Date: Fri, 04 Dec 2020 15:17:20 +0000
From: nick.kedman <nick.kedman@protonmail.com>
Subject: Aunty Comes to Stay

Aunty comes to stay.

This is a totally fictional story about a boy, his dad and his aunt. It
involves fictional sexual activities between family members of both sexes
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My family would, on the surface anyway, have seemed pretty normal up until
last year when my mum lost a long battle with cancer at the stupidly young
age of 36. I was just 14 when she passed, just two days shy of
Christmas. Me and my younger brother were of course totally devastated
despite the warning signs having been clear for at least a year. The
following story is based on how I felt at that age.

Puberty is a funny time. Strange fantasies overwhelm your brain and often
at the most inopportune moments. Naturally I am permanently horny. That is
I think a given at my age. The only thing I feel really guilty about is
that I had started to fantasise about sex with my mum. Yeah, I know,
inappropriate at any time but especially so given the circumstances.

My brother is 18 months younger than me and is currently in the first
stages of puberty. He and I have played with each others willies but I
think he gets more out of that than I do, even though I like it.

Dad is a naturist and spends every minute he can without clothes. That of
course means I am quite used to seeing a grown up man naked. It also makes
him much easier to talk to in my opinion. I have nothing to base that
opinion on but it just seems easier to speak about more personal things
with a naked dad than with a man in a suit.

My aunty is married to a Frenchman and has one child, a girl of
12. Normally in the summer they trek off to their second home in France for
a longish holiday. My aunty is slim and a bit of a MILF as far as I'm
concerned. This year events conspired to change my aunt's usual summer
routine. Her father in law (in France) become very sick. My uncle needed to
travel to France to be by his dad's bedside. He took his daughter with him
but my aunty couldn't travel with them as she had some business to attend
to in England.

My brother was booked to go away on a ten day scout camp and that meant
that dad and I would have the house to ourselves for the duration. I was
quite pleased because I like talking to my dad about 'grown-up' things
knowing I will get a straight answer and be treated as an equal. I was
therefore a bit disappointed when dad told me that he had invited his
sister to come and stay with us for a week.

When it was just dad and I at home he often let me share a beer with him. I
guess, like most people, a beer loosens the tongue. I think it was around
one or two evenings before the arrival of my aunty and after at least one,
possibly two beers, that I admitted to my dad that I had been having
fantasies about older women and mum. I thought he might be cross but he
said that he was quite honoured that I fancied the woman he had chosen to
become his mum. Due to the beer I also admitted that I thought my aunty was
quite sexy.

Dad told me that when he and his sister were young she rather liked playing
sex games with him. I pressed him for details. Mostly it was feeling each
other up but hearing dad describe it made me pretty horny. I asked him if
he thought she was still like that. He said that he doubted it.

Soon it was the day that my aunty was due to arrive. The weather was
fabulous and, if the forecast was to be believed, set fair for the
immediate future. As the hour of my auntie's arrival drew near my dad
pulled on a pair of shorts and slipped a shirt over his shoulders, though
he didn't bother to button it up. I was already wearing a tee shirt and
shorts.

My aunty arrived. There was all the usual embarrassing kissing and stupid
comments like 'Haven't you grown!' Then dad showed her to the guest room
where we left her to change out of her travelling clothes.

Soon she re-appeared in our kitchen. She was wearing a light summer dress
which showed off her bare legs. I was dead curious to see if she was
wearing a bra but she has small breasts anyway and the dress revealed
nothing. Dad put the kettle on. He seemed a bit on edge. I couldn't think
why. Then it became clear. He spoke to my aunty.

'Sis, you are aware that I am a naturist and usually live without
clothes. The thing is, would it embarrass you too much if I carried on as
normal?'

Now my aunty took her turn to look a bit embarrassed.

'Well, bro. I saw you naked all the time when we lived at home so I guess
it will be okay. I might find it rather awkward at first but I'm sure I
will soon get used to it. I didn't realise you stayed naked in front of
your sons' she added

'Oh yes. They are used to it. In fact, like a lot of boys, they often run
around nude too.'

That might have been true when we were four or five but it certainly hadn't
been the case for the last few years. I was about to protest when I caught
dad's eye. He was signalling me to keep quiet. I did but made a mental note
to speak to him about it as soon as we were alone.

With that, right in front of my aunty, dad stepped out of his shorts and
slipped the already open shirt off his shoulders. My aunty did look
embarrassed and said 'My goodness, just like that!' and then added 'You're
shaved!'

Dad looked down and with a grin replied 'Crikey! So I am.'

My aunty said all the usual stuff about not knowing where to look but after
a few minutes she settled down. We adjourned to the garden as it was such a
lovely day.

After we had settled Aunty into a sun lounger dad suggested he go indoors
and fetch some drinks. Behind my auntie's back he mimed to me that I should
follow him.

I told aunty that I would give dad a hand. We both returned to the
house. As dad was assembling beers for us and a bottle of French wine for
aunty, plus the requisite glasses, he updated me.

'Son, nothing is going to happen today and probably not tomorrow either but
if you are to have any fun with your aunty you need to follow my lead.' I
was shocked. I hadn't realised that dad had even remembered, let alone
taken on board my fantasy about my aunt.

As I was digesting that bombshell dad spoke again...

'When we are back up the garden and your aunty has her wine, slip your tee
shirt off and lay on the other sun lounger. When she has finished her first
glass, slip your shorts off and turn over as if to tan your bum. While I am
drinking my beer and keeping her glass topped up I will touch myself
'absent mindedly'. After a while, you turn over so she gets used to seeing
you naked. When we finally go back indoors for dinner, stay nude. I know my
sister. It will take time but I reckon it will work.'

I was pretty nervous about taking my shorts off in front of my aunt but
dad's plan did sound like the best chance, especially if my aunt got a bit
squiffy on the wine. After lying in my shorts for a while I slipped them
off but kept my back toward my aunt. I was waiting for her to say something
but she didn't. Later dad told me that she certainly gave my bum a good
once over but made no other reaction. Both dad and I were now totally
naked. The moment of turning over loomed and I was both incredibly excited
and dead scared at what my happen when my willy was exposed to my aunt's
gaze. This was aggravated by me lying on my willy. It had gone fairly stiff
so I didn't know quite what it would look like when I turned over.

While I was trying to choose the right moment my aunt commented again about
dad being shaved downstairs. That was good. It meant she had accepted his
nudity enough to be looking directly at it. While dad was explaining that
he had shaved it since grandma had told him he couldn't play nude in the
garden now he had pubes. Dad had shaved them off (with grandpa's razor)
that day and has remained bare ever since. Obviously he couldn't play nude
in the garden any more, because his mum knew, but he played nude everywhere
else.

I decided that while they were both involved in conversation it would be a
good time to turn over. As soon as I did I realised my willy was a bit
stiffer than I had thought. I saw my aunty look at it.

'So you didn't feel you had to shave when you grew hair then?' she said to
me.

'No, though dad suggested it once but we have communal showers at school.'

'Good point.' she replied.

Her looking at and talking about my willy had made it go even stiffer. I
glanced at dad nervously, unsure if a sudden erection was pushing things
too far. He just grinned at me.

Dad made sure my aunt's glass never became empty. When there was just an
inch or so left in the bottle he mimed to me to go in and fetch another. I
feigned the need to go to the toilet. I uncorked a second bottle and took
the opportunity to uncap a couple more beers for dad and I.

While I was doing that my willy had subsided a bit. It wasn't floppy but
certainly not fully erect any more. I realised that I had been really
turned on by my aunt seeing me stiff so I took a moment to re-inflate it
before picking up the three bottles and going back up the garden.

When I arrived back at the seating area I saw my aunt note my semi-erect
willy. She still didn't make any kind of comment. I noticed that Dad was
casually touching himself in what might look to others like a non-sexual
way but I have seen him do that before!

My aunt barely noticed the removal of the empty bottle of wine and its
replacement with a full bottle. She and my uncle do tend to drink a lot of
wine.

In line with dad's instructions I too touched myself but not quite so
blatantly as dad. If my aunt was aware of it, and she must have been, she
gave no outward sign of either displeasure or disgust.

'Phew! Isn't your garden a suntrap?' she exclaimed. 'I'm getting really
hot. I think I might catch some rays too seeing as it is so private here.'

With that she stood up, somewhat unsteadily I might add, and slipped off
her simple dress. One of my questions was answered straight away. She was
wearing a bra. It wasn't one of those hideous wire framed monstrosities
that older women with big bazonkas have to wear. This was a simple cotton
job that looked like a trainer bra that pubescent schoolgirls might wear.

Her tits were tiny but none the less horny for that. I could just make out
the shape of the nipples both by shape and a slight variation in colour
through the fabric. It was clear her nipples were 'in repose', assuming
that is a term you can use in the case of nipples. She was also wearing a
pair of bikini type white cotton panties that clearly didn't boast a
'reinforced gusset' as one of its USP's. I could pick out the indentation
of her crack through the thin layer of cotton. Naturally, I was pretending
not to look. She settled back into her sun lounger and picked up her glass,
having totally missed the fact that dad had just filled it up again.

Dad craftily steered the conversation around to the games that he and his
sister enjoyed as kids. At first he steered clear of any 'naughty' games
and spoke about annoying grandpa by semi-destroying his lawn with muddy
puddles. Slowly but surely he steered the chat around to dressing up games
and the like. It was obvious my aunt remembered them well.

'Erm, are you okay talking about those games in front of your son?' she
said.

'Why not?' said dad 'He is old enough to understand. He has played similar
games with his brother.'

My aunt looked a tad uncomfortable but by the same token I noticed that her
nipples were now clearly visible through her bra. They were smaller than my
mum's. I saw mums once up the garden when, unusually, she went topless
after much nagging from my dad. My aunt's nipples were more currants than
raisins but that didn't detract from their overall horniness.

It was by now late afternoon and the sun had disappeared behind a
neighbouring house. We decided to go indoors to get something to eat. I was
expecting my aunt to put her dress back on but to my surprise she simply
flipped it over her arm, picked up her glass and the bottle of wine and
followed dad and I back to the house. Once inside she nipped upstairs for a
wee. That gave dad chance to tell me that he thought things were going
better than expected. He told me to stay naked as it will help normalise
it. Although I am not usually comfortable naked I was finding it quite
arousing knowing my aunt was looking at my willy.

Aunty came back downstairs, still in her bra and panties. The house was
still very hot after the sunny day we had just enjoyed. Dad said he would
get us something to eat and suggested I sat with my aunt as we don't see
her much.

She sat opposite me. I could clearly see the shape of the crack of her
pussy through her panties and it was difficult to take my eyes off that
horny view.

'So, what has your dad told you about him and I when we were kids?'

Now I was the one to be embarrassed.

'Erm, he told me about you playing dressing up games and playing doctors
and nurses behind the settee while your parents were listening to the
radio.'

I felt that was safer than some of the more graphic details dad had
actually told me.

'Oh yes... I had forgotten the doctor and nurse bit. It was naughty but
even more so as our parents were in the room'.

She seemed to go off on a bit of a reverie as she recalled the detail of
that long forgotten incident. As she did so I noticed her left hand reach
over to her right breast. Suddenly it dawned on her what she was doing. She
returned to the now and asked me a question.

'What naughty games have you played with your brother?'

I was once more embarrassed and unsure how to reply. I decided on
cautiously.

'Well, we just touched each other, you know.'

'Was it nice?'

'Yeah, quite exciting I guess but not the same as having a sister.'

Dad returned to the lounge at that point. We talked until bedtime and
without further reference to anything horny. I just enjoyed looking at my
aunty and wished I could wank. Eventually we went to bed, and I did.

In the morning I woke up dying for a pee. I peeked out of my bedroom door
and saw that the bathroom door was partly open. Good. Still naked I almost
tiptoed along the landing and slid into the bathroom. I was startled to
find my aunt at the sink cleaning her teeth. She was dressed in a clean
pair of bikini briefs, not unlike yesterdays. You might wonder why there
was a full stop after yesterdays; It was because that was all she was
wearing. She had her back to me, facing the mirror, but of course I could
see the reflection of her naked breasts very clearly.

Then to my surprise she turned to face me. At that point she saw my
willy. It was rock hard as it is in the morning when you need a piss. She
smiled and said 'I am glad to see how pleased you are to see me!' or
something like that.

I need to tell you about her tits. You know the saying 'less is more'? Well
that pretty much describes them. Think of eggs poached in those convex
dishes that sit in a pan of hot water. Or, if you like think 13 year old
girl. Either way works for me. They were delicious. Her nipples were much
pinker than my mum's.  They were also smaller but in perfect harmony with
her beautiful little swellings. While I was perving over them my aunt
spoke.

'I saw you studying my little mosquito bites yesterday up the garden so I
thought I would give you a treat this morning. You can touch them if you
like.'

What a daft question. Of course I liked. Without further ado I gently
cupped one in my hand. I gently stroked the nipple with my thumb and
forefinger. Within seconds the button became firm and stood erect from the
pink bit I later discovered is called an areola. I had heard the word
before but thought it was a bloke, ''Arry Ola.' As I gently caressed her
breast she placed her cupped hand under my still stiff willy and gently
closed her fingers around it. She merely slid her hand up and off the end
of my cock but it sent a jolt of electricity through my body unlike
anything I have ever sensed before.

It was at that point that dad popped his head around the door. I
instinctively pulled away. In hindsight that was a stupid thing to do as it
was dad who was trying to engineer a bit of fun between me and aunty.

'I see you two are getting to know each other.' he said with a grin.

To be honest his interruption was well timed. If I didn't piss soon I was
going to leak all over my aunty and that might be a step too far so soon in
our relationship!'

'I just popped up to say breakfast is ready.' said dad, naked as usual.

Normally, if anyone is watching I can't open my bladder. This time it was
opening itself and I only just managed to force the erection down the few
degrees necessary to avoid spraying the cistern. My aunty seemed mesmerised
by the sight of me pissing.

I was both amazed and delighted when she came down to breakfast without
putting on her bra. In line with dads advice I too appeared in the kitchen
naked.

Dad acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world. For him, as a
naturist, it is but not with his son and sister in attendance.

We sat at the table eating scrambled egg on toast and drinking coffee. I
found it hard to concentrate with my aunts deliciously pert bumps directly
opposite me. My erection had passed but not totally. I remained semi-stiff
throughout the meal.

As it was again forecast to be in the mid 20's all day we opted to take a
second cup of coffee up the garden to fully utilise this beautiful
weather. I doubted my aunt would be comfortable walking up the possibly
overlooked half of the garden to reach the entirely private seating
area. To my surprise she didn't bat an eyelid. I think even dad was
surprised.

When we sat down he said to her...

'I'm delighted how quick you have accepted nudity sis.'

'It did feel a bit embarrassing when you first took off your shorts but I
was surprised how quickly I got used to you both being in the nude and
comfortable with it.'

'Well, in just 24 hours you are 90% converted!' said dad with a grin.

'Are you saying that I'm wimping out?' she replied.

Dad put on a really bad American accent and said, 'It's one small step for
man but one giant leap for mankind,'

'I'm not a man I'll have you know!' said aunty with mock irritation.

'Well, prove it then!' said dad laughing.

My aunty had already surprised me a lot in just one day. She now shocked
me, but in a nice way. She stood up and pulled down her panties and stepped
decorously out of them.  Apart from a lightning glimpse of my mums pussy
when I caught her just stepping out of bed I had never before seen a
woman's pussy, apart from online.

It was much hairier than I had imagined. Most of the interesting bits were
hidden by hair. She sat back in her sun lounger and said to dad, 'Happy
now?'

'I am.' he replied 'and so is my son! I don't remember you being quite so
hairy last time I saw it though.'

'Idiot. I was 12 then. I usually trim it but with all that has been going
on lately I haven't really thought much about it.'

'I've got a body trimmer!' said dad with a wicked grin.

'No! I'd be too embarrassed.'

Dad sensibly dropped it, knowing his sister was with us for a week.

We spent the morning out in the garden. Not sunbathing as such but
pottering around. Dad grows a lot of vegetables so there is always plenty
of watering, pruning, tying up and weeding to do. It was really horny being
naked in front of my aunty and seeing her nude body from all angles.

Dad made a ploughman's lunch and we washed it down with home brewed beer
(dad and me) and shop bought French wine (aunty). My mum only ever had one
or two glasses of wine before she went, as she put it, squiffy. My aunt
seemed to be made of sterner stuff. Well, she is married to a
Frenchman. She rapidly polished off the bottle and gave no sign that she
was squiffy. A bit mellow perhaps but that was all.

She offered to go indoors and help dad swill the plates and put them in the
dishwasher but dad told her he could manage and it would only take a few
minutes. When he had gone back indoors my aunty clearly wanted to say
something but seemed a bit reluctant to start. Eventually, and with a
slight blush she asked if I enjoyed seeing her naked. I can't imagine for a
second that she expected anything other than a vigorous nodding of the
head.

'Did you enjoy having a feel of my boobs this morning.'

Even if I had said nothing my willy would have given me away for it was in
extend and elevate mode.

'Do you want to feel them again?' she asked, her voice slightly more husky
than normal. I don't have much (or in fact any) experience with girls,
especially ones who are old enough to be my mum but it seems they
specialise in asking daft questions.

'Yes please.' I mumbled, somewhat shyly.

She stood up and moved to stand in front of me. I was a bit unsure of what
she expected but it was soon clear as she took my hands and placed one on
each breast. Her nipples had begun to morph from plateau to prominent
features when she asked me if I wanted to play with them. I took this as a
sign that she was feeling as horny about it as me.

Her tits felt lovely. Still firm with no sag whatsoever despite having
nursed a child. She seemed to especially like me rolling her nipples
between my thumb and forefinger. She made nice purring sounds and pulled my
head close to her chest. Did I dare? I knew I desperately wanted to. As I
was dithering my aunt took control and guided my mouth to her breast. Maybe
aunts can mind read?

To be honest I was already so turned on that I think I could have cum
without any external assistance. As I suckled her tiny erect nipple her
murmurs of pleasure increased. I felt her hand loosely touch my willy. I
guess she knew that if she took a firm hold it would be all over for at
least ten minutes. She just gently stroked my hardness with the back of her
hand. We stayed like that for at least another couple of minutes and it was
in that position that dad found us when he returned.

'That looks fun.' he said as he placed another bottle of wine and a small
cardboard box on the table. I had no idea what was in the box but at this
particular moment I didn't care. I half expected my aunt to drop me like a
hot potato when my dad returned but to my surprise and pleasure it seemed
to excite her even more. She continued to barely brush my willy as I
continued to suckle her pubescent-like mini mounds. I felt something wet
touch my leg. I managed a quick look down. It was a long silken thread of
precum. My aunt became aware of it at almost the same moment. She wiped the
end of my willy with a finger and then licked it! I know. It was the rudest
thing ever.

My dad was sitting in the sun lounger watching the action and it would
would be fair to say that his fiddling had morphed into slow masturbation.

'Remind you of anything?' said my aunty to dad.

'Yes! It reminds me of when I persuaded you to let my best friend see you
naked and you cuddled him. It is a very, very horny memory sis.'

'So I see!' she exclaimed as her eyes indicated his cock.

'You don't mind do you sis?' asked dad.

'I don't think I'm in a position to mind do you?'

'Has our open relationship and nudity shocked you?'

'Well, it was awkward at first but I soon got used to the nakedness
thing. Then it was a tad disconcerting when both of you seemed to be
constantly touching yourselves. Then, as I lay in bed last night I thought
that it was actually rather lovely about how free and open you both
are. Quite different to my hubby. I hardly ever get to see him naked. He
takes his pyjamas to the bathroom when he goes to clean his teeth at night
and then arrives for bed already in his jim-jams.'

'It's not my place to pry sis but what about when you have sex?'

'Well, he cuddles me through or under my nightie and I do the same to
him. Then he simply does it with his pyjamas still on.'

'Crikey!' exclaimed dad thoughtfully. 'So all of this is a bit of a shock
to you then.'

My aunt was clearly considering her words carefully before she spoke.

'I hope you won't mind me saying this in front of your son but I still look
back to all those naughty games we played as kids, both with each other and
the boy and girl next door. This is a bit embarrassing but I often think of
those times when hubby and I do it. It is the only way I get excited and I
do want to get excited to please him.'

As the conversation had turned to sex I had stopped suckling my aunties
nipple but I was still stroking her boob and she as still brushing her
fingers very lightly over my willy and balls.

'What's in that box?' asked my aunt.

'It's Justin.' replied dad enigmatically though with a big smile on his
face.

'Justin who?' she asked quizzically

Dad's grin grew wider.

'Justin Case.'

'Oh, you are still as annoying as ever. Justin Case what?'

'Justin Case you change your mind.' replied dad, still giving nothing away.

My aunt moved over to the table and opened the box to reveal... the body
trimmer!'

'Why are you so keen to see me without pubes?' she asked. A reasonable
question in my opinion.

'Well my lovely little sis. When we played as kids you had little or no
boobs and a lovely little hairless crack. I was just hoping to relive what
were for me some of the sexiest moments of my life.'

'Oh, that's so sweet. Was it really that lovely for you?'

'100% yes.'

'But we are all grown up now with kids of our own.' she said in that
annoyingly sensible way women have perfected over the centuries. Eg: 'You
need to go to bed now (ten minutes before the end of a movie) you have
school tomorrow.' Dad is not easily put off.

'I know sis but I was hoping my kid (indicating me) would get to see and
enjoy the same lovely, indeed loving things I have told him about. He
hasn't got a sister or indeed a mum now.'

There was a few seconds of silence before my aunt replied...

'Oh, go on then. Hubby isn't due home for at least a month and it will have
grown back by then.'

Dad let go of his stiffy for the first time in ten minutes, stood up and
hugged his sister tight to him.

'Why don't we let him do it?' dad said, pointing at me. He said he has
never seen a woman up close before and trimming your pubes would give him a
birds eye view.'

My aunt never ceases to surprise me. I assumed she would want to do it
herself and then show us but after considering dad's question, she
replied...

'Okay but only if I can trim his afterwards. I want to see him like I
remember you. Actually, looking at you, as you still are. Can I?' she
asked, looking directly at me.

'I'm just worried about the school changing rooms.' was my wimpish
answer. To be honest I wanted my aunt to be up close and personal but I
could hear the cries of "The first year kids shower is down the corridor."

'You have only just started the six weeks holiday. It will have grown back
by then.' said dad.

Because I was so horny, both at the thought of shaving my aunties cunt but
also by the thought of her doing intimate things around my most private
parts I agreed.

Aunty lay own the sun lounger, then let the back down so it was flat, like
a camp bed. Then she put one leg each side of the lounger so that her feet
were on the floor. This had the effect of giving me sight of her crack for
the first time. My willy was rock hard. Dad was watching and still slowly
wanking. I was a bit nervous at first but I soon got into the swing of it
and the hair started to fall away. In order to reach the bits at the side
of her crack I had to move her legs further apart. This of course provided
a great view, my first in fact, of a real female pussy. Needless to say I
was dribbling precum copiously a fact not unnoticed by my aunt. She would
periodically reach over, wipe the dribble onto her finger and then lick
it. This became the ultimate vicious circle. The more she did it, the more
precum was released. She knew the effect all this was having on me because
she kept her legs as wide apart as she could, even when I was clipping the
bit above her pussy.

When the clippers had done their job and I stepped back to view my work my
aunt ran her hand over the area only to proclaim... 'It's all stubbly and
prickly!'

Dad, smiled and said that she had only undergone phase one. He said he
would go indoors to fetch phase two. He stood up, his prick fully erect and
with the tip shiny with precum. Off he went down the garden path.

'Did you enjoy that?' asked my aunt who must surely be a front runner for
"Britain's Got Pointless Questions.' As she said it she ran her hand over
her whole pussy area and, using her first two fingers, held it open for me
to see. I have seen pussies on porn sites and so many have great big lips
on the surface. In fact, I once glimpsed mum's and hers looked like
that. My aunty didn't have big lips at all. In fact her pussy looked like a
little girls, a bit like her tits.

'She started to touch the top of her crack with her forefinger and began to
rub it up and down. This was a live porn show just for me. She kept looking
at me the whole time she was touching herself. With her other hand she
cupped my balls and rolled them about. I guess she knew I'd explode the
second she stroked my willy. It was the horniest thing ever.

She didn't stop when dad came back and to be honest he looked dead pleased.

He held a washing up bowl in both hands, clearly filled with
water. Dangling from his finger was a soap bag and a small hand towel. He
put the bowl of warm water down and opened the soap bag to reveal his
razor, a packet of new blades, shaving gel and a flannel. He told me to
change the blade in the razor and then to massage a small dollop of shave
gel over auntie's stubble. That was fine and sexy for both myself and for
my aunt (judging by how much she squirmed about when I applied the gel.)

I haven't started shaving yet so dad felt it unwise to let me loose on his
sisters most intimate place with a sharp razor. He decided to this part of
the job himself. When I was using the clippers I could see that dad was
wanking as he watched so I guessed it would be okay if I did too. It looked
so rude watching dad gently shaving her, especially down each side of her
pussy crack. When he was done he ran his hands all over the area to check
for remaining stubble. I don't know this for a fact but I think he slipped
a finger inside her at one point. The reason I think this is because my
aunt squirmed, grinned and said 'Cheeky!'

Dad then told me to wash all the gel off with the flannel. I didn't rush
the job obviously. Then I dried her with the towel. Then dad surprised us
both by producing a bottle of baby oil from the soap bag. He told me to
massage a little over the newly shaved area to make it soft. I started with
the mound shaped bit above the crack, then down the sides. Auntie's legs
fell wide apart when I did the sides and the temptation to feel inside
became too much. I slid my middle finger from the top of the crack and as
it slid onto the opening my aunt made an audible sigh of pleasure. I was
yet to be introduced to the clitoris and had no idea my finger had just
slid right over it. Just past that point I felt my finger slip inside. It
was warm and slippery in there and it felt so sexy. I think my aunt liked
it too judging by the purring noises coming from her. It was over far too
soon for me and, if I'm not mistaken, for my aunt too but she looked at me
and said...

'Now it's my turn!'

With that she stood up and invited me to lie down on the lounger.

Unlike a fully grown man I only have limited hair on my body. There is a
tuft of pubes above my prick but my balls aren't yet smothered in hair. My
legs do have a bit of hair but it is still blondish and near invisible. The
only other hair is a very thin line that rises from from pubes to my belly
button.

That was the first to come under the clippers. To do this my auntie had to
hold up my rock hard stiffy which, as I was lying down, covered this line
of hair. It felt so rude and naughty to have my willy in my aunties
hand. She also had to bend it back to get the clippers to my tuft of pubic
hair. I don't know for sure but I'd swear she was surreptitiously wanking
me as she trimmed away.

Obviously it didn't take long to trim my pubescent hair. Now it was time to
be shaved. My auntie was keen to do this herself. I could see dad watching
intently from his sun chair. He was fully erect and playing with
himself. It was the most blatant seal of approval I could have received. I
lay back as auntie squirted the gel onto her hands and approached my
groin. I expected her to foam up the bit above my prick but she applied the
gel to every naughty part of me. Despite them already being hairless she
foamed up my balls and my prick, even behind the foreskin. She was clearly
doing it to excite. Not just me either. I could sense she was getting
aroused stroking the gel onto my willy and I could see dad thoroughly
enjoying the sight.

Auntie gently shaved my mound, all the time moving my willy this way and
that, ostensibly to keep it out the way of the razor but it was obvious,
even to a novice like me, that she was aroused by what she was doing.

Soon I was as bald as a new born baby. Auntie spent ages with the flannel
getting all the foam off my balls and willy. Then she patted me dry with
the towel.

'You had better have some of this baby oil on too or you will get shaving
rash.'

She coated me liberally in the oil. A little where it might actually be
needed and a lot more where frankly its only benefit could be sexual. She
massaged it into my balls for a good two minutes then coated my shaft,
including behind the foreskin. She knew that she had to be careful here or
I would pump my spunk and she hadn't finished with me yet. She returned to
my balls for a second coat and as she was doing this she slid an oily
finger down to my bottom hole. Her finger merely rimmed the hole, it didn't
penetrate but it felt so, so horny.

'Why don't you do that thing you did to me on the bed that day?' said dad,
his voice husky with horniness.

'What thing?' asked auntie.

'You know. Where you knelt astride my chest and let me look at and feel
your girly pussy. You must remember? You got as excited as me.'

She admitted she did indeed remember but pointed out that if they tried
that on the sunbed it would end in disaster.  My ever resourceful dad
popped into his tool shed and emerged, grinning, with his DIY knee-pads.

'There you go sis. Your every comfort catered for!'

Auntie feigned reluctance for a few seconds but to be honest she wasn't
fooling anyone.

Dad, being as keen to enjoy this as me, took the long cushion off the sun
bed and lay it on the floor.

'There you are son. You lay on this.' I duly did. My auntie straddled my
chest so that her pussy was roughly in line with my nipples. In other
words, well within feeling and seeing distance. I was a bit slow on the
uptake, after all, this was my aunty, but she took my hand and guided it
toward her pussy. It was clear I was free to explore.

Before delving deeper I was keen to observe, to get to know the terrain as
it were. With both hands I eased her slit apart and took my first ever
close-up look at the inside of a cunt. Sorry to use the C word but at that
moment I was so horny, it was the only word that seemed appropriate.

I spotted a tiny white bud hiding in a fold of skin at the top of the
crack. I investigated this with my finger. A loud 'Oooh!' came from my
auntie. I could sense it was an expression of pleasure.

'You've found my clitoris then. It took your uncle years to discover that.'

As I gently stroked it I felt my auntie add a few drops of baby oil to the
focus of my attention.

I discovered that if I rubbed my forefinger over this little button it sent
my auntie into bouts of squirming around and heavy breathing intermingled
with verbal expressions of delight. Then it struck me that I must have been
given five fingers for a reason. I found that if I used my thumb to play
with this clitoris thingy I could use my middle finger to explore
inside. Auntie emitted a long low purr as my finger slid inside. It felt
tight yet quite flexible in there so I ventured a second finger.

'Ooooh! Who taught you that?' said my aunt.

'I've never done it before. Is it okay? Does it feel nice?'

I too seemed to have fallen victim to stating the bleedin' obvious.

Dad had by now stood up and moved to the side of my aunt so that he could
watch what I was doing and see my auntie's pussy at the same time. Out of
the corner of my eye I could see that as he stroked his willy several drops
of liquid dripped to the floor.

'Are you peeing yourself?!' said my auntie in surprise.

'I always do that when I'm really horny sis. You must remember.'

'Thinking about it, I do. You used to let your wee go in little spurts when
we played naked in the garden. I always thought it was really naughty.'

'Once I managed to persuade you to let a bit of wee go on me.' dad uttered
rather tenuously.

'Oh god yes. It was just a few drips but you went mad for it and wanted it
in your mouth, you dirty bugger.'

'Oh come on sis. You loved it too.' said dad, letting a slightly longer
dribble go.

'Only because it was so naughty.'

'Well' said dad 'what could be a better reason than that?'

It was just a second or two later when I felt a warm and wet sensation on
my still probing hand. It came from above the hole I was investigating but
below the clitoris thingy that I was still stroking with my thumb.

I quickly realised what it was, even if I wasn't quite sure where it had
come from. As a second tiny outpouring warmed my hand it was too much for
me. With no digital intervention from me my willy simply pumped hot jets of
spunk. It hit the bare skin of my aunt who didn't seem to mind at all.

'Oh, how lovely.' was all she said.

Auntie, realising that I was momentarily spent, climbed off me.

As she knelt on the floor beside the lounger cushion my dad stepped up
close to her. He was standing, she kneeling, so his willy was pretty close
to her head. Without a word of negotiation my aunt let him put his willy
right in her mouth. She sucked him for a few moments but then dad pulled
away. Lovely as it is sis, I want to stay horny and save it for later.

'Okay bro. Anyway, I need to go indoors for a wee now.'

'Will you do me a big favour sis? Will you do the one thing I always wanted
to see you do but never did?'

'What are you thinking of pervy bro?'

'I want to watch you pee outdoors, standing up. Like a boy.'

'Yesterday I was shocked by you taking your shorts off, now you want to
watch me pee!.'

'Please' said dad earnestly.

'What, right here, now?' she said.

'Pretty please.' replied dad stroking himself rapidly.

Then, without further word from either side, my auntie, my dad's sister no
less, stood up, widened her legs, pulled her pussy open and let go a straw
coloured jet of pee. As she started, dad opened his bladder too and aimed
his jet at her pussy.'

Although I had only just cum I was instantly horny again. It was the most
sexy thing I had ever seen in my 14 years. I had this passing thought that
I would love my aunt to piss on me.

No further sex happened outdoors that afternoon but we remained naked and
all of us seemed to enjoy the freedom to look at each others bodies.

Later that evening, after dinner had been cleared away we moved into the
sitting room. It is well known that men tend to sit with their legs open,
probably to let the balls fall freely, while women generally sit with their
knees together or the legs crossed. My aunty sat down and let her legs fall
apart the way men do. She was clearly wanting to show off her newly shaven
pussy.

Dad returned from the kitchen with some drinks settled down. His cock was
soft but not all shrivelled up. I like seeing it like that with his
foreskin covering the end. I have never told him that obviously. In fact up
until this week I have pretended to ignore his nudity even though it turned
me on in the same way as thinking about my mum did.

Aunty was clearly still feeling a bit naughty!

'It was very nice to have your willy in my mouth earlier bro, even if it
was only for a few seconds. I used to love watching you and the boy from
next door (she used his name) suck each other's willies while we girls
watched.'

I felt the blood heading south and a quick glance at dad revealed him
re-arranging his slightly chubbed up cock. Aunty had one forefinger
positioned at the top of her slit. I knew thinks were going better than dad
and I had hoped.

Aunty spoke again.

'I know it's naughty but have you two ever done anything like that?' she
said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she spoke.

I was tongue tied as I think dad was too but after a second or two of
reflection he spoke.

'We haven't' he said, then paused for a second before continuing 'but that
doesn't mean the thought hadn't occurred to me.'

My aunty looked across at me and merely raised her eyebrow in a way that
suggested it was a question.

I wasn't quite sure how to reply. After all, we were talking about my
dad. However, my willy doesn't take things like that into account. It now
pointed skyward and the knob bit had gone all shiny.

Aunty laughed. 'Who needs vocal chords anyway!' she exclaimed. 'I bet you'd
both love it.' she continued.

My dad never seems to get embarrassed or flustered but my aunty had managed
to achieve both emotions in him simultaneously.

Dad procrastinated for a further few seconds, his eyes darting between me
and his sister. His willy had continued to grow and was now just shy of
fully erect. This of course gave the lie to his prevarications.

'Oh go on, just for me,' said my aunty to dad.  Dad seemed frozen to his
chair. I decided I would have to take the initiative. I moved from my
chair, knelt on the floor between dad's legs and only then did it dawn on
me what I was about to do. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't resist. I
took his willy in my hand and slid my mouth over the tip. I remember doing
this with my brother but his little winkie was tiny at the time. Dad's cock
was much bigger. I was only sucking the knob bit at first and I could taste
little drops of precum when I probed his piss slit with my tongue. It felt
so good.

'Oi!' said aunty 'I can't see anything. Stand up and do it.'

Dad duly stood up while I remained kneeling. I resumed my cock sucking
duties but I now had better access and could take more of his length in my
mouth. It gave me such a sense of control as dad began to thrust gently
into my mouth. My aunty was clearly enjoying the sight as she was making
various moaning noises as I slid dad's cock in and out of my mouth. He too
began to emit pleasurable sounds. I was so pleased that I must have been
doing it right for both grown ups to obviously enjoy it so much.

'Woah!' said dad suddenly. 'Stop for a minute, let me recover a bit.'

'Change places.' said aunty blatantly massaging her clitoris.

Dad said he didn't want to kneel as his knees weren't as young as they
were, whatever that meant. He perched on the edge of the armchair and
pulled me toward him. He took my willy in his hand and at first just let
his tongue glide up and down my shaft and over my balls. My willy was so
hard it felt like it might burst. Because it was so hard my foreskin was
fully retracted and my helmet seemed extra purple and shiny as I looked
down. Dad flicked his tongue over the tip but I think he knew that being
such a new experience for me I was likely to erupt in seconds. It made me
very happy that he wanted it to last. Then he slid my whole length into his
mouth. My willy isn't big but I felt it touch the back of his mouth. I knew
I was about to lose all control. I yanked my cock free and as I did so my
spunk erupted in five or six vigorous jets. Most of it went over dad's face
and hair. I felt awful for doing that but dad was wanking furiously so
maybe he didn't mind.

'I want some.' said my aunt, who had clearly abandoned any mask of
respectability by now. She was wide legged and frigging herself quite
vigorously.

She took dad's hand and pulled him up from the armchair so that he was
standing in front of her. She guided his willy to her lips, which she had
just lubricated with her tongue. She took dad deep inside her mouth and he
quickly began to thrust to match her ministrations.

Even though I had just cum it was so rude seeing my dad being sucked by his
sister that I had already started to play with myself again. By the time I
could sense dad was close to cumming I was fully hard again.

Dad ejaculated from both ends at once. His jets of spunk ended up mainly on
auntie's face while simultaneously he gave a loud vocal ejaculation of
sheer relief and pleasure.

Tissues were fetched and the bulk of the spunk was cleaned up. My aunt was
clearly still very aroused though. She looked at her brother and then at
me. Seeing as I was obviously back in the game she urged me to get between
her legs and use my tongue to explore the places I had earlier discovered
with my fingers.

It was just as horny as sucking dad's cock. This was confusing to me. I
liked doing it with willies and pussies equally. I decided this was
actually a very good thing and focussed on the job. I was going to say 'in
hand' but 'on the tip of my tongue' is closer to the truth.

Aunty guided me a bit until I discovered exactly what pleased her the
most. Her verbal utterances became louder and more graphic. I had never,
ever heard her swear before but now a string of expletives sprung from her
lips. 'Oh fuck yes! Oh, don't stop, it's fucking lovely.' Well, you get the
picture.

I'm a teenager. I watch a lot of online porn. I have heard that sort of
moaning and groaning a lot but those experiences left me totally unprepared
for what began to happen now. Auntie's legs squeezed my head, almost
enveloping me in her thighs. She released me just long enough to snatch a
breath before returning to her snatch (sorry) to continue my duties.

I now know for sure that those porn orgasms are fake. I had just witnessed
the real thing in all its glory. To be honest, at its peak I was frightened
I might have broken my auntie somehow. It was awesome, and I use that word
as it was originally defined.

Eventually auntie came back to normality but she did look awfully content.

'I haven't had such good sex for years.' she stated quite unashamedly.

And, we still had her company for another five days!

I'm going to end this story here but you can be assured the rest of the
week was hugely enjoyable for all three of us.

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