Aunt Liz, winking at me. “Your brother is quite a water baby, isn't he? My, how that boy can swim!”
She held on to the raft and the whiteness of her tits showed clearly through the water. The rest of her was nut brown. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she took hold of the side of the raft and lifted herself on top of it. Stark naked, but so sure of herself, she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, inclining her face towards the sun and falling silent. Bob and I were left treading water, with no choice but to look up at her hairy twat with unabashed admiration.
Her cunt was truly a woman's. Elaine's had been cute, pursed lips as smooth as silk, a little gem. And mine wasn't all that different. But Aunt Liz had a real box with reddish fat labia pressed hard together, and a pelt of hair growing luxuriously down either side of her slit. I knew I ought to be jealous… but my experiences with girls had prepared me more than adequately for women. Bob's face was just inches from her big cunt and I couldn't blame him. I wasn't much further away. And Aunt Liz sat there like the reigning monarch, the queen bee herself, sunning her face sure in the knowledge that nature was taking its course with us.
Bob and I reached out at the same time, hesitated, then let a timid finger trace the outline of her box. She didn't move. My finger ran down the thick slit, pushing a little to get right between the full lips, and that got to her. She parted her legs a little and looked down with pleasure, at the same revealing the bounty of her tits to us. Her approval was all we needed to go ahead. Bob and I struggled to go down on her first. He won. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted himself out of the water far enough to bury his face into her hirsute maw. That left me with little to do. Impulsively I let go of the raft and sank down under the surface of the water till my face was level with Bob's cock. As expected it was very hard. Whoever thought that cold water was an antidote against erections had never been swimming in the nude. I pressed a kiss on his glans and surfaced. He gave me the thumbs-up sign to let me know he appreciated my gesture but he wouldn't take his face out from between her solid thighs.
“Come here, baby,” said Aunt Liz softly, motioning me to come up and join her on the raft. I scrambled out of the water and sat down beside her. She reached down at once and titillated my pussy with a lone finger, just caressing me in all the parts where I was sensitive. Her accuracy was remarkable. I spread my legs for her and eyed her breasts with anticipation. They were easily the biggest tits I'd ever seen and they brought something out in me that I hadn't been aware of. Those big tits, so full and generous, made me want to be weaned all over again, just for a day. They looked so comforting, so inviting, a fleshy haven where I'd be sure to find peace for a moment or so.
I sank down between her orbs face first, and she increased her stimulation of my box accordingly. Just as I had anticipated, her soft billowing flesh engulfed me in a dazzle of sensuality, making me at once horny and happy. From below I heard the wet sounds of Bob sucking at Aunt Liz's cunt. And her finger kept stirring my emotions up relentlessly, building up the pitch gradually, and all I could do about it was to suck at her big nipples harder and harder, sucking till it sounded like the smacking of a baby. That seemed to delight her all the more. She caressed my head and back, fingered me all the more ferociously, and opened her legs even wider to Bob.
Bob suddenly rose out of the water and lay with his face on Aunt Liz's thighs, eating her out greedily. His erect cock moved my way, and before I knew what was happening Aunt Liz had his cock in hand and steered it towards my wet little cunt. I grabbed hold of her big tits with both hands, unable to conceal my excitement, and let her have her way with us. Again his knob touched down on my entrance, and this time there was no hurry. We were alone on this sun-drenched raft, afloat in a huge lake surrounded by forest. Bird calls echoed through the trees, the occasional splash of a fish or the slosh of water as our raft hit a swell the wrong way disturbed the perfect silence but only in such a way as to complement it. The three of us were locked in a chain of passion, concatenated by lust, with Bob's long, solid cock riding into my opening pussy, while he continued to eat Aunt Liz out with all the finesse of a trench digger and I sucked at her tits with the despair borne out of the preamble of my satisfaction.
Aunt Liz rested on her elbows, leaning back and watching us both with a well-pleased smile. She seemed anything but surprised. In fact the whole situation had come about so quickly and so smoothly that I couldn't help but suspect it had been prearranged without my knowledge. But who would have dared? Not Bob, certainly not me-and Mum was just beyond suspicion. No, it must have been the vibes or the weather or circumstances. Whatever it was, it had happened for the best.
Her nipple gratified the most secret of my desires. I snuggled up to her and licked and bit and suckled to my heart's content, at the same time making very sure that Bob had all the access to my cunt he needed. The rough wooden surface of the raft caused me pain and it couldn't have been comfortable for the other two either, but we kept going. Bob's face was buried in Aunt Liz's wide-open cunt and he was slobbering inside her as if he wanted to suck her vitals out. And his cock kept delivering, moving in and out of my clamoring cunt smooth as a piston. Eventually I had to let go of the succulent nipple-it was all I could do to lie there and take what Bob was dealing out!
This was the culmination moment for me, the one I'd been waiting for all year. To have his thick cock coursing in and out of my pussy, to have the leisure to enjoy it, it seemed sinfully luxurious to me. I clung to Aunt Liz's broad bosom, muffling my cries in her flesh. Bob just kept on shafting. I looked around to see what he was doing and found he'd taken a breather from her big cunt and was just looking at it while fucking me. That wasn't altogether my bag but I accepted it for what it was. Besides, recalling her majestic cunt in vivid detail it gave me a little charge too, as if seeing it again through Bob's eyes. And if it took her box to make him fuck this way I felt I could overlook it.
He had me in the straights now, plowing relentlessly and pushing me along the tortuous path to my climax. I felt suspended outside of my body, watching myself writhe and clutch at Aunt Liz, small wild cries caroling out of my open mouth, my hips pumping back into his battering ram of a cock. Silly, disconnected words tumbled out of me directed at both of them. I wanted to tell them how happy they made me, how dearly I loved everything about them, but my mind was twirling like a top. They must have understood. Aunt Liz caressed my tits and pinched my nipples just right and Bob fingered my clitoris as he fucked me, and I just couldn't withstand that total barrage any longer. With a loud whooping sound I let myself explode, falling backwards, tumbling, crying and laughing, until the last vestige of my pleasure ebbed away and left me feeling plain contented.
But Bob still had his erection. He saw that I'd had enough for the time being so he got on top of Aunt Liz. She reclined at once, only too anxious to make him feel at home. His cock slipped into her mighty maw and his loins took up the regular, pounding motion again, only this time he was dealing with a woman on the grand scale. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him tackling this veteran of a hundred beds. He looked for all the world like a randy fisherman assaulting a whale. But Aunt Liz had gained more than just memories from her past. She knew how to make the most of every stimulation, knew how to adjust her body to get Bob to fuck her more effectively; and besides that she was hypersensitive, having been worn down to raw nerves by past lovers.
Soon I lost the image I'd had of the two of them and saw instead two accomplished lovers at work. How she writhed and moaned, how she nibbled at his lobes and dipped her tongue in his ear! Her hands caressed his back and squeezed his muscular buttocks, working down into the narrow furrow and doing something in there that made Bob fuck all the more vigorously. And while she was egging him on she made damn sure her own pleasures weren't tampered with. Her fingers were everywhere at once, stoking him up, giving herself a touch, finger-fucking Bob's ass, her tits bulging out from under his weight, her legs wide open. From a casual bystander I turned into a pupil, watching how she did it and why.
Bob was getting tired. It seemed as though he couldn't ejaculate, and I wondered if he was trying to make up for the abbreviated performance he'd put in on me earlier. His face was red as a beet and his breath whistled through his throat. It was Aunt Liz who excited me, though. I loved the way her firm flesh quivered in her thighs each time Bob pushed his cock deep into her box. And the expressions on her face were all studies in pleasure. At times she bit her lip, then she drew her lips back in an animal snarl and bit Bob in the neck; and then she'd become very passive, radiant, peaceful for a while as a mysterious catharsis took place way down in her belly. Just looking at her made me horny as hell. I could empathize with her deeply and easily. My own satisfaction was all but forgotten. Already a helping finger snuck down my belly and lodged between my swollen labia, to shift the juices around and agitate my over-sensitive flesh.
“I'm coming!” Bob panted all at once. “Here comes, watch out!” His body became rigid, delivered a deep thrust, pulled back, paused, and pushed down again, keeping it up till he'd delivered his essence. Aunt Liz loved that squirting sensation as much as I had. With every blast she cried out and hugged him tightly, so tightly that he could hardly breathe. At last she released him and Bob rolled off her to land with a smack on his back on the raft. He looked as spent as anyone can be without actually passing away. Aunt Liz, on the other hand, looked vital, delighted, and ready for more.
One look at the dollops of cream oozing out of her generously proportioned cunt convinced me to help her out. I rolled over her leg to get in between them. She understood my intention at once. Parting them wide she admitted me into the wonderful world of her pussy, and when I was face to face with it I saw its true magnificence for the first time. The thick labia wore a passionate flush and shone with moisture. Her hairs were matted with sweat and what not, and her hole was made up of pink flesh dripping with white fluids. I bent down with a sense of reverence and the tip of my tongue flicked at the rivulet of sperm. I wasn't sure if I'd like the taste of it-her cunt had been the big drawcard-but it was salty, a little whey, and then, as I swallowed it, a spiciness became evident. Not bad at all! I pressed my face against her cunt and sucked a little harder. A whole chain of dollops rushed down along my tongue and slithered into my throat, leaving behind the same sapid taste sensation. Mixed in with was the womanly taste and scent of Aunt Liz, a welcome situation.
I was getting in my stride now, licking her out and sucking at her dew just the way I'd done it at school with Ann and the other members of our club. My tongue probed and darted, circled her knobby clitoris, pressed down on it and then shot down to her entrance once more to get the fresh juices. The springiness of her flesh delighted me. My fingers pressed into her thighs and ass. There were parts of her I couldn't get at but she helped me out there. Her thighs closed around my head and she drew back so that her loins were vertical and my tits were hard up against her buttocks. All I could do was wallow in her. I couldn't see or hear anything but I could touch and taste and that was enough.
She was so horny now that she almost squeezed me to bits between her powerful thighs. I ate her out for all I was worth, swallowing down great draughts of cunt juice, and my fingernails ran along her ass, licking and scratching till she sighed and cried out at the same time and her legs fell away from my ears to release me. I was so exhausted that I just fell back into the water and cooled off for a while. Bob was looking at me curiously from up on the raft.
“I didn't know you went both ways,” he said finally.
“Perhaps I should have warned you,” I replied, swimming back to the raft. “But then, what did you expect me to do in boarding school surrounded by girls all year?” guess I never thought about it that way,” he shrugged. There was an expression of petulance in his eyes, as though he felt I'd cheated him out of something.
“What about you?” I asked. “Did you sit on your hands all the past year, or did you date other girls?”
“I dated a few,” he said defensively, “but I didn't go with guys, that's for sure.”
“My goodness,” puffed Aunt Liz, getting up, “and to think I was supposed to keep you kids from doing this!”
Bob and I kept silent. Aunt Liz talked on for a while longer, ignoring our argument. When she saw that we wanted to have it out on the spot she changed her tactic and said: “You kids want to fight about who was less faithful or something? If that's what you've got in mind let me just say that you'll be wasting your time. You're brother and sister and you can't afford to be jealous of each other. No matter what you do you'll always be tied by blood. You can't just up and leave each other… you see what I mean?”
We looked at her thoughtfully, knowing full well that she was right. A brother and sister combination could never be a conventional couple but we still had that to work out In the end we both shrugged and grinned. “I suppose you're right,” said Bob. “Anyway, Kathy, I want you to know I thought about you all the time you were gone, no matter what other girls I might have been seeing in the meantime.”
“I understand,” I said wryly. “After all, I've just been sitting here watching you fuck Aunt Liz. Arguing about fidelity is a bit silly under those circumstances, isn't it?”
“Why don't we swim back to shore,” said Aunt Liz. She stood up and balanced herself on the rocking raft. Her toes curled around the edge of it and she dove into the water, swimming with a regular, powerful stroke towards the shore. Bob was next into the water, threshing after her, twice as fast. And I puttered along behind them, content to take my time. It was only while I slowly stroked towards the shore that the full situation dawned on me. Aunt Liz was every bit the woman she appeared to be and more! But if she was such a sensualist, why was Mum such a drag? And if Mum didn't have it how come Bob and I had it in such large doses?
As kids we'd heard Dad's view of the world and nothing else. Dad knew how to distinguish between good and bad, and somehow to keep everything in its place by means of changing his tone of voice. Drink, we knew, was bad. He never mentioned alcoholic beverages in any but scathing tones. And women of Aunt Liz's stripe were not good either. It was a toss-up to see which he liked better, alcohol or overtly sensual women. Perhaps Mum's voluptuous figure offended him, too. He preferred for her to wear button-up dresses that also covered her knees. There was always the possibility that Mum was just like Aunt Liz, only severely inhibited by Dad. In that case we might be able to bring her out of it… but that, at the time, seemed like a challenge far beyond my capacities.
Besides, for Mum to place us in the care of her sexually orientated sister was an act of monstrous naivete! How could she have done that? Hell, I thought, if she was that dumb there was no hope of ever salvaging her. Even Elaine had the edge on her in terms of experience and maturity. By the time I caught up with Aunt Liz and Bob I had managed to convince myself that we were stuck with the status quo. Bob and I would have to fuck sneakily for the rest of our days at home. My days at home… there was the boarding school beckoning me at the end of my vacation, a dreadful prospect in itself. It all seemed so unfair!
Bob had no such thoughts in mind. He was laughing loudly at something Aunt Liz told him. They were unpacking a picnic hamper she'd brought with her, stuffed with chicken legs and wine and other goodies. She sat with her legs in the lotus position, just a thick tuft of hair sticking up from her crotch, her big tits sagging a little under their own weight Once again she reminded me of an earth mother in her element. She ate with relish and sat in the grass as if it was a couch. Bob sat close to her, listening to her every word. His leg shifted slowly till it had managed to sneak under her legs right up to where his big toe rested against her pubic bone. And Aunt Liz, very nonchalantly, lifted her loins just a little and settled her pussy down over his toe, slowly rocking herself back and forth while she kept on eating and talking as if nothing was happening.
To prevent myself from getting jealous again I managed to get myself close enough to her foot to perch on her big toe in turn. She gave me a quick smile and jiggled her toe in my hole for a moment, then left it up to me to do the rest. It felt nice and a little comforting to be sucking a thumb from the other end for once. And it wasn't a bad fit either. Together we made the best of our squat little dildos, rocking back and forth as though we were reciting endless lessons. The conversation became desultory, minds drifted, we stopped eating, and pretty soon the rocking was all we could focus on. Aunt Liz and I were at the same level, rocking, drooling, excited by the horniness of the act itself. Bob watched us get off with faint amusement. He understood the mechanics of masturbation well enough to get a new erection, though.
A small orgasm popped deep inside me and I moved away from the greasy toe, relieved that it was over. I'd had enough for one day. Aunt Liz titillated her clit for a moment or so and then her loins pushed forward abruptly and she, too, was done. “This chicken really is delicious,” she said conversationally, brandishing a leg. “Isn't it marvelous how hungry the great outdoors makes you?”
“The exercise has a lot to do with it, Aunt,” Bob said gravely. “That's what gets your blood and adrenalin pumping and that's what consumes the calories.”
“You can tell he goes to school, can't you?” grinned Aunt Liz. “What are you studying to be anyway, Bob, a sexual therapist?”
“No, a doctor,” he replied.
“What a pity,” she sighed. “The world needs another doctor like it needs another variety of poisonous snake. But a sexual witchdoctor, now that would be a real asset, wouldn't it?”
“Perhaps I can combine both careers.”
“Now that's creative thinking.” We toasted Bob's creativity and drank deep of the wine. The conversation turned to other matters, idle chatter mainly. We ate and drank, slept while the intake was digested, and then went swimming again. Late in the afternoon Aunt Liz told us we really had to be getting on home, and we dressed reluctantly. She drove us back and dropped us off at the sidewalk in front of our house, leaving us with another big, wet kiss.
“Why couldn't she have married Dad?” Bob thought out loud. “Our lives would have been completely different with her running the show, don't you think?”
“Who knows,” I shrugged. “We might have found ourselves in precisely the same position.”
“Maybe you're right.”
We entered the house with heavy hearts. The moment we came through the front door we felt all the restrictions, rules, and inhibitions that we'd been so well rid of all that day.