0 comments/ 22831 views/ 0 favorites A Summer to Remember By: Hotty0919 This past summer was one that I would never forget. I just turned eighteen, I just graduated from high school less than a week ago, my parents had been separated over five years now, and I just lost my virginity to the girl of my dreams. Five years ago my parents split up. My mom moved out and I stayed with my dad. I made many friends, but Alexandria, my girlfriend was one friend I so close with, yet never knew I would ever wind up in bed with her. This is how it started. My father told me he was going to be going away to Ohio for a few days as of July 5th. Naturally I though to myself..." oh great here I will be all alone, no car, and have no way of having any fun except by having someone cart me to where I want to go." But something about this trip told me it would be for the best. My dad turned to me and said... "Matt, since I will be going to Ohio for a few days, I want to know if you can take me to the Airport, and pick me up in a few days? That way you have use of the car to go to work and all." After hearing that I agreed. Well July 5th came ever so slowly. I called Alex and told her the good news. She said that she would stop over later on that evening. So I took dad to the airport and came home. I called Alex and said I was home, and that she could come over whenever she wanted. Alex came over and we just hung out. Then she said..." Matt lets go to the beach!" After a few seconds I said ok. That’s when it all happened. She went home and got her bikini on and came back to my place. I quickly got out of my cloths and as I was putting on my shorts Alex walks in the room. Here I was an 18 year old, somewhat built, smooth chest, weighing 155 lbs., with a 7inch cut cock standing there with my shorts around my ankles. There I was standing there trying to pull my shorts up, as Alex just stared at me looking my up and down in disbelief. Then she commented... "Matt, I’ve never seen this part of you before." Before I could even say anything Alex took off her T-shirt and shorts. There she was standing there before my in a bikini. Man did she look good. I started to get turned on when she said, get dressed and lets go. I said I had to use the bathroom. I went into the bathroom, pulled my dick out and started to jerk off just thinking of Alex’s nude body against mine. Well the day went on and all I could think of was Alex naked. Finally it started to get dark and we went to my place. WE got back, and that’s where it became a hot and heavy night. Alex turned to me and said..." Matt, let’s go up and shower off." Not thinking, I said ok it’s up the stairs and to the left. All of the sudden she grabs my arm and pulls me up stairs. She shoved me against the wall and started to kiss me passionately. She then stopped and started to take off her bikini. I looked in amazement as she dropped the top of her simple little red bikini. She started to rub her C size breasts. Then she started to place her hands down around her pussy then fingering herself. Well I got so turned on that I began to adjust myself. Well Alex saw that and then pulled my shorts down. My dick was as hard as a rock. She began to kiss my cock, and then started to suck the tip and she began to take it in her mouth until she took all seven inches inside her mouth. Her nose was buried inside my pubic hair and there I was again, with my shorts around my ankles, but this time getting sucked off by my girlfriend. I placed my hands on her head and began to pull her head away and back forcing her to suck it. I made her pull it out, then she stood up and I picked her up and tossed her on my bed. Then I got on top of her and kissed her passionately. Then I slid my tongue down to her nipples and started to suck each on then began to play with them. Working my way down to her pussy. AS I started to run my tongue over her sweet pussy lips, she began to cry out..." Matthew, OH Matthew, lick me, suck me pussy, OH ya..." After about a few minutes she began to have an orgasm, I took as much of her sweet juices as I could. Then I went back up to her mouth and kissed her again this time letting her taste her own juices. Then she said she wanted to have me in her. So I got up and positioned myself at her pussy. Then I slowly began to place my cock up her pussy. As I started to insert my cock inside of her. I could tell I was the first anyway because she still had her "cherry" but I didn’t want her to think I knew. After a while I began to go in and out, and As I started to work up, I could tell she was enjoying every minute of sexual pleasure I had given her. She had about two orgasm’s when I began to feel my own approaching not too far. AS I was going to pull out she told me..." NO" in the loudest voice you’d ever heard. So I began to fuck her even harder now and let out a loud cry and with that I began to pump what seemed like a gallon of cum up her pussy. I couldn’t stop shooting up her pussy. It felt like heaven. After that I passed out on top of her, and we kissed passionately. Holding each other in our arms she told me that she was still a virgin, and that she had only sucked a man off once. It was her cousin, and they didn’t do much because there were people running around the house and only could suck him off. The next morning we woke up in each other’s arms, and realized that we had just spent the night together. He mother called up screaming in a panic, wondering where her daughter is, and all. I said to Alex’s mom to hold on. I told Alex her mom was on the phone, and that you should go to my dad’s room and call a friend to cover for you. She did just so, and I said to her mom she went to a friends house for the night. Her friend told her mom they’d be going away for a few days and that she was in the shower. She called her mom just minutes later and told her what was up and that she was going to Wildwood for a few days. Her mom bought it. That morning we showered and got ready for the day. We did things that normal teens would do until the evening came and we got back to my place. That night we were making out on the sofa when I got up ran to my dad’s room, got out the KY jelly, and said to Alex, lets do it. So we got undressed and she sucked me for a bit, and then I got to fuck her ass. We began to do it. I let her take her time and go slowly till she got used to it. Then I pushed her off of me and told her get down on all fours, we fucked doggie style for what was like an eternity, as I began to pick up the pace I could feel her asshole start to tighten. It seemed to tighten so hard because before I knew it I pumped her ass full of cum. Later on that night after we got cleaned up she game me a blowjob and we went to bed. The last night together we did everything all over again. Except, we didn’t go out. We spent the whole day fucking. And that began the best three days of my eighteen-year-old life. Well now I’m nineteen and my girlfriend and I have found places where we could fuck, but still stay in the car. Abandon factory parking lots, empty parking lots at night, even gone to a cheap motel. This July dad is going to be gone for a week in Chicago. Alex and I have plans on being together again, we also plan on asking one of my buddy’s to join us. Because two cocks are better then one. I’ll tell you that story after it happens! A Summer To Remember It was the fourth of July when it happened. It was a particularly hot summer in the panhandle of Oklahoma. We had some rain assuring the fire works display would go on as planed, however the air was heavy with moisture. I was eighteen years old, and had just graduated high school in May. My Aunt Sara had moved into an apartment just three blocks away in April. I had watched her for a couple years. She was about 5'6" with mousy brown hair, but it wasn't her hair I looked at, Sara had a nice firm ass, and a pair of pert c cup tits with nipples that poked through her t-shirts just begging to be sucked. She often came over evenings to talk with my mother. They were both divorced, and I guess they kept that their common ground. Other than that they were very different people. Any way, Sara normally wore shorts and t-shirts in the summer. For as long as I had been interested in sex I had been dreaming of seeing her tits, out in the open, I had no idea just how close I would end up to them. She came over about 10:00 AM that morning, we weren't doing anything that day and my mom was leaving for the night to see her boyfriend at five. They sat around watching the tube for a bit and Sara said that she would like to wash her car. Having a TV in my room I had been on my bed watching the "4th of July Extravaganza of movies" on one of the networks. When I heard her car pull up beside the house my interest was peaked. I leaned over to glance out my window and nearly fell into the floor. Sara was washing her car, but to keep cool in the summer heat she had turned the hose on herself. The printed white tee-shirt she was wearing now did nothing to obscure the fact that she was with out a bra. Staring at the wet transparent fabric plastered to my aunt's luscious breast, I suddenly felt as if a marble rod had been some how implanted wear my dick once was. I thought it was going to rip the seam of my shorts! Fortunately my door was shut, so I was able to grab the Vaseline next to my bed and start pumping my cock. I stroked myself slowly as I watched her wet body shimmering in the sun. I was almost to the point of cuming when she turned the hose on herself again. I shot my load uncontrollably, as she cupped one of those beautiful mounds, directing the water directly onto the nipple. I didn't wait to see if she did any more, Mom would be calling me for lunch any minute and I had one heck of a mess to clean up. I had decided after my view of the car wash that I should probably change from my running shorts into cutoffs. They don't hide a hard on, but they sure obscure it a lot better than loose cotton. I found out how wise this was as I went to the kitchen to grab a sandwich, Sara had changed out of her wet shirt into a halter top that made me almost as hard as before. It was during lunch that I started to suspect my little peep show had not been a coincidence. Sara waited till my mother went for a refill on her drink, then looked strait at me and w inked. "Jon would you be so kind as to help me wax my car this afternoon?" She asked it with out even a hint of the longing I had hoped to hear, but still I had to wonder. "Sure Aunt Sara, No problem, you want me to drag out the shop vac to do the inside to?" I was hoping to get a little more response from her and I did, though I missed it at the time, "no that's alright I think the back seat is plenty clean enough for all it gets used." After lunch Mom said something to the effect that she was headed down town to catch the sidewalk sales. She was hoping to find a new swimsuit to wear in her boyfriend's pool that night. Sara and I headed out to the garage to get wax and rags for the car. "My God it's hot out here, You won't mind if I shuck these shorts and run around in my bikini bottom would you Jon?" Trying not to show too much enthusiasm I answered, "Sure Aunt Sara, what ever you want." I may have been gathering supplies for the car with my hands but my eyes were glued to Sara's ass as she pushed her shorts down around her ankles and stepped out of them. As she rose she rubbed her hands up along her calves and thighs, ending up with her hands on her ass. Watching this I knocked everything off the shelf I was reaching for. As Sara turned and looked at me there was no hiding the flush across my face. "Dear me Jon, I think I will have to take that as a complement." I stared at her for a second, open-mouthed. As she took the can of wax out of my hand she smiled, "Lets hurry up and get the job done, I can think of much better ways to get sweaty." Through out the buffing of the car I kept looking at her ass and tits barley hidden by the bikini and halter-top. Grabbing a bottle of vinyl cleaner, she said, "Why don't I do the dash and steering wheel while you buff off the roof?" with out waiting for an answer, she opened the drivers door and sat down. It was only a matter of a few minutes before I stepped in front of the open door to finish buffing the roof. My arms were aching from the repetitive pressure and I was about to walk away when I felt her hands at my crotch. "Oh my, have I done this to you nephew? I suppose I have since there isn't any one else here." I groaned as she rubbed her hand up and down the front of my shorts. Suddenly I felt the zipper open. "Aren't you a hung! And no jockeys either." I was about to pull away when I felt my raging cock engulfed by her velvet mouth. "Sara, we shouldn't!" the only answer I received was her mouth driving even further down on my shaft. Her hands grasping my belt loops to prevent me from pulling away. In a few seconds I felt the pressure in my balls become critical. Evidently Sara could feel my dick pulsing in her mouth, because just then she drove her head forward forcing me even deeper into her mouth. I felt the head of my cock touch the back of her throat and keep going a bit. That was all that was needed. As I came I thrust my hips towards her grabbing the back of her head. I had never come so hard in my life! Pistoning in and out of Sara's throat I shot what seemed like gallons of my juices down her. When I finally released her head she smiled up at me from inside the car, "Now that is the way to work up a sweat!" Hearing the sound of an engine I quickly shoved myself back into my shorts and zipped them. As we went inside Sara told my mother who had just walked in the door, how great a job I had done helping her out. The afternoon passed quietly, I could here people setting off firecrackers, while I sat on the sofa watching TV. Mom was showered and heading out the door before I knew it. "Jon there are hamburger patties in the freezer, why don't you and Sara fire up the grill for supper?" I looked up and nodded, "I probably won't be home till Morning so mind your aunt, and don't get into trouble." I smiled and told her not to worry, I had stayed at home alone many times without incident. As we heard the car turn the corner at the end of the street, I looked over at Sara. "So Auntie what do you want me to do?" She smiled over her beer at me, "I think you should probably cook me dinner nephew. I am going to go take a shower. " Conceding to her wishes I went outside and started the charcoal. It took about a half-hour to get the burgers ready, when I went back into the living room I nearly dropped the two plates I was carrying. There was Sara lying buck-naked on the floor. "So are you going to feed me dinner or not?" The evening continued to progress this way, her naked, directing me to hand feed her "After all your mother did say to obey me." After dinner and a few beers, she turned to me, "so do you like watching your auntie's tits through the window, or is this much better?" As she spoke she cupped her tits and began rolling the nipples between her fingers. "I think you owe me a show. Why don't you strip off those shorts and jerk your dick for auntie?" With the way this day had gone, I was willing to do any thing for her. I just wanted some time soon to suck those beautiful nipples, and drive my dick as hard as I could into her snatch. As I pulled my clothes off she continued to massage her chest telling me how good it felt to suck on my dick earlier. Taking my cock in hand I began to pump it. I sat down on the edge of the recliner above her and continued to masturbate. When she reached under the footrest and retrieved a dildo I almost blew my load. "Careful now, you don't want to get off before the fun really begins. It was incredible, My Aunt Sara fucking her self right in front of me! "Come for me Jonny, Cum for Auntie Sara!" She was thrashing on the floor the big rubber dick pushing in and out of her wet snatch. She began to breathe faster and faster, I shot my load as I realized she was fucking herself to orgasm. Cream shot from my dick like a rocket, landing all across her face. We both stopped our breathing ragged. Sara spoke haltingly from the floor. "Are you ready to fuck your auntie now?" Even after a blow job and jerking myself off twice today, that invitation brought my dick back to full attention. I reached down between her legs and grasp the dildo still shoved halfway into her cunt and began stroking it in and out of her body. "Yes Auntie Sara I am ready to fuck you." With one hand I reached up and grasp one of those tits I had been dreaming of so long. Kneading it in my hand and pinching her nipple as I had seen her do, I soon had her writhing on the floor. As she started to get closer to cumming She wiped my cream off of her face with a towel in the floor. "Wait Jonny I want to watch you fuck me." She pushed my hand away from her cunt and removed the dildo, taking my hand she rose and led me into the bathroom. There she planted her hands on the counter and looked at me in the Mirror. "Well What are you waiting for, Are you going to fuck my greedy cunt or not?" I didn't need a second invitation, I stepped behind her, grabbing a breast in each hand I pushed my dick up into her crotch and rammed it into her cunt. She caught her breath and began shouting, "Oh God yes, fuck me Jonny! Fuck your auntie hard!" At first I tried to quiet her, but hen as her pussy started to respond more and more to my pounding, I just let her yell. She got louder and louder, "Oh God Jonny your cock feels so good inside me Fuck me Harder Jonny Fuck me harder!" Relinquishing my hold on her tits I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the counter. Using her shouders for leverage I Rammed My dick into her as hard as I could. I could feel her cunt contract around my shaft as she began to orgasm. A high-pitched wail came from her and she started shouting gibberish at the top of her lungs. I thought I would never stop coming inside her, as I pumped my boiling semen into her. Finally I stopped and stood there, she still was half lying on the counter, my dick still deep inside her. "You are definitely my favorite nephew Jon" She panted. Later that night we fucked again, we missed the fireworks show, but neither of us really cared. The next morning when my mother got home, Sara told her that she was going to be rearranging her apartment later that week and she might need to borrow me. It was truly a summer to remember. A Summer to Remember The rain fell down as soon as we went inside. There we were. The two of us, alone. The light was fading into evening and the temperature had dropped rapidly enough to make it uncomfortable. After our day in the blazing sun, it seemed strange, to now, be almost forcibly contained in the little beach shack that had been my home all through the summer. “Would you like me to light the fire?” I asked hesitantly, afraid to break the moment with speech. The days were hot, but at this time of year, the nights could be bitterly cold. “Yeah. I suppose you’d better. It’s getting cold and it doesn’t look like we’ll be going anywhere else in a hurry! Would you like me to get something to eat, while you do that?” she said, moving toward the tiny area of “the hut” that served as a kitchen. “There’s not much there I’m afraid. Writers living by themselves don’t tend to keep a lot of food in the larder. We either don’t eat or tend to spend a lot of time eating snack and takeaways whenever we are in town.” Not strictly true. I did spend a lot of time fishing and foraging for seafood, at my slice of Paradise She opened the pantry door. Glancing briefly at the selection of packaged and tinned “dinner for one’s”, she smiled and laughed “ You’re right, there isn’t a lot here, but I bet I can cook a gourmet meal fit for a king, with what is here. God knows, you look like you could use one!” And then she winked. The moment was gone, for now at least. What did she mean, “God knows, I could use one”? Did I look that skinny & undernourished after my “self exiled” summer? I had had no reason to keep up appearances out here. I had come seeking solitude. I had deliberately sought the most inaccessible property in the Moray Cove area. 120 kilometres from the nearest town, down unnamed tracks through the lush tropical jungle typical of this part of northern Queensland. You had to try hard to get here, and that was what I had wanted. I didn’t want people “just dropping by”. After the pain of my divorce, and Jenny getting custody of Alison and David, all I had wanted to do, was immerse myself wholly and solely in my writing. No interruptions. No friends. No contact with anyone unless I chose to. I wasn’t the only “hermit” living in this area though! The crusty old estate agent had said, “there we’re heaps of people living like me”. He didn’t care what they did, as long as they paid the rent, didn’t start fires and kept the place tidy. Since I had paid the rent 6 months in advance, I hadn’t seen him since that day. Old goat! About once a fortnight, I made the trek into Salisbury to re-supply. This was the only contact I had with the outside world. The petrol station, the supermarket and the Post office to pay some bills, collect my mail and phone the kids. That was it. I came and I went. I chose my contacts. That was until today. Where had this woman really come from? Why was she here? Where was she going to? I grabbed the basket for the firewood. “Thanks. I won’t be long,” I said. “No problem. I’ll be here,” she said, smiling. She was still staring at me as I headed for the door. What was it, with this woman? She was always goddamn smiling and laughing. Beautiful as she was, she was getting to me. She’d appeared this morning. I was walking down to the beach for a swim, when I saw her. She was coming out of the water, after a swim. She was nude! And she was the most gorgeous woman I had seen, ever! Let alone, on a beach in the middle of nowhere. Tall, long blonde flowing hair, perfect breasts perfect legs and thighs, in fact, perfect everything. How did she get here? I had seen no vehicle! The single lane track to my shack was hard going and definitely four wheel drive only, forged through the thick jungle, by the single blade of a dozer many years ago. There was no vehicle access along the beach. My nearest neighbours (whom I hadn’t met), were some 50 kilometres up and down the beach respectively. The problem with that, was that thick mangrove swamps and crocodiles put paid to any possible contact from either direction. Which left …. the ocean. I quickly scoured the beach, and saw no sign of any boat, except mine. Seeing me, she picked up her towel and dried herself as she walked toward me. She said, “ Hi, I’m Karen! I hope you don’t mind if I swim on your beach?” and smiled. Just smiled, the first of many that day. “No, of course not.” I stammered, in shocked surprise “It’s a free country and no one owns the beaches. But, how the hell did you get here? It’s a long way to come for a swim and it’s definitely not like you took a wrong turn on the way to Bondi!” I was carrying my gear for the day. My beach chair, umbrella, towel and laptop computer. She gestured to the ocean and replied, “My fiancee, well, now ex fiancee, dropped me off this here, early this morning and told me to find my own way back to civilisation.” I noticed the slight lilt of an accent when she spoke, but I couldn’t place where from. It sounded, well, it sounded perfect. Crisp, clear, concise. Not Australian nor pommy, not American or Canadian. Strange! “We’d been having an argument all night, I told him I had had enough, and I wanted to go home. The fucking bastard said he wouldn’t take me back, but he would drop me off on shore! I told the prick I wouldn’t spend another minute with him. So, at first light, we lowered the rubber ducky and weaved our way through the reef, until we saw the roof of your hut and this beach ”. She seemed close to tears, but was determined not to break down. It sounded believable. “He didn’t even stay long enough to find out if there was anyone here, the bastard.” Putting my gear down on the sand, I noted, ” Well, he couldn’t have found a more remote spot for you to start back to civilisation from. We are at least 50 kilometres from anything or anyone, except me, so I have to agree with you, he is a fucking bastard.” I was annoyed at the situation between Karen and her boyfriend. But I was more annoyed at the fact that I, was now expected to act the white Knight and rescue this damsel in distress from peril. Why me? “I suppose I’ll have to take you back to Salisbury, so you can “get back to civilisation”, won’t I!” I said, with a touch of resigned sarcasm. I started to pick up my gear. “C’mon let’s go. I don’t suppose your boyfriend thought to contact anyone to let them know you we’re coming ashore, did he?” Surprisingly, she laughed. What was so funny? This was a serious situation. Here she was a young girl, stranded, by herself, in the wilds of far north Queensland. If I hadn’t have been here, this girl could die. She looked too much of a city girl to survive on her own, much less trek to civilisation. Nothing was funny! “ No. He didn’t contact anyone, but I’m a big girl and I can look after myself thank you very much”, her eyes flared as she spoke with conviction. The accent, if that’s what it was, was definitely more pronounced after this outburst, but where was it from? “I could stay here, cook and clean for you and if and when you decide to go into this Salisbury, I’d go with you then,” her tone changed abruptly, seductively, “unless of course, you would like me to stay and keep you company”. “You don’t know anything about me. I could be a serial rapist or murderer hiding out from the cops. Christ, you don’t even know my name yet. How could you be so stupid?" I was getting angry. She glared at me, defiantly. “True. I don’t know your name, because you haven’t told me, yet.” Well that much was true. “ And two other things, firstly, I am more than capable of handling myself against anyone or thing. Don’t ask how or why, just believe me” about that, she sounded quite certain. “Secondly, I do know, that you’re decent enough to offer to drive me into town, probably to the police station and you did care that someone should know that I have come ashore, even if that bastard of a fiancee of mine didn’t. A serial rapist or murderer on the run from the cops wouldn’t give a toss about those things, and he most certainly would not be discussing it on the beach, while we are both nude, Mr. “ she paused, smiled and laughed “what is your name?” Despite the speed with which she spoke, she was calm throughout. Now it was my turn to smile, it wasn’t from embarrassment. I simply hadn’t even considered the fact that I was nude as well. Being out here, I never gave a thought to putting clothes on, except when the sandflies were biting. Clothes were superfluous on my beach. “Sure enough you’re right. Let’s start again, properly this time. My name is Brian Manning, and if you want to stay you are most welcome, for as long as you like.” I gestured toward “the hut” in welcome “Mi casa su casa!” “Thank you.” Again, that smile. ”My name is Karen McCaullay from Collaroy, Sydney, although more recently off the cruising yacht ‘L’il Sister’. My fiancee and I we’re on the first leg of our trip to America. Huh.” She laughed. “We didn’t make it very far eh. Not even to the northern tip of the Great Barrier” “Well, Karen McCaullay, late of the cruising yacht ‘L’il Sister’ are you hungry? Would you like some breakfast?” I didn’t know what we’d have, but I had to make the offer. This girl with the strange accent and very little, if any attire was a mystery, and I was now determined to solve it, even if it took a long time. Maybe I could have some fun in the process. A gorgeous young girl being around couldn’t be all that bad after all. She turned back toward the shoreline and carefully started to lay her towel flat on the sand, “No thanks. I’m not hungry. It’s such a beautiful day, I’m happy just to lay here and soak up some rays and swim when the mood takes me,” she started to lay down on the towel, “if it’s no bother to you that is?” She lay on her back, hiding nothing. In this position I could clearly see her blonde tuft of neatly trimmed pubic hair. It did little to hide her perfectly shaped labia or the tiny bud of her clitoris hiding within. Her breasts and blonde hair were glistening in the sunlight with droplets of water from her recent swim. She had lain in this position deliberately, perhaps to allow me to observe her more carefully. She knew I was watching her, evaluating her. Her body was perfectly formed and well maintained. Maybe too perfect, just like the rest of her. Coming out of my reverie, I looked down the beach at her small suitcase. I realised she was either travelling to America very light, or had had little time to pack her gear before she left her boyfriends’ yacht. “ No bother at all, do what you like. I won’t stop you.” Gesturing toward the case I said, “What about your gear? Wouldn’t you like to take your gear up to the hut before you settle down?” “No. There’s no rush. I’ll wait till you go up.” She twisted around, pointed toward my laptop saying, “You came down here to do something, so don’t let me stop you. I certainly don’t want to be a burden on my first day” I didn’t think I’d get much writing done, with a beautiful naked woman swimming and lying on the sand in front of me. “No burden, no problem,” I started to put up my umbrella and beach chair. “Well. I’ll go for a swim, and get these muscles moving. See you when I get back.” I grabbed my mask and flippers and headed toward the crystal clear water that made up my beach. This is paradise. Swimming usually isn’t a problem here. Except for a few small reef sharks that slip through, the Great Barrier Reef generally protects the coastline from the predators. Of course, there was always the threat of the saltwater crocs. Even though I hadn’t seen any, they could, if they wanted, come here. Strictly speaking, this was their area, but they’re very territorial and prefer to stay in the murky waters of mangroves and rivermouths. There is always the risk of stepping on a stonefish or a stingray or something like that. If you’re going to enjoy paradise, you can’t worry all the time. The biggest problem is the bloody sandflies, especially at sunset. The estate agent had warned me, right from the outset, that people had disappeared, without a trace. Generally, they were people like me, who were alone for long periods of time. However, if I were to hazard a guess about what happened to them, I wouldn’t blame crocodiles, sharks or any form of misadventure, I’d say they simply got fed up with the sandfly bites and headed back to civilisation, never to be seen here again. If that were true, however I’d have to say it was a damn shame. This place could rope you in, till you became part of it. You loved it. Unless you had a valid reason, you couldn’t leave. It’s easy to see why people come up here and go troppo. The weather is always ‘beautiful one day, perfect the next’. There is the occasional evening thunderstorm, these come up in no time, blow for a couple of hours and then disappear, as quick as they come. Now that the “summer” is ending, the nights are becoming colder, but from sunrise to sunset the days are “glorious”, with temperatures in the mid to high 30’s. There are coconut trees, plantains and mangoes growing around “the hut”. The sea harbours a huge array of edible seafood, within easy reach of shore, and if I want something bigger, I have my boat to take me further out. I had been swimming for about 20 minutes, poking around a reef, that generally had some good sized crays lurking under an overhanging shelf, when I sensed her presence nearby. I turned slowly and there she was. In the clear vision offered by my dive mask, I could see her naked body swimming toward me. At the last minute, she dove underwater, between my legs. The back of her heel touched my cock, as she descended and turned to make another pass. I instantly became erect. You couldn’t blame me I suppose. After all, I hadn’t made love with a woman since before Jenny and I had separated 2 years ago. Our relationship had soured long before then and sex wasn’t a regular occurrence at that stage. So, it had been quite a while since I had been this close to a woman. Now that she had my attention, she frolicked up to me and said “Hi. Having fun?” with that she reached down, grasped my erection with one hand and squeezed gently. The surprise of this initial assault, had me at a brief loss for words. I tried to keep a calm tone to my voice “Yes thanks. You’d better know what you are doing?” How can you possibly keep calm at a time like this? She laughed, almost fiendishly and replied “Oh, I know what I’m doing alright! Sex is what I like doing best!” She bobbed down beneath the water again and proceeded to take my cock between her gorgeous lips. I jerked in response. She started to suck. She took my whole cock in her mouth. She started to move up and down the length. Sucking, rubbing her teeth against the sensitive skin, caressing. It was absolutely fantastic. Even though I never wanted her to stop, she couldn’t do this for much longer. She released the suction on my cock and came to the surface again, for air. Smiling. I had to try and get control of this situation. “I think, if we are going to do this, we had better do it somewhere where we both won’t drown! Don’t you?” She nodded her head in agreement and said, ”Let’s go back to the beach then. I’m sure we’ll be a lot more comfortable there!!” Before I had a chance to reply, she gently reached down and grasped my cock, then she proceeded to sidestroke, with me in tow, toward the beach. There seemed to be no hurry, yet at the same time, there was an urgency. There was now a passion that could not, would not, be slaked, until we were both satisfied. We both knew what we wanted, needed, and we needed it now. As we neared the waters edge, she released my cock. She moved quickly up the beach, toward the towels and lay down on her back, arms by her side and with her legs spread wide, knees bent, feet digging into the warm sand. “Now it’s your turn.” was all she said. Her beautiful vagina was completely exposed. I looked at her face. I knew what she wanted. The look she was giving me, was one that simply said ‘please lick my cunt ‘. I didn’t need a written invitation. I knelt in the sand in front of her and lowered my head toward the centre of her womanhood. I immediately zeroed in on her clitoris. It had looked so perfect when I had taken furtive glances while she was sunbaking earlier, before I went for my swim. Up close, it was like a perfect pink pearl, embedded in a fresh oyster. Waiting to be picked. The tip of my tongue gently caressed her clitoris. She gave a little start, then wiggled her hips toward my tongue. Trying to tell me I was in the right place. I dug deeper with my tongue, and found the base of her bud. Engulfing the entire clitoris between my lips, I sucked on it, just as she had done when she sucked my cock. I moved my lips up and down the length of this miniature penis. I probed it with my tongue, teased it, flicked it, caressed it, loved it. My tongue delved deeper, down to her entrance. I scooped up some of the juices that had already started to flow. It tasted like honey, O, so sweet. I stroked my tongue from the entrance of her vagina to the tip of her clitoris. Scooping all the nectar I could. I traced my tongue over the sensitive outer lips. The soft skin at the edge of her vulva. She moaned with delight “ O yessss. Don’t stop. It feels sooo gooood.” She emphasised each word as it slowly escaped her lips. I kept going, teasing her. She was wet, flowing. I scooped up some more nectar and used it to lubricate her vagina, as I gently inserted one finger. She pushed toward me, wanting more. I inserted another, then another, then bunching my hand I inserted yet another and started to slowly move my hand in and out. My thumb continued to tease her swollen bud. Tossing her head from side to side, she started to moan, to rock, to heave, to buck. I knew her climax was approaching. I withdrew my hand and once again, my tongue paid attention to her burning sex. I pressed harder, teasing her clit with my tongue. She moaned long and soulfully “I’m coming! I’m coming!” She started to shudder. Probing harder, deeper, I didn’t relent. She started shaking violently, I took the index finger of my right hand, held it to the sopping, dark freckle of her backside and pushed, easily gaining entrance to the tight hole. Her hips left the ground, she started to scream “ Oooooh yessss! yessss! yessss!” I twisted my index finger again. She bucked and heaved some more. She was shuddering so violently. It was like trying to tame a wild horse. Then suddenly she stopped. I knew she was finished. She could take no more. I withdrew my finger, and climbed on top of her to kiss her lips. She was smiling as I drew up to her face. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight. “That was absolutely incredible” she beamed. She kissed me. The juices from her pussy were still on my lips, in my mouth, on my face. This didn’t bother her. Her mouth tasted wonderful. She welcomed my tongue. Duelling with each other's tongues, we stayed in this position for ages. Kissing and caressing. Finally, she broke away looked me directly in the eye, smiled and said, “Thank you, but now it’s your turn!” She twisted around onto her knees, facing my feet, then bobbed down and gently grasped my hard cock in her hand. Moving closer with her mouth she slowly licked the entire length, as if she had an icy pole. Abruptly she screwed up her face and said “Salty, but we’ll fix that.” She took the domed head lightly between her teeth, and proceeded to corkscrew down the length of the shaft until she had consumed the entire organ. Gently she applied just the right amount of suction, and started back up the length. This was incredible. With her pussy just inches from my face, I could smell the heady aroma of a woman on heat. I tapped lightly on her left knee, to indicate that she should straddle my face while she sucked my organ. She was still very responsive from our session a few minutes ago. The instant my tongue touched her clit, she moaned and ground down onto my tongue. Harder, more insistent, demanding. A Summer to Remember Quite a few years ago I was working during the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college. It was a particularly hot July day and all I could think of was getting a cold beer and jumping in our pool. So when I arrived home I ran upstairs and quickly changed into my bathing suit and then went right out to the pool grabbing a beer from the refrigerator as I passed it by. I had expected and hoped to have the pool all to myself when I got out there but what I found was my sister and her friend Anne sunning themselves by the pool. I really liked Anne a lot. She was every guy's idea of the perfect woman, blond busty and beautiful. She wasn't stuck on herself either. Although head cheerleaders usually got pinned as being mindless Anne was in fact a member of the honor society and had gotten early admission to Stanford. I can remember wondering what she was doing hanging around my sister who I considered to be as dumb as a rock. They seemed to both be sleeping so I ran to the far end of the pool and jumped in just to get cooled off quickly. I'd decided that since they were out there I'd just go back in and catch up on some reading I needed to do for the fall semester. As soon as I surfaced in the pool I heard my sister complain, "Oh shit it's you! What are you doing here?" "I live here remember?" "Don't remind me." Sibling rivalry was alive and well between us. "I love you too Laura." "Hi Peter, how're you doing?" Anne asked in her usual bubbly way. Anne was the type of girl who could turn around an otherwise crummy day. "Great! How've you been." "I'm going inside," my sister announced. "You coming Anne?" Now Anne was seldom at a loss for words but she seemed a bit perplexed and didn't answer right away. "I'll be inside anyway." With Laura stormed off. "What's with her?" I asked. "Her boyfriend dumped her." "Good. He's a lazy jerk anyway." "Yeah, that's what I told her but you know Laurie, stubborn." "Yeah." "Peter, would you rub a little aloe on my back. I peel really easily if I don't take care of my skin." I couldn't believe my good luck in her asking me to do this. Anne had long been a 10 in my book and I'd always wanted to get my hands on her but never had. Even though this wasn't exactly the way I had imagined I'd take it. Anne held up a tube of aloe for me and got on her stomach on a towel next to the chair she'd been sitting in. "Do the back of my legs too if you don't mind." Mind? I sarcastically thought to myself that that wasn't about to happen. I knelt down beside her and started applying to lotion to her back. I had no sooner applied a little to her should when she yelped, "Ouch!" "I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't think I rubbed that hard." "You didn't," she said, "Laurie and I went riding this morning and the horse threw me so I'm really sore there." "Huh," I said, "There's no bruise." "Listen, would you mind massaging my should a little bit first. I think it's just a muscle spasm and if you could just work it out I'd be forever grateful." I repositioned myself between her legs so I could massage her shoulders properly. The first few times I rubbed her should she yelped but told me to continue. I could feel the tension in her and then felt it melting away as I massaged her. As she became more relaxed I went to massage the rest of her back but my fingers caught in her bikini strap. Without saying a thing Anne reached behind herself and unsnapped the top. "You're hands feel great. Please don't stop." She pleaded. I hadn't planned on stopping but her reassurance of what I was doing was nice too. I noticed that as I rubbed her back the tips of my fingers seemed to tingle and the feeling traveled up my arms and down my body to my groin. In no time at all I was hard. I was getting braver and as my hand massaged her side I could feel a bit of her breast. I was ready for her to stop me or otherwise indicate that the attention was unwanted but it didn't come. Still, she hadn't done anything to encourage my advances either so I decided to try something. I put both my hands on the sides of her neck and rubbed the back of her neck with my thumbs. Doing such required that I lean forward somewhat and as I did my cock would necessarily bump into her ass. Still, she didn't say anything nor did she encourage my advances. I concentrated on her neck as long as I dared and not seem too obvious. I then shifted my attention to her lower back. Anne did encourage me to the extent that she'd say "mmmmm" or "that feels good" but nothing more. To do her lower back I moved to her side so that I was now facing her ass. I rubbed her lower back and let my hands slip slightly under her bikini bottom. I was hoping she'd encourage me to go further but she didn't. I then put one of my hands on each of her legs and started long sweeping massage moves on each leg. I decided it was now or never so as I pulled my hands up toward me I lets the move up over her ass and massage there. I expected her to slap them away but when she didn't I decided she actually wanted me to do something. I had just pushed my hands totally underneath her bikini bottom when I heard, "Shit! What are you two doing?" It was Laurie and she was using her best threatening voice. We were both started but Anne recovered quickly and said, "Listen, I need to get home anyway. I'll see you tomorrow Laurie." I realized that Anne had smartly not answered Laura's pointed question and had just quickly removed herself from the situation, something I could do. "See ya," was all Laura said to Anne as she quickly departed our back yard. I, on the other hand, felt horribly guilty and thought I had to answer her charge. "I was just giving Anne a massage. She said the horse threw her today." I said very defensively. "Yeah right," Laura said sarcastically, "but she told her she hurt her shoulder, not her ass." I wanted to respond but couldn't think of a thing. "So listen, if you don't want me to tell mom you'll do what I want." "What do you want?" "I want you to give me a massage but just my back, you keep your stupid hands off my ass." I very meekly agreed and Laura got down on the towel Anne had occupied only minutes before. "You'll need to undo your top or I can't do it right." I said this sharply hoping that such a demand would get her to change her mind. It didn't. She just undid the top. "Remember, no funny stuff or I'll tell mom." I grumbled something but did as she said. My mother was the family disciplinarian and none of us ever liked her wrath. I started rubbing some baby oil into her back. I hoped she would want me to do it very long. Now my sister was just that, my sister. I didn't see her as pretty or even as a young woman for that matter because she was my sister. We had had such an adversarial relationship through the years that I'd tried not to look at her any more than I had to. But now I was forced to and for the first time I noticed that she had a fairly nice body. Laura didn't let me stop after a few minutes but I actually didn't mind too much. To my surprise I was having some of the same tingling sensations I'd had with Anne and incredibly had gotten hard. "Do my neck!" Laura suddenly demanded and I was jerked out of the stupor I'd been in. "Okay okay." I said trying to act very annoyed but being anything but. As I massaged her neck Anne said the last thing I ever expected to hear from her, "Shit Peter, you're good! That feels great!" I couldn't believe she had said that but quickly became suspicious. I wondered what she was up to. At the same time I forgot myself and when my cock pushed her firmly in the ass she bellowed, "Hey, watch it with that thing!" All I could say was, "Huh?" and then realizing what she was talking about, "Oh, sorry. You still want me to do your neck?" "Of course," she said, the edge had disappeared from her voice. So I started massaging her again and again my cock poked her ass though not nearly as firmly as before, "Hey! I told you not to do that!" "I can't help it," I complained to her, "I can't reach your neck and stop that from happening." "All right," she said, "just don't get any idea." "Okay okay!" I said quite annoyed. My problem was that I was just feigning being annoyed. I was very surprising aroused and liking it all. So I continued rubbing her neck and my cock continued to touch her ass. I don't know if she didn't notice or didn't care but my cock started rubbing her ass a little more firmly each time I push up on her neck. Finally she said, "All right, that's enough." I thought it was over and felt thankful. In my head I was already up in my bedroom masturbating myself. As soon as I got out from between her legs Laura rolled over but made no attempt to hold her bikini top to her chest. She had herself propped up by her elbows, her breasts in full view to me. By looking at her I'd guessed she was a full C cup. "That's quite a hardon you've got there." "Yeah," I said weakly. Then she surprised me by saying, "Let me see it." I didn't budge. I was still afraid this was some sort of a trick she was playing on me. Finally I said, "Yeah, I show you my dick and tonight you'll tell mom I was doing stuff." "No I won't, promise." She said somewhat convincingly as she fixed her gaze on my midsection. When we were young we had done the usual sibling you show me yours and I'll show you mine stuff but that was all that had ever happened. So I figured what the hell and pushed by bathing suit off. As if mesmerized Laura reached up to my cock and ran her hand up and down it one time. "So let me see yours," I said thinking back to those days when we were younger. Laura quickly pushed he bikini bottom off. Now we were in no danger of being discovered by our parents because my father was off on a business trip and my mother was a nurse who worked the evening shift. "Can I touch your tits?" I was pretty inexperienced back then and I had only had sex with one girlfriend to that point and that had only happened a few times the summer before. Laura didn't say no so I took that as approval. I knelt down beside her and clutched her breast and then tweaked her nipple. Laura moaned slightly and closed her eyes. I continued to play with her tits finally using both my hands. As I did so Laura reach over and started stroking my cock. I took that as a signal to touch her where ever I wanted so I slipped one hand between her legs and pressed a finger into her pussy. Laura had had her legs together but when my hand went between them she spread them to give me better access. Laura's clit was very hard beneath my touch and each time I ran my finger over it she shuddered. Finally I slipped a finger inside her. My mind was racing and I was unsure of what to do next. I figured I'd finger her to orgasm and that'd I'd come pretty soon myself. As we continued Laura's breathing deepened and quickened. "Put it in me." I heard her say suddenly. "What?" I asked in disbelief. "I want you in me." "We can't. It's wrong." "And what we've been doing is okay?" I realized she was right. I got between her legs and looked down at my cock as it settled between her legs and up against her pussy. I couldn't believe I was about to fuck my sister but here we were and there seemed no stopping us now. I was nervous as hell but horny as hell too so I eased my cock slowing into her waiting pussy. I couldn't believe the sensation of her pussy surround my cock and the thought running through my head that this was my sister's pussy I was putting my cock into. As we started to fuck I knew I could hold off coming for about a minute and that was about all. Laura was equally aroused though and as I fucked her I could see she was starting to come. That was all I needed and I could feel my cock explode in her pussy. We were both yelping "Oh yeah" and saying how great it felt. "Hey Laura, I left my purse here." I whipped my head around just in time to see Anne coming through the fence that surrounded the pool. I tried to get off Laura but before I could I heard, "Holy shit!" --to be continued-- A Summer To Remember When I was 35 my husband disappeared suddenly and left me with a lot of bills and some debt. I was forced to sell the house. Fortunately, my good friend Gwen had an extra room and was willing to let me stay there for a couple months while I got together enough money to cover a deposit on a new apartment. Gwen was divorced and lived mostly alone, but this summer her son Adam was back from college. Gwen's house was a little out of town and she had no neighbors within 5 or 600 yards. She had a lovely property that was bordered in the back by a medium sized lake. Adam was 20 and a swimmer. He kept his streamlined well muscled body shaven for the team. Every morning he woke up at 6:30 for a swim in the lake behind the house. I was a bookkeeper at a local community college, it was good work but the hours were strange so mostly I worked from 9 pm until 5am, which meant that every morning I would usually arrive at the house just in time to watch Adam head down to the lake in his Speedo. That Speedo left nothing to the imagination and I could tell that Adam had as my coworkers put it "something going on". At first I was embarrassed at my feelings at the sight of his young body and thick cock, but as the summer progressed I found myself fantasizing about him. I woke up sweaty and aroused from dreams where Adam would ravage me dripping with lake water. I found myself taking longer and longer to make it to bed in the mornings so I could catch a glimpse of him as he came back through the house to shower. I would wait in the kitchen until he returned from his swim and walked back through toweling off, so I could gaze at his muscles and that beautiful member. After he was in the shower I would usually retire to my room and act out my fantasies in my bed. I kept my trusty vibrator in the drawer next to my bed and would regularly act out many of my dreams just before dozing off. One morning I was drinking some wine (when your day ends at 5 am, wine is a completely normal thing for the morning) out on the porch when Adam came back from his swim. He stopped to chat for a moment. I was feeling a little giddy and so I talked too much. "Good morning, Ms Defretas." he said "Good morning, Adam, care for some wine? It's a lovely chenen blanc." "No Thanks Ms. Defretas, I just got finished working out. I don't think I'm ready for wine just yet." "I'm sorry. Have a seat. Talk to an old lady before you start your day." Adam sat in the chair across from mine, not covering himself up. He actually let his legs spread slightly and that bulge was stretched tight against the fabric of his suit. He must have felt me staring because suddenly he blushed. "Ms Defretas, I...he stammered..." "I'm sorry Adam; the wine must have gone to my head. I don't want to be improper; it's just that it's been a long time for me." Adam's bulge seemed to pulse suddenly. My friend Gwen had left early around 7 this morning to get to a few things she needed at the office, which left Adam and I alone in the house. As Adam started to say something, I reached across and drew the back of my hand slowly up the length of his hardening cock. He let out a muffled gasp. I know I'm 15 years older than Adam, but I'm also vain enough that I keep myself in good shape. I'm 5'8" and have a good body. I keep myself in shape by running or walking each day before I go to work. I'm no college swimmer but I do okay by myself. One thing my ex-husband loved was my 36 inch chest. It a feature that lots of men have admired over the years. I could see Adam's eyes looking at my breasts now. "Adam you should know that I come down here every morning just so I can watch you come up out of the lake, with your tight Speedo and that thick cock of yours. I've had more than a few fantasies about it." As I said this I was slowly rubbing my hand gently over his growing bulge. "I kind of knew that Ms Defretas." "Please call me Jenny" "Jenny" "How did you know that Adam?" His dick was straining against the fabric of the Speedo. I could feel the heat coming from through the nylon. "Well one time after I got out of the shower I heard a buzzing coming from your room. So I started to open the door to see what it was, when I realized it was a vibrator. I think you were too involved in what you were doing to notice the door cracked. Mom was gone and I just got so turned on watching you I ended up getting off in the hallway. I finished way before you did and so I pulled your door shut and snuck back to my room." "Was that the only time?" I asked keeping my hand moving on his package. I could see he was getting more and more turned on and it was hard for him to speak. "No, after the first time I would listen for the vibrator. Now even the sound of an electric razor can get me turned on. I masturbate in the hallway watching you almost every morning." "Adam, you should have known it was you I was thinking of, I would have welcomed the company" "Well, you can't be sure and you *are* my mom's friend. I wasn't sure if it was okay to be thinking those thoughts about you." "But you know that now, right?" I pulled the spandex of his Speedo away and withdrew his cock. It was red and purple and throbbing. "(gulp) yes". I had his Speedo off in seconds. I wanted to feel that cock pulsing in my mouth. I knelt down in front of him and started slowly licking and sucking on his hard penis. I could taste the sweet/ salty flavor of his precum which had soaked through his swim suit. I wrapped my hand around the base and started to slowly bob up and down on that shaft. I could hear him moaning softly and I knew that this young man wasn't going to be able to contain himself much longer and with a gasp his starting shooting his hot cum into my mouth. I pulled him out of my mouth and stroked him until he stopped cumming. It seemed like a very long time until he stopped shooting load after load into my hair, onto his washboard stomach and all over my shirt. I hadn't even taken off an item of clothing and he had already cum so hard he was panting. "Jenny...I, uh" "Don't worry Adam, you're 20. There more where that came from" and I led him by his cock up to my bedroom. He was hard again before we reached the top of the stairs. I could feel my panties; they were so wet I was starting to feel a slight chill under my skirt. We got to the bedroom and I pulled off my shirt, before I could get my skirt off he was rubbing my breasts. Lightly at first but with more vigor as I removed my skirt and my dripping wet panties. "I can help you like you did." he said and then as I sat down on the bed he buried his face in my snatch. He was young and a little inexpert, but what he lacked in skill he made up for in resolve. It helped him that I was so turned on from having sucked the cum out of him that it didn't take me long before I had wrapped my legs around his head and was moaning, maybe louder than he had. I pulled him up from down on the floor. I had to feel that long thick cock inside me. I was so wet from his saliva and my own juices that he slipped right in with no help from me. Then he began stroking into me, harder and harder. It took me no time before the realization of my fantasy had me cumming. I clawed at his back and rode his hard cock. I could feel how close he was so I pulled him up so he was sitting on my chest, grinding his rock hard ass into my stomach. I grabbed his cock and squeezed every last drop of his cum out onto my tits. Once again he came and came; I was surprised at how much semen his young balls had in store for me. Afterwards we showered together and made love a second time. Needless to say, it's a summer that I won't soon forget, nor will my poor vibrator who gets abused every time I think of him. A Summer To Remember All of us have crossroads in our lives, when you either make a choice or a choice is made for you, and the resultant chain of events drags you into either Heaven or Hell, or maybe some wasteland halfway between. For me, it was the summer of 1999, the year I finished college and my parents announced they were going their separate ways: so much for the myth of happy marriage they'd rammed down my throat since early childhood. My mother planned to at last explore her enthusiasm for abstract painting, whilst my father had accepted a highly lucrative three-month contract ensuring the French division of a major high street bank would be immune from the so-called 'millennium bug' -- leaving yours truly out in the proverbial wilderness, emotionally numb and effectively homeless till I left for Birmingham University in the autumn. However, I'd figured without my parents' exemplary forward planning: soon as they put our home in Oxford on the market, I was to stay with my aunt and uncle in South Warwickshire. Joining me in this domestic bliss-krieg would be their daughter Maria, my cousin and the girl who'd really make this a summer to remember. * * * * * My uncle Derek possessed by far the fattest wallet in my immediate family. Back in the early 1970s, he'd inherited a country cottage from his maternal grandmother, cashed it in and made a series of extremely astute investments on the London Stock Market. By the time he met my mother's elder sister, Derek's bank account was already closing on seven figures, and he'd effectively retired by his mid-forties. Not that he ever threw his wealth in people's faces. He was -- and still is -- an extremely nice guy, but it was quite a culture shock to move from my rather poky bedroom in Oxford into one half again as large as the lounge back home. As for their back garden, it put me in mind of the park near my old primary school, except the council neglected to install a swimming pool and a hot tub. Pissed off as I was about my parents' break-up, I certainly couldn't deny that yours truly had personally fallen on his feet. The first few days were a little awkward, of course. Aunt Teresa and Uncle Derek bent over backwards to make me welcome, but there's no argument I arrived encased in a cloud of gloom, better left confined to my new quarters. Maria spent most of the first two weeks hanging out with her girlfriends, our occasional encounters at mealtimes leaving me in no doubt that whilst she might be sympathetic to my situation, she really didn't like anyone else being the centre of attention. Sorry, that makes Maria sound selfish, which is unfair. At nineteen, she was less than a year older than me and we'd always been really friendly as kids, but I can understand how my sudden arrival now could throw a monkey wrench into her carefully-constructed social machinery. After all, she could hardly drag me along with her when the girls got together, though at least she occasionally offered to drop me off at the local pub when she headed out to one of the town centre nightclubs. * * * * * So let's fast-forward to the end of my first month in the wilds of Warwickshire. My aunt and uncle were spending a long weekend at a country hotel about fifty miles to the north, though I couldn't for the life of me believe it'd be any more luxurious than the surroundings they were accustomed to at home. Maria had gone to a birthday party on the Friday evening and, despite promising her parents to be home no later than midnight, had yet to reappear when I finally hit the sack around two in the morning. I guess I could have phoned the hotel and ratted her out, but she'd been pretty decent to me during my stay and I was actually more worried than irritated. Truth told, I cared for Maria, and not always in the way cousins should. Although I'd had a couple of girlfriends by that point, the furthest I'd ever got sexually was a furtive exploration of the second girl's bra and a slap on the back of the wrist when I tried to get my hand inside her jeans. Small wonder, then, that having an extremely attractive nineteen year-old blonde wandering around the house tended to distract me more than a little. To worsen matters, we shared a bathroom, and every so often I would find a pair of knickers poking out of the laundry basket; I'd be a liar if I claimed I'd never thought of taking them back to my room for a crafty wank, but fear of getting caught always led me to chicken out. Anyway, around half-three, I heard this almighty clatter from the kitchen, which was right beneath my room. I've always been a fairly light sleeper, but this cacophony could have awakened the dead, so I jumped out of bed and was down the stairs in less than thirty seconds. Needless to say, it wasn't Britain's most inept burglar, but Maria, who was sprawled across the tiled floor, surrounded by the saucepans she'd knocked off their rack as she'd blundered through the back door. Her expression was priceless: shock, embarrassment and the first hints of a laugh at the corner of her mouth, no doubt mixed with a significant quantity of alcohol. For once, I felt like the adult in charge. "I.. erm.. Matthew, I'm so sorry," she whispered, as though she thought her parents might still hear from fifty miles away. And as Maria looked up, I knew there was no way I could be angry with her, even if I'd wanted to. "Don't worry, nothing's harmed," I said as I helped my cousin to her feet. "You didn't drive back from the party, did you?" I had visions of her father's Lexus IS200 parked halfway up a tree. "No, I got a lift home from Aimee and Gwen. I'm really, really sorry, honestly." I put on what I hoped was a reassuring grin and threw a supportive arm around her, then we began the slow stagger up the stairs to her room. Because I'm still extremely fond of Maria, I won't soil this story with an account of the fifteen minutes we spent in the bathroom, me holding her hair whilst she communed with the toilet bowl. Afterwards, I made sure she got safely into bed, but thought better of suggesting I help remove her outer clothing: the situation was uncomfortable enough as it was, without me coming across as some kind of pervert. Which, having developed a hard-on whilst pressed up against her in the bathroom, I certainly felt like. * * * * * The window next to my bed faced north-east, so it was less than three hours later that sunlight began to pierce the curtains. I tried pulling the duvet over my eyes, but eventually gave up and headed off for a shower before wandering downstairs to clear up the mess from the night before. I was watching breakfast tv and toasting a couple of bagels when I heard Maria's soft footfall on the kitchen tiles. As I turned, she flashed me an apologetic smile, not to mention a fair amount of cleavage from the gap in her dressing gown. She's your cousin, you idiot, I thought and quickly retargeted my eyeline at the toaster. Four steps later, Maria was at my side, her head resting against my right shoulder and her left arm snaked around my waist. "Matthew, thanks for being so kind to me last night. It's not the way I normally behave, I promise you, but I drank a bit more than I should have and... Well, you know the rest." I turned my head, gazed down into those soft brown eyes and then did something which, even now, all these years later, I cannot for the life of me explain. Brushing the blonde hair back from her face, I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead. I'd no sooner done it than I realized I'd crossed some unspoken line, but rather than recoil in horror, Maria stared back at me with a look which was one part surprise, two parts confusion and one which I couldn't quite read. Pleasure, perhaps? "I'm going for a swim to get rid of the cobwebs," she said, her voice perhaps a little more breathy than usual. And then she was gone. As I sat in the kitchen, spreading creamcheese on my bagels, I listened to the occasional splash from the pool and mulled over what had just happened. Although my cousin hadn't actually slapped my face, she had retreated moments later, and whilst her own face had looked slightly flushed, that could as easily have been anger as excitement. And anyway, what the hell was I expecting to happen? That we'd suddenly rip our clothes off and fuck each other senseless right in front of the crockery cabinet? For all I knew, Maria had probably had lots of boyfriends, real boyfriends, the kind she'd let stray south of the belt buckle, so she'd hardly be interested in an eighteen year-old virgin prone to less than honourable fantasies regarding a member of his own family. There was only one sensible course of action open to me. I'd go to my room, nail the door shut, stay there until my aunt and uncle returned on Tuesday and pray Maria contracted short-term amnesia. That way, she needn't feel guilty about coming home drunk from her friend's party and I could go back to secretly using her for an added spark when playing with myself in the privacy of my own bed. Just keep my head down for three days and everything would return to... "I've fired up the hot tub. You want to join me?" Maria was standing on the patio, silhouetted by the sunshine and framed in the rear doorway. Her hair cascaded across her shoulders, and the occasional waterdrop fell from her powder blue swimsuit, momentarily catching the flare behind. The image was a cross between a Madonna video and a cheap porn flick, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. They say the road to damnation is paved with good intentions, but it works just as well with bad ones. I paused for an instant, swallowed the piece of bagel I'd been distractedly chewing for several minutes, then replied, "Sure, why not? I'll need to go change first, though." "No need. Those'll do okay." She gestured vaguely in the direction of the shorts I was wearing, which I'd wisely chosen because they didn't have an aperture at the front. "I'll see you outside." * * * * * By the time I'd cleared the dishes away, gathered my thoughts and walked across the garden to the canopy under which the hot tub was sited, my cousin was stretched out beneath the frothing water, her arms spread so that her hands rested upon the concrete surround. She looked a million miles away, though her eyes flickered open as she heard me approach. "You were ages. I began to think you'd changed your mind." "I didn't want to leave the kitchen in a mess." I'd no sooner let the words slip out that I regretted them: Maria broke eye contact and muttered, "I'm so sorry about last night". As I slipped into the tub opposite her, she pulled her feet back. "I've told you already," I said, "there's nothing to apologise for. You'd have done the same for me." She cheered up at this, arched her back slightly and relaxed against the fibreglass wall whilst I tried to get used to my uncle's latest toy. I've always preferred showers to baths, and it felt even weirder to be sharing one with a cute blonde in a bikini. "Do you remember the last time we did this?" I looked up, completely bewildered. "What?" "When you and I were about two or three, our moms used to stick us in the bath together." "Ah..." Yeah, like that was going to relieve the tension. I threw my head back and extended my legs across the floor of the hot tub. Since it was barely more than seven feet across, this meant placing them either side of Maria's own, which both remained bent at the knee. Taking care to appear casual, I allowed my gaze to sweep from shoulder to shoulder, noting with no small exhilaration the way she filled out her bikini top these days. Fortunately, my cousin seemed to have drifted off again, her eyes remaining shut as she exhaled deeply and straightened out her legs under the water. At first, I thought I was myself dreaming, but a split-second later I realised that Maria's right foot was now resting against the front of my shorts, pressing ever so gently upon my groin. It was as though someone had just poured a glass of ice-cold water down my spine, but I just as surely knew that over-reacting would only embarrass her. Soon as she sat back up, the weirdness would pass, probably without Maria even being aware of the situation we'd found ourselves in. Only, she didn't sit up. If anything, my fellow hot tubber stretched her leg another half-inch forward, with the foot angled so that the toes lay level with the tip of my cock. My mouth felt dry and a rivulet of sweat ran down the right side of my face, and I knew neither had anything to do with the temperature of the water. Maria's eyes were still firmly closed and I would have sworn she was asleep had I not felt her toes begin to gradually slide to and fro across my shorts. It was as though my genitals had just been hooked up to the National Grid: I went rigid and time slowed to a crawl as the soft friction rapidly got me hard as an iron bar. Surely she couldn't be unaware of the effect this was having? Part of me wanted to get out of that tub before this really got out of hand, but another part -- and I bet you can guess which one -- was screaming at me not to blow this and just hang on in there for the ride. And all the time, Maria's foot was continuing to rub right along the length of my cock through the slick cotton, cranking up the pressure building in my balls. And then my cousin did something which convinced me she had to be fully conscious. Using only her big toe, Maria began to massage just above the ridge of my cock with a gentle circular motion and it was as though she'd flicked every switch in my teenage libido. I could no more have stopped the impending explosion than hold back a shattered dam or an active volcano: her toe maintained its near-painful pleasuring, took me over the edge and I felt boiling cum jet up through my cock and spray the inside of my shorts. As the last spasm subsided and I took in a breath for the first time in what seemed like hours, Maria gave a near-inaudible sigh, opened her eyes and resumed her earlier position. "Wow, I forgot how relaxing this can be. Have I been asleep long?" I might have been in shock, but I knew she was testing me, checking that I was prepared to go along with her cover story. "Only a couple of minutes. Guess I wasn't very entertaining company." "Nonsense." She stood upright and I noticed my cousin's nipples were quite prominent through the fabric of her bikini. At the time, I was inexperienced enough to be puzzled by this, since I'd always heard it was the cold which affected girls that way, not a steaming hot tub. So young, so naïve. She was a couple of steps down the garden path when I heard her ask, "Are you coming in?" and swivelled in the water to answer. "Just give me a couple of minutes, okay?" "No worries." And as Maria turned to walk back towards the house, I swear I saw the faintest indication of a smirk, as though she knew there was no way I could get out of the water till I'd slipped my shorts down and given their contents a thorough sluice. * * * * * By the time I stepped back into the kitchen, Maria was nowhere to be seen, though I noticed her bedroom door was firmly closed as I returned to my own. As I stretched out on the bed, the crisp sheets cool against my back, I replayed the events of the previous hour. Just how insane was this? She might have pretended she was dozing, but we both knew that was a lie, and in any case I'd been fully awake and a willing beneficiary. It was going to be a long three days.