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U&A Day 01 Pt. 01

By: milkandhoney27



2 college bound cousins summer break with Aunt & Uncle

Nate dropped his duffle on the guest bed. He stood mesmerized by the unbroken line of the vast Pacific out the sliding glass doors of the guest bedroom. Uncle Garner popped his head in the door.

"Hey, Nate! How was the flight? We would have picked you up at LAX ourselves but Patty's flight came in a few hours ago and we'd just been out there. Did the limo fellow find you okay? Of course he did. You're here, aren't you?"

Nate smiled. He hadn't spent much time with Uncle Garner, Thanksgivings, Christmases, sometimes every year. Sometimes not. Most of the family was still back East. So it was always up to Uncle Garner to fly back. Still, Nate had always liked Uncle Garner best of his Aunts and Uncles. He was the only one that made him feel like he was really seen. Not just there to have his cheek pinched or some hoary platitudes thrust at him. Uncle Garner never said that much. But when he did, it was genuine, had weight and was to the point. And, in the stories he told around the table, he always made California sound like a larger-than-life place. So different from the drab winters in New York. And even though Uncle Garner was a year or two older than Nate's mother, he always seemed more youthful, with his full head of dark blonde hair (now graying a bit more at the temples) and slight tan.

"Hi, Uncle Garner. No problems. I'm just...thanks for inviting me out." Nate stopped. Embarrassed and at a loss for words. Displays of emotion were not his family's strong suit.

Uncle Garner stepped in the room and gave him a warm hug and a clap on the back.

"Thanks for coming out. I never get to see enough of you. I keep inviting you guys out, but it's always, 'next year, next year.'" He let go of Nate and held him at arm's length. "Jeez, look at the size of you. You still going to wrestle at 165 at Penn? What are you now, five ten?"

Nate knew Uncle Garner had wrestled in college too. Wrestlers never lost that ability to size up a person and judge their weight. 

"Probably. I mean, I think 165 and yes to five ten."

"Well, we'll try and keep you in shape out here. Throw on a bathing suit and we'll get in some bodysurfing before lunch. Your cousin and Aunt Claire are out by the pool doing yoga or something. I'll go change and get us some towels."

And with that Uncle Garner was out the door.

Nate blinked. A twinge of guilt. For the mere mention of his Aunt Claire's name had brought a rush of blood to Nate's cock. And that certainly was no way to think of his favorite Uncle's wife. But his Aunt was a sexy woman. And at eighteen, who could blame him for his hormones? And Patty was here too. Mom and Dad hadn't mentioned she was going to be here. For the whole two weeks?, he wondered. He liked his cousin all right. She was cute and funny, but sometimes she had that whole Connecticut stick-up-her-ass attitude. Though they had gotten pretty smashed together at a couple of family get-togethers. 

Nate stripped off his clothes and searched through his luggage for his bathing suit. Damn. He was sure he'd thrown in a couple pairs. He kept digging, and his mind turned back to his Aunt. A definite MILF. If she had had kids, which she hadn't. The long, light brown hair and those deep blue eyes seemed to look right inside you. And that ass...

"You need a pair of trunks?"

Nate jumped. Uncle Garner stood in the doorway wearing boardshorts and flip flops, seemingly oblivious to Nate's nakedness and his semi-hard on bobbing in front of him. 

Nate saw and grabbed his bathing suit from his luggage.

"No. Got 'em," he answered, holding them in front of his chubby.

Uncle Garner smiled. "Say hi to your aunt." He glanced over Nate's shoulder toward the sliding glass doors.

Nate turned. Aunt Claire, stunningly curvy in tight-fitting yoga pants and a sports bra, stood on the patio outside the full-length window. She smiled guilelessly and waved. Nate smiled awkwardly and waved back, keeping his other hand over his crotch. Then he saw Patty standing next to Aunt Claire. Awkward! Nate flushed red. Patty's baby blues widened, then she covered her mouth and started cracking up. Damn Patty! 

"Can't a guy get dressed around here?" he asked in mock exasperation, to cover his embarrassment. But he had noticed that Patty looked pretty hot too in her tight spandex. And, in spite of the circumstances, so had his cock. Damn Patty.

Patty couldn't help but laugh. When Uncle Garner had called to them that Nate had arrived, she and Aunt Claire had gone to say hello. Aunt Claire had led the way. And when Patty had caught up to her she was standing stock still at the guest bedroom window. She motioned Patty over with a discrete wave of her hand, never taking her eyes from the window. Odd, Patty thought, but when she got to the window her jaw dropped. Nate was standing in the room buck naked. He was rooting around in his luggage for something, totally oblivious to his audience. Patty blushed immediately. She had a nameless sense of guilt, like Aunt Claire had just caught her doing something naughty. Like when her mother caught her letting Brad go down on her. But, even though they were almost the same age, Aunt Claire was nothing like her mom. Aunt Claire was cool and her mom...well, Patty's mom was...Mom. Besides Patty shouldn't feel like a peeping tom; Aunt Claire was standing right next to her getting an eyeful too, and she hadn't taken her eyes off Nate for an instant. 

And, Patty had to admit, she could see why. Nate was pretty hunky...for a cousin. He had an athlete's physique, strong but not ripped like some roided juicehead. She could see his biceps and triceps moving in counterpoint like boas under his skin as he searched through his luggage. Trim but not skinny. The beard he was sporting was kind of cute too. Kind of scruffy and boho, but cute. and he'd let his light brown hair grow a little long. And, my god, he was sporting a boner! Oh, my god, she thought, staring at his cock flopping around in front of him, bouncing on his big, soft ballsack. Hmmm, nice balls, she thought. (Her mom would have been appalled that Patty could even think such a thing.) And his ass...nice firm round hairless buns! Like two big scoops of vanilla ice cream. Yum!

Then Uncle Garner had appeared in the frame and Nate turned and saw them watching him. The look in his eyes was priceless. She liked the guy and all, but it was too funny seeing the look of shock and him trying to cover up with his bathing suit in one hand. Too late for that, Nate old boy. Oh, she was not going to let him forget this one.

"Well," Aunt Claire had said, turning from the windows. "I see Nate is a big boy now."

And the way she said it was so Aunt Claire. Dry, nonchalant, perfect timing She was so cool.

"Shall we finish our yogasanas?" she continued, as if seeing a hunky eighteen year old buck ass naked wasn't worth another thought. "I think it will help with your flexibility. And your core."

"Sure...Sure, Aunt Claire," Patty agreed, trying to pretend that nothing unusual had happened. Patty's mind switched gears. Aunt Claire had said learning some yoga would help her with gymnastics. Patty had been recruited by UCONN for gymnastics and as an incoming freshman she would have to compete hard for a spot on the team. 

Patty considered herself lucky. She had stayed small. She still hadn't hit five feet. And her breasts had cooperated. She was barely a B cup. Her ass and thighs were pronounced, but that was muscle. Hard muscle. And served her well on her floor routine and her vaults.

But as she and Aunt Claire went back to their mats by the pool and began another set of yogasanas, Patty's mind went back to Nate's cock. Circumcised. She liked that. Not too big and not too small. And a nice set of balls. And she involuntarily thought of Uncle Garner and wondered what his package looked like. Like all hard and standing up. 

"Patty?" Aunt Claire's voice intruded. "Pay attention to your breathing. You're getting out of rhythm."

Patty flushed. "Sorry." 

Patty started to tremble. She was in a deep back bend called the Wheel, supporting herself on only her feet and hands. Aunt Claire stood next to her guiding. 

"Relax," Aunt Claire intoned in a soothing voice. "Nate's wang got you distracted?"

Patty almost fell over. Aunt Claire's hands were under the small of her back and on her stomach.

"Breathe," she commanded. "You need to empty yourself out." Her hand stroked the little bit of tummy fat around Patty's belly button. "I feel tension. You worry a lot. I feel stress. Let it go."

Aunt Claire placed her hand on Patty's head.

"Western yoginis believe there are seven chakras - like energy vortexes - in the body. The highest is here."

"Then the third eye." She gently rubbed Patty's forehead.

Her hand moved to Patty's throat and stroked it. Patty giggled in spite of herself.

"Breathe," her Aunt commanded. "Then the throat."

Aunt Claire slid her hand up between the B-cup valley of Patty's sports bra and pressed her palm flat.

"Then the chest."

She trailed her fingertips down Patty's taut, arched belly. Her other hand slid down the skin of Patty's back, feeling the muscles and smooth skin.

"Then here," Aunt Claire continued hypnotically. 

Patty could feel her own breathing. But she was also aware of her Aunt's hands on her body. It felt kind of like one of her coaches adjusting her in gymnastics and kind of not. Part of it was making her uncomfortable. And part of that was because her Aunt's gentle touch felt so good. It was weird. But she felt secure with Aunt Claire's hands on her.

Aunt Claire slid one hand over the front of Patty's yoga pants and gently cupped Patty's prominent mons. With her other hand underneath Patty's straining body, Aunt Claire slid two fingers between Patty's butt cleft and pressed gently up against Patty's tailbone.

"This," Aunt Claire intoned reverentially,"is svadhishthana. It governs creativity...joy... enthusiasm...the tongue...taste...sexual pleasure." She gave Patty's mound a playful squeeze. "This is a hard chakra to get past."

"Aunt Claire?" Patty called tremulously. She suddenly felt a slight panic. What if she...she didn't want to embarrass herself.

"Shhh," her Aunt soothed. "Breath. Pranayama. Breath is what runs through it all."

Aunt Claire moved and stood between Patty's legs. Her hands moved to Patty's pelvis, one thumb pressing over the groove of Patty's pussy lips, the other sliding persistently between Patty's asscheeks - Patty could feel the thumb riding over the thin material covering her butthole - and met at the space between her pussy and ass.

Arched over backward as she was, hands and feet spread, head staring upside down the other way, Patty felt totally exposed and vulnerable. Then she felt Aunt Claire's thumbs pressing firmly up into that small soft space. It felt really good. It was like a switch tripped in her head. And turned on pleasure. And there was something else; emotional. The soft pressure in so intimate a place as she posed helpless. Patty felt a yearning, for something she never knew she had wanted or had put a name to. She wanted to be in her Aunt's hands. And to let her Aunt guide her...she just didn't know where she wanted to be guided to. But she also felt the fear, holding her back. What often held her back and made her ashamed.

"This..." Aunt Claire whispered,"this...is muladhara...the root chakra..."

She rubbed her thumbs in small, slow circles on Patty's little perineum.

"It is the rich earth...the sense of smell...that which grounds us...it is our sexual being...it is the seat of kundalini..."

"Aunt Claire?" 

The panic was in Patty's voice now. But, if Aunt Claire heard, she didn't know what it really meant. How could she.

"Which is a snake wrapped three and a half times around a lingam...It is the first chakra which must be stirred..."

A dark spot appeared in Patty's crotch just about Aunt Claire's thumbs. Aunt Claire saw it and stopped. The wet spot on the material spread. Patty cried out and dropped from her reverse bridge onto the ground. She rolled into a ball and started crying.

"Patty..." Aunt Claire began.

But Patty got to her feet and ran off into the house.

Patty throw herself down on the bed in her guest room. She was so, so humiliated. And embarrassed. And...ashamed. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just be normal?

Aunt Claire came gliding. Patty felt the bed dip and her Aunt's soft hand brush a stray lock of her dirty blonde hair back behind one of her ears. Even her ears were too big, Patty thought miserably.

"Patty?" she asked softly. "What's the matter, honey?'

Patty started crying again.

"I can't tell you," she cried.

She felt Aunt Claire's hand gently stroking her head and gradually she stopped crying. Aunt Claire was humming softly. The humming, the stroking. Patty felt herself going to a safe place.

"Baby, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Aunt Claire said. "Tell me what's the matter."

Patty sighed. If she couldn't tell Aunt Claire, who could she tell. She took a deep breath.

"It's...it's embarrassing. I...when...when I get excited. You know, like sex excited. I...I get too wet." The tears were starting again. "I..I think there's something wrong with me, Aunt Claire. I mean, like I'm some kind of freak. Brad doesn't say anything about it. But...but my first boyfriend...he thought I had peed or something...when he was touching me. I was so mortified."

Aunt Claire laughed lightly. And Patty cringed a little inside. Aunt Claire felt the change in body language. She leaned over and kissed the top of Patty's head. Then gently shifted Patty's head onto her own lap.

"You silly thing. Your first boyfriend was an idiot. I mean, don't blame him," Aunt Claire continued, stroking Patty's silky blonde hair. "He was young. He didn't know any better. If your boyfriend...Brad...if he doesn't complain, what's the problem? He's probably in hog heaven. All the guys I know...it turns them on when we get wet. That's how they know we're into it. Sex is between the ears, my dear. If a guy's any good, he wants you to be into it. He wants to know he's getting you all wet and messy. We see a big, old boner and we know a guy is into us. They see our happy juices."

Patty smiled. It was so awesome to talk to Aunt Claire. These were things she could never talk to her mother about. But talking to Aunt Claire was like talking to a woman she felt safe with. And wouldn't judge her. Unless...unless Aunt Claire ever knew the thoughts Patty sometimes had about Uncle Garner.

"Do you squirt?" Aunt Claire asked. 

"What?" Patty was abruptly jerked from her ruminations.

"When you cum. Do you squirt?"

"I...what do you mean squirt?" Patty asked, mystified.

"Sometimes...with some women at least...if you...or your lover...press on the right spot inside your pussy...when you cum, fluid shoots out. It looks almost like you're peeing. But it's not pee. And it's not pussy juice. It's...squirting."

Patty sat up, looking at Aunt Claire in fascination.

"No...no, never. I've...I've never heard of that. Have...do you...have you ever..." Patty hesitated.

Aunt Claire chuckled, taking Patty's hand.

"No. But I've seen it. People are all different. Don't judge yourself by others. You're your own person and you're beautiful just the way you are. Getting really wet when you're turned on...honey, that's a gift. That's your superpower."

Patty grinned. Her superpower. She liked that.

"Okay," Aunt Claire continued. "Now let's take off those bottoms and see what sexy, little mess you've made. You can put on your bathing suit and relax in the pool or help me make some lunch."

Patty stood up, self-consciously. She turned her back to Aunt Claire and slipped off her yoga pants and panties. Aunt Claire studied the muscles moving in Patty's sleek, round rump as Patty shifted from foot to foot. Patty turned around holding her bottoms in front of her crotch. Aunt Claire held out her hand, a half-smile on her face.

"Come on, hand them over. You don't have to be so modest," Aunt Claire said, taking the proffered clothing. She motioned with her chin to Patty's crotch. "I have one too you know."

Patty reddened and then dropped her hands to her side. She felt a little awkward standing in front of her Aunt in nothing but a sports bra with her bush hanging out.

"Mmm. I love what you did with your hair," said Aunt Claire admiringly. "Do you wax?"

"No. No, I just clipped it a bit," Patty answered. She couldn't believe she was having this conversation. Aunt Claire was...she just said whatever she wanted. It would be nice to be that free. Of course, not in Connecticut.

"It's so pretty, the way your hair frames your lips. And it's so light," Aunt Claire added. She looked down at the bottoms in her hand and started feeling them. "You really did soak these."

Aunt Claire brought them up to her face and inhaled deeply.

Patty stood shocked.

"Ummm. Sweet. Don't look so shocked, Patty," Aunt Claire went on. "We've all smelled our own pussy juices before. Yours have a nice..." She poked her strong Roman nose into the wet bundle and sniffed. "A ferny bouquet...a little wild." Claire sighed. "Very nice." She looked at Patty. "Remember what I said about the first chakra?"

"Mula...mula..."Patty tried to remember the name.

"Muladhara. Very good. It's sense is smell." Aunt Claire closed her eyes and breathed in Patty's wet aroma again. She opened her blue eyes and locked them with Patty's. "Do you remember the sense of the second Chakra? Svadishthana?"

"Taste?" Patty heard herself saying.

Aunt Claire continued to stare into Patty's eyes with a smile and parted her lips. Patty watched as if this were happening to someone else, as Aunt Claire slowly stuck her tongue out and licked Patty's soaked underwear.

"Um. Tastes as good as it smells," said Aunt Claire. "Did you know women all taste slightly different? Even the same woman at different times of the month? Have you ever noticed?"

Patty shook her head.

"Here," said Claire. 

And she stood up from the bed and slipped her own yoga pants down to the middle of her thighs. The waist bit into her firm, shapely thighs as she widened her legs. Patty stood dumbstruck. Her Aunt was standing there with her pants pulled down and now she was sticking her hands in her crotch. And Patty was shocked to see her Aunt's pussy was totally hairless. No landing strip, no landscaping. Just a mound with two very prominent and very smooth labia majora. Patty watched in amazement as Aunt Claire parted her pussy lips with one hand and sunk the middle finger of her other hand up her pussy. Her Aunt made a little noise and closed her eyes as her finger disappeared up inside her. She slowly pulled it out - it was glistening with juices - and held it out to Patty.

Patty felt like she was in a dream. This couldn't be really happening.

"Eau de Claire," said Aunt Claire. "Taste."

Patty stood there like a statue. Her Aunt's finger was an inch from her mouth. She could smell the smell of her Aunt's pussy. It was definitely different than her own smell. Different, but not at all bad. Patty felt a flood of saliva in her mouth. Her own body was betraying her. She was involuntarily salivating at the sweet smell of her Aunt's pussy.

"Patty!" her Aunt reprimanded her sharply. "Taste."

Patty slowly opened her mouth and touched her tongue to her Aunt's finger. Her nostrils flared. It tasted good, rich and fragrant. Patty leaned forward and took her Aunt's finger in her mouth and sucked it. It was so different than her own pussy juice. More complex. And thicker. Patty wanted to suck every drop down. Maybe this wasn't really happening, so it was okay what she was doing and she didn't really have to feel bad about it. It did feel unreal.


U&A Day 01 Pt. 01



"Ohhh, that's my good girl," Aunt Claire crooned. "Now...you."

Patty knew what her Aunt wanted. She reached down and swabbed her middle finger up and down her messy slit. She held it up to Aunt Claire. Aunt Claire stared into Patty's eyes and sucked Patty's finger deep into her mouth. Patty could feel Aunt Claire's tongue caressing up and down her finger. Aunt Claire moaned and Patty could feel the vibration up her arm.

"Eau de Patrice! God, you taste good," said Aunt Claire breathlessly. "If that boy, Brad, isn't going down on you...he's a fool."

Aunt Claire pulled up her yoga pants and gave Patty's firm bare butt a smack with her free hand. "Now put on your bathing suit and I'll throw these in the wash."

As she watched Aunt Claire gracefully walk out, Patty wondered whether any of that had really happened. But she could still smell Aunt Claire's sweet fragrance on her upper lip. And she knew it was real. She shucked off her sports bra and started looking through her luggage for her bathing suit. 

She was struck by the thought this was how Cousin Nate was less than an hour ago. Standing naked looking for a bathing suit. She glanced up at the full length window of her room. Nope. No peeping toms. Just the sunlight glinting off the pool's wavelets. And the blue Pacific beyond that down the Canyon. This all felt like a dream. She was definitely not in Connecticut anymore.



U&A Day 01 Pt. 02



2 college bound cousins summer break with Aunt & Uncle

Nate followed Uncle Garner back up the steep path from the beach, tired but exhilarated. The water had been much colder than the Atlantic beaches he was used to. But he had caught a few waves and Uncle Garner had given him so pointers that upped his bodysurfer game. 

He and Uncle Garner flopped down at the table at the edge of the deck under a small palapa. Sunlight glinted off the ocean below. The canyon breeze was dry. He could feel the salt drying tight on his skin. It sure beat hanging around the 'burbs back in New York for the summer, the heat, the humidity.

And then there was Aunt Claire coming across the deck. She was carrying a tray of food and her hips swayed hypnotically from side to side as she walked. His cousin Patty trailed behind with an ice bucket of Heinekens. Her tight little gymnast body was barely concealed by a black bikini. He marveled at the clench of her well-developed quads as she walked towards them. Not bad for a little stuck up cousin from Connecticut.

"Ain't this the life," sighed Uncle Garner with a smile.

Yes. Yes, it was.

Over fresh gazpacho and quesadillas they chatted about upcoming college, Aunt Claire's relief trip to Nepal and a hike Uncle Garner had planned for them tomorrow in the local mountains high above L.A.

Nate was taking a sip off of his second cold Heineken when his noticed his Aunt's long fingers restlessly moving up his Uncle Garner's thigh. He tried not to stare as her fingertips ran up Uncle Garner's inner thigh and then caressed the bulge of Uncle Garner's ballsack before running up his obviously lengthening rod. Nate glanced up to see Aunt Claire staring at him with a smile. He choked on his beer.

"Are you all right, Nate?" Aunt Claire asked sweetly. "Can I get you something?" All the while continuing to stroke Uncle Garner's gathering erection.

"I...I'm okay," Nate managed.

"Easy there, champ," said Patty, taking another swig.

"Slow down, buddy," said his Uncle Garner. "There's plenty more." He turned to his wife. "Great food, honey."

Uncle Garner leaned over and kissed Aunt Claire on the lips. Nate saw his tongue go into Aunt Claire's mouth. There was a sharp intake of breath, then her tongue fought back.

Nate and Patty sat, watching awkwardly, until their Aunt and Uncle finally broke their kiss.

"Well," began Uncle Garner, catching his breath, "how about we get you kids some more beers."

"Oh...uh," Nate began.

"I'm good," said Patty.

But Uncle Garner was already standing up and taking Aunt Claire's hand. She put her arm around Uncle Garner's waist as they walked off to the house, leaning against each other.

"Be right back," said Uncle Garner, over his shoulder.

Nate and Patty looked at each other wide eyed. Patty stifled a laugh.

"Did you see that?" Nate asked.

"Them macking on each other? How could I miss it?" replied Patty. "I thought Aunt Claire was going to swallow his tongue."

"No," said Nate. "She was practically giving him a handjob under the table."

Patty's eyes widened.

"Get out!" she cried, incredulously.

"Swear to god."

"You don't think they're going to..." Patty stopped. Yes, she did. The image of Aunt Claire's bald pussy came to her unbidden.

Nate raised his eyebrows and smiled as he took another swig. 

They heard laughter tinkling from the house. Then a low feminine moan.

Nate and Patty exchanged a look. No. They were actually hearing their Aunt and Uncle doing it! 

There was silence. Then a low grunt of pleasure - Uncle Garner. 

Nate could feel heat come to his face and his heartbeat began to pound. Patty glanced at him nervously. He could see the flush in her face. They knew they shouldn't be listening. And it was doubly embarrassing listening with one's own cousin there.

"Awkward," said Patty taking a nervous swig. 

They smiled. Then they heard Aunt Claire cry out softly in a high voice. And a groan. Then Aunt Claire's cries became rhythmic. And they could hear guttural grunting.

Patty silently mouthed, "oh my god."

The two cousins sat there in silence, listening. A soft breeze from the Pacific passed up the canyon. Patty looked down at the fine down on her forearms rise in goosebumps. She shivered. Nate's small man nipples hardened involuntarily. Patty noticed and thought for a moment of telling Nate about Aunt Claire. And what had happened. But what had happened? Nothing really. And it was between her and Aunt Claire. Girl stuff.

Patty looked over at Nate. He was looking back toward the house, focused on the sounds of lovemaking. Patty could see he was breathing through his mouth. She realized so was she. And she was wet again. Way wet. She glanced down at Nate's board shorts. Oh my god, she thought. Nate was sporting a woody. She could see his organ pressing against the fabric. She looked up to see him looking at her.

"Looks like someone's getting a little excited," she teased.

"What the fuck, Patty," Nate replied. "Not my fault. I bet you're turned on too."

Patty blushed. She could picture Aunt Claire naked sprawled on the bed. She had already seen her pussy and ass. And firm thighs. And tasted her. There was that wetness again. And she could imagine Uncle Garner...standing next to the bed - where Patty had stood - Uncle Garner holding Aunt Claire's legs up in the air by her ankles as he pounded into her.

"None of your business," Patty replied, dropping her eyes. She was glad Nate couldn't see what she was thinking. God, she wanted to play with her pussy! While listening to Aunt Claire get fucked, she thought.

The cries became louder. If it had been an aria it would be reaching its climax. And then Aunt Claire did. She let out one long cry. Then they could hear again the low rhythmic grunting of their Uncle. And then with it they could hear Aunt Claire's voice. Not what she was saying, not the words. Just something low and insistent. Almost like a chant. And slapping sounds and then a choked, almost startled yell. And low feminine laughter.

Nate and Patty looked at each other, guiltily. Nate leaned forward and clinked the neck of his beer bottle against Patty's. 

"Cheers."

And broke the awkwardness. Patty grinned and mock-wiped her brow.

"Is it hot out here or is it just me?" she asked.

A few minutes later Uncle Garner came out of the house in his board shorts carrying the promised beers. 

"Here you go, guys," he said, setting the Heinekens down in the ice bucket. He let out a satisfied sigh. "Hey, Nate, how about us guys hit the sauna. Great for the pores. Sweat some of the salt off you." 

"Uh...okay," Nate agreed.

"Have some guy time," Uncle Garner said. He looked over to Patty, and they locked eyes. 

Patty wanted to feel embarrassed, about what she and Nate had just heard, about her own thoughts, but she didn't. She liked the way her Uncle made her feel. She didn't care about the rest. She met his gaze and smiled.

"Give the girls some girl time. I'm sure you and Aunt Claire have a lot more to discuss," said Uncle Garner.

A lot more? Did he know? What did he know? Patty felt herself redden. Uncle Garner smiled and turned back to Nate.

Patty watched Nate get up sheepishly, his board shorts slightly tented, and follow Uncle Garner to a small wooden building next to the pool. She turned to see Aunt Claire come out of the house. She wore a flowing silk robe, deep blue like her eyes. She walked up to Patty and smiled.

"I hope we didn't disturb you two." She lay her hand on Patty's shoulder. "I'm told I get quite loud." 

"That's...that's okay," Patty said, smiling up at her Aunt. What would pop out of Aunt Claire's mouth next?, Patty wondered. Or her own mouth for that matter. It must be the jetlag, she thought. Making her loopy.

"Come on. Let's go sit by the pool." Aunt Claire smiled and walked off, her buttocks shifting languidly beneath the silk with each step.

Patty took a last swig of her beer and followed.

* * *

The first thing Uncle Garner did when he walked into the small sauna was strip off his board shorts. He lay them on the raised wooden bench along the wall and sat down on them. 

"Go on, take those off, Nate," Uncle Nate directed. "You don't wear a bathing suit in a sauna. What would the Finns think? And use it to sit on. The wood gets hot."

"Uh...okay," said Nate, uneasily. He didn't want Uncle Garner to see his erection. Even if it had gone down some. Too many questions. Like, why he had one in the first place. Oh, because Patty and I were listening to you and Aunt Claire screw. Oh, and I think Aunt Claire is hot. Yeah. More like too many answers.

Nate half-turned awkwardly and wrestled his shorts. He managed to get seated while holding his hands modestly over his semi-tumescent member.

Uncle Nate sat there with his own dick hanging in the breeze like it was no big thing. Actually, it was a some what big thing. Nate could see it was thicker than his own. And was glistening. From Aunt Claire?!? He tried to stifle the thought as he felt his own dick start to rise again.

"So, Nate, what are your plans?"

"What? About what?"

"I know you're just going in to your freshman year, but do you have a major in mind?"

"I...I'm taking my requirements...but I want to major, I think, in communications. Maybe some business."

"Penn's got a good communications department. Just keep your options open. You don't always know where things will lead, Nate. Take things as they come," advised Uncle Garner, wiping sweat from his brow. "That's something I learned from your Aunt Claire."

Aunt Claire, thought Nate. Just when his cock was starting to go down.

* * *

At the pool, Aunt Claire pulled a small dark bottle from her beach bag. She looked down at Patty sitting on her chaise lounge.

"Be a dear and put some oil on for me," she said to Patty.

"Sure, Aunt Claire," said Patty.

Aunt Claire handed the oil to Patty, turned and let her robe drop to the deck. She stood in front of Patty, in all her naked glory, smiled and settled face down on her own chaise lounge next to Patty.

Patty blinked. She looked at her Aunt's nude form spread out before her. She poured some of the oil into one palm. It smelled nutty and rich.

"Sesame oil," said Aunt Claire. "It's used in Aruvedic medicine."

Aunt Claire reached back with one hand and pulled her long light brown hair to one side. Patty sat down on the edge of her Aunt's chair and began to rub the oil on her Aunt's exposed nape. Her skin was surprisingly soft and evenly tanned from the nape of her neck down her muscled back all the way to her well-shaped feet. As Patty rubbed in the oil she pushed with her thumbs on her Aunt's trapezius muscles between the neck and shoulder like her gymnastics coach used to do. Her Aunt sighed and smiled.

"Ummm. You have strong hands, Patty."

Patty smiled. It felt good to make her Aunt feel good. Patty began to feel less self-conscious about her Aunt's nudity. Patty wished she could feel that confident just splayed out all naked for the world to see. Aunt Claire seemed so comfortable in her body. Patty worked the oil down the sleek muscles of her Aunt's back. She had to admit, her Aunt had a pretty hot body for a woman her age. She had to be, what?, thirty-seven? Almost forty? Twice Patty's age at least. Her Aunt's soft skin and muscles felt so different than when she had put lotion on her boyfriend's back. Patty loved the feel of a guy's body, but her Aunt's felt sexy in a different way. Built more for comfort.

Patty had worked her way down to Aunt Claire's lower back. She got to her Aunt's shapely round buttocks. Well, no reason to stop now. She began to rub the oil into the great toned swells of her Aunt's glutes, when she was startled by her Aunt's moan.

"Mmmm, Patty. You do that so well," Aunt Claire enthused dreamily.

Patty continued working on her Aunt's cheeks, and there was something rather exciting about it. Something a little forbidden. And then Aunt Claire parted her legs with a sigh, stretching out her feet in a V until her naked thigh was pressed up against Patty's and Patty could see right down the crack of her Aunt's hairless pussy. Patty worked down to her Aunt's upper thigh, trying to stay business-like but could not help staring at her Aunt's hairless pussy lips. They were swollen and plump and, as Patty watched, a white dribble leaked from between them and ran down her Aunt's smooth mound.

Patty didn't know whether to say anything. Ignore it? She kneaded her Aunt's hamstrings. Aunt Claire murmured and clenched and unclenched her pelvic muscles, and another gob was forced out before Patty's amazed eyes.

"Uh...Aunt Claire...I think..." Patty hesitated.

"What is it dear?" Aunt Claire asked.

"You're...I think I got...maybe some oil..."

Aunt Claire turned over, propping herself up on one elbow. Her breasts were bigger than Patty's, more like a C-cup. And the nipples stood out like thick erasers. Patty was mesmerized. Aunt Claire parted her thighs and looked down at her crotch.

"Oh, dear," she said, reaching down and scooping up a fingerfull of the pearly liquid. She smiled at Patty. "Your Uncle Garner." She held out her finger to Patty. "Taste," she commanded.

Patty stared at the viscous smear of semen on her Aunt's finger. She knew she should be utterly revolted by the offering. She knew how her mother would have reacted. She knew what all of her friends from high school would have said, "Yuck! Gross me out!" But Patty wasn't in high school anymore. And she had swallowed Brad's spunk willingly many times. It hadn't tasted great. But she didn't mind doing it. And Brad thought she was fantastic for doing it.

But this was Uncle Garner's cum and it had dripped out of Aunt Claire's well-fucked pussy. That should make a difference. And it did. It made Patty want to taste it even more and swallow it down. The idea of her Uncle's cum in her mouth and stomach excited her. And she already knew what Aunt Claire's pussy juice tasted like and it tasted good.

Patty opened her mouth, closed her eyes and leaned forward toward her Aunt's finger, her heart beating fast.

"Open your eyes!" her Aunt barked sharply. "I want to see you taste it."

Patty's eyes snapped open. Sitting there, mouth open, staring into Aunt Claire's eyes, Patty felt exposed, vulnerable. She couldn't hide inside her head or pretend she was all by herself and no one would know what she was doing. Aunt Claire knew. Aunt Claire wanted her to eat Uncle Garner's cum off her finger. The cum from Aunt Claire's beautiful, bald pussy. And at that moment Patty felt something melt inside; perhaps an unkinking of her kundalini at the second chakra.

Looking deeply into Aunt Claire's eyes, Patty took her Aunt's finger into her mouth. She closed her lips around her Aunt's long, delicate finger and gently sucked. The cum tasted a little sweet with an acrid finish. She swallowed it down and saw pleasure in her Aunt's eyes. And Patty knew at that moment what she wanted to do more than anything else was please her Aunt. Whatever it took. She wanted to know she was making her dear sweet Aunt happy.

"That's a good girl," Aunt Claire cooed, as she felt Patty dutifully continue to suck.

Patty's heart swelled. Aunt Claire was happy.

* * *

Nate too was thinking of Aunt Claire. Or trying not to, as he sat in the sauna with his hands covering his semi-erection.

"So, Nate," Uncle Garner continued. "You have many girlfriends in High School?"

"Oh...a few," Nate offered.

"Five?...Ten?," Uncle Garner asked.

"Uh...like I think five. I mean I guess it depends on how you define 'girlfriend.'"

"The ones you had sex with," Uncle Garner specified.

Nate paused. In his mind he saw Mindy's black hair spread across her pillow in her darkened bedroom trying to keep quiet because her parents were home, Beth lying on his coat in the woods with the sun dappling her large, firm breasts...Katy...He smiled. His girlfriend Katy on her bed on all fours, the afternoon sun highlighting her blonde hair, his hips slapping against her firm, white buttocks.

Dammit, he thought. Now he had serious wood. He pressed his stiff boner against his sweaty belly with his hands.

"We're not counting just oral. Or handjobs," Uncle Garner qualified.

"Uh...three," Nate responded, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably on the wooden bench.

"Three. That's a good number," said his Uncle. "You have a current girlfriend?"

"Yes. Katy. She's going to NYU in the fall. We'll be able to see each other on weekends."

"The reason I ask," Uncle Garner continued," You're off to college in the fall. You...you both...have a chance to meet a lot of new people. More than you'd ever meet back in Dobbs Ferry. I'm not saying this Katy might not be the girl for you. What I'm saying is college is a time of opportunities. An opportunity to find out more about yourself too.

"I met your Aunt Claire later in life. I don't know if you know I was married once before. I didn't really know what I wanted with my first marriage. I didn't really know myself. I was lucky. I was blessed the day I met Claire." Uncle Garner's eyes took on a faraway look. "She is the total package."

Uncle Garner paused. Nate noticed with astonishment Uncle Garner's member coming to life and begin to inch up Uncle Garner's thigh. It was like watching a snake move, a pulsing, veiny snake. Nate stared fascinated.

Uncle Garner looked down at his growing erection and laughed.

"And she's a great fuck." He looked over at Nate with a smile. "She gets me hard just thinking about her." He lightly stroked his fingers over his cock and balls. "She is a great fuck and she loves to fuck. You should hear her when..."he paused. "Well, I guess you and Patty already have."

Nate nodded, embarrassed, but couldn't take his eyes off his Uncle's stiffening erection.

"Nate, what I'm trying to tell you is play the field a little. You're a good catch. You're young, you're good looking, smart, athletic. And there are a lot of young women who would love to get their hot little hands on you and that cock you're trying so hard to hide."

Nate grinned in spite of himself.

"Don't be modest. Getting a hard on is one of the great privileges of manhood." He waved his swollen cock by the base. "I am man, see my hard on!"

Nate laughed and took his hands away from his lap. His own erection sprang free in the heated air. 

"And that is a nice hard on you have there, Nate. Ask your Aunt Claire. She hasn't stopped talking about it since she caught you bare ass naked this morning. That's all she was talking about when I was fucking her."

Uncle Garner was slowly running his closed fist up and down his cock now. Nate watched mesmerized. Was Uncle Garner actually jacking off?

"She was saying,'Nate's cock looks so beautiful. I want to feel how firm it is. I want to taste his cum.'"

Nate's cock jumped involuntarily.

Uncle Garner chuckled.

"Yeah, I feel the same way. Your Aunt Claire is a hot piece. Especially when she talks dirty. Just look at me," he said showing Nate his dick. "I came twenty minutes ago and she's got me hard again just thinking of her. Feel," he said offering Nate his cock.

Nate shook his head. "That's okay."

"Go on. Don't be shy," urged Uncle Garner. He reached over and grabbed Nate's cock with his other hand. "Didn't you ever jerk off with your friends?" he asked.

Nate shut his eyes and gulped. His Uncle's hand squeezing his cock gently felt good. Between the beer and the superheated air of the sauna, Nate felt like he was floating. 

"Well...a few times," Nate admitted guiltily.

"Of course you did. Most guys have. They just don't admit it. Hell, me and a friend used to give each other blow jobs. To see what it would feel like when we had girlfriends."




U&A Day 01 Pt. 02



Uncle Garner began to work Nate's cock up and down.

"Damn, that's a nice cock," said Uncle Garner admiringly. "Here."

Uncle Garner took Nate's hand and placed it on his own massive erection.

"Feel that."

Nate squeezed Uncle Garner's cock. God, it did feel good. So hard, yet soft. And living, pulsing, so full of life.

Uncle Garner put his own hand over Nate's and began to move Nate's fist, matching the rhythm of his hand on Nate's cock. Nate moaned slightly under his breath.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Uncle Garner enthralled. "Your Katy give you blow jobs?"

Nate nodded, breathing heavily through his mouth. "Yeah."

He stared down at his hand pumping Uncle Garner's thick meat. It felt wrong, but Nate was so turned on by it. He felt guilty for enjoying it so much.

"You ever give a guy a blow job?" Uncle Garner asked.

Nate shook his head.

"Too bad your Aunt Claire isn't here. She would love to suck on that cock of yours."

Uncle Garner shifted, leaned over and slowly engulfed Nate's sensitive glans with his mouth. Nate gasped as he felt his Uncle's wet mouth moving up and down his shaft. As Uncle Garner got back to the top, he sucked on Nate's cockhead and swirled his tongue around and around the corona.

Nate started to buck his hips and Uncle Garner pulled away. He grabbed Nate's cock, slippery with saliva, and began to jerk it firmly as Nate moaned. Then Uncle Garner let go and stood up.

"Okay, buddy. Your turn."

Uncle Garner took a spot on the bench and spread his knees wide. Nate got unsteadily to his feet. He felt drunk on sex and he was aching to cum. He sunk to his knees between Uncle Garner's legs and found himself staring eye to eye with Uncle Garner's thick cock. It looked big and powerful, standing straight up from a full set of balls. The balls and area around the cock were hairless and smooth. Wax, shaving?, Nate wondered. He hesitated. It wasn't like he was gay, he thought. But Uncle Garner had just sucked him, it was only fair that he return the favor. And right now Nate was so horny he really didn't care how he got off.

"Go on," Uncle Garner urged. "Suck it. You can taste your Aunt's sweet pussy juices on it."

That did it. Nate closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He slid his mouth down his Uncle's shaft just like he remembered Katy doing to him. His Uncle let out a satisfied sigh and spread his legs wider.

Nate was surprised at how soft the spongy mushroom head was. And it tasted sweet. His nostrils flared at the familiar scent of pussy. Different than Katy's. But it was definitely pussy. Nate murmured in pleasure and slid his lips further down the veiny shaft.

"Open your eyes," his Uncle said softly.

Nate, his mouth stuffed with cock, looked up at his Uncle.

"I like to look into a cocksucker's eyes when my cock is in their mouth," Uncle Nate said in a low voice. "That feels real good. That cock taste good? You like the taste of your Aunt's pussy?"

"Mmm-mmm," was all Nate could manage around his Uncle's thick cock.

"She would love to see you right now...on your knees...sucking cock. You're a good cocksucker, Nate. Your Aunt would be proud." His Uncle's voice had taken on a dreamy quality. "That's it. Up and down. Aunt Claire loves to see guys sucking cock. It gets her so wet. She likes to put her nose right up close and watch while she rubs her clit and talks dirty."

His Uncle's voice was hypnotic. Nate slid his mouth up and down to the rhythm of the words. He felt lost in a world of heat and lust and the only thing that was real was his Uncle's hard cock in his mouth. Nate's scalp prickled with sweat and he could feel the sweat slide down his rib cage. There was no time or outside world. Just his mouth and his Uncle's cock.

"Sometimes I don't think she's even aware of what she's saying. It'll be 'suck that cock, cocksucker...swallow that jizz.' Things like that. Does Katy swallow?" Uncle Garner asked. "When I cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow it all."

Uncle Garner grabbed Nate's head in his hands and began to buck his hips, shoving his cock repeatedly up into Nate's mouth. Nate felt the cockhead pushing down his throat and began to gag. Tears spilled from his eyes. His Uncle pulled back and then began ramming again. He repeated this over and over. Nate didn't know how long this went on. Time lost all meaning. Nate lost track of time. His Uncle's swollen, baby-smooth balls shone with a thick slime of saliva in the heat. 

"Your mouth is so wet and hot, Nate. Like Aunt Claire's. Her mouth. And her little pussy. And her tight asshole." 

With that Uncle Garner began bucking even faster into Nate's stretched mouth.

"I'm going to cum," said Uncle Garner staring into Nate' shiny eyes. "Get ready to swallow my cum."

Uncle Garner thrust up one last time holding Nate's head tight. He grunted and his cock shot hot spurts of cum into the back of Nate's mouth. Nate swallowed desperately, trying to keep up with the jets of semen.

"Oh, that's it. Swallow it all like a good cocksucker," his Uncle urged.

Nate choked but managed to get it all down. His Uncle let go of Nate's head. Nate knelt sucking gently on his Uncle's now softening member. Nate sat back on his haunches, breathing hard from his first facefuck and his own excitement. He felt used. And that turned him on even more.

His Uncle smiled at him.

"Damn, that was good."

Nate grinned. He wasn't gay. He knew that. He liked chicks. But he had the taste of his Uncle's sperm in his mouth, and, in truth, it wasn't half-bad. It was kind of hot sucking a cock. Now he knew what it was like for Katy when she sucked him off. And he suddenly felt a renewed respect for her. God, so that's what it's like for chicks, he thought. Those little horndogs!



U&A Day 01 Pt. 03



2 college bound cousins summer break with Aunt & Uncle

"Your turn," said Aunt Claire. She stood up and patted the towel spread out on the lounge chair.

Patty lay down on the towel, her heart beating hard. Aunt Claire sat down on the edge of the chair and poured a dribble of oil on Patty's back. 

"Let's get this out of the way, shall we?" her Aunt murmured.

Patty felt her Aunt's hands unsnap her bikini top, then pull the straps off of her shoulders.

Patty wanted to object. What if Nate came out of the sauna, she thought. But Aunt Claire seemed determined. She worked the straps down until Patty had to raise up on one elbow at a time for Aunt Claire to remove the top completely. Aunt Claire folded it neatly and laid it on the ground.

"That's better," Aunt Claire declared.

Patty tried to pull her arms to her sides to hide the sides of her breasts, but Aunt Claire carefully rearranged Patty's arms so they lay straight by her sides, palms up.

Then her Aunt's hands began to massage the oil into Patty's neck and shoulders. Patty closed her eyes with a sigh and felt her tensions dissolve. 

After a few minutes, Aunt Claire shifted, throwing one leg over Patty, and sat down astride Patty's buttocks. Patty was acutely aware that her Aunt was naked and that, but for Patty's skimpy bikini bottom, Aunt Claire's bald pussy would be pressing right against Patty's firm ass. 

Then Aunt Claire began to work Patty's back in long, smooth strokes, pausing to knead muscles and kinks as she found them. And Patty forgot about everything. It was heaven. Patty sighed and settled into the towel. She could stay like this all day, she thought.

Aunt Claire's oiled hands worked lower and lower until she was carefully kneading Patty's lower back and Patty was drifting in bliss. Until Aunt Claire reached Patty's butt cleft.

"Lift," Aunt Claire commanded as she hooked her fingers into the top of Patty's bikini bottom and began tugging it down Patty's firm, round ass.

Patty bit her lip and complied. And Patty's last vestige of modesty was folded up neatly on the deck.

Aunt Claire pulled Patty's ankles apart in a wide V, then sat down, straddling Patty's thigh. Now Patty could feel her Aunt's pussy sliding along the back of her thigh. It felt wet and slippery and Patty could feel her own juices began to drool out. 

Aunt Claire oiled Patty's butt cheeks and began working them, kneading and stretching them like dough. She moved them in circles, then parted them, then pressed them tight together. Aunt Claire paused, pushed one meaty cheek aside and dribbled oil down Patty's ass from her cleft to her tiny, puckered, pink asshole.

Patty's eyes opened in surprise and the next moment Aunt Claire was working the oil firmly up and down Patty's ass with her hand. Her other hand slipped between Patty's thighs and palmed Patty's vulva.

"Oh, you are a wet on," Aunt Claire remarked with a smile. "I could just eat you up."

Patty was about to say something - later she could not remember what - when her Aunt began to rub the muscular ring of her asshole with one well-oiled thumb and slipped her other thumb right up Patty's little cunt. Patty gasped, her torso rising up in surprise. 

"Relax, honey," said Aunt Claire soothingly.

Her Aunt began to move her thumb in Patty's pussy then slowly pushed her other thumb against Patty's little pucker. Patty cried out as Aunt Claire's thumb slipped past her sphincter and up into Patty's slick insides.

Patty sunk her face into the towel as waves of pleasure washed over her. She felt stretched and hot and wet. And it was yummy. The sun on her skin. Her Aunt's thumbs moving inside her.

A shadow fell over her face. She opened her eyes. Her Uncle Garner stood over them. Patty could only see him in silhouette, but she could tell he was naked. But so was she. And so was Aunt Claire. Who had her thumbs up Patty's holes.

"Hi Patty," said Uncle Garner softly.

"Uncle Garner," Patty whispered.

He turned to Aunt Claire.

"Claire-dear, may I borrow the oil?" he asked.

"Of course, honey," said Aunt Claire.

She softly pulled her thumb out of Patty's pussy and handed him the bottle of oil. He leaned down and they kissed. It was a long and tender kiss. Patty watched, her Aunt's thumb still in her ass, and felt more juices leak out of her pussy, but she didn't care. She felt like she was floating.

Uncle Garner walked away and Patty saw his cock in profile. It was thick and swinging freely, only half-hard. She imagined for a moment having that buried to the hilt in her pussy, her legs wrapped around her Uncle's thick waist.

Aunt Claire leaned down, her long hair tickling Patty's shoulder, and whispered into Patty's ear.

"Let's go get cleaned up, shall we?" she said softly, and kissed Patty on the shoulder.

Aunt Claire slid her thumb out of Patty's asshole and, taking Patty's hand, led her naked toward the house.

* * *

Uncle Garner came back into the sauna to find Nate slowly caressing his cock.

"Now, Nate, I told you you'd have to wait," Uncle Garner admonished.

Nate dropped his hands.

"We're going to play a little game called 'Uncle Says,'" Uncle Garner continued.

He opened the bottle of sesame oil and poured some on his index and middle fingers as Nate watched.

"Let's begin," he said. "Uncle says get on your elbow and knees."

As Nate scrambled to comply, Uncle Garner stepped up behind him, rubbing his oiled fingers together.

"Uncle says spread your cheeks."

Nate pressed his head to the bench, reached back and spread his ass cheeks.

Uncle Garner looked at the tight, virgin knot surrounded by hair.

"Uncle Garner, I...I thought I heard noise...someone cry out," said Nate.

"Noise? Oh, that was your cousin," responded Uncle Garner, rubbing the outside ring of Nate's asshole with oil.

"Is...what happened?," Nate asked.

"What happened?" Uncle Garner paused. "Your Aunt Claire did this."

Nate felt his Uncle's finger slide up his virgin asshole. He gasped. His erection bounced in response. His Uncle began moving his finger in and out of Nate's clenched o-ring. Nate squinted his eyes shut. It felt weird, but he was getting used to it and now it was turning to a strange pleasure.

"Jerk yourself off," his Uncle commanded.

Nate reached for his swollen, aching cock.

Uncle Garner slipped a second finger up Nate's tight, hot channel. It stung for a moment and Nate dropped his hand to the bench to steady himself.

"Ah! I didn't say 'Uncle says,'" Uncle Garner reprimanded.

Nate moaned in pleasure and frustration.

He felt his Uncle's fingers sawing away in his ass, going deep, deep. He was breathing hard, his Uncle was breathing hard, and he could feel something building. He felt like he had to pee. His balls tightened into a hard knot. He heard someone yelling. Everything went dark for a moment and he felt a hot spurt of semen hit his face. His cock, unbidden, was erupting in jets of sperm. It sprayed the hot wood beneath him. It had been his voice he had heard yelling, he dimly realized as his Uncle's fingers slipped out of his asshole and he collapsed sated on his stomach into puddles of his own cum.

"That a boy," his Uncle Garner said, smiling. "Feel better?"

And Nate did.

* * *

The hot spray and steam felt soothing and Patty stood docilely while her Aunt lathered her with soap. Her Aunt began soaping Patty's breasts. Patty's nipples tightened into hard, sensitive knots. Aunt Claire circled them gently with her palms. Patty closed her eyes and her mouth opened in a sigh. Aunt Claire bent down and put her mouth over Patty's. Patty's eyes fluttered open in surprise but then closed again in a moan as Aunt Claire's tongue slipped into her mouth and Aunt Claire's fingers stole into her crotch between her lips. Patty parted her thighs to give her Aunt better access to her cunt. Patty was dizzy with the heat and her Aunt's insistent tongue and fingers. Aunt Claire pulled away. Patty whimpered in disappointment.

"Turn around," Aunt Claire murmured.

Patty did as she was told. The water beat down on her face.

"Spread your legs," her Aunt commanded.

Then Patty could feel Aunt Claire's erect nipples and soft breasts press into her back. Aunt Claire's hands were on Patty's breasts. Aunt Claire's lips were on her neck sucking. Then one of Aunt Claire's hands was between Patty's thighs from behind. Patty felt her clit being teased, her lips opened, her asshole caressed.

"Oh, please," Patty begged. And what she had really meant was make me cum, do whatever you will with me, Aunt Claire, I am yours.

And Aunt Claire knew.

Aunt Claire probed her, loosened her. Two fingers were up her pussy, a thumb pushed up her asshole. Aunt Claire held Patty tight to her chest with one arm clutching Patty's breast from behind and steadily fingerfucked Patty's holes.

Patty was open. Patty was vulnerable and at her Aunt's mercy. Patty loved it.

The fingerfucking increased in tempo. Patty's breath became ragged. Her legs trembled.

And then she cried out. Her eyes scrunched up tight as if in pain and she shuddered out the orgasm that overtook her. Her asshole clamped down rhythmically on Aunt Claire's invading thumb which only made the contractions in her pelvis that much more intense. Patty screamed and lost her balance and would have fallen, if not for her Aunt's strong embrace.

Patty let her Aunt wrap her in a towel and dry her off like she was a precious pet. Then Aunt Claire led Patty to the bed, stripped off the comforter and laid Patty on her back with her feet still on the floor. 

Aunt Claire sank to the floor onto her knees between Patty's legs. She put a hand on each of Patty's thighs and spread her wider. Patty looked down between her legs and saw her Aunt's face approaching her pussy. Her Aunt looked up at her with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

And then Aunt Claire's mouth was on her. Patty let out a hiss as she felt her Aunt's lips and tongue gently nibbling on her. She writhed on the bed. She grabbed the sheets. Her Aunt's tongue was bathing her slit and her pussy began to overflow again. Patty could hear her Aunt lapping and sucking and swallowing her juices as if she was dying of thirst. And Patty didn't feel embarrassed for once. For once she felt proud. Proud that she could make her Aunt happy.

"Please?" Patty pleaded. "Please, Aunt Claire?"

Aunt Claire pulled away from Patty's pussy. Her chin and cheeks glistened with Patty's juices.

"In the bedroom, call me 'Claire,'" she said in a low sexy voice.

Patty felt a thrill in her stomach. She knew that this would not be the last time in Aunt Claire's bedroom.

"Please?" Patty asked again. "Please...Claire?"

Aunt Claire smiled, got up and lay down on Patty between her legs. Patty felt Aunt Claire's long nipples tease and press into Patty's swollen nubs. Aunt Claire's smooth, plump labia pressed against Patty's messy pussy. Aunt Claire leaned down, her eyes shining. Her light caramel hair fell in a curtain around Patty's face. And they kissed. Patty tasted herself on her Aunt's tongue and lips. They stared into each other's eyes as they kissed. There was no hiding from each other. From what they were doing. From what they wanted. Patty brought her legs up and wrapped them around her Aunt's waist, pressing her cunt lips to her Aunt's. 

Aunt Claire rose up with a smile. She worked her way up Patty's body until she was straddling Patty's head and she was looking down into Patty's skyblue eyes. Looking up, Patty could see her Aunt's smile, the way her full breasts hung down so sexy, the moisture weeping from her Aunt's beautiful pussy. It looked like a ripe peach.

And then Aunt Claire lowered her cunt onto Patty's waiting mouth.

Patty moaned as she tasted her Aunt's juices. She speared her tongue into her Aunt's warm, wet tunnel. The soft, plump labia slid along Patty's cheeks spreading their fragrant perfume. Patty's nose slid in the folds and notched against her Aunt's clit. 

"Oooh, baby, that's it. Sweet Patty, eat me, baby," her Aunt cooed, and, grabbing handfuls of Patty's soft, blonde hair, began to rock her hips on Patty's face. "Lick me clean, honey. Your Uncle's spunk, baby. Clean it out."

Patty wasn't sure if any of Uncle Garner's spunk was left but she hoped there was. She grabbed a cheekfull of her Aunt's ass in each hand and licked and sucked hungrily at her Aunt's pussyhole. Her Aunt leaned back and slid her hips forward and thrust her asshole onto Patty's tongue. Patty didn't hesitate. She thrust her tongue into her Aunt's tight backhole. Her nose slid into her Aunt's pussy. The smells were intoxicating. Her Aunt grunted and continued to thrust her ass on Patty's tongue. Her Aunt's ass tasted different than her pussy; not as sweet, a little bitter. But Patty found to her surprise, all in all, not bad. Patty had never before even thought of doing such a thing. But now, here she was, eating her Aunt's ass and Patty's gushing pussy made it clear that Patty loved it.

Aunt Claire pulled off of Patty's tongue and placed her clit on Patty's lips. Patty sucked it gently. Her Aunt hissed and bit her bottom lip. Patty reached between her Aunt's thighs from behind and wet a finger. As her Aunt began rocking on Patty's mouth, Patty insinuated her finger up her Aunt's wet ass. Aunt Claire cried out and began thrusting harder.

Nate and Uncle Garner had walked across the deck, silently, in just their bathing suits.. There was no reason to talk. It was all good. Uncle Garner stopped at the sliding doors to the master bedroom. He stared and motioned to Nate with his hand.

Nate walked up alongside him to see what he was staring at so intently. He saw Aunt Claire naked on the bed on her knees. She was beautiful. Her head was reared back, her hair hanging down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in a drawn out cry. Her large, soft breasts bounced and wobbled with her spasms. She was having an orgasm right in front of them. Nate was spellbound by the sight.

And then he noticed, beneath his Aunt, his cousin Patty. Patty was on her back naked as a jaybird and Aunt Claire was sitting on Patty's face. Patty was eating Aunt Claire! He could see Patty's mouth glued to Aunt Claire's clit and Patty had one hand in Aunt Claire's ass.

Nate's heart hammered in his chest. He felt his sleepy cock stir in his bathing suit. Aunt Claire rode out her orgasm and then reached down and gently stroked Patty's hair. She was talking to Patty, but Nate couldn't hear the words. He saw Patty smile happily up at her Aunt.

Uncle Garner turned to Nate and smiled broadly.

"Aren't they something?" he sighed.

Aunt Claire looked up and saw them through the window. Her eyes locked with Nate's. He stood transfixed. And she smiled.



U&A Day 01 Pt. 04



2 college bound cousins summer break with Aunt & Uncle

That night Aunt Claire made dinner: fettucine with olive oil and garlic, hot, fat Italian sausage with sautéed green peppers and onions. Uncle Garner poured Chianti freely with a smile. They had marvelous, witty discussions about Kubrick vs. Tarantino, college dorms (what they'd be like) and the next day's hike in the San Gabriels, and nobody spoke about who had been sucking or fingerfucking whom.

Nate watched Aunt Claire over his wine glass and could not get the image out of his head: her naked riding his cousin Patty's face. His eyes flicked over to Patty. She was staring right back at him.

I know what you did, he thought.

I don't care, her eyes said right back at him.

He raised his glass to her. His stuck up little, preppy New England cousin would never cease to amaze him. You just cannot judge a book by its cover.

She raised her glass back and smiled sweetly. Right back at you, coz. Technically he's from the burbs not "The City," Patty thought to herself, but like all New Yorkers they always think they're better than everyone else. 

"We should all turn in a little early tonight," Uncle Garner said, rising to his feet. "You two are three time zones ahead of us Californians and we're going to have an early start tomorrow. It's an hour and a half drive to the trailhead."

* * *

Nate lay in bed in his boxers. He couldn't get the day's events out of his head. He'd sucked off his Uncle and watched his cousin eat out his Aunt. Was he freaked out? Not really. But he was getting hard again just thinking about it.

He looked down at his erection tenting his boxers. He wondered why he had bothered with boxers at all. Everyone in the house had already seen everyone else naked at least once today.

Fuck it, he thought, and pulled his boxers down and off. His cock sprang free. He wrapped his fist around it and closed his eyes. 

Aunt Claire's pussy sliding over little Patty's mouth. It was hairless he remembered. And Aunt Claire's plump labia had been shiny with juices and saliva. Aunt Claire's face relaxed in ecstasy.

Nate slowly ran his fist up and down his rigid shaft.

His cousin's little cunt, topped with a dark blonde thatch, peeking out between her muscular thighs. His cousin's hand moving rhythmically, fingerfucking Aunt Claire's shapely ass.

Nate began to pump faster on his hard cock. His stomach muscles clenched. He was close.

The feel of his Uncle's soft cockhead pushing at the back of his mouth. The hot spurts of cum filling his mouth to overflow.

Nate could feel his own cream start from his balls...

His Aunt Claire's relaxed post-orgasmic smile sitting atop his cousin Patty's face and reaching down between her own slim muscular thighs to tenderly smooth Patty's silky blonde hair. 

Oh, he was going to...

There was a knock on the door.

Nate froze, his cockhead red and straining, ready to launch. He dropped his cock and hastily pulled the sheets up to his stomach.

"Yes?" he called tremulously, trying to get his voice under control.

Without waiting for an invitation, his Aunt Claire opened the door and looked in.

"I saw the light. I thought you were awake. May I come in?" she asked, her long, light chestnut hair glowing in the lamplight.

"Uh...I," Nate was torn between civility and desire. Or more accurately, between wanting to finish himself off thinking about his Aunt Claire and wanting to actually spend time with Aunt Claire.

Aunt Claire took his hesitation as an invitation. Or, more precisely, ignored it. She walked in, her red silk robe flowing gracefully around her curves with each step, and sat down on the edge of Nate's bed.

"I wanted to talk with you," she said. She placed a slim hand on his thigh. He would feel its warmth through the thin sheets. Like mercury he could feel a sluggish pulse of pre-cum from his aborted jack off session rising up his shaft.

A lot has gone on today, Nate," she continued. "And I just want you to be comfortable. As our guest."

How could she not notice the tent he was making in the sheets? The pre-cum wept ouf of his cockhead and caused a dark blossom on the sheet.

"I know we haven't spent much time together since you've arrived. You've been hanging with your Uncle and I've been doing girl things with Patty."

Aunt Claire's fingertips strayed to his inner thigh as she spoke, grazing his straining ballsack, and set off sparks in the back of his head.

"I didn't want you to feel...left out. Like I was avoiding you." She looked deep into his eyes. "I know Uncle Garner told you what I was saying. He tells me everything, you know."

"What...what you were saying?" Nate stumbled over his words. He could hardly think with his Aunt's hand unconsciously teasing him. Could she mean...

Her eyes left his and settled on the spreading stain on the sheet.

"About your cock. How I've been dying to see your cock again," Aunt Claire said. She looked back up to Nate's eyes. 

She said "cock" like she was in love with the word. Nate's heart hammered in his chest.

"May I?" she asked innocently, reaching a hand out to the sheet.

Nate nodded dumbly, afraid to do anything to break the moment.

Aunt Claire smiled warmly and pulled the sheet slowly down Nate's body. When his cock sprang free she "oohed" in appreciation.

Nate watched her, a beautiful grown woman, stare at it in unabashed fascination as it pulsed with his heartbeat. He felt a strange surge of masculine pride.

"Oh, that is pretty, Nate," she said admiringly. She put a delicate hand around it and squeezed gently.

Nate groaned and the pre-cum in his cock slit overflowed. A clear drop wept down the shaft onto Aunt Claire's fingers. She gave a few short tugs and more poured out. She looked up at him and grinned happily.

"Oh, I like that," she said. "Were you being a busy boy before I knocked?"

Her eyes sparkled mischievously. He could have looked into those intense blue eyes all night. Especially with her hand around his erection. Nate nodded.

"What were you thinking about, Nate? While you were pumping this gorgeous piece of cock?"

She started moving her fist firmly up and down his shaft as she talked.

Nate was, at first, at a loss for words. He was so close to cumming. And here was his sexy, beautiful Aunt sitting in front of him handling his cock like in some wet dream.

"You," he finally managed. "I was thinking...of you."

"Me? Really? I...I'm flattered. What were you thinking about me."

She continued her slow pumping of his erection, while staring into his eyes.

"You...and Patty...You...sitting on Patty's face. And...your smile."

Aunt Claire laughed. It tinkled like the carefree melody of wind chimes in a summer breeze.

"Oh, Nate. You..." she sighed dreamily. "You are quite a special young man. Most guys would have said my tits or my pussy or something like that. But you...you're so sweet. You make me all drippy and warm inside."

"Your smile...It...you looked so sexy. Like you were really into it. Like you..."

"Like I like to get nasty," Aunt Claire stated, staring deep into Nate's eyes. "Like I loved riding Patty's face? Patty is such a little minx. I loved sucking her little cunt." 

"Aunt Claire..." Nate groaned. "I...think..."

Aunt Claire stopped moving her hand and waited. More pre-cum flowed out of Nate's pounding erection onto Aunt Claire's fingers. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked up his flow.

"Mmmm. Sweet!" she enthused.

She reached out and ran her fingertips up Nate's stomach muscles. They stroked through his sparse chest hair and caressed one of his small nipples. He murmured in pleasure. She smiled at him.

"The girls tell you what a sexy body you have?" she asked. Her palm brushed down his body, avoiding his straining cock and rubbed his balls.

"And such nice big balls," Aunt Claire said with awe. "Just full of baby batter."

She slipped her hand under his swollen sack and hefted it as if she was picking out an orange in the produce aisle. She squeezed gently, watching Nate writhe in pleasure.

"So firm," she purred.

With her other hand she began to jack him again. The clear fluid flowed in a steady stream down his shaft. Her hand began making slick, wet noises as she slid up and down his shaft. She grasped his balls firmly and pulled them away from his body as she worked his cock. Nate twisted but didn't make any move to stop her.

"You like that, baby?" she asked. "You like it when I play with your big man balls?"

She gently tugged them, then bent down and planted a wet kiss on them. She smiled up at him and licked them with her tongue like a cat.

Nate's eyes began to cross with pleasure. His body sank into the bed. Let her do whatever she is going to do with me, he thought. And he put himself completely in her hands.

She felt the change in his body language and sucked on one ball. He groaned. She sucked on the other, slipping it into her mouth and wrapping her lips around it. By now Nate's balls were wet with his own pre-cum.

Aunt Claire pulled away and reached into a pocket in her robe.

"I want you to relax," she said. "I want you to get a good night's sleep. We've got a long day of hiking tomorrow. And there's always tomorrow night."

She gave him a wink. She pulled out a small tube from her pocket. She smeared some clear liquid from the tube onto one finger.

"Uncle Garner said he worked your ass good this afternoon."

Nate blinked. She knew. She knew everything. And suddenly he knew that it also turned her on.

"This should help. So you won't be sore," she said.

She hoisted Nate's balls with one hand, put her greased finger between his ass cheeks and found his asshole. She pushed her finger straight up his ass with one steady motion.

Nate gasped. 

"You like my finger up your ass?" she smiled. 

He felt her begin to move her finger in and out of his hole. God, it felt so good.

"Uncle Garner said you got really hot when he had his fingers up your ass." She reached for Nate's cock. "Will you cum for me too if I fuck your asshole?

"Your cousin Patty loved it when I had my thumb up her ass. She's a sweet girl. She loved it when I was eating her pussy. Did I tell you she begged me to let her eat me? She is so sweet...and a sweet fuck," said Aunt Claire.

Her finger was sliding rhythmically in and out of Nate's asshole and her fist on his cock was moving to the same tempo. Nate began to arch uncontrollably into her hands. His head tilted back until he was staring at the ceiling.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby?" she asked. "Let me see you shot that hot cum all over yourself.

"Uncle Garner said you like cum. You swallowed all of his sticky cum, didn't you? I wish I could have watched. Watched you suck his cock like a good little cocksucker," she said.

And that pushed Nate over the edge. Imagining doing that for his Aunt Claire. He stiffened and cried out. And his cock erupted, shooting rope after rope of hot semen up his chest.

Aunt Claire cried out in delight and kept pumping Nate's cock and toying with his ass until his cock was giving only dry heaves and he felt like his balls had turned inside out.

Then he grabbed his Aunt's wrist saying, "Enough...enough..."

She laughed.

"My, you do have a lot of cum in those big balls of yours."

She ran her hand through the viscous streaks on his chest and stomach, smearing them into one obscene finger painting. Then she brought her fingers to his mouth.

"Open," she said.

He did. And she stuck three cum-covered fingers in his mouth. He slowly sucked the cum off of his Aunt's fingers. She smiled into his eyes.

"You sexy, sexy young man," Aunt Claire said and leaned in for a kiss. 

Their lips met and her tongue slipped into Nate's mouth searching for any remnants of cum.

She disengaged and gave Nate a gently kiss on the forehead.

"Good night, sweetie."

"Good night, Aunt Claire," Nate responded in a daze.

She flicked off the light, turned and blew him a kiss. And, thirty seconds later, Nate was fast asleep with a smile on his face and cum drying on his belly.

* * *

Down the hall Patty lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She felt as if in one day she'd been emptied out and refilled again. Could she really be the same person?

Sure, she and her friends had talked about sex. All sorts of sex. She had the internet for god's sake. She even knew some friends who had had a threesome. But what had just happened with Aunt Claire...Patty had seen lesbian porn. It had even turned her on a little, with a secret trilling in her stomach, something forbidden. But she had never imagined she would...that she herself would actually...actually eat pussy and like it. No. That was not true. LOVE it.

And she was actually fine with that. She felt richer for it. Like her life had just gotten broader. She hadn't felt it had been narrow before. But it had been. And now...it wasn't.

But...but she felt an unease. A conflict. Something unsettled. And it was that she wanted badly to fuck her Uncle Garner. There it was. She wanted to fuck Uncle Garner. She didn't care what her mom would think. Or her dad. They probably wouldn't want her fucking anyone at all. But she did care about Aunt Claire. Claire. She remembered calling her "Claire" in the bedroom. That was where they were no longer Aunt Claire and niece Patty. There they were Claire and Patty and they were lovers.

Patty sighed, running her hand over the T-shirt she was sleeping in, feeling the small swell of her breasts under the thin cotton. Claire. The name made her cunt lips open. She could feel the moisture start. If she didn't stop, she would soak her panties, her pajama shorts, the sheets.

And she had seen Uncle Garner's dick. She saw his magnificent dick. Her heart beat harder. Her juices were gathering. How she would like to take that dick into her wet...

There was a soft rap on the door. Patty looked up as Uncle Garner slipped into her room and softly closed the door.

"Hi Patty-cakes," he said.

"Hey Uncle Garner," Patty said startled. Could he read her thoughts on her face? She blushed.

He was wearing a worn gray T-shirt and plaid pajama pants and had a small towel over his shoulder. He looked like a dad. Well, more like a grown man. And not bad for a guy over forty. 

He sat down on her bed and smiled.

"I just wanted to say goodnight. I hope you're enjoying yourself. Your Aunt and I are really glad you came out. We don't get to see enough of you guys. You're so far away."

Why doesn't he touch me, she thought. He could just put his hand on my thigh. It could seem all innocent and all.

"Yeah. I'm having a great time. I..." she hesitated. "I just wish I could spend more time with you...too."

Was she being too subtle, She wondered. For god's sake he just saw me naked this afternoon with Claire's thumbs up my ass and pussy. Uncle Garner smiled benignly.

"I appreciate that, honey. Don't worry. We'll have all the time in the world to talk tomorrow on the hike. I promise."

"I'd like that," Patty said with all her heart.

"Did you have a good time today with your Aunt Claire?" Uncle Garner asked innocently.

"Claire...Aunt Claire's been great," Patty assure him. "I love Aunt Claire."

"Me too," Uncle Garner added. "Okay, Patty-cakes."

Uncle Garner leaned in to give Patty a goodnight kiss. Patty closed her eyes in anticipation, but he softly kissed the freckles on her left cheek. She opened her eyes. He looked at her and leaned in and softly kissed her right cheek. They stared into each other's eyes. He stood poised less than six inches separating their eyes. And lips. Patty raised her head. Their lips met. Patty slipped her tongue in Uncle Garner's mouth. She thought for one terrible moment she had made a mistake. A terrible, embarrassing mistake.

Then she felt Uncle Garner softly caressing her breasts. Her heart sang. Her Uncle did want her. The way she wanted to be wanted. It felt wonderful. She moaned. He gently stroked her nipples. They hardened in happy response. Her whole body was singing in chorus. She couldn't help rubbing her thighs together, it made her pussy lips rub in just the right way.

Uncle Garner broke away. Oh, god, did she do something wrong? He took the towel off of his shoulder and smiled.

"Aunt Claire said you would need this," he said, holding up the towel.

Patty giggled. They kissed again. Uncle Garner's breath sighed out in contentment. Patty's heart was doing flip-flops. Boy, he sure could kiss. She put her arms around his neck. It felt so right. And it was okay with Claire. She sent the towel.

Uncle Garner's hand joined the party. He rubbed her lonely pussy over her shorts. That was getting her going. She raised her hips. Uncle Garner slid her shorts and panties down her round rump. They parted for a moment. She raised her hips for him and he placed the towel under her. She blushed.

"Claire says you get so wet," Uncle Garner said with a hunger in his eyes. "Show me how wet."

"Show you?" Patty asked.

"Play with your pussy," he said simply.

Patty had never...not with anyone watching. She liked to diddle herself in bed at night. And she always had to hide the towel. She always needed a towel. Aunt Claire was right about that. But...never with anyone watching. Not even with Brad. 

But if Uncle Garner wanted to see her play with herself. If that would make him happy. If that would make him hard. If maybe he would fuck her...

Looking her Uncle in the eye, she reached down to her little nest and pulled her lips open with one hand. With the other she dipped her hand in the warm liquid she was making of her slit. She let out a breath and closed her eyes. Oh, that felt good. She made her way down her slit over the bump of her pee hole, to the molten opening of her cunt and back, using her index finger. Bringing the sweet syrup up to cover her little clitty. She circled around it gently with her fingertip. She hissed. She took another trip, dipped her middle finger this time deep in her honey pot. God, yeah. She pumped it a few times, feeling the welcome intruder up her cunny. Then more honey for the clit. 

Now her breathing was more ragged. And she could hear Uncle Garner's breathing too. She opened her eyes back up. He was watching her. He was massively turned on. He had that look. She was doing that to him. And she felt a rush. She rubbed her pussy faster. She was making this grown man hot as hell for her. 

"Do you...do you want to fuck?," she asked, breathlessly.

"God, Patty, you are so sexy," he answered. "Of course I want to fuck you. What man wouldn't? You are a beautiful, sexy young woman. But tonight...you play with your pussy for me. I want to see you cum. I want to see your beautiful woman juice flow out of your sweet pussy. Will you do that for me?"

"Can...will you show me your dick? While I do it?" she asked. God, at least let me see that cock, she thought, rubbing her clit.

Uncle Garner smiled and pulled the top of his pajama bottoms down below his crotch. His cock popped out. Patty's mouth opened. God, it was magnificent. It was a real man cock. All big and heavy. Not pretty and well-formed. It was a tool. It was made for wedging up inside women like her. And he made her feel like that. A woman. 

She used two little fingertips on her clit now, rubbing frantically, and thrust two fingers up her pussy. There was nothing gentle about it now. The fingers made angry squelching noises in her overflowing pussy.

"Oh, Uncle Garner," she cried, moving beyond rational dialogue. "I want your cock. I want it in my mouth. I want it in my pussy. I...I want it in my ass."

What made her say that? She had never...she had never even thought about doing that. Okay, she had thought about it but more like, no, I don't want to ever do that, it'll hurt. But now, yes, she wanted his cock up her ass. She just wanted that cock.




U&A Day 01 Pt. 04



Her fingers were a blur on her poor aching clit. Her inner thighs gleamed with the juices splashed from her furiously pistoning fingers. Oh, god, she was close. Her breath started to catch.

Uncle Garner smiled at her. He leaned in. He looked in her eyes and covered her mouth with his. His tongue snaked in so sweetly, like he was stealing her breath. He gently grasped her nipples and pulled them, stretching them deliciously. She gasped, with the pleasure and pain. Then he began gently twisting them back and forth. Oh, oh, she needed that. She could feel his log of a cock resting on her thigh...

Oh, oh...

Her eyes rolled back and she exploded. He captured her cries in his mouth and kept them. She soaked her thighs. She soaked her crotch. She soaked the towel.

When she caught her breath Uncle Garner's eyes were inches from her own. 

She felt wonderful. Wonderfully sated. Like she was floating in a meadow. But better.

"Sweet Patty," he said. And kissed her. It was tender, it was passionate. She happily soaked the towel some more.

He slowly got up from the bed and stared down at her magnificent disarray. Her shorts and panties were down to her knees. Her T-shirt was pushed up to her neck. Her body lay ripe and relaxed with pleasure. And she was splashed with fragrant wetness from mid-thigh to the blond hairs guarding the top of her love mound. She sighed contentedly.

He gently pulled on the towel. She lazily raised her hips and surrendered it.

She noticed his cock glistened. It had gotten wet lying on her thigh too close to the action. 

He hitched up his pajama bottoms. Again she sighed, but this time in acceptance that, no, she would not get any of that nice thick cock tonight.

At the door he stopped with one hand on the light switch and held up the towel.

"I promised Aunt Claire." He smiled. "Good night, baby."

"Good night, Uncle Garner." She hesitated. And suddenly she knew. She didn't feel hurt or bad. No, she felt a thrill. "You...are you going to fuck Aunt Claire...while she smells the towel?"

He shook his head. His eyes twinkled.

"No. I'm going to fuck your Aunt doggie-style with this towel in her mouth."

Lying in the dark, Patty smiled and drifted off to sleep.