3 comments/ 49167 views/ 42 favorites Hot Aunt and the Greek God Twins By: Kethandra (All characters involved in any sexual activity are over 18 and fictional creations of the author) * NIKKI "You know they call you Hot Aunt." Nikki turned in the hot tub to look at her sister Julie. "You said something about that. Well, it's not like they have a lot of aunts." "It's not just Josh and Kalen. All their friends. The Greek Gods started it." The Greek Gods. Nicole had forgotten about them. Twins that had lived next door to her Julie and her two sons, Josh and Kalen. Her nephews' father was long-gone. And good riddance. He'd been a looker, but definitely not a thinker or a provider. Technically, it should be one Greek God and one Goddess, Gabriel and Gabriella, but they both looked like a classical sculptors dream, their last name was Olympianos, and everyone knew them as the the Greek Gods. Statuesque in the most pulchritudinous way. Both tall, relatively broad of shoulder and narrow of hip, toned like polished marble, golden olive in hue, locks of natural highlights, thickness, softness, waves and curls. Dark deep wide eyes over features that might be misconstrued as too much if they weren't balanced by two pairs, his and hers, of ripe, full lips that only occasionally fully covered large white teeth. Eyes and lips that smiled disarmingly, laughed freely, but rarely seemed to relax. On both Gods, their limbs flowed into shoulder and hip, neck and hand and foot, in the most pleasing way. One curve somehow perfectly matching the next. Both had stomachs that were not quite six packs, his a bit more ripped than hers. What would normally be called flat. But neither had a flat spot to be found; just those perfect subtle curves, guiding the eye to the next one, or disappearing tantalizingly under a low slung waist band. Nicole hadn't been to the Gulf Coast to visit her sister's family in years. The Twins had lived next door then, one year ahead of Kalen in school, and newly graduated. Though the three were all eighteen then, the Twins had seemed so much more mature. Her nephews had been more like kids, still playing keep away and Marco Polo. The Twins were more often content to lounge by the pool, work on their bronzing, and occasionally comment dryly. Nicole remembered having to tear her eyes away from Gabe's body and its perfect glisten of sweat in the Summer swelter. Then tear them away from perfect Gabby next to him. Then catch both her nephews staring at the gorgeous girl apparently oblivious to how she attracted eyes in her clinging bikini, her lips parted enough to show only her two upper middle teeth, the 'buck' teeth pressing lightly into her full lower lip, her eyes hidden by mirrored shades. She could have been asleep, deep in thought, or about to orgasm (Nicole! Such thoughts), her face would not reveal. But if she was asleep, it was like Sleeping Beauty, where you wanted to put her in a glass box, pull up a chair, and watch her dream. But not a sealed glass box, because of her aroma. Their aroma. She didn't know if it was a shared conditioner or a shared gene, but when they got close enough, the twins both had the same intoxicating scent. Musky, spicy, exotic, captivating. During a brief hugged greeting, or better yet, when they did participate in the pool play, if her nose found itself amongst either of the twins curly ringlets or near either's neck and throat, it was all she could do to keep herself from burying her face against them and breathing it in as deeply and long as possible. Did they smell exactly the same? Probably not, but very close. She would have to do a scent comparison test. Side by side, neck and hair. Just to be sure. "Ah, yes. The Twins. Whatever happened to them?" Maybe it was her second margarita she was finishing, but just the memory of those two beauties was turning Nicole on. The memory of that scent. Because of her small size, she almost always limited herself to one drink. Around family though, old habits returned and she sometimes let loose. "Kale works for them now, didn't you hear us talking about it last night? They own the gym. With a little family help." "I knew he had the new job, just not that the God Twins were the owners." Feeling buzzed and horny, and a little self-satisfied that she was the Hot Aunt, Nikki allowed herself to ogle a young stud pulling himself out of the big resort pool below them. From their private cul de sac of their three rented suites and the tub, all surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges, they could see bits of the main pool area of the resort without being easily seen themselves. She had to hand it to her sister: even though it was only a few miles from townhouse Julie shared with her boys, it seemed a world apart. He was not tall but built, a definite six pack, water streaming down his well muscled, hairless arms and chest. His wet surfer shorts clung to his bulge, holding her eyes. Eyes. Her nephew Josh had turned eighteen yesterday, on the same day his brother Kalen turned 21. And Josh had the most amazing eyes. In a family where everyone had pretty, light blue eyes, his stood out. Hazel? Big. Green and dark brown with glints of gold and framed by long lashes. They were so striking it was easy to miss his lips at first. Full and soft Cupid's bows. This afternoon he had offered her a hit of pot when she had happened to walk in on him flicking his bic. Nikki had brought some good Cali green for him for his birthday, with his mom's permission. She didn't smoke very often, both because she was an athlete and it left her too drained. Julie knew he liked to burn, but didn't make a big deal out of it since he'd always been so responsible and gotten excellent grades. Once in awhile, Nikki liked the relaxed but intensifying feeling. And this was a chance to bond with her newly adult nephew. Rarely did anyone else in the family partake of the herb themselves. She wouldn't be leaving the little resort enclave they had rented for the week, so why not? Exhaling her second lung-full, Nikki had been struck by how pretty Josh was. "You're a ladykiller, aren't you, Joshie? You've always had those remarkable eyes..." "She self-confirmingly remarked." Josh quipped. "...but I don't remember those succulent, full lips." "Uhh. Some girls seem to like me, I guess." He seemed embarrassed by her attention. Then he stuck his lips out at her like a fish. It distorted his voice. "Day are pwetty suggulent dough, awen't day?" They both broke out in giggles, breaking the tension. It was fine to get a little hot thinking about the Twins, but she shouldn't be thinking about her ladykiller teenage nephew and what she might have done if she was his age. And not his aunt. Did he think she was the Hot Aunt? Nicole! Down girl. She decided to just keep her thoughts on the eye candy by the pool. The eye candy with the all day sucker. It had to be the pot. Sometimes it got her really horny. And a little wild. And she was definitely horny now. Already very aroused and with no likely suitors around for the next couple days, she allowed herself to revel in her visual lust for the young man. He was busy toweling his hair, so she knew he couldn't catch her stare. His face, once he finished with his hair and when her eyes finally got to it, was strong but almost feminine. Almost familiar. Oh damn, it was her older nephew, Kalen. And Nicole was slobbering over him. Slobbering hard. Like she ought to wipe her chin to make sure she hadn't drooled. Embarrassed, she slipped down further into the spa, her groin tingling more as she realized her lust was forbidden.This sexy young man was her sister's son. She watched Kalen follow the pathway up and through the gate that led to their little retreat and then on to the first floor suite room that she was sleeping in. She felt an extra thrill as the scantily clad hunk slipped in her door even as she knew the family was using its kitchen as their private bar. Soon she heard the margarita blender stir to life. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Aunt Nikki." The voice brought her back from her dangerously wandering thoughts. It was Josh, the new high school graduate. Her recent revelations led her to reevaluate him as well, as he stepped down into the tub. He gave her an extra look with a knowing twinkle to the eye. While he probably was giving her a "you feeling the buzz too?" look, she found a flirty edge to it, as though eyeing a hotty in the hot tub. He had been a freshman in high school when she'd visited last, and worried about being called chubby. Even at that age, with some baby fat, he had been a cute little lady killer if the number of girls calling him was any indicator. Mainly because of his amazing eyes. His sensitive, rounded features had leaned out as he shot up over the last year. He was now the tallest family member at just over six foot, and the extra height and active lifestyle diving and wake boarding had certainly taken care of any baby fat. Josh was always the sensitive, quiet one, prone to tear up if teased too much by his older brother and friends. Now that delicate nature came across as sensual, between those mesmerizing eyes and lips fuller and more pouty than the rest of the family. At least Nicole still thought of Josh more as the boy she had known rather than as a man, in the way she had been checking out Kalen leaving the pool. Even if it was obvious that the eighteen year old body squeezing in between the two women was anything but a boy's. Her sister's kids were both grown up, the closest thing she had to children. It made her a little sad. When they were little, she'd lived only blocks away. Josh was so proud the first time he walked to her place with just big brother Kalen. Then by himself a couple years later. Little Joshie managed to find more reasons to go to Aunt Nikki's. And she enjoyed their time together. He was such a bright sensitive boy. "I love you, Mom. " He leaned over and kissed Julie's cheek. Still the sensitive boy. "Hey, what about me?" Nicole was buzzed enough to speak up, and always close with both the boys when they saw each other, not often enough after she moved across the country. He leaned to her side, kissed her cheek with those soft lips. "I love you too, Aunty Nikki. And we don't get to see nearly enough of you." Nicole tilted her head against his shoulder, her hand caught his bigger hand resting on his thigh under the water. She squeezed his hand briefly. "Josh, you're so sweet. And I can't believe how much you've grown." Her buzzed thoughts made a pun around his comment about not seeing enough of her. There wasn't that much more to see than was already revealed by the thin sliding triangle bikini she wore. Her nipples hardened easily and were almost always on display, and the boy short bottoms emphasized her trim athletic figure and her favorite feature, her round, smooth bubble butt. It definitely would not be appropriate for Josh to see any more of her. "Both my boys have grown so much," Julie sounded melancholy, "my handsome young men." Kalen, plastic drink glass in each hand, chose that moment to exit the suite and head toward the tub. "True dat." Nicole agreed, she hoped without too much emphasis. Fearing she might be a little too relaxed, she tried to lever herself up to a more seated, less slouching position, putting her hand back on Josh's leg to help herself up. Julie stood up at that moment or she would have heard Nicole's gasp as her hand found not Josh's hand where it had been on his thigh, but his very hard cock through his shorts. It twitched and swelled. She froze. She had forgotten how fast teenagers got hard. He hadn't been that way coming down the tub steps. But now he was, moments after sitting next to his Hot Aunt. "I'm exhausted and becoming a prune. Not used to drinking like this two days in a row." The mother looked at her older son just starting down the stairs into the hot water and her younger one beside her. "Take good care of your aunt, boys. I'm going to bed." "But I was just bringing you two ladies a refill," Kalen said. "Well, give Nikki hers, and you drink the other one. Goodnight." She wobbled a bit as she stepped out of the spa. "Lightweight." Nicole couldn't help teasing her, knowing Julie could always drink her under the table. She also couldn't help noticing how sexy Julie still looked. Curvy, like the girls in high school she had been so jealous of. Even after two kids, her older sister had that eye-catching something, even on the way to becoming an prune. "You'll miss the sunset." The tiny resort was right on the beach on the Gulf Coast, and the way they were sitting in the tub offered a perfect view of the sun approaching the water. "You three enjoy it for me." Julie called over her shoulder. Nicole sat back against the spa wall, her chin barely above the bubbly water. Her hand had not moved on or from her nephew's cock, as though moving or pulling it away would be recognition that she was touching him in the first place. Kalen settled in on her other side to enjoy the view, offering one of the margaritas to her. She leaned forward to take the straw between her lips, sucking deeply as she met his eyes, bright blue like hers. "Oh god," she shuddered, pressing her face into Kalen's shoulder as he settled in beside her. "Brain freeze." Without thinking, her hand, hidden by the bubbles, tightened and pulled on her younger nephew's hard on, causing his hips to thrust into her grip. Not knowing what was happening on her other side, Kalen set the drinks down before he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and cradled her head against him. He lightly grazed her forehead with a series of comforting 'this'll make it better' kisses. She groaned. "Shhh. You'll be OK, little girl." She giggled at that, as the pain eased. She tilted her face up toward her comforter, "Thank you, big strong man." His last two kisses landed differently as she tilted her head up. One on the tip of her nose, which made her feel even more like a little girl, and the last, just as soft as the others, on her lips. That surprised both of them. But before the surprise, her instincts, the relaxation of the hot tub, and the margaritas took over. Without thought, as her older nephew's lips met hers, her lips parted just enough for it to seem natural to let the tip of her tongue to ever so slightly flick out. That is what led to most their surprise. "Oh, sorry about that." She sputtered. "'Bout what?" Josh couldn't see what had transpired. Her hand hidden below the water tugged at him, the first conscious movement it had made since finding his cock. "Never mind. You just relax young man." He leaned his head back on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. His movement pushed him up into her grip. "I'm relaxing. I'm relaxing." Her hand began to trace slowly up and down his shaft. She looked back at Kalen, his eyes locked on hers. "Sorry," she mouthed silently to him. In answer he placed one finger to her lips, silencing her apology. It felt intimate. She was very buzzed, very turned on now, and enjoying the very forbidden contact with one nephew while flirting with the other. Only for an instant, her lips sucked the finger tip into her mouth and her tongue flicked over it. Then she stopped. She loved sucking fingers, but this was not right. She felt Kalen's hand gently cup her small, firm breast under the water. Shocked, she pushed herself away from him with her free hand, or tried. The way she was situated, her free arm was lodged between them. She meant to push off his thigh, but he had turned to face her and her hand landed full on his erection, thicker than his younger brother's but just as hard. Apparently taking this as encouragement, he flicked his thumb over her hard sensitive nipple, causing her hands to tense on both their cocks. Never married at 34, Nikki had mixed extended periods of near celibacy with months and even years of rather an adventurous sex life. In her thirties, thanks to two helpful partners, she had learned how much she got off submitting. Both to touch and demands, and the situations she found herself in. Much of her favorite role playing involved her relinquishing control in situations where she normally would not. They had played around with bondage, toys, and pain, but come to the conclusion that it was simple submission, giving in to another person or outside forces, that got her off. Sexually. In both business and her personal relationships, she was confident and secure in being decisive and self-reliant, but in sex it was a different story. One lover had suggested she enjoyed giving up control as a break from her 'real' life. Normally, she would not sit drunk in a hot tub and jack off her nephews. No way. But combining the alcohol and pot, a stud she had been admiring from afar now intimately beside her and bold enough to tease his own aunt's nipple, the forbidden situation and earlier naughty thoughts of the Greek God twins, she leaned back like Josh, half closed her eyes, and relinquished control. Kalen took his other hand, the one not still teasing her, and placed it on hers, stopping its motion. He pushed his trunks down and replaced her hand on his now naked cock. It's thickness felt good in her hand. Having given up control, she jacked him properly now. Or as properly as one can underwater with no lubrication. Without thinking it out, she slipped her other hand under Josh's waistband to better grip his more slender but perhaps longer hard-on. She pumped both young cocks, reveling in a fantasy she had long held but never had the occasion to act on, though she had never considered doing it with two relatives. Relations with relations. She giggled. ----- KALEN "What's so funny?" His voice came out as a relaxed murmer. Kalen had abandoned Hot Aunt's firm breast when what her hand on him was doing became too distracting to focus on anything else. He now leaned back like his brother and aunt, eyes closed, face barely above the water. Kalen had no idea that his younger brother was getting the same treatment. From Hot Aunt! He couldn't believe it. Aunt Nikki. One of the twins, he couldn't remember which one, had first clarified which aunt Kalen was talking about as "the hot aunt?" Eventually it became her nickname as "Hot Aunt", said as a single word with the emphasis on the first syllable: Hot-ant. Even his mother had started calling her that, except to her face. She called her Nikki, as her family had since she was a child. He knew Aunt Nikki used Nicole now, but Kalen's family all called her Hot Aunt. She was an athlete and looked even more like one: bordering on hardbody, chiseled cheek bones, intense bright blue eyes. Growing up he had hated it when people said he looked like her. Like a girl! He had grown to appreciate the compliment. No one ever said he had her ass though. Almost no one had an ass like that, except on Brazilian postcards. She had slim little hips on her maybe 5'6" frame, but her ass cheeks popped out toward the rear like perfect twin hemispheres, only enhanced by her prominent swayback. Last night he had gotten drunk with his mom, and Aunt Nikki, for the first time. His birthday. He was a full-on adult. Josh's birthday, too, but he still couldn't drink. His mom was in party-mode with her sister in town so she had offered him the "worlds best hang over cure" Bloody Mary sometime in late morning. Even after a long siesta, a couple drinks with the ladies had him nearly ready to pass out. Except for Hot Aunt and her hand. Her voice was low and calm. "Nothing. Just relax." He assumed the words were for Josh too, so he wouldn't rouse enough to notice what his big brother was getting from whom. At that point Hot Aunt's hand faltered in its pumping briefly, as though she had been distracted, then shortly renewed. With more...focus. It felt good, especially as she seemed to pay more attention to getting him off, varying her touch, rhythm, intensity. It felt amazing but he knew he wasn't going to cum like this, with just her hand and no lubrication, And his brother right there. But it would be okay to just lie here and let her do her thing. Except he wanted to touch her again. Damn, her hard nipple in his hand had been so sexy. Hot Aunt and the Greek God Twins He eased forward. His brother's head rested on the tub edge by Hot Aunt's shoulder and he looked so relaxed, like a baby sleeping. The stoner. Her bright blue eyes - so much like his own - watched Kalen as she slowed her pumping, running her thumb and fingers over the thick, sensitive head. He noticed the sun had gone down while he was in his own bliss. He smacked his lips. "I need something to drink. Something with no alcohol." She smacked her lips in imitation. "Me too. Could you bring me something?" Kalen started out of the water, turning away from them and pulling up his trunks. Anyone in front of him would see his swollen head sticking out of his waistband, but his brother was behind him. ----- JOSH The pressure in his balls was almost too much now. Once her hand had slipped into his shorts he knew he wouldn't last long. Not only was a beautiful woman jacking him off in a hot tub, but it was Hot Aunt! In many ways she represented 'sexy' to him: even the Gods lusted for her. Thinking of the Greek Gods meant thinking of the Goddess. Dimly, he recalled his older brother saying the Twins, his new bosses, has mentioned they might find time to stop by the resort while Hot Aunt was visiting. Whenever he thought of the Goddess, Gabby, Gabriela, the same images always flashed through his brain. The thin blue bikini she had worn the summer before this. Her golden tan skin glowing against the blue, but especially the way her tiny but crinkly-hard nipples stretched the wet fabric of the halter top, almost like a jog bra, as she pushing herself out of the pool. With one hand on either side she pressed upwards, her back arching as her upper body cleared the tiled edge. Water sparkled, magnified, accentuated the Goddess' flawless skin and miraculous curves, running down her arms, chest, face and legs. Using her upward momentum, Gabby had planted one foot on the edge, paused, and stood. In the instant one foot had caught the edge but before she stood, Josh, who was a virgin at the time, had had the perfect view of her bikini bottom. It was stretched tight against an obviously hairless camel toe. Wet, thin nylon hid nothing. The memory pushed him over the edge. It could be at most one or two more pumps of his Aunt's hand before he came. His eyes opened as he did a slow involuntary crunch, lifting his head almost silently off the wall and out of the water. At that moment, several things happened. Hot Aunt giggled for her own reasons. He saw his older brother, head back and obviously getting his own incestuous hand job, and heard him ask her why. She responded in a low soothing voice. Josh exploded then in her hand, in the communal tub water, balls pumping again and again. His head was a blur. He was pretty high. He had smoked again since sharing with Hot Aunt. His body shuddered as She slowed then eased her hand away. He could hear his heart beat loud in his ears. Her head was turned toward him, smiling and staring straight into his eyes. Like an angel. So sexy. And he could still see the Goddess Gabriella, wet nylon revealing more than it hid. Puffy bare lips, tiny tight nipples. He closed his eyes and leaned back again, face barely above the water. His head leaning in against Hot Aunt's shoulder. Her hand slid out of his trunks and over his thigh. This was the best thing ever. He was almost asleep when the other two got up for...something. The Gatorade she had stashed. Then she had kissed him. This was a dream night. He watched her unreal ass sway up the tub stairs while one hand idly played with his very happy pool noodle hidden beneath the bubbles. His eyes started closing again as he realized Hot Aunt's bathing suit was the same blue as the Goddess had worn. As always, he saw crinkled nipples and swollen lips through thin wet blue Lycra. ----- NIKKI "Ooh. I know what I want." She sounded excited. "I have one last Gatorade hidden from you guzzlers." "What!" Kalen smiled over his shoulder as he unlocked the door. "You holdout." Josh's joking accusation was barely audible, mumbling with his eyes still closed. She turned to him, cradling his head as she eased it off her shoulder. "Do you want anything, Sweetie? I can't tell Kale where my secret hidey hole is. Gotta go get it myself." "Nah." He looked up at her with those bottomless hazel eyes. "I feel completely satisfied. I'll float here for few minutes more then hit the sack." He sounded already more than half way to dreamland. She couldn't help smiling at the dreamy way he said 'completely satisfied.' The sound of the door closing behind Kalen reminded her that they were alone. Josh's brows knotted briefly as he looked up at her. "Thank you. That was amazing." "Yes, it was. And thank you. Sleep well, beautiful boy." She leaned down and kissed his sensual mouth, softly, but then couldn't resist running the tip of her tongue under his mesmerizing Cupid's bow of an upper lip. She heard his breath catch. Before anything else happened, she pulled herself up by the central hand rail, leaving him a with a brief flash of her nipples pushing through her wet top followed by a more prolonged perfect view of her ass. She wiggled more than necessary as she carefully climbed the steps, aware of her inebriation and the show she was putting on, then headed toward the suite door. When she stepped into the outer room, Kalen was rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, looking for the Gatorade. His back was toward her. She slipped her hand into a piece of empty luggage stored behind the door and pulled out the sports drink, then waved it in front of her as she entered the kitchenette. "Looking for this?" She taunted. He turned, bent over, one hand on an open cabinet door. Again she saw him as a young stud of a man, rather than her sister's kid, like she had when he exited the pool. He looked exasperated."Give me some of that." She pulled it back as he reached for it; hid it behind her back. She shook her head and bit her lower lip like a little girl being naughty. Only after she did it did she realize how it thrust her chest and her nipples out toward him. He growled but smiled and stepped toward her. She backed into the small dinette table. He reached out again. "Give me some of that." "Nope. It's mine." He lunged at her, reaching around behind her for the bottle. Like keep away, in the pool. She struggled against him, laughing. This was a touchy feely game they had played many times. She was strong enough to put up a good fight, and competitive. And she liked feeling his hardness pressed against her belly as he grabbed blindly for the bottle. She had never felt that when they had played in the pool years ago. He grabbed one wrist, pinning it behind her back. She held the bottle in the other. She realized she would lose it soon as long as the struggle was behind her where she had little strength. She spun suddenly in his grasp so the bottle was in front of her, his arms around her from behind. His cock was now firmly pressed between her ass cheeks, pinning her against the table. He was every bit as hard as he'd been in the tub. She gasped. No longer giggling as a nephew felt her up a bit, her body felt a man pressing against her, and was responding in a more grown up way. She caught the urge to push her hips up and back on him in time. He pulled the bottle and one hand away from her center, twisted it behind her back, and pressed her down with his other hand in the middle of her back. It trapped one arm under her. It also pushed her ass back against him to where she could feel the base of his cock pressing against her pussy through their swim suits. She groaned, in frustration that he had the bottle and he had her in such a compromised state. They had already gone way too far, but her body was telling her to let go. When he finally freed the bottle, he relaxed enough to allow her to again twist in his grasp. This time she ended up standing and facing him again, again with him pressed hard against her belly. Their eyes locked, matching light blue, both breathing hard. Both very aware of his hardness pressing against her. She felt light headed. And wild. She reached down and traced along his shaft, through his shorts. "I'm sorry. I did this, didn't I?" He took a long drink. "Yeah, you did." He set the bottle on the counter. "But I did do this." He brought up both hands to cup her breasts, flicked thumbs over both nipples. Her knees almost buckled. Every time he asserted himself with her, she felt it to her core. "You weren't going to cum in my hand, were you?" "No, you little tease." He brought his fists together over her heart, grabbed each triangle of her bikini, and slid them outward like pulling open a double curtain. He watched the exposure intently and slowed as first one then the other nipple caught on the edges of the fabric, stretched, then popped free. He purposefully stretched the second one further by pushing the fabric in against her. Once both were exposed he cupped each breast with a hand before pinching her nipples. She moaned. "But you still need to make me cum." His voice had a deepness and resonance it had lacked before. "However might I do that, sir?" She bit her lower lip. "You're a smart girl. Figure it out." Her eyes darted up to his. He sounded suddenly so strong, so confident. She was giving in and he was taking over control. She was already wet but she felt her lips..open...in her still water-soaked boy shorts. Her eyes dropped down again as she outlined his shape with both hands through the thin material. Her thumbs hooked in his waist band, still loose from earlier in the tub. She lowered herself to her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down off his hips. She needed to resist, to not give in, one more time. She was the aunt who should be more mature, he was her nephew and so much younger. This was so wrong. She looked up at him, saw the lust and possessiveness shining in his eyes. "Kale, we can't do this. This isn't right." He laughed. His smile was one an adult would give a child who doesn't understand the situation. He gently placed a hand on her cheek, comforting, then pushed his thumb between her lips. She couldn't stop herself from sucking on it. He moved his hand to the back of her head, but did not push or try to move her. She felt his fingers lightly massaging the muscles that connected her head and neck. "You know it's too late for that, little girl. You made me all hard like this. With my little brother right there. Now make me cum." ----- KALEN My god, it was working. A couple of times he knew he had totally stolen lines he had heard or read in porn. She was getting off by giving in, by submitting. Strong smart sexy Hot Aunt Nikki submitting. To him. And it was so far beyond sexy he didn't know what to label it. Kalen had recently broken up with his girlfriend of the past five years, Miranda. Dark haired dark eyed curvy little Miranda. She had become interested in domination lately, worn a dominatrix costume last Halloween, whip and all. The problem was Kalen thought she looked sexy that way, sexy as hell, but every time she would want to explore dominating him, he didn't like it. At the same time, she stopped wanting to do many of the things they had done in their 'vanilla,' as she called it now, past. They had been eager if largely unimaginative lovers. He had been finding more ways to do her from behind. Not just doggy, but flat on her stomach, or pushed over a pillow, chair or table. She was tiny beneath him this way, barely five feet tall. He'd loved to pull her hair away from her face when she was bent over, to see her expression change as he moved in and out of her. Not long ago, looking down at Miranda like that, her face contracted in a particular look of almost painful unbearability as her orgasm built that caused him to explode from his center outward. As he thrust into her hard with each of several powerful bursts of cum deep from his balls, as hard as he had ever cum, his hand tightened on her hair. As he contorted in orgasm, his fist twisted her thick black hair, cranking her head back uncomfortably and exposing her throat. Her orgasm that had just begun turned into a cry of surprise and pain. She twisted back toward his fist to take off the pressure. Her twist placed her top half facing up toward him, covered in sweat, bare chest red and heaving. Her lower half was only part way turned, still pinned beneath him. His cock popped out of her. Kalen looked down at her. She was beautiful, she was tiny, he had just pumped a huge orgasm into her that had left him a little giddy. She was angry. And hurt, or thought she was. And her thick long hair was still wrapped in his fist. And she was for the moment pinned under him, his cum inside her. She might be angry but she couldn't do anything about it, for the moment. For the moment, she was helplessly his. And he could still see the image of her head yanked back, vulnerable, her neck, her throat, stretched and exposed. Somehow, something happened that he had never experienced. Without a touch, a lick, or a thrust he came again. Not in the usual stream varying in intensity, but like an instantaneous shot gun blast of cum spraying over her torqued belly and chest. Then another. Without being touched, mere seconds after a very intense orgasm. He was shocked, surprised, spent, and rather proud, until she burst his bubble. "Ewww." Miranda pushed him off her as he slumped, all strength gone. She pushed him again with both hands to his chest after she stood up, facing him. "Asshole! That hurt." She massaged the back of her neck. "Where did that come from?" "I don't know. I've never cum like that in my life. That was amazing." She smacked his chest again, leaving two red palm prints. "Not your fucking orgasm. Cranking my head back like that." After that, she didn't want anything to do with him behind her. Even when he promised never to pull her hair like that again. These days they got along fine as friends, but nothing more. They both realized they were turned on being in control. Being the one pulling the hair, so to speak. Since they broke up, Miranda seemed to find no shortage of partners willing to let her explore her new-found desires. Apparently, no shortage of guys liked submitting to her. And even a few girls, she'd told him. The idea of those girls, letting her control them the way he had wanted to dominate Miranda, was fertile ground for his fantasies. He also spent more time on the internet, reading erotic fiction, especially involving dominance and submission. He also found more visual depictions, pics and videos, that spoke to the urges he was identifying. He also found things that didn't turn him on. He liked the stories best where the girl was strong but gave in, submitted. He wasn't so much into the abundance of ropes, whips, spanking and such that he saw. It was more her getting off on giving in, opening herself up, vulnerable and willing, that turned him on. One thing that really got him going was deepthroating. Miranda had sucked him off many times, or just got him slippery and hard enough with her mouth for other things. She had been ok with him cumming in her mouth and didn't mind swallowing. But she didn't want to choke in the slightest, or take him in past the back of her tongue. If he pushed in to far, that was usually the end of the head for him for a while. Usually either one of them would keep a hand wrapped around the base of his cock to prevent it going past her comfort zone. Seeing a woman on his computer screen, willingly gagging and choking while she tried to take a cock deep in her throat, that had opened his eyes. He had never imagined such a thing yet it immediately seemed familiar and right. It seemed to symbolize the submission that he craved and was struggling to define. He especially gravitated to the porn depicting girls, usually petite in size, with eye make-up smeared from watering eyes as they repeatedly choked trying to swallow a hard cock, gagging until their nose ran, then going back for more. Kalen had tried to experiment with a few of the dates he'd had since the break up. It hadn't gone well. And now Hot Aunt Nikki was on her knees in front of him. Naughty Aunt Nikki. He said it out loud. "Naughty Aunt Nikki." ----- NIKKI What had gotten into Kale? Yes, she had been naughty. More like bad. Josh got her high, but she had been the one inhaling it, and then imbibing the drinks, and then stroking her nephews cocks. Feeling Josh pump out into the tub water while she stroked his brother with the other hand. But Kalen had taken charge and asserted his power over her in a way that penetrated her to her core. She felt caught in an undertow, a current. She should be able to resist something so fluid, but it overwhelmed, pushed her, kept her off balance and unable to catch her breath or bearings. Each shove was possible to resist, but not the weight of the onslaught of urges, surprises. Kale seemed to pick up on her desire to submit somehow. Had he been like this with Miranda? Nikki suddenly felt jealous of the girl, and turned on with the image of Kalen dominating the curvy little minx. Fuck, she was turned on. And there was a sexy, toned, strong man with his hands in her hair as she kneeled before him. Before his thick, beautiful cock with only the slightest of upward curves. The stiff thick cock with one perfect drop of clear fluid formed at the tip. Nikki's belly tightened as her ass dropped to her heels momentarily. She was trying so hard not to cum. It was embarrassing. When she got aroused enough, Nikki could cum repeatedly. Hard. From the smallest touch or impetus at the right moment. And more embarrassing, she sometimes squirted. A lot. The few lovers who she had trusted enough to really let go said it wasn't pee. It didn't smell strongly and it seemed pretty much like water, but maybe a little slipperier. She never knew when it would happen other than she had to be really turned on and into it, but man, she could soak a hand and arm or a belly or face that was in the line of fire. While she never knew when it might happen, getting high definitely upped the odds. There was no way she was going to let her nephew see her like that. She would not give up that control. Though it was hard to keep the pressure for release from building in her belly. Usually she could just say No to the build up, and enjoy herself, orgasm hard and enjoyably once, without allowing that certain pressure from building that special way. That way that led to the most amazing releases. But releases that did nothing to ease the pressure. Sometimes one after another, each one while thinking to herself that there can't be more, not possibly, before another and another racked her body and soul. Luke, a recent on-again off-again partner, loved to take her down that path, forcing her with his words, touch, movement to cum through wave after wave after wave. Sometimes to the verge of passing out, feeling like she was leaving her body behind. She had already felt her body not fully obey when she told it not to go there this time. The pressure had been building in that special spot below her belly button, but very slowly, almost on the sly. She was still in control. If it built much more she could just cum and enjoy it. Cum hard, but not really let loose all the way. She hoped. At least until she was alone and could visit Mr. D. Tatchable Showerhead. Then she saw that shining, glistening pearl of precum on Kale's fat cockhead. It almost felt like a sudden stomach cramp as she contracted around her middle. She managed to fight off the wave of lust that hit her. So close to just exploding, but in that way that would make her helpless to stop one explosion after another. She would not let that happen. Hot Aunt and the Greek God Twins She had cum before more than once just looking at a drop of precum on Luke's cock. No touching involved. It had become a reoccurring theme of sex play with them: her worship and hunger for the clear, precious fluid. She would linger, touching it with a finger tip, licking it, or just looking. Usually it was when she was high, and usually it was when she was most likely to squirt, and more generally lose control. She couldn't let Kalen's precum start that spiral. As much as she craved to tease him and his fat cock with that glistening drop of ecstasy, and take her time with it to tease herself too, she couldn't. That tease led down a path she and her nephew could not go. Nikki did what she had to do. She raised up on her knees as she took his whole fat cockhead in her mouth. All at once. One groan escaped as she tasted the salty umami precum hitting her tongue. Then it was gone. Without lingering, she pushed herself down on him, bracing her hands on his thighs. The effort was distracting enough to ease the need to cum a little. She felt his hands tighten on the back of her head and his fingers entwine with her hair. Fear flashed through her. Vulnerability. The hands did not push or pull. They followed her head, and cradled it, as she bobbed. Once, when she went too fast, the hands slowed her rhythm. She had heard him hiss when she had first swallowed him. Then he was silent. Letting his aunt do terribly wrong things to him. Watching her. She looked up at him as she gripped the back of his legs, pulling more of his thick cock into her mouth than before. His blue eyes were almost glazed but fixed on her nylon clad butt. He hit the back of her mouth for the first time, stretching her jaw, just as his eyes locked on hers. His right thumb traced her brow and temple, pulling stray hair from her face. Then down her cheek to below her jawline. "Good girl." Again the resonance surprised her. She felt herself starting to go where she couldn't go again. Those words coming from little Kale she had watched grow up. A combination of comforted, controlled, naughty, horny, dominated and dirty feelings roiled through her. She had to break his gaze. She lowered her eyes as she tried to swallow more. As long as he didn't thrust she could probably avoid gagging. She worked to find that angle where she could feel the tip slip into her throat. She wanted to take him deep. She doubted Miranda with her tiny features would have been able to get this thing down. She lifted her butt and squirmed a little as she pictured his eyes back on her. He had looked both hungry and possessive, staring at her body. This beautiful forbidden young man. Who chose that moment to groan loudly. She glanced up to see him open mouthed staring at her swaying ass, still covered in her suit. He was almost snarling. Again, the pressure threatened to escape. Again she held it in check. She felt more confident that she did have it under control like usual. It was too big or the angle was wrong. Her jaw was starting to tire. Then she hit the right line. Her throat allowed his spongy-hard tip to slip in. It surprised her enough that she gagged. Kalen groaned. Nikki's head came back reflexively as she gagged but his hands held her there. Not pushing, quite. Her belly tightened again. She grabbed his thighs now and pulled her own head down, but she couldn't get more in. She had to get him deeper. She knew she should put more attention on the growing pressure in her core, keeping it from exploding, but she was almost there. Nikki gasped in a breath around his cock, slobber running down her chin. She lined her throat up again, finding the same angle and feeling the head press in deeper. He held her head tight in both hands and her scalp could feel the tension of his grip on her hair. She doubled over as her gut wrenched. It threw her head downward. The only way to keep her mouth on him was to lift her ass high. Kalen cried out. ----- KALEN His hands held her head tight and thrust. Not a hard thrust or a long one. But controlled and deliberate, as soon as he felt his very sensitive tip slip back into that spot a second time. Now that he had felt it almost in when Hot Aunt had choked, he was waiting for it. He knew she was trying to deep-throat him and he was going to make sure it happened. He was so close to exploding in her mouth right now. He had no idea how tenuously she clung to the gate holding the pressure in. No idea how sweet the call of the abyss was, to just let go and let it take her; and how frightening, to let go so completely. When the latest, biggest most overwhelming wave of pleasure tightened Nikki's belly it had forced her head downward. Kalen felt and saw her dive deep onto his cock. Then he saw her legs straighten as she lifted her ass up in those little blue boy shorts that had been driving him crazy. Her torso twisted with tension. He could see the muscles in her back flex. He pictured his hands on those hips shoving his cock into her from behind. Fucking his gorgeous aunt. Her ass came up, her head went down, and he felt her throat momentarily let him slip part way in. He held her head and neck tight and groaned as he pushed his hips up. Her throat let his head in. He felt it squeezed, hot, wet and impossibly sexy. His groan became a growl, his grip tightened on her hair and his first powerful blast of cum hit the back of her throat. She coughed, choking. And she came. There was no doubt in his mind that she was orgasming hard. Cumming as he shot another load into her throat. Muffled by his cock in her mouth, she made a pained cry. Part whine and part moan. He eased his hold, allowing his cock to leave her throat after she had choked. He could see the smooth skin on her back flushing red. Then he heard a soft sound he didn't recognize. It was like static or a rustling. Her legs were slowly relaxing and she lowered her ass again. She had one hand slowly pumping the last of his cum into her mouth as her body's convulsions eased. Looking past her beautiful ass cheeks Kalen saw a growing shadow. A circle of wet carpet grew below his aunt. He knew the sound now. He stroked her hair. Nikki looked up at him and their eyes met. She let his cockhead slip out from between her lips. He could see she was breathing at least as hard as he was. He pushed her chin up with one hand. "Did you pee yourself, little girl?" Her eyes dropped briefly. She looked embarrassed; bit her lower lip. "Nooo." He was surprised. "No?" "Nuh-uh." She smiled up at him, like she was being clever. How could she deny it? "Stand up." She felt compliant in his hands as she stood, guided by his hands on her head. The hand at the back of her neck caused her to look down at her feet, at the puddle of wet carpet. "Did you pee yourself, little girl?" He asked again. "No." She definitely sounded like she thought she was being clever. "What do you mean, 'no?'" He growled a little, trying to sound stern. Her eyes twinkled as she smiled up at him. Then she whispered. "It's not pee." What? OMG! She was a real squirter? He had never quite believed the stories, or the videos. He smiled back at her, then lightly poked at her chest with a finger. "No way." ----- NIKKI She was so relaxed, and turned on, so ready to do anything. And her gut was on fire to cum again. Once she let go like that, she knew she couldn't stop the next one from crashing upon her with only the slightest stimulation. And she was so sleepy now too. Almost unconscious on her feet. When he pushed her chest with his finger she did not resist. She fell back onto the bed. His eyes dropped to her crotch as her legs went wide. While the rest of the blue nylon had dried somewhat, she could feel that the lower half of her boy short bottoms was soaked. She couldn't hide it. Her body was craving release. Touch. And sleep. Through half lidded eyes she saw him above her, his beautiful chest still heaving, his cock no longer standing out quite as much but shiny with her saliva and his cum. Her eyes flittered closed. "Poor sleepy girl." She heard his voice, nodded her agreement as her head nuzzled back against the pillow. Maybe she could sleep, maybe he wouldn't touch her more. Maybe he wouldn't witness her cum again and again, helpless to stop herself. Then she felt his hands on her soaked bottoms. "We need to get these off you." She opened her suddenly heavy lids enough to see his shape leaning over her as his hands grabbed either side of her bathing suit bottoms and pulled. She felt them slide up her legs and pointed her toes to help him. A charge of electricity tighten her core as he lightly brushed his hand over her now naked pussy, open and wet. He would be able to see that she shaved completely. She was so close to exploding. She whined, her eyes squeezed closed. She had thought she could get away without him seeing her sordid secret but he was about to find out. "Poor baby must be soooo sleepy." He must have thought her whine was because he was keeping her awake. Not because she was about to cum again. About to lose control totally. "Let's get this top off you and you can sleep." Unless he was teasing her. She felt his hands roll her to one side to untie the askew top, then slipped it off of her. It was no accident the way his thumbs each lingered on a nipple as he removed the top. Without thought she gasped as she arched into his touch and then whined again. It was so hard to keep the gate closed. Again, he misinterpreted. His voice was low, deep and soothing. "I know. So tired. So sleepy." She felt his lips gently kiss her temple, then by her ear. "And such a good cocksucker." The whispered words sent a jolt down her spine that almost released the gate holding back the pressure in her belly. After his teasing her nipples like that, just his voice - the voice of her young nephew who had taken charge of her in such an arousing way - calling her that dirty name, would be enough to start the waves of her orgasms rolling one after another. But he stopped and said no more. His weight left the bed. She heard his steps, a rustle of cloth as he pulled up his shorts. Then the door opening and closing as he left. She had made it. Her secret was still safe. Squirting on the floor as she orgasmed with her nephew's cock in her mouth was bad enough, but at least he hadn't seen the rest. Though now she had a new secret. She had really sucked off her nephew. Been dominated by him. Then she remembered: and she had made her even younger nephew Josh cum in her hand underwater! Shooting his thick load into the hot tub. Nikki rolled onto her back and smiled, mind swirling, exhausted but too excited to sleep. What a naughty girl she was. Her hand slid down her body, teasing one nipple with light flicks, then sliding down to feel how wet, how open and ready she was. Both her nephews had cum. Kale had exploded in her mouth. In her throat! And she had cum (hard!) when she choked on it. If he had known her better, he would have kept up his tease and she'd still be cumming now. Without thought, her fingers rubbed between her slippery nether lips and up over her swollen hood. As groggy as she felt, she wouldn't be able to sleep until she eased this pressure. She giggled in a burst nervous energy. The barrier was going to open wide, but matters were definitely back in her own hands. Her fingers started to move faster. The pressure was intense, and she no longer had to hold it in check. Fuck she was turned on! "If Kale came back in through the door right now, I'd let him fuck me," she thought. "Nephew or not, I'd beg my sister's eldest son to fuck this slutty little girl. Any way he wants." She rolled over on her stomach and lifted her ass high on the bed, her fingers a blur as they brought on her next wave. She whispered as her pussy clenched tight, spams after spasm. "Fuck me, Kale. Fuck your naughty Hot Aunt with..." She heard the door opening as her thoughts seemed to become reality, and groaned. She heard him quietly closing of the door, then lock it. "Oh god, yes. I'm so close. Please touch me. You couldn't leave me like this could you?" She wiggled her raised ass and exposed wet pussy in invitation. He was silent. ----- JOSH Josh jolted awake in the warm water. He was alone in the tub. Where had everyone gone? Kalen and Aunt Nik...omg, Aunt Nikki had given him a hand job underwater! Remembering brought out a groan and his hips thrust up in the water unconsciously. Last thing he remembered was the two them leaving for a drink. He smacked his lips, parched. He could use one too, but he really needed sleep. And out of this tub. Which had his cum swirling around in it. He snickered. Should he tell Kalen? Maybe after his brother soaked in the tub awhile tomorrow. Josh decided to check Hot Aunts suite, the communal drink room, before heading upstairs to the suite he shared with his brother. As he reached for the keycard they had hung out of sight behind the hedge that partly screened the window, he saw a flicker of movement through a gap in the blind. He leaned closed to the glass to look. Hot Aunt's legs were the first thing he saw, flying up and apart as she fell back on the bed. Jesus! His brother Kalen's cock was out. And it was slick and wet. Josh's eyes went back to Aunt Nikki. She still had her bathing suit bottoms on. But her tits were out of her askew top. Her nipples pointing up. Josh was starting to get hard again, in spite of the weirdness of seeing the his brother like that. Hot Aunt was so damn hot. He couldn't hear anything, but saw his brother strip the bottoms off his Aunt's gorgeous hips and up her legs. He caught a glimpse of her shaved lips before Kalen's knee blocked his view. He watched his brother take her top off, leaving her naked. Was he about to fuck their Aunt? Then Kalen gently kissed her forehead and stood up, pulling up his trunks. If anything, he was less hard than he'd been. But he was coming for the door. Josh ducked down behind the hedge as the door opened. If his brother looked this way he would be in plain sight. But Kalen didn't look around at all. Josh could see a dazed looking smile on his face as he almost floated off, shuffling around the corner to the stairs to their room. Josh stood enough to again look into the room. He froze. Nikki was on the bed, naked. Her back was arched pushing her nipples straight up. Her hands both circled frantically between her legs. Her mouth gapped open while her eyes squeezed shut. "Ahem. This isn't the family reunion I was expecting." Josh jumped at the feminine voice. He saw Gabe and Gabrielle grinning at him. The Greek Gods. He thought his heart might explode at the surprise of what he had seen and then getting caught. And caught by these two, who Josh had always held in awe. Gabe made him feel hopelessly inadequate, and Gabby, the Goddess made flesh, was the only participant in his sexual fantasies that, perhaps, outranked Hot Aunt. The Goddess was the one who had spoken and she continued. "Whatcha watching?" She brushed up close to him, rested a hand lightly on his bare chest and leaned around him to look into the gap. Josh was painfully aware of his hard-on and the object of his fantasy suddenly finding him like this. Her hand touching his chest so intimately. And her smell. He had almost forgotten that. She was wearing a long flowing dress that buttoned up the front. The way the gauzy fabric clung to her curves it was obvious she was not wearing a bra even though he hadn't caught a glimpse of her tiny nipples. She hissed as he felt her nails dig into his chest. She turned back to her brother, spinning her head, causing her hair to sweep against Josh's nose and face. She was almost exactly his height. "You have to see this. Now." She whispered almost frantically. She pressed full up against Josh, her mouth against his ear. He was aware of the hedge pushing against his back but more aware of her pressing right against his hard cock. Her brother, the God Gabriel, bigger than either of them, slid into the narrow space she had made, pushing the girl tighter against Josh. He felt as much as heard her hum against his ear lobe as his cock slipped fully up to be trapped between their bellies. As Gabe leaned down to spy into the room, Gabrielle's lips lightly found Josh's ear before whispering. "Just cause I didn't cause it, doesn't mean I can't enjoy it." She wiggled against him, rolling his shaft side to side between them. "You're a dirty boy, Joshy. And all grown up." Her lips found his neck just below his ear. Followed by the tip of her tongue. Gabe stood up after a quick look through the window slot and grabbed the key card almost casually from Josh's distracted hand, now loosely wrapped around Gabe's sister. The God grabbed both of them by an arm to separate the two and make sure he has their attention, put finger to lips emphatically for silence, and opened the door, pulling them with him. Without thinking, Josh followed him, with the Goddess holding his hand as she entered last. "Oh god, yes. I'm so close. Please touch me." Josh was in shock, not least by Gabby's hands sliding around him from behind, one up toward his chest while the other slid down. Gabe locked the door and silenced them again, his brow furrowing to show how serious the young God was. Josh could feel Gabriella's nod to her brother over Josh's shoulder as she pressed her body into Nikki's young nephew from behind. "Please, sir." Nikki face was buried in the pillows, her lovely rear raised high, starting to squirm. "Oh shit, I think I'm gonna cum anyhow! I need your hands on me, please." The three looked at each other, three mouths making silent "o"s. Gabe shrugged and stepped up close behind Hot Aunt. Standing close behind her, he slid both palms up the back of her thighs slowly. One on each leg in smooth parallel strokes until they reached the bottom of her ass. Here, the left slid up to briefly cup her left cheek. The right hand turned so the fingers pointed down as it slid inward along her thigh. Josh couldn't tell but Gabe's right fingers were already finding her skin wet, increasing to very slippery before his palm found her soaked center, then slid up. His fingers curled into her, swirling, massaging her lips before pressing deeper. His left hand stopped at the small of her back, where her pronounced and sexy spinal curve turned to fine ass bubble. ----- NIKKI Her insides exploded. The gates were open. She felt the last lock on the gate give way when his hands started up her thighs. When his big strong hands stopped with her ass between them and his long fingers curved down and into her, they shoved those gates wide open. With a deep almost mournful groan she lurched back against his hand, forcing his fingers further in. She was so tight; his fingers stretched her more than she had anticipated. Then they pulled back to swirl at her entrance again, before thrusting in again harder. His other hand at the top of her ass pulled her back onto his probing fingers. Again they pulled out and again shoved in. Fucking her. The next wave hit. Hard. She heard and felt the fluid squirt from her as her muscles contracted. She moaned again, higher pitched. A combination of release, torment, and helpless embarrassment. She lunged forward off her knees, her body straightening to try to escape the overwhelming stimulation as another wave crested. His free hand grabbed her waist and hauled her back onto her knees toward him and his no-doubt soaked fingers. She was surprised at how strong, how big Kalen's hand felt wrapped around her hip. He held her in place with one hand and started to really finger fuck her with the other, plunging his long fingers in and out of her. Her orgasms were hitting one after the next. Like storm swells stacked one on top of another as they broke on a beach. If you got caught by one, it seemed the next hit just as you struggled to catch a breath, submerging you once again. Hot Aunt and the Greek God Twins Face down in the gap between two overstuffed hotel pillows, Nikki tried to concentrate on anything except the waves racking her body and her mind, the almost unbearably intense sensations running through her. She focused on the only points of contact between her and her nephew. His hands. His hands did feel huge. The left held her. Fingers latched onto the front of her hipbone, the thumb wrapped all the way to her spine, it seemed. The right hand fucked her. His knuckles wetly smacked the whole area around her clit every time those fingers shoved into her. She had sucked Kale's finger. It hadn't seemed that big. It's gotta be the pot. She flashed to a memory of the Greek God, Gabriel, getting teased. For his big hands. It might have been the only time she had seen him embarrassed. Even his sister had teased him: "What do big hands and big feet mean, Gabe?...Big gloves and socks." Scent and memory are closely related in the brain, she had read. Which would explain why she was suddenly imagining that she smelled that intoxicating Greek God scent. Not imagining it; she could smell it. Maybe some smell reminded her addled brain of that particular erotically-charged aroma, and that led her to think of Gabriel. And his big hands. And what big hands might mean besides big gloves. That was it: she wouldn't even think of Kalen behind her. Her nephew, who looked so much like her, who she'd loved since he was a baby. She closed her eyes tight and pictured Gabriel, shining with sweat, pushing himself out of a pool lounge chair. The Greek God was behind her, holding her, touching her with those big hands. Filling the air with his intoxicating scent. Filling her again and again with those thick, long fingers. She had no warning. Among the stormy waves was a tsunami, a hidden giant. It dwarved the waves that had rendered her helpless in magnitude, intensity and kind. Feeling the God's hands on and in her, her nostrils filled and head swirling with his musk, she screamed. Or cried or squealed. She didn't know if actual sound was coming out of her but her ears rang with it. Pressure seemed to press her eyes out from their sockets. Her body went straight as a board and rigid. The fingers stayed in her, pressing deep, but her hip escaped his grip as she flattened herself on the mattress. Contraction and convulsion expanded out from her center. It seemed an effort to stay in her own body, the prolonged detonation of white-light ecstasy was so strong. Then the big free hand, Gabriel's perfect, smooth olive-hued hand, pressed into the middle of her back. She knew she made an actual sound when she groaned as his weight forced the air out her lungs. She had no idea how many or what parts of her body had released things beyond her control. Pinned and unable to control her spasming body even if he hadn't been holding her down, her groan rose in pitch as his other hand resumed its motion. Her muscles were clenched so tight he wondered how he had kept his fingers in her at all when she had performed the orgasmic planking of a lifetime. The God's touch must be divine, because the ecstasy continued. He kept slowly moving a finger (maybe two?) in and out of her, kept pinning her with less than half a breath available, and kept the tsunami convulsion vibrating through her without pause. Kept her dimly screaming into the pillows. Kept the white flash popping behind her eyes. The God smell was strong, even with her face buried in down. Kalen must be using the same cologne and...he hadn't been wearing cologne minutes ago in the hot tub. The thick finger inside had slowed. She was able to almost think. Unlike a wave of an orgasm, like she usually had, like she had already had many times tonight, the tsunami did not noticeably end. When a wave leaves, it's a quick sort of gradual. This one receded so slowly she wasn't aware of the change. As though she was a 113 pound tuning fork, banged hard - pun intended - and then left to slowly, ever so gradually vibrate less and less. But she was able to think now, and didn't think she could have done that earlier. She was confident she wouldn't need to flee her body, and no longer sure she knew how to leave it if she'd wanted. Kale's hands still felt big though, and she still did smell that amazing God scent. His right hand was still pressed tight against her ass, palm pushing her round cheeks apart, but his fingers (it had to be at least two!) had stopped inside her. She had to get to the source of that smell. If it was her nephew's cologne, she wanted to bury her nose wherever he'd put it. She was still vibrating from what that smell had set off in her. She pulled one knee up toward her, tilting her slightly on the bed. She started to throw that leg up and over Kalen's head as she spun onto her back. As she pulled the knee up she thought she heard a rough metallic click to her side. As she started to flip onto her back and throw her bent leg up, she heard a loud "Shhh." As her face left the confines of the pillows, in the direction of the muffled click, the first thing she saw was the outlined of a girl reclined on the other bed, next to her's. She was smiling at Nikki. She was beautiful, with wavy, golden hair, bright white teeth between full pouty lips and wearing a flowing dress, unbuttoned down the front and exposing two lovely young breasts. She was holding a lit Bic lighter, white, under the tip of a rather fat joint she was lighting. She giggled. "Hi, Hot Aunt." She waved the newly lit joint. "Let's get this party started." Nikki sputtered, unbelieving, "Started?" Gabrielle - it had to be the Goddess - lifted her eyes. Nikki's followed. There was still a finger inside her. Nikki's left foot, which she she had started to throw over Kalen's head to flip herself onto her back before she found a girl on the bed next to her's, rested on a rather smooth, olive-skinned shoulder. And that shoulder was on a rather tall, very beautiful young man. Gabriel. The God smell, which she had briefly thought was explained as the Goddess smell and was now revealed to be a combination of both Twins, filled her nose. Rather than be startled and freeze up or lash out at the surprise, she went limp. She fell back against the mattress on her back, her mouth and muscles slack. Her eyes fluttered closed, her last sight Gabrielle puffing on the joint, pinky held high. She felt beyond surprise. "Are you okay, Aunt Nikki?" Her eyes flew open at the voice asking the question. Josh, her little nephew Joshy, just 18 yesterday, grinned at her. He spoke from between two long perfectly bronze Goddess legs which were hanging off the end of the bed, with a gossamer skirt bunched up near their tops. Her younger nephew must have been kneeling on the floor, between Gabrielle's perfect thighs. Everyone was grinning at her. She looked up at the young God, smiling down. She felt his fingers move in her, curving upward now, slowly caressing the crinkled tenderness of her g spot. She felt her finally relaxed core tighten once more. The Goddess rolled gracefully toward Nikki and extended her long arm. Between thumb and finger on the end was the fat, smoking joint. From above her, Gabe spoke for the first time, as his fingers massaged her spot more firmly. His smooth baritone hinted at depth despite his youth. "Yeah. It's time to start this party." Her eyes shut tight as she fell back limp. Except for that tuning fork the Greek God was now strumming like a lyre. Started?