"Oh no, that's all right," Sally replied. "I'd love to go for a swim!"
Reese didn't want to swim. He wanted to get Sally alone in a bedroom and talk to her. But he finally agreed.
After taking her bags up to the bedroom, he pulled on a pair of trunks and joined the kids by the pool to wait for Sally. As he fixed two drinks at the portable bar, he wondered about his sister. Was she as beautiful as she always had been before? In clothes she certainly hadn't aged much.
Then she appeared and he nearly spilled the drinks gawking at her. Her body was even riper and more sensuous than he had remembered it.
The bra of her skimpy bikini just barely covered her nipples, and Reese could see a hint of her areola. The twin mounds were full and large and arched upward, like ripening melons reaching for the sun. Her bikini bottoms were no more than triangular wisps of material that snugged tightly into her crotch, and he could imagine the succulent little cunt that nestled in between her firm thighs.
He hoped his cock wouldn't get hard in the tight trunks he was wearing and give him away. He remembered the sex they had had together so many years ago, and he didn't want to scare her by letting her know so soon after her arrival that he wanted it again.
Sally accepted the drink and stretched out on a lounge next to him. She could feel her brother's eyes on her body, but managed to keep her own averted from his crotch.
They made small talk and then Richard swam over and rested his elbows against the side of the pool. "Can we play now, Dad?"
"Not now, Richard," Reese said, a slight note of anger in his voice. "You know what I told you."
"Aw, Dad. Well, are you gonna come in the water, Aunt Sally?"
"You might as well go in, Sally. The boy will give you no peace until you do."
Sally laughed. She sat her drink down and walked to the edge of the pool. Reese's eyes followed her longingly. He could feel his prick getting hard and bulging in his trunks.
Sally's ass was gorgeous in the skimpy swim suit. It jutted outward in two perfect half-moons. He wanted to reach out, strip the bikini bottoms from her cheeks, and ram his cock up her cunt from the rear.
"Here I come," Sally called, and dove lithely into the pool.
When she surfaced, Richard was right beside her. His youthful, well muscled body gleamed with droplets of water. "Remember how you used to carry me around in the water, till I learned to swim, Aunt Sally?"
"Of course, Richard."
"Well, I'm big enough, I can carry you now. C'mon!"
In the spirit of fun, Sally wrapped her legs around the boy's waist. She put her arms around his neck and tried to ignore the direction of his eyes as he looked down into the deep valley between her tits in the flimsy bikini top.
Then she gasped as the boy pulled her hard against him. Her huge tits mashed against his bare chest and her splayed pussy was just at the top of his trunks.
"Here we go," the boy chortled.
Suddenly Sally found herself bouncing around in the water. Her tits rubbed wildly against him and her pussy was going up and down on his groin.
In no time the boy had a raging hard-on. It pressed like a hot poker against the lips of her pussy. She wanted to reach down and pull her crotchband aside so that his hard chunk of meat could go up into her cunt.
Surely, she thought, the boy knows what he's doing!
"Feel good, Aunt Sally?"
She was about to reply when Reese's angry voice thundered across to them from the edge of the pool.
"Richard… what did I tell you! Now let's all go inside. Your aunt's tired, and it's time for dinner and bed!"
Sally showered and slipped into one of her most revealing nightgowns. It had been pretty obvious in the pool that the boy, Richard, had wanted to fuck her. Reese's eyes also had told her that he wasn't against renewing the relationship they had had so long before.
She was determined to find out for sure if her suspicions were right.
She left her room and padded down the hall until she was in front of his door. She tapped lightly and whispered his name. "Reese?"
"Yes."
"It's me, Sally. Can I come in?"
"Sure, honey."
Sally stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Reese's eyes opened wide. She knew her dark nipples were like headlights beneath the skimpy material of her gown and she was sure, even though she had worn a pair of panties, that he could see the dark triangle of her cunt.
"I was hoping you'd be awake," she said, crossing the room and stopping beside the bed. "We haven't had much chance to talk."
"There's no rush, honey," he replied. "We have lots of time."
"I know, but I'd like to talk a little now," she said. "Do you mind?"
He smiled warmly and patted the bed, offering her the place beside him. "Of course not."
She lay down on her side, facing him. "Light me a cigarette, would you?"
He did, and handed it to her, placing the ashtray between them. Her peignoir had parted and he could see her full hips, covered only by the lacy material of her panties, and her black hair like a silken triangle at her crotch.
"I might as well come right to the point."
"Okay," he said, stubbing out his cigarette.
"I think you saw what went on in the pool."
"Yes." He frowned. "I told Richard to take it easy. I mean, until I talked to you."
"Would you mind explaining it to me?"
"It's simple. I might as well be blunt, Sis. Richard wants to fuck you." Sally's mouth dropped open. She gasped, regained her composure, and then broke out in gales of laughter.
"Oh, my God!"
"What's the matter?" Reese asked, afraid that she had flipped.
"Nothing… much," Sally said, wiping tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes. "Except I feel the same way about him!"
She went on to explain to her brother the circumstances of her affair with young Timmy, and even told him about Brad, the magazine salesman, and the man on the airplane.