Fun in the Sun

Please note; this short voyeur story does contain mild incest (in my opinion). I can continue it on if you enjoy it, although we would then definitely be crossing into very naughty territory...

Fun in the Sun

"So, Michael, any plans for next week?"

"Not as yet Mum, I'll probably go for some bike rides, read some books and stuff."

His Mum placed a rack of fresh toast in the middle of the table. He could hear his Dad getting his coat on in the hallway.

"See you later." He called as he walked out the front door and then pulled it shut.

After helping herself to Jam, Michael's mum said;

"You know, your Aunt and Uncle are off to Tenerife next week?"

"Is Josh going with them?"

"Yes, I believe so."

He pictured his cousin lying on a sun lounger with his shades on, ogling the girls;

"The lucky git."

After a desperately boring week, Michael could finally see the finish line in sight. As the rest of the office started packing up they all wished him well, in whatever he was going to do on his holiday.

"Looks like you've picked a great week weather wise to have off." Julie called as she cleared up her desk.

"Why? Is it supposed to be good?" he replied sounding hopeful.

"Err, no. Sorry..." she said, suddenly regretting her joke.

Michael leant his bike up against the side of the house and made his way in through the back door. His Mum was standing there with her hands on her hips and a broad smile across her face.

"Hi Mum."

She didn't reply, just looked to him like she was going to burst or something.

"You alright Mum?" he enquired slightly concerned.

She then grabbed him by the shoulders and whispered in his ear;

"Josh has broken his leg."

"Blimey - how did he do that?"

"Oh, mountain biking I think."

"Is he alright?"

"Yes dear, he's in a cast, but he's alright."

Michael poured himself a glass of water thinking his Mum was acting very strange, and then he turned around. She was still standing there smiling.

"What?" he asked, exasperated.

"Oh, nothing, nothing dear - except that obviously he can't now join his parents on holiday."

"Ha! The poor bugger." Michael laughed; he knew that would have been Josh's reaction to the news if it had been the other way around.

"They were wondering - Lucy and John," and now she really started jumping up and down excitedly.

"Whether you might like to take his place?"

Michael thought for a moment. Could be good he thought, and the vision of his cousin on the sun bed and the fit girls' action flashed back to him.

"You'll have your own room, of course." She added.

"It sounds great Mum."

"Super - I'll let them know, you'd better start packing.

John and Lucy picked him up very early on Saturday morning and then they all made the short journey to the airport.

"Thanks so much for this Aunty." Michael said.

She was sat close to him in the back seat holding his hand like he was seven again.

"You are most welcome." She said, adding; "It's just Lucy now OK? You're a young man now." She teased

"Ok," he said knowing, that that was going to take a little getting used to.

On the rest of the journey they told him all about the Hotel and resort they'd be heading to. It turned out they always went back to the same hotel every year.

Whilst queuing to clear customs, Michael suddenly realised he'd been staring at Lucy's bottom for some time. It did look very appealing in the light summer dress she wore he thought. She turned around and gave him a lovely smile for no reason. He thought she was still a very attractive woman despite being in her early forties. He then noticed that John obviously took good care of himself too. Michael knew that he played squash for a club and he could see there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Both of them already had a tan of sorts - they were both outdoors type people and were lucky to be able to afford nice holidays.

Thinking about them both, he guessed he knew Lucy better than John. It was always his aunt who, when they visited over the years, would come and see him in his bedroom or where ever he was and want to know all about what he'd been up too. He thought she always acted younger than her years. He liked his uncle too - John always treated him like an adult - even when he was still very young.

"This is us!" Lucy said excitedly looking over the seat in front at him, just as the coach pulled up to a grand Hotel entrance.

They soon checked in and made they're way up to their rooms. They all squeezed into a lift with their cases.

"That's the last time we do this." John said to him.

Lucy laughed as she saw the confused look on Michaels face;

"The lift." She said; "we have a rule; we always take the stairs, its keeps us fit."

"It's the law." John said trying to sound serious.

"That's you; 501," Lucy said, giving him his room card key. "We're right next door - 502."

Michael opened the door and walked in. This is going to be great he thought; the room was really posh and he had a large double bed and a television all to himself. He went over to the windows and looked out. Even though they were four floors up, he could clearly see a large pool a little way away. It was very busy and he could see lots of nearly naked ladies.

He lay back on the bed with his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. Just then he heard two light taps, before a door by the side of the bed, he hadn't noticed before, swung open and in marched Lucy - still doing up the front fastening on her bikini top.

She stood at the foot of his bed and finished tucking her sizable breasts into her bikini top.

"Come on lazy!" She said, "Trunks on. No time to waste." And with that she left as quickly as she'd arrived.

Michael drew in a deep breath as he tried desperately to etch what he'd just witnessed into deep memory storage. It felt wrong, but he knew himself well enough that; as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow - he knew he'd be jacking off thinking of Lucy in her bikini that night.

They managed to get a couple of hours in by the pool before it closed for the day. Michael was mesmerised by some of the sights - and especially by Lucy who he'd watched closely all afternoon.

Back in his room Michael once again lay back on the bed. Christ, he thought as he felt his hard cock through his shorts, I'm not going to be able to wait until bedtime tonight... He looked up at the door beside him; he noticed it didn't have a lock on it. Only one thing for it; shower time.

Michael stepped under the hot water and closed his eyes. It felt great to finally be naked he thought. His hand went straight to his hard cock and he started stroking it up and down. He imagined Lucy's wiggling bottom was just in front of him. In his dream he decided he would then pull down her bikini bottoms and put his face between her cheeks. He continued to work away at his cock with increasing vigour. He imagined Lucy looking back at him with her big blue eyes and saying; fuck me Michael. He then looked down to see jets of cum shoot from his cock. He leant back against the cubical wall as he finally finished. Just then, he thought he saw something out the corner of his eye. Probably imagined it he said to himself.

He climbed into bed that evening, with his cock already hard. He started stroking gently this time; he wanted to make it last. He started working on a fantasy storyline where he'd end up inside Lucy.

He then heard something from next door. He strained his ear. Yes, there it was again - faint, but unmistakeable; the sound of two people making love.

Michael then tried to picture what could be going on just a few feet away. He pumped harder on his cock as he imagined his uncle's big hard cock pushing inside his mum's younger sister. He imagined John taking her from behind, maybe reaching forward and holding her big, heavy tits. Johns cock would be slick with her cunt juice. With that thought in his head he came hard again and covered his chest and belly in warm cum.

As he lay there recovering, he realised he'd actually do anything to see any couple having sex, but especially Lucy and John. To be a fly on the wall, watching everything that goes on; that would be the ultimate, he thought, and he then finally drifted off to sleep.

Next afternoon by the pool, Lucy got up from her sun bed, stretched then yawned.

"I think I'm going up for a short nap." She said to them both.

Michael looked up from his book and nodded. As soon as she'd left, he saw John get up too.

"I think I might join her." He said without looking at Michael.

Michael sat there on his own for a second before making up his mind. He sprang up and dashed off in the other direction. A lifeguard shouted something in Spanish as he ran past, but he was totally focused. Michael slid to a halt outside the lifts. Come on, come on, he thought. Just then the doors opened. He jumped in and repeatedly hit the 5 button. The doors soon re opened and he broke into a sprint. As he approached his door, he had already pulled the door key from his shorts pocket.

Within three seconds he was in and then through the interconnecting door. He quickly scanned the room and then slid under the bed and lay there on his back trying to get his breathing under control. No more than a minute later he looked to his side as he heard the door open. He watched as two pairs of legs walked in and then the door closed. It went quiet for a few seconds, before he then saw Lucy getting to her knees. Michael had to put his hand over his mouth as he realised what she was about to do. He then saw John's shorts hit the floor.

"Suck it." He heard John say.

A few moments later;

"Fuck that's good."

Michael held his breath and he could actually hear Lucy sucking away with loud slurping noises. His own cock was rock hard but he didn't dare touch himself.

Just then he saw Lucy getting to her feet. They embraced for a second before John pushed her back onto the bed. Lucy's legs were dangling down, inches away from Michaels head. He then saw John kneeling down. Oh God, Michael thought.

A pair of bikini bottoms landed by John's feet. Michael wanted so much to reach out to them and then hold them to his face. He pictured his uncle with his face pressed to Lucy's wet pussy. Lucy was making a lot of noise by now. John then stood up.

"Turn over." John said in a commanding voice.

The bed springs shifted above Michaels face. Lucy then cried out as if in pain. It went silent for a few seconds before Michael could sense, feel and hear John thrusting repeatedly into his wife. After a few minutes had gone by;

"Fuck Lucy," he said loudly, "you make me so fucking horny - I'm not going to last long."

"Do it!" She shrieked, "Fill my pussy."

A few moments later John grunted and the bed suddenly stilled. Michael was sweating profusely and he then looked down as he realised he had just come in his shorts. He then heard them making themselves decent and they then quickly left the room.

As soon as the door closed Michael scooted out from the bed. He sat on the floor trying to get some proper oxygen into his lungs. He felt weak.

Lucy and John were back on the sun beds when Michael returned. He'd brought back drinks for everyone in an attempt to explain his absence. They both smiled and thanked him; he then stuck his head back in his book.

At the days end they said cheerio to each other at their respective room doors.

"Shall we meet for drinks before eating? Shall we say seven?" Lucy said.

"Sure."

Michael collapsed on his bed. He felt exhausted by the thoughts he'd been having all day. He thought back to the experience that afternoon and groped his hardening cock through his shorts. He looked back at the connecting door again. Fuck it, he thought and pulled his shorts off. He closed his eyes again and started stroking. A short while later he heard a light tap on the door. He chose to ignore it.

"Oh my!"

He opened his eyes to see Lucy looking around the door.

"I'm sorry..." Michael stuttered.

Lucy then stepped into room and closed the door behind her.

"I'm the one who should be sorry Michael, I should have knocked louder."

Michael didn't know where to put himself. Then Lucy spoke softly;

"Do you want me to go?"

Lucy looked at him with such caring eyes; Michael shook his head ever so slightly.

Lucy walked over to the end of the bed and removed her sarong. She was still in her white bikini.

"It would make me very happy if you continued Michael."

Michael could feel his heart trying to escape his chest. He reached down and coiled his fingers around his still hard shaft. Still unsure, he started very slowly. He kept his eyes on his cock.

"Look at me as you do it. Please."

He looked up to see her touching her own breasts. She looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to him right then. His confidence grew and he pumped harder.

"That's it," She said; "wank that nice hard cock for me."

She could see the end of his cock was covered in pre-cum. She then slid a hand into her bikini bottoms. Michael took a sharp intake of breath and could feel his orgasm building fast.

Lucy then turned around and looked over her shoulder.

"I've seen you studying my bottom - you're a bottom man aren't you?"

Michael nodded, his fist just a blur now. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Lucy bent at the waist, wiggled her bottom and slowly pulled down her briefs.

Michael came there and then; Lucy looked back with a mischievous smile on her face as he covered his own body again with sperm. Michael lay back, his breathing erratic. Lucy pulled her bottoms back up and walked over to him. She bent down and kissed his forehead tenderly.

"Thank you so much." She said smiling, and left the room.

As his cock softened, Michael got up and sat on the side of his bed with his head in his hands.

He then actually started laughing as he thought he would need another holiday to get over this one...

Next day by the pool, Michael often caught Lucy looking up from her book at him. Even when John was rubbing sun cream into her back, she'd look over at him and smile. If he wasn't mistaken, he reckoned she was flirting with him. She would also make sure her body position was just 'so' when lying on her sun bed.

Suddenly a ball bounced by and rolled under his sun bed. Ten minutes later, no one had come looking for it. Lucy had seen it and she now came over, and leaning right over Michael, so her breasts brushed lightly across his face, retrieved the ball.

"Come on," she said, "you and me, catch in the pool."

Michael looked across at John, but he was obviously deep into his book. Michael hesitated and moved his book slightly. Lucy then saw his problem. She smiled and dropped the ball into his lap.

"Follow me." And she dragged him up.

He walked a few paces behind her holding the ball to his groin, and he was sure she was wiggling her bottom on purpose. He quickly jumped in the pool after her. They threw the ball to each other for ten minutes or so before she threw it so hard it disappeared altogether. She shrugged her shoulders before swimming off in the other direction. The swimming pool had a small island down one end that you could swim around. Michael swam after her and when he caught up with her she'd just pushed herself out of the water with great poise and sat on the edge with her legs in the water. He swam up smiling and leant on the side beside her.

They sat like that for a quiet minute, occasionally catching the other looking, before Lucy spoke;

"I know you were under the bed."

Mortified, he looked away. Shit, shit, shit he thought.

"Does John know as well?" he eventually said.

"Look, don't worry honey, its perfectly normal to be this interested in sex at your age."

"I know, but..." he tried to justify himself but nothing came to mind.

"You like watching don't you?"

Michael remained silent for a while, before looking up into her eyes.

"You wouldn't believe how much." He said honestly.

"Oh, I wouldn't eh?" she continued; "After watching you cum all over yourself yesterday, I had to go straight next door and frig myself off whilst John was in the shower. And then later that night I wanked him off telling him all about it.

Michael was stunned into silence. Weirdly he then felt like crying. He wasn't sure why, but he became very emotional. Lucy noticed his glassy eyes.

"I think we just need to get this out of the way, don't you?

He wasn't entirely sure what she meant but he nodded. She got up and held a hand out to him.

"Err..," he said sheepishly, "would you mind finding that ball, or grab me a towel?"

She giggled like a school girl and disappeared. They then walked back to their little area together and sat down on the same sun bed facing John. He looked up from his book smiling.

"Nap time?" he said putting down his book.

They soon gathered up their things and headed in. Michael made for the stairwell, but turned to see the other two standing by the lifts.

"Much quicker this way." John said, straight faced.

"Come on," Lucy said "save your energy."

Once they were all in the room, Michael started feeling really apprehensive. Lucy sensed this and gave him a tight hug.

"Relax honey," she said "You can leave anytime you want yeah?"

Michael nodded.

"Now my husband and I are going to make love, and we would both love it if you would sit over there and watch us."

Michael nodded again, and shakily made his way over to the chair. He then watched them embrace and kiss passionately. He noticed John was firmly squeezing her bottom. Lucy looked over at him whilst he was doing it.

"Please take off your shirt and shorts Michael." She said, "You'll be much more comfortable."

He got up and did as suggested. He sat back down, and he thought it felt great having the cool air conditioned breeze glide over his naked body. He was as hard as he'd ever been, but he just held the sides of the chair tight.

John then pulled his shirt off and pushed down his shorts. Michael got his first look at another man who was fully aroused. John's cock jutted out obscenely from him and bobbed in the air. Michael saw that John was slightly bigger than himself and his uncle's foreskin was much longer than his own.

Lucy kneeled down beside her man facing Michael. She then grasped his shaft in her hand. Michael watched in amazement as she slowly pulled back the heavy foreskin. Michael couldn't hold off any longer and squeezed his own cock firmly in his fist.

She then started steadily wanking the cock, occasionally she would dip down to lick the pre cum from its sticky end. John had a hand gently stroking through her blond hair. After a while Lucy let go and stood up. She then seductively walked to the foot of her bed and started removing her bikini.

Michael looked on with growing lust; he looked across at John to see he was also wanking his own cock whilst watching her undress.

Lucy climbed onto the bed and lay there propped up on her pillows. She looked at them alternately as she then opened her legs and started stroking her pussy. With her other hand she touched her breasts and nipples. She never once wasn't either staring at her husband or over at Michael. Her hand was rubbing quicker now. John stepped closer to her, and then beckoned Michael to do the same. He slowly got up and stood on the other side of the bed. They both stood there wanking, watching this wonderful woman pleasure herself.

"Are you getting close?" John asked Michael.

He nodded.

Lucy then started really going for it, and her face was scrunched up as if in pain.

"Finish over her Michael."

"Yes!" Lucy said loudly.

Michael felt faint as he moved closer still and wanked as hard as he ever had. Lucy started coming as soon as she felt his spunk hit her. The first spurt hit her face and the second her tits. By the time Michael had finished, she had a good covering all over her body.

Michael staggered back over to the chair and collapsed. Lucy had stopped shuddering by now and John had joined her on the bed. Lying next to her he scooped up some of the cum and wiped it across her lips. She seductively sucked his fingers clean. After a while John turned around and lay on his back. Lucy pushed herself up and lowered herself down onto his face. She played with her sticky breasts as she looked at Michael. Michael then found his voice;

"Please suck his cock Lucy."

She smiled broadly, before falling forward. There, she drew back the foreskin to reveal the purple head and she opened her mouth and took him in. Michael got up and sat on the side of the bed. He was just inches away and looked on transfixed at the sight. He soon felt his own cock unfurling against his thigh. Lucy noticed and looking at him, she put a finger to her lips and then reached across and rested a hand on his thigh. Michael gasped at her touch and looked up to where John was busy between her legs. Michael realised his own cock was out of view to him. Michaels cock was almost fully erect now. Slowly Lucy edged her hand up higher. Just as his cock fully filled with blood she gentle reached out and cupped his balls. He started wanking himself while looking into her eyes. After a while Lucy sat back up again, still sitting on John's face she spoke to Michael;

"Do you think we should let John stick this big juicy cock in me now?"

"Yes," Michael replied quickly.

"How?" she asked.

"Turn around and sit on his cock."

"Nice." She said.

She then lifted herself up and turned around. She hovered slightly above the cock for a while.

"Now dear," she said addressing her husband, "I want you to put on a good show for Michael, I want you to pound my cunt hard and show him how much spunk you've got in that big ball bag of yours."

He nodded eagerly, as she lowered herself down. Michael got up and bent down between Johns legs. He had a ringside seat as Johns cock re emerged slick with juice. With her legs spread wide Michael got a wonderful view of all of her glorious bottom. He wanked himself hard thinking how much he wanted to kiss her there and drag his cock along her crease.

John was thrusting hard now, and he then pulled her tight down to him and said something in her ear. Michael saw her nod and smile.

"Michael dear, she said without stopping her bouncing, "be a darling and cum over my bottom."

Michael didn't need to answer, he quickly moved a little higher until his cock was just inches away from where John's cock was. He stroked his own cock harder.

"I'm going to come soon." Michael gasped.

"Me too." John said breathing hard.

Michael then took a chance and moved closer still. A couple of times his speeding hand briefly touched Lucy's bottom. This seemed to really make Lucy go crazy.

"Yes, yes, yes." She cried into John's shoulder.

Michael then took a deep breath and moved even closer. The tip of his cock now made light contact with Lucy's rear hole every time he pumped.

"YES, FUCK YES," Lucy screamed.

This encouraged Michael into pushing a little harder. His cock end now remained in contact with her tight little hole as he pumped his cock as hard as he could. He then heard John grunt and Michael watched as John held himself deep inside his wife. Imagining the cum shooting out into Lucy, Michael reached out and held onto Lucy's bottom as he started coming again. Cum suddenly flew up her back,

"YES," she shouted again, as she felt the fluid hit her between her shoulder blades.

Another and yet another spurt covered her buttocks and he watched as some of his sperm then dripped down her crack and onto John's cock. Michael's legs gave way and he slumped down. He looked back up just in time to see John drag his cock from Lucy. Michael sighed as he saw a huge amount of thick cum leak out of her.

They all stayed where they were for a while, before Lucy slowly got up and made her way to the bathroom. John and Michael looked at each other and smiled.

"Fucking hell, you stud." John said.

Michael laughed.

"You know?" He carried on; "she would have loved it if you'd have stuck your cock in her tight hole."

"I so very nearly did." He replied, surprised by his honesty.

Both men chuckled.

"I'd better get cleaned up." Michael said getting to his feet.

As he reached the door John spoke again;

"Four days left stud. We will be guided by you as to how far we go, ok?"

"That's more the ok with me." He said before closing the door.

The End.