them on in a panic. Even though Aunt Liz was no where near as stuffy as Mum, we never were able to work out how much the two sisters were like each other. Sperm dripped out of my cunt down on the carpet. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I told Bob and took my clothes with me.
Once in the privacy of the bathroom I let the sperm drip out in my own good time. I heard Aunt Liz talking animatedly with Bob. He wasn't in a conversational mood but she kept it going all by herself, apparently in fine spirits. I squeezed the last of his cream out and washed my box carefully to make sure all the evidence was gone. Then, with a last glance at my mirror reflection, I stepped out of the bathroom and went over to Aunt Liz to greet her.
“Hello darling,” said Aunt Liz effusively, kissing me wetly on the mouth. “My goodness, look at you! In just one year you've grown into a regular beauty queen!”
“Thank you,” I said lamely.
“And Bob so handsome,” she went on, “it makes you wonder, doesn't it? Such a lovely family in spite of everything.”
Bob and I exchanged puzzled looks, but neither of us probed. Aunt Liz ushered us out to her car, still talking at the top of her voice as was her wont. She looked a lot like Mum, voluptuous, sensual-but Aunt Liz acted sensually, she made no attempt to hide it. Her clothes accentuated it, in fact. On this hot summer's day she wore a halter top that contained her formidable tits with difficulty. It was cut low at the top and sides, allowing generous glimpses of her white, full-some flesh. Tight slacks brought out the curves of her ass and thighs and hugged her crotch most suggestively. I guessed her to be about twenty pounds overweight, but she was tall and graceful so that it hardly showed.
All in all she was a delightful looking woman. Her dark eyes were full of mischief and smiles, her short curly hair bobbed loosely as she walked, and everything she said seemed to have another meaning somehow. I couldn't figure her out. The two of us sat in the front seat with her, me in the middle. Her big, firm thigh pressed against mine and it surprised me how nice it felt. She was so womanly… big and sexy, exuding dense sensuality, overpowering all in all, making me feel like a little, very vulnerable girl who would only be too pleased to be swept up by this mammoth of sex.
Bob couldn't keep his eyes off her either. He'd forgotten his premature ejaculation already, no doubt helped along by the conciliatory gestures I made as Aunt Liz wheeled her big car through the winding lanes leading to the lake.
The lake was a vast stretch of water surrounded by dense forest. Our hometown had been built in a clearing a few centuries earlier, and later other towns had been constructed, joined by freeways, and the forests had been pushed back a little. Not much, though. For one reason or another the real-estate developers hadn't reached our neck of the woods yet; and tourists preferred the resort areas further upstate, where there were golf courses and cabarets and singles bars. So it was that our family had maintained one specific area along the lake's edge as its own, and Dad had even built a small cabin there. Nothing fancy, just a shelter from the rain and a dressing shed. A winding path led to it, just two parallel ruts among the trees. Aunt Liz drove her Caddie along this bumpy trail with all the nonchalance of a cowboy riding his trusty steed over the Rockies.
I admired that in her. No matter what she turned her hand to, Aunt Liz was good at it. Mum, on the other hand, eschewed all tasks but simple household ones. But then, Mum had married Dad, and Dad wasn't the kind to let anyone loose. Aunt Liz had married a few times in her past but never talked about it. All we knew of her we'd learned by interpreting slivers of innuendo which Dad sometimes let loose in conversation. He didn't exactly approve of Aunt Liz.
“Here we are,” she said, riding a big bump out to park the car neatly alongside the shed. “My, it looks good out there, doesn't it, kids? Have you brought your swimming costumes?”
“Sure have,” said Bob.
“Good. Well, let me change first and then you two can use the shed.” She reached into the back seat and took her bag, then disappeared into the shed.
“Why should we wear anything?” I said, looking around. “There isn't anyone about for miles!”
“My sentiments exactly,” Bob nodded. “Come on, let's just jump in. Aunt Liz doesn't care about things like that.”
We took our clothes off at the side of the lake and hid our swimming clothes underneath the pile. I paused for a moment to caress Bob's brand new erection, but then we dove into the cool waters and swam vigorously out into lake towards the raft moored there many years earlier. The raft, too, had become part of our family estate. We'd played on it as kids, so innocent then, nude and sunbaked-when I tried to remember Bob in those days I couldn't even recall his penis!
At the raft we took a breather, suspended in the water, one arm on the edge of the wooden structure. The door to the shed was still closed. Aunt Liz seemed to be taking her time changing. Bob made the best of the occasion by running his hand over my body, softly, so cool in the water. And then he wedged his hand between the tops of my thighs and squeezed my pussy like it was a rubber ball, which made me feel giddy with lust. “Stop it, Bob!” I cried, pushing away from the raft and heading back to shore. “It's not fair to warm me up like that!”
“But I want to!” he yelled, striking out after me. He was a much better swimmer, school champion, at the peak of his condition, so all he had to do was swim past me, dive, and caress my struggling body all over. I swam till my feet touched bottom, and then stood to fend him off. The water came to just around my waist. In the heat of the moment we both forgot about Aunt Liz. Only when Bob grabbed me around the waist and whirled me around did we spot her.
She stood on the shore dressed in a tiny bikini, an enigmatic smile wreathing her features as she watched us at play. Bob put me down but I couldn't hide my tits without sinking through my knees. That would be too obvious. Instead I turned my back to her and swam away towards the raft. Bob didn't follow me.
When I reached the raft I turned around to see what was going on. Aunt Liz was in the water up to her neck, talking with Bob who stood close to her. I couldn't work it out-not till I saw something red in her hand and realized it was the top of her bikini! She threw it on the shore and her arms went back into the water. Another red item, surely her bikini bottom! Aunt Liz was a swinger after all!
Now Bob got really close to her but she was too quick for him. With a push she got away from him and swam out towards the raft. Bob was in hot pursuit, swimming underwater for much of the time. When they reached me they were both out of breath from the exertion and laughter. “Oh dear!” gasped Aunt Liz, winking at me. “Your brother is quite a water baby, isn't he? My, how that boy can swim!”
She held on to the raft and the whiteness of her tits showed clearly through the water. The rest of her was nut brown. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she took hold of the side of the raft and lifted herself on top of it. Stark naked, but so sure of herself, she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, inclining her face towards the sun and falling silent. Bob and I were left treading water, with no choice but to look up at her hairy twat with unabashed admiration.
Her cunt was truly a woman's. Elaine's had been cute, pursed lips as smooth as silk, a little gem. And mine wasn't all that different. But Aunt Liz had a real box with reddish fat labia pressed hard together, and a pelt of hair growing luxuriously down either side of her slit. I knew I ought to be jealous… but my experiences with girls had prepared me more than adequately for women. Bob's face was just inches from her big cunt and I couldn't blame him. I wasn't much further away. And Aunt Liz sat there like the reigning monarch, the queen bee herself, sunning her face sure in the knowledge that nature was taking its course with us.
Bob and I reached out at the same time, hesitated, then let a timid finger trace the outline of her box. She didn't move. My finger ran down the thick slit, pushing a little to get right between the full lips, and that got to her. She parted her legs a little and looked down with pleasure, at the same revealing the bounty of her tits to us. Her approval was all we needed to go ahead. Bob and I struggled to go down on her first. He won. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted himself out of the water far enough to bury his face into her hirsute maw. That left me with little to do. Impulsively I let go of the raft and sank down under the surface of the water till my face was level with Bob's cock. As expected it was very hard. Whoever thought that cold water was an antidote against erections had never been swimming in the nude. I pressed a kiss on his glans and surfaced. He gave me the thumbs-up sign to let me know he appreciated my gesture but he wouldn't take his face out from between her solid thighs.
“Come here, baby,” said Aunt Liz softly, motioning me to come up and join her on the raft. I scrambled out of the water and sat down beside her. She reached down at once and titillated my pussy with a lone finger, just caressing me in all the parts where I was sensitive. Her accuracy was remarkable. I spread my legs for her and
