A Spot of Bother

"You don't mind if your Aunt comes to stay for a bit do you?" My mother's words broke into my reverie where I was just about to plunge my cock into the waiting pussy of Taylor Swift. It was a shame because she was gagging for it, only she didn't know it because she was thousands of miles away and I was only looking at her image on the TV screen. To me however it was all so real and now Mum had ruined it.

We were all sitting watching the news, Mum, Dad and me and there had been a segment about Taylor Swift getting booed as she watched the Superbowl. Who would boo a creature like that I thought, especially in those shorts? She'd dumped her boyfriend, Bryce or Tryce or something, that huge hulking American footballer and had taken up with me and we were about to have sex for the first time, only now we weren't. Not until later anyway.

"Of course not Mum," I replied semi-automatically. It was their house after all, I was twenty and had just got home from university for the summer holidays and was looking forward to some rest and some pampering from my Mum. Being independent was great until you had to do the washing and ironing, not to mention cooking and clearing up by yourself. Mum of course loved having her boy back and I was relishing being molly-coddled.

"Any particular reason?" I asked curious.

Mum and Dad exchanged looks, then Mum continued, "She's got into a bit of bother and needs a break for a while." That gave me a clue to the answer of the question I really wanted to ask, which sister? Mum had three, one older and two younger, the youngest being only 9 years older than me. She always maintained she was an afterthought for her parents, not a mistake. She was the liveliest of the four of them, perhaps her relative youth had something to do with that, or her lack of children.

I'd loved her for as long as I could remember which was about when I was four or five. She was in her mid-teens then, but when she came to visit she would always play with me, we'd build dens out of blankets and chairs, play pirates, and hide and seek. She taught me board games and never seemed to bore with entertaining her young nephew. She was like a big sister, a mother and best friend to me all at once.

Then of course we grew up, she went off to university and when she came back she had a boyfriend, one she moved in with. I was stricken with jealousy, as I saw her less often and when she did come to visit she brought him. He behaved perfectly well, even tried to make friends with me, but there was always something I didn't like about him. On one occasion they stayed overnight and I knew they were having sex and I hated every minute of their stay, picturing them in bed together. Mum never said anything about him of course, certainly not to me, but I could see she shared my opinion of him.

"Sarah you mean?" I'd never called her Aunty, "What sort of bother?" Surely she wasn't pregnant, anyway babies out of wedlock were quite the norm these days.

Another look between Mum and Dad, "I'm sure she'll tell you when she feels able to, but suffice it to say she's leaving Jason and needs some time to get back on her feet, and now that we've got a spare room after your sister got married we can accommodate her comfortably. It'll mean you sharing a bathroom with her, so remember to keep it clean and tidy for her."

"What about your holiday?" I asked. They had a holiday booked for a couple of weeks' time, a long awaited break for them as my Dad had been working really long hours. Another look, "Well, we'll see about that when the time comes." This was starting to sound serious.

Dad disappeared the next day in the car, returning some hours later with Sarah and several cases. She greeted me with her usual hug, but there seemed something lacking in it, she was thinner than I remembered and her face was pale. I helped lug her suitcases up the stairs into her room and the door was shut behind me leaving her and Mum together. Dad just gave me that look that said to leave them alone and give her space.

They re-appeared a bit later and I could see that Sarah had been crying, but she was clearly making a huge effort, asking me about my time at university, whether I had a girlfriend and generally trying to be friendly. By bed time she even seemed to have relaxed a bit, perhaps the wine had something to do with it, and when she took herself off for an early night she gave us all a hug and kiss, thanking us profusely for taking her in. I got another pep talk from Mum about treating her with kid gloves for a while, something she didn't really need to tell me, I could see how fragile she was.

When I woke in the morning Taylor Swift was in bed with me again and this time there was no interruption from Mum and I filled her pussy with my cum as she writhed naked underneath me. I cleaned myself up and rolled out of bed to go for my shower, then remembered Sarah was with us and would be using my bathroom. Mum and Dad had an en-suite in their room, so I'd been used to the luxury of my own space and I wondered how I should play it.

Normally I just pulled on a pair of boxers and strolled across the landing, we'd never been a family worried too much about casual semi-nudity, and in the mornings the sight of all of us wandering around barely covered up was commonplace. Now I'd have to treat the matter with a little more sensitivity. Dad would have left already for work, so it would be just Mum and Sarah.

I dug my dressing gown out of the wardrobe and pulled it round me and opened my door. It was quiet everywhere and Sarah's door and the bathroom door were both shut. Mum's was open and I could hear the sound of her shower running, so I approached the bathroom door and put my ear to it. All was quiet so I knocked gently, no reply so I turned the door hand and poked my head in. Thankfully it was empty and I slid in and closed the door behind me, twisting the little latch to lock it, something I rarely did, usually only if I was going to have a wank.

My normal routine was shit, shower, shave and I completed all those successfully then making sure everything was clean, emerged again to see Sarah's door open, but no sign of her. I dressed and made my way downstairs to see Mum and Sarah deeply engaged in conversation which stopped as I came in. Mum was dressed but Sarah was in a dressing gown with what looked like a nightie underneath. Both greeted me with a kiss and I tried desperately not to look down Sarah's dressing gown as I bent down, but old habits died hard and I did look down very briefly, although there was nothing to be seen.

We ate breakfast together then Mum told me they were going shopping for a bit to buy Sarah some 'essentials' and I'd be on my own for the morning at least. She went upstairs and I heard the shower go on again. Whilst I hadn't got a summer job, well not one that paid money, we'd come to an arrangement where I would help out round the house. With Dad's hours at work, the garden had got into a bit of a mess and my first task was to sort it out so I headed out and got the lawnmower out.

The grass hadn't been cut for several weeks by the look of it and even on a high setting it was hard work and the sweat was soon pouring off me. "Don't forget you've got all summer," Mum called out as they waved goodbye for their shopping trip, "and wear a hat!" I struggled for an hour or so and while it did look better than when I had started, pristine turf it was not.

I downed a pint of water and decided another shower was in order and headed for my bathroom. I took a fresh towel from the airing cupboard and went in, this time not bothering to lock the door. I stripped off my clothes and then stood in front of the toilet and had a piss, looking around the room to see what if anything had changed due to my new guest. All appeared to be as I'd left it, and I supposed that Mum and Sarah would return laden with 'essentials' like shampoo and conditioner and the like.

My gaze fell on the laundry basket where the lid hadn't been put back squarely. I finished peeing and gave my cock my customary three shakes, and settled the lid back on, then inquisitively lifted it up again and peered inside. There on top was a bra, pale pink and made of some flimsy, lacy stuff. I knew I shouldn't but I picked it up and felt the material, my mind imagining Sarah's breasts nestled in the cups. It looked almost see through and I wondered what her nipples looked like. I wasn't a virgin by any means and certainly hadn't lived like a hermit at university and had come to appreciate the different shapes and sizes of breasts and nipples in particular.

I felt my cock twitch as the blood started to flow into it and I gave it a quick fondle. Unable to resist the temptation I looked at the label. 34C. My mind went instantly into translation mode and could envisage what they would look like, possibly a bit larger than Taylor Swift's. I peered deeper into the basket where another flash of pink had caught my eye. Reaching in, I pulled out a pair of panties made of the same material as the bra, the front panel looked vaguely diaphanous and I held it up to confirm the fact.

I could see quite clearly through it and my cock gave another lurch, was Sarah clean shaven like Taylor Swift or did she have some sort of bush? My experiences at university leaned me towards thinking she was shaven, but I had been surprised before, sometimes pleasantly. I turned them round and feeling more than a little guilty examined the white cotton gusset. There was a slightly yellowish stain in the middle and I found myself lifting the panties to my nose and sniffing. There was the unmistakable smell of pussy, overlaid with something a little tangy.

Automatically my hand went to my cock and I found myself stroking it, still clasping the panties to my nose. It was no good, I'd have to see this to the conclusion and I sat down on the toilet lid and started to masturbate in earnest. For once it wasn't Taylor Swift in my mind's eye, it was Sarah, not the Sarah with the haunted look, but the Sarah of old, a sparkle in her eyes as she stripped off her clothes to reveal that very same matching underwear set, then off came her bra, breasts tumbling out. Down came her panties, she was bald and I could just about make out her pussy lips when my cock suddenly erupted and the first jet spurted out.

Fortunately I managed to drop her panties and catch it in my hand and rapidly stood and pointed my cock over the bath tub as it continued to erupt, jet after jet splashing against the tiles and bath. Feeling a little guilty I turned on the shower, then took the detachable head and washed away the evidence of my crime before getting in myself and doing what I came upstairs to do, have a shower. When I got out I put the underwear back pretty much as I had found it and hoped that no-one would be any the wiser.

They returned mid-afternoon, they'd had lunch out and even in that short while I thought she looked better, although I found I could not look at her for imagining her in that pink set of underwear. I still felt guilty about what I'd done and resolved not to do it again, or at least try not to. In part I was successful, trying to entice Taylor Swift into bed with me for my morning wanks, although Sarah had got into the habit of using the bathroom before me, and rapping on my door as she passed by, calling out "Bathroom's free!" jerking me back to reality.

I often wondered what she was wearing when she knocked on my door, I'd caught her a couple of times in just a towel, wrapped tightly round her, it came half way down her thighs and investigation had usually revealed a pair of still warm panties in the laundry basket, so presumably she was naked underneath it. Needless to say, my resolution not to masturbate over her underwear was generally a failure on those occasions.

Slowly she was getting back to her normal self. There were occasions when a distant look would come over her face and sometimes she'd disappear to her room for a while, re-appearing later looking a bit brighter, and once or twice I thought I could hear the sounds of gentle crying. Like me she had agreed to help out round the house, she did the cleaning and some of the cooking, and I could see she was on the mend when she started to refer to herself as Mrs Hughes and the house as Downton Abbey. She even started to refer to my parents as Lord and Lady Grantham. When I asked if that made me Carson, the butler, she replied in a Scottish accent, "Certainly not, Carson would never dirty his hands working in the garden."

I'd forgotten about their holiday until over dinner one night Mum broached the subject, asking if we thought it acceptable if they did indeed take their holiday. It hadn't occurred to me that they'd even consider it, so it brought home to me how seriously they'd taken Sarah's mental state. Sarah of course would not even hear of them even thinking of cancelling, "Carson and I can cope perfectly well," she stated, obviously I'd been promoted, "after all we have the servants to do our bidding." Now I knew we were getting our old Sarah back.

Clearly Mum and Dad thought so as well because they decided to go on the holiday, although not before Mum had sat me down and we'd had a long talk about being supportive and helpful. Even Dad weighed in with a little chat. They were going to Gran Canaria on some silly o'clock in the morning flight, and in a moment of madness I had agreed to drive them to the airport. It wasn't that far to Gatwick and at that time in the morning the roads would be empty, but Sarah insisted on accompanying me 'in case I got lost'. As if!

Despite the ungodly hour the car was bouncing with energy from the happy holiday makers and their staff, I'd not had time for my wank and was looking forward to it when I got back. We hugged and kissed them goodbye and Mum made me promise again to be a good boy, then they were off, disappearing into the terminal as Sarah and I got back in the car.

"I wish we were going too," she admitted. The prospect of two weeks in the sun with Sarah suddenly seemed pretty attractive, but I knew that Mum and Dad had investigated the possibility and found it to be impossible. They'd not told Sarah for fear of setting her recovery back.

"Never mind, summer's here, we can have our own staycation," I commented brightly, "there's plenty to do in the South East, perhaps even go to the beach. Dad said I could have full use of the car as long as I didn't bend it."

"Where could we go?" asked Sarah. "What was the name of that place where we went when you were little and I'd come to stay, you know, the one with the big sand dunes."

I dredged my memory for the place she was referring to. "You mean Camber Sands?"

"That was it, we had some great times there. Let's go today! It's going to be a nice day so we can start as we mean to go on. Head for the beach Branson!"

"I thought I was Carson?" I asked in a puzzled voice.

"Whatever."

In the event common sense took over and rather than go straight to Camber we went home and picked up our swimming costumes and even packed a bit of lunch, just some sandwiches, just as we'd done all those years ago. It was mid-week and not yet the school holidays so the traffic was bearable and I even managed to remember the way, mostly without the help of the sat-nav. I pulled into the car park and it all came flooding back to me, it was bigger than it used to be and there were more buildings, but the old toilets were still there.

"If you need to go," I said to Sarah, "now's the time because there are none over the dunes." She assured me she'd be all right and we started the trudge along the path that ran over the sandy ridge. It was just as much hard work as it used to be, but the excitement when we saw the magnificent sandy beach was every bit as electrifying as it ever was. The tide was mostly in and we walked along the beach a bit, then up into the dunes to find a nice spot.

"This'll do," announced Sarah, plonking the bags down. I spread out the mat then the towels and we looked at each other and grinned. "Bet we made it to the beach before they did." I looked at my watch and decided she was right, at best they'd still be an hour away from landing.

"Let's go and test the water," suggested Sarah as she undid the buttons on her shorts and tugged them down. I stared google eyed, expecting to see her panties, but then realised she'd already put her bikini on and it was that brightly coloured garment that I could see. Off came her top, a matching bra and for the first time in years I was looking at her body. I could see how thin she was, even two weeks of my mother's cooking could not disguise that, but she still looked lovely.

"Come on then!" she encouraged.

"But I haven't got my swim stuff on," I protested, as I wrapped a towel round me and started to wriggle my street clothes off.

"You never bothered when you were little," she commented, "you just stripped straight off and ran around naked from what I can remember."

"Things have changed since then," I replied thinking of all the safeguarding rules and regulations.

"Well hopefully I'll get to see later on," she replied, her mind clearly not on the same wavelength as mine.

Finally I had my swim shorts safely on and like a couple of kids we dashed off to the rapidly receding water. We ran out into the surf, such as there was, Camber has a very shallow beach and it was a long time before we were even up to our thighs. The water was, to put it mildly, bloody cold and we had to keep moving or risk freezing to death. Still, we behaved like a couple of kids and splashed each other, laughing and screaming until our sides ached.

We'd got to our waists when Sarah suddenly stood still. "What's up?" I asked, concerned.

"Nothing, I'm peeing, the cold's had an effect on my bladder." I didn't quite know what to do, so just stood there imagining the warm stream squirting out of her pussy, through her bikini and into the sea right by where I was standing. Despite the cold I could feel my cock swelling at the thought.

"There, all done now," she announced, then pulled the front of her bikini away and swished some water around. "Let's get back before we both freeze to death." It was harder work wading back against the flow of the ebb tide and we held hands to help each other. It was amazing how far the tide had gone out in the short time we'd been in the sea, leaving behind shallow pools. These were surprisingly warm and on impulse we sat down in one, instantly feeling better. I couldn't help but notice how hard her nipples had become under her bikini, my mind once more trying to picture what they looked like. She caught my gaze and smiled but made no comment and I wondered if I'd offended her. It didn't seem so, soon she was up and we were off again, running along still holding hands until we were back at our towels.

We grabbed them and started to towel off, the dunes blocked the sea breeze and for the first time for a while it felt like summer again. The legs of my shorts were plastered to my legs, something I hated and I tugged at them uncomfortably. "Didn't you bring a spare pair?" asked Sarah. I shook my head ruefully. "Another schoolboy error," she taunted as she reached into her bag to pull out another bikini. This was going to be interesting I thought, watching her putting it on, struggling under the towel as I had done. To my surprise instead of picking up the towel she strapped the bikini top round herself, just below her breasts then reached behind her to undo the wet one.

Quick as a flash she tugged the old one away and pulled the dry one up and slipped her arms through the strap, but not before I'd caught a definite glimpse of bare breasts and just for a fleeting second a small, hard, dark brown nipple. She looked at me and grinned, then turned away and to my complete amazement pulled down her bikini bottoms exposing her backside to me. Up came one foot slipping into the dry set, then the other and before I could really register anything she was pulling them up around her hips.

"There, all done and dusted," she turned back to me, her fingers just easing the leg holes into a comfortable position. "I hate a wet cossie round me. Here, will you help with this?" She passed over a bottle of sun cream and turned her back once more and still in a state of semi-shock I plastered some on her back and rubbed it in. Her skin felt very soft and warm and I might have taken a little longer than perhaps I should have, but was careful not to go too far round the sides of her body. She returned the favour for me and then we attended to the rest of our own bodies.

For the next hour or so we basked in the warm sunshine, sheltered by the dunes and with my eyes shut I could have imagined us anywhere in the world. Lunch was the pre-prepared sandwiches, ham or cheese plus the addition of the obligatory few grains of sand. "Gets in everywhere doesn't it?" I asked rhetorically.

"Sure does, depending on how naughty you've been on the beach." That one was accompanied by a knowing grin. "The trouble is, I need another pee, so it's back to the sea for me."

"You'll be lucky, have a look where the tide is now." We stood up and peered out to sea. The water's edge had to be half a mile away, or so it seemed. True there were several lagoons created by the receding tide, but these were mostly occupied by children playing. "You'll just have to go back to the car park toilets."

"Over that bloody great dune, no way. I'll just go here." I looked at her horrified, thinking surely she wouldn't. She looked around and headed a few yards away to a depression in the dunes surrounded by the tall spiky grass that grew there. A quick look around and she squatted down, taking her bikini bottoms with her. I couldn't help but stare.

"You don't have to look you know." The apparent rebuke was softened by a smile, "Unless you want to that is." I turned away in embarrassment, I hadn't meant to stare but... well it wasn't every day that your aunt peed in front of you. Even worse I felt my cock start to stiffen at the thought and I quickly sat down the better to conceal the lump growing in my shorts.

"There that's better." I looked up to see her walking towards me, her hands putting the finishing touches to adjusting her bikini. "You don't need to go?" I shook my head, praying that I'd be able to last the rest of the day.

It was getting towards the end of the day, there was a steady stream of people leaving the beach and heading for the car park and we decided to join them. "How about going into somewhere like Hastings and having a fish and chip tea?" I suggested, remembering that was how my childhood seaside excursions had always ended.

"Sounds a lovely idea, but I need to change first, as do you." She delved into her bag again and came up with a bra and what looked like a pair of panties, then performing the same trick she'd done earlier swapped over her bras. This time all I got was a glimpse of side boob. When it came to the bottoms I resolutely tried to look away, but failed, watching her out of the corner of my eye. Down came the bikini and for a moment I thought she was going to turn towards me, but no, up came the panties.

They were however not exactly granny knickers and I could see the two globes of her backside as the thong disappeared into her crease. She turned to me and I saw the mound above her pussy through the thin material, much more evident than it had been in her bikini. "Right, you now. My turn to look."

Red-faced at being caught so obviously ogling her I thought to cover myself with my towel again, but didn't want to be thought a wimp, so grabbed my boxers and turned away from her as I pushed them down my legs, conscious of my cock dangling down. Well it should have been dangling, but half-mast would have been a better description and I had to tuck it in when I pulled my boxers up. On came my shorts and tee shirt and when I turned back to her she was similarly fully dressed.

We both stopped for a wee at the toilets and it was with quite some relief that I emptied my full and moderately uncomfortable bladder. My cock had still not subsided fully and the three shakes I gave it almost turned into strokes as my mind relived the day thus far.

The fish and chips were magnificent, freshly caught cod eaten out of a cardboard box with a wooden fork rather than the newspaper and fingers I remembered, but still worth every penny. We loitered in Hastings for an hour or so, calling in at a pub on the way home, Sarah had a couple of glasses of wine, but I stuck to zero alcohol beer. Not quite as good as the real thing but I was ever mindful of Dad's car.

Once home we chucked the swimming stuff and towels in the washing machine for a quick wash. "Do you mind if I have an early night?" asked Sarah, "That wine and the sea air have left me feeling tired." I had to admit feeling a bit the same way and we made our way upstairs. I went in the bathroom first and had a shower to wash off all the sand and salt, and came out feeling refreshed, calling out to Sarah that the bathroom was free.

I wouldn't have minded going back downstairs for a bit, but couldn't be bothered and so crawled naked into bed, relishing the feel of the bed sheets on my freshly bathed body. My hand went to my cock and I started to stroke it, for once thinking not of Taylor Swift, but Sarah, those momentary flashes of boob, the sight of her bare backside and then thinking of her peeing only yards away from me. My cock began to stiffen and I knew the wank I was now definitely going to have was going to be a good one.

I was just getting into it when there was a knock on my door and it opened and Sarah came in. Immediately I let go of my cock and tried to hide the bulge in the bedding. She was wearing a thigh length, baggy tee shirt nightie and I could see the wobble of her breasts under it, surmounted by two little bumps. She came and sat on the side of the bed, the covers pulled tight and the bump caused by my cock became ever more pronounced. "I just wanted to thank you for a lovely day. I haven't enjoyed myself so much in a long time." She paused then leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Good Night." She got up and left as my eyes followed her backside out. I was right, it was a glorious wank.

I must have been more tired than I thought as I slept soundly all night, and couldn't remember dreaming. I woke to the sound of the shower going, my half-awake brain deducing it was Sarah. Instantly those images of her flashed to the front of my mind and as usual first thing in the morning my hand went to my already stiff cock. Someone had once pointed out to me that around the world was a moving line, where day and night swapped over, and along this line everyone was cleaning their teeth. Well the same went for wanking, or having sex for the lucky ones. I was certainly one of the former.

The shower stopped and I lay there trying to picture her body as she dried it, my hand flying up and down my cock. It was just starting to get really enjoyable when there was a knock on my door which opened. In came Sarah's head followed by the rest of her body, wrapped in a towel. It looked mighty short on her and my cock lurched at the thought that she was in all probability naked under it. "Good, you're awake, I just wanted to know what you were thinking of doing today. The weather's still good, but we went to the beach yesterday and I thought that perhaps we could just lounge around the garden and sunbathe there. It'll save all that money on petrol."

Neither of us had pots of available cash to spend and I agreed that a garden day would be very agreeable. The thought of her in a bikini all day next to me was not exactly unappealing either. "Good, I'll get dressed then. The bathroom's free, when you've finished." Her eyes went to the mound in the bed covers and I suddenly thought that she'd heard of that line round the world as well.

She left and I finished my morning masturbation then made my way to the bathroom to begin the rest of the day properly. I dressed in my swim shorts and a tee shirt and went downstairs for breakfast, pleased that I'd judged it right, Sarah was just laying the table for breakfast and I saw that she was wearing her bikini again, covered up by what appeared to be her nightie. We ate and cleared away then wandered out to the garden. We had a couple of proper sun loungers and we settled down on those, both of us relishing the feeling of the sun on our skin.

"Mustn't forget the sun cream," Sarah announced sitting up abruptly, "or we'll be sorry. Do my back will you?" She handed me the cream and turned away from me, but reached behind her and unsnapped the catch, holding the front tight against her breasts. It made rubbing the cream in very easy and I prayed that she'd drop the front but regrettably she didn't. Then she did me and I rather enjoyed the feeling of her hands on me.

We settled back and I closed my eyes, it was easy just to let my mind wander and I even began to doze even though I'd only just got up. "Your Mum and Dad must be doing just this right now." I suddenly heard from beside me, coming to with a start.

"Sorry?"

"I said, your Mum and Dad will probably be sunbathing as well, right now. Lucky buggers though, they'll be coming back with a lovely all over tan. No white bits on them."

I couldn't really take in what she was saying. "What do you mean?"

"Well you know where they've gone, don't you? Gran Canaria?" I nodded. "Maspalomas?" I nodded again. "Oh come on Rick, all those nude beaches?"

"You don't think they'll..." Images of my Mum and Dad naked on a beach sprang into my head and my cock twitched.

"Of course they will, that's partly why they went there. Your Mum told me that was their first holiday together and they wanted to re-create it, you know, put a bit of a spark back into their love life." I'd never really thought of them as having a love life, they were just Mum and Dad, of course subconsciously I realised they must have sex, but... My mind just spun.

I had a beer with lunch, just one but it was enough to make me really sleepy in the afternoon. I had vague recollections of Sarah turning over onto her front and undoing her bikini top, but I must have dozed off because when I woke I was on my own. I assumed she'd gone to the loo or something and closed my eyes again, but she still wasn't back when I opened them again a bit later. I wasn't concerned, but there was just a slight niggle of wondering what she was up to and whether she was all right.

I got up off the bed and peered inside, no sign of her in the shade, so I went to the back door and just called her name. No response so I called louder, still nothing. I started up the stairs and as my head reached landing height I could see her bedroom door was shut. Again I called her name and was just wondering whether I should knock when it opened and she emerged. She was just tying the halter neck of her bikini and looked a bit surprised to see me.

"Everything OK Sarah?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yes fine thanks Rick, I was just..." she dried up then continued, "... sorting some stuff out." I decided to leave it at that just in case it was some personal, woman thing and we both went downstairs again to finish the day off.

The weather forecast didn't look so good for the next day, nothing like rain or anything nasty, just not sunny. "How about we go to London?" suggested Sarah, "Catch the train up and do some sightseeing. I haven't done that in years." When I thought about it, nor had I, I was actually at London University, but I'd never done the tourist bit, too busy studying, drinking, and partying, not always in that order.

The next morning my door just opened, no knock, almost catching me with my cock in my hand wanking, "Bathroom's free!" came the cheery greeting as she poked her head round the corner. She left the door open and went into her room and I was rather forced to abandon my habitual activity and get ready.

We actually had a lovely day in London, we walked for miles, looking at the architecture, visiting the museums that I vaguely remembered as a kid, and we even watched the Changing of the Guard, something to my eternal shame I'd never actually seen before. All the time we talked and laughed, and walked, most of the time arm in arm. "It would be lovely to go to the theatre or something," she suggested. I rather gulped, tickets had become extortionate, but we went to the Ticket Booth in Leicester Square and got some cheap for some comedy I'd never heard of. It didn't start for a while so we had a pauper's banquet, a fast food hamburger which filled the gap nicely.

In fact the comedy was absolutely hilarious, tears were streaming down our faces the whole time and the time passed like lightning, then we were on a late train home. It wasn't busy and we sat down together and waited for it to pull out of Charing Cross. Sarah hooked her arm in mine and snuggled into me, then gave me a huge kiss on the cheek. "That was simply the best day I've had in my life, doing all the things I half remember as a kid and some that I'm sure I've forgotten and then the play. Who on earth writes those things?" It was a sentiment that I echoed, I'd almost forgotten she was my Aunt, my mother's sister, she'd become the friend I'd always wanted, and I almost dared say it, someone I was falling in love with. I knew it could never be, but I'd known her all my life, had loved her as a child, then had a crush on her and now she was back in my life as.... what?

The train jostled through the suburbs, then onto the smoother fast line and I felt Sarah relax, her body falling against me, then her head went onto my shoulder and I saw she was asleep. I gazed down into her face and just wished.

Waking her up was painful, she looked so much at peace, so different from the haunted woman who had come back into my life a few weeks ago, but she stirred as we pulled into our station and got off. Arm in arm we ambled back home and straight up the stairs. On the landing we hugged and she kissed me on the lips. "You'll never know what today has meant to me Rick." I thought I saw a tear in her eye as she turned abruptly away and went into her room, closing the door behind her.

I went into the bathroom and did the necessaries, then got into bed, naked as usual. Briefly I contemplated a wank, but that would have spoiled the day and I rolled onto my side and turned off the light, my mind running through the day as I let my mind go to drift off to sleep.

I was nearly there, consciousness fading when I felt the bed dip and someone slid in. An arm went round my chest and a soft body cuddled up to me. "I couldn't let such a wonderful day end like that. Can I sleep in your bed tonight with you?" I rolled back towards her and put my arms round her body, she was wearing her nightie but I could feel her body beneath the thin material and as my hand slid further down, the outline of her panties.

I was conscious of my nakedness and the erection that was starting to make its presence felt and I pulled my cock away from her. "That's it, just hold me," I heard her murmur, then all I could hear was her soft regular breathing and I knew she was asleep. I lay there for a while not daring to move for fear of disturbing her, I knew I was never going to go to sleep like that, but my mind was screaming to me that I this was an opportunity not to be missed. But deep down I didn't want that and reluctantly I disengaged myself and rolled onto my other side and tried to sleep.

Eventually I must have, but it was a restless night, half remembered images running through my dreams, accompanied by vague memories of my hands on her body, only for my half-conscious brain to realise what I was doing and pull away.

Eventually I must have fallen into a deep sleep, because the next thing I remembered was a hand stroking my hard cock. For a few seconds I couldn't work out what was happening, it certainly wasn't my hand that was doing it which meant that... Shit! My eyes blasted open and I found myself looking straight into Sarah's face.

"Sarah?" I croaked as my brain struggled to come to terms with all the sensations and feelings running through me. It was as though my voice had woken her from a trance, realisation dawned in her eyes and her hand left me, then with almost strangled scream she threw the covers back and rolled out of bed then out of the door. I saw her receding back and lay there, my brain scrambled and automatically I reached down for my cock and I rolled onto my back as my own hand took over stroking me, my consciousness still trying to make sense of it all.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up to see Sarah standing in the doorway, her gaze fixed on my hand running up and down my cock. I stopped and made a grab for the bedding to cover myself up but she stepped forward and forestalled me, holding the covers away. "Don't stop, I shouldn't have instigated it but now you've started you should finish." My hand resumed the steady rhythm, up and down, up and down as Sarah just stood there watching, then she reached down to the hem of her nightie and dragged it over her head.

Out tumbled her breasts, almost exactly as I had pictured them, tear drops with round brown nipples and my breath caught in my throat as it was my turn now to stare at her. She slipped one leg under her and eased herself onto the end of the bed. I could see her panties stretch across her pussy as her legs opened then closed again and she settled down watching my hand beat that steady rhythm.

My eyes switched from breasts to crotch where I could see a slight dent, then her hand crept to the front of her panties and her fingers began to trace a line along that indentation which slowly deepened as she pushed the material into her slit.

It was too much for me and I felt my orgasm rise swiftly within me and then I was cumming, spunk spraying from the end of my cock all over my body. Sarah reached out as though to touch me but pulled her hand back and just watched as my body shuddered. Then I was still and our eyes met. She stood up and moved to the doorway, "Garden today?" she asked as though nothing had passed between us. I nodded and then she was gone.

We met again over breakfast as usual, I was a bit apprehensive, but outwardly Sarah didn't seem in the slightest bit different, chatty and friendly as usual. I could see she was wearing a bikini under her tee shirt and I looked forward to re-acquainting myself with her body, particularly her breasts although this morning would take some beating. She disappeared upstairs while I cleared away then I went out to the garden and set up the sun loungers.

It was a while before she came out, I'd already done my sun cream with the exception of my back and she immediately offered to do that for me, her hands feeling as good as ever on my skin. I settled back and watched her coat her legs in the cream, she pulled off her tee shirt and then paused, looking me in the eye. "I don't think we need to bother with this anymore do you?"

She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra top and shrugged it off her shoulders. Once released her breasts settled into their natural tear drop shape and the sight of them stirred something in my cock. Still smiling at me she poured a hefty dollop of cream into her hands and started to massage it into her breasts, squashing and distorting them as she worked the cream in. By the time she'd finished I was having difficulty hiding my erection.

"Now my back if you wouldn't mind." She handed me the bottle and turned away, leaving me with no option but to stand up, very conscious of my cock tenting the front of my shorts. I expected some smart comment but got none as I ran my hands across her back. "Don't forget the sides," she reminded me and carefully I edged round her body my fingers perilously close to that soft breast tissue.

"Right, all done!" She turned back to face me and took the bottle, and I saw her eyes drop to my crotch but again she made no comment and I was able to sit back down and watch as she leaned forward over her sun lounger and spread her towel out. Her breasts hung straight down from her body, nipples soft and broad on the ends and I longed just to reach out and cup one. "At least I won't have white tits," she remarked as she lay back and closed her eyes.

I was so tempted just to sit and look at her, but I knew if I did that I'd end up rubbing my cock somehow and I forced myself to close my own eyes and try to forget she was there. It did work and soon I could feel my prick slowly softening until once more everything was comfortable. Surprisingly it stayed that way, even when she got up and made us some coffees, her breasts swaying on her chest as she walked across the patio and I began to think it was going to be fine for the rest of the day. Idly I wondered how Dad was getting on, what happened on nude beaches I wondered, was it just a sea of erect cocks or did they get used to the sight of tits and pussies all day? I couldn't believe so, I had a pretty fair idea how my cock would react to a bare pussy. It twitched as though agreeing with me and I hurriedly thrust those thoughts aside.

Thankfully at lunch time Sarah put her tee shirt back on, and although I could still see them swaying and wobbling I was spared having to sit at the table and look at them. We treated ourselves to a beer at lunch again and settled back in the increasing heat.

As had happened before, the combination of the warmth, a full belly and a beer made me dozy and I struggled to keep my eyes open. Sarah appeared to be having similar difficulties and finally I gave in to it and just let myself sleep. How long I was out for I couldn't immediately tell, probably only 20 minutes or half an hour, but woke to find myself alone again. This time I wasn't so concerned, but wondered what she was up to. Loo again probably. When she didn't return I started to get... not worried, but inquisitive and got up to see where she was.

The ground floor was devoid of anyone and I clambered slowly up the stairs to see her bedroom door shut again. I could just hear something, almost like a gentle sobbing and I crept up to her door and put my ear close to it. Yes, it definitely sounded like someone sobbing and I hesitated for a second before raising my hand to knock on her door.

As I did so I must have inadvertently leaned on it, there was click and it swung open. My first thought was of relief, Sarah wasn't upset and sobbing at all, she was cumming. She was stretched out on her bed, legs apart, breasts oscillating on her chest in time to the pink cock that was being thrust rhythmically in and out of her pussy. Her bikini bottom was dangling from one ankle and her hips were just starting to rise off the bed as her orgasm overtook her.

My eyes flashed from her breasts to her pussy, glistening wet and then back to her breasts and up to her eyes which were locked on mine. "Fuck!" I couldn't say who uttered the word or whether it was both of us, but for a moment all I could do was stand stock still as my brain struggled to take it in. She had no triangle of pubic hair, or rather no curly mass, instead it looked more like designer stubble, her pussy lips were stretched round the fake cock and there was a foamy residue seeping from them.

Common sense, decency, call it what you like overtook me and I started to back out, seeing her slide the cock from her pussy exposing her lips closing round her opened vagina, the pink insides disappearing. "Sorry!" was all I could stutter as I closed the door, my heart still thudding in my chest. I realised my cock was rock hard and my hand holding it, as I pretty much staggered into my room and shut the door behind me. In no time my shorts were round my ankles and I was furiously stroking myself, my fist flying up and down my rock hard cock.

Images flew across my mind's eye, dominated by one frozen in time of my Aunt, whom I'd loved for as long as I could remember, with that fake cock in her pussy. I came hard, spunk flying out of my cock spurting I knew not nor cared where as my orgasm rolled over and over until I was dry and it was becoming painful.

How was I going to face her now? It had been difficult enough this morning, but this was ten times worse. I cleaned myself off and went out onto the landing, her door was shut and for a moment I considered knocking and going to apologise to her, but in the end chickened out and went back out to my sun bed. She wasn't there and I could only wonder what was going through her head. Mine was a confused jumble of thoughts, anxiety, embarrassment and that recurring picture of that cock in her pussy.

Nervously I awaited her re-appearance and when I caught sight of her coming out of the back door I stood up to face the music. We both started to speak at the same time.

"Sarah, I'm so sorry I..."

"Rick," she held her hand up to forestall me, "it doesn't matter, I watched you this morning and now you've seen me. So what? We both do it and now we both know." She peeled off her tee shirt and I saw she hadn't bothered to put her bikini top on, her breasts settling on her chest. "In fact it makes this so much easier." To my astonishment she hooked her fingers in her bikini bottoms and slid them down, lifting her feet in turn to step out of them. I found it was one thing seeing her pussy from the doorway of her bedroom, another seeing it right next to me and my cock started to rise again.

"Now I won't have to worry about any tan lines, and nor will you." She reached out and before I could do anything about it, she'd slid my shorts down from my waist and over my hips. My cock sprung up, almost hitting her in the face and she stared at it.

"Didn't you have a wank after you'd seen me?" I nodded in embarrassment, "Well it seems you need another one. Go on go ahead, it won't bother me and who knows I might even join you." She settled down on her sun lounger and grabbed the bottle of sun cream and to my consternation started to rub it all over her pussy and bum. I watched as she spread her lips and made sure she was well covered before handing the bottle to me.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" I found I was just standing there staring at her exposed pussy and sheepishly I took the bottle and gave my cock a good slathering, in doing so rubbing myself up and down as though I was masturbating. Sarah grinned at me and embarrassed once more, I stopped and sat back down, very conscious of my cock sticking up vertically. She ignored it though, or at least seemed to although I did catch her sneaking the odd glance my way.

I'd managed to successfully ignore her bare breasts earlier, but her full nakedness now was too much and my cock stubbornly refused to settle down and I knew I was going to have to do something about it or face the painful consequences. I rolled into a sitting position and made to stand up, "I'll just go and....."

"Don't be silly, you did it in front of me this morning, it's no different now, and in fact should be easier now I've got no clothes on at all. Go on, just do it, you can look at my pussy if you want." She opened her legs and I could see the detail of her lips, crinkly and tucked inside her outer labia and at the top, nestled in its hood was her clit.

My hand started moving of its own volition, sliding up and down my slippery shaft, the sensation fabulous, my arousal heightened by the sight of her pussy only feet away from me. She moistened her lips, her tongue just flicking out between them and I watched as her hand slipped between her legs and began to stroke her pussy, making little circles round and round, then sliding up to do the same to her clit. It was never going to be a long wank, the sight before me was just too arousing and already I could feel my orgasm starting deep inside me, rising slowly through my stomach, a tightening sensation in my balls and then shooting upwards.

The first spurt caught her unawares, landing on her breast and I directed the next one away from her, not quite making it in time as it landed just above her pussy in the stubble of her pubes. The rest I managed to spray on the ground as my fist flew up and down until I was done. Sheepishly I looked at her, my gaze met with a broad smile.

"When you let go it sure does fly doesn't it?" she commented as she scooped up the dollop on her breasts and licked it into her mouth then repeated the process for the bit that had made it to her stubble. She pulled a face, "You need more sugar in your diet." I stared at her almost in disbelief as she finished licking her fingers. "Seriously, it does affect the taste you know."

I rather hoped she'd masturbate as well, but she didn't seem inclined to do so, contenting herself with just toying with her pussy for a few minutes before settling back in the sun. It seemed as though one show was all I was going to get. We spent the rest of the day naked and I was starting to get comfortable with the notion, perhaps Mum and Dad had the right idea after all. Occasionally she would do something that set me off, she got up once to adjust the towel on her bed and I was treated to a lovely view from behind of her pussy and arsehole, one that caused my cock to stir and I gave it a few strokes, but didn't progress the idea any further.

As the warmth left the day we gathered up our things and made our way indoors, not bothering to dress. "I need to wash all this gunk off," said Sarah as we got upstairs, for a minute I thought she was going to invite me into the shower with her but after a brief pause she went in alone and closed the door behind her. I went and sat on my bed and waited for her to come out which to be fair didn't take long and she passed by my door with a towel round her and her usual cheery "Bathroom's free!" and soon I was standing under the stream of hot water myself, reflecting on what a day it had been.

I felt my cock stiffening and clasped it in my hand, starting off just washing it, but pretty soon my hand was flying up and down the shaft, my mind's eye seeing a slideshow of images, but the one it kept returning to was Sarah masturbating with the dildo stuffed in her pussy. I could feel my orgasm brewing and suddenly my balls tightened and my cock erupted, jets of cum spurting out everywhere, dripping down the tiles and screen into the bath where they washed away.

Feeling a little guilty, I got out and dried myself off and rather pointlessly wrapped a towel round my waist and headed out to my room. Sarah hadn't bothered to shut her door and I could see her sitting at the dressing table, the towel still wrapped around her, drying her hair with a dryer. As I watched she turned the dryer off and stood up, the towel falling away leaving her naked. She looked up and saw me then smiled and started to dress, pulling a pair of panties on. I realised I was just gawping and moved on, going into my bedroom to get dressed.

Dinner was a rather surreal affair, exactly the same as previous nights, not a word was spoken about the way we'd spent the day, it was as if nothing had happened at all. She was the first to call it a night and pausing only to give me a quick kiss, she went upstairs and I heard the various noises that indicated she was getting ready for bed. I watch a bit more TV the turned in myself, slipping naked into bed as I did every night.

Still my mind wandered over the day, sleep coming slowly when I heard my door open. "Rick?" came a whispered voice, "Are you asleep?" Always a pointless question I had thought.

"Not yet," I replied, turning over to face the direction of the door, unable to see anything clearly in the darkness.

"Good." As had happened the night before the bed dipped and a body slid in beside me. Arms came round my neck and the body cuddled up close to me and with a shock I realised she was naked, her skin feeling incredibly soft against mine. One hand went down and cupped her bum, the other slid in between us and found a soft breast which my hand covered. I was very conscious of my hard cock pressing against her stomach and lower body, but she seemed not to care as her mouth sought mine and our lips met in a kiss that became more passionate as it went on.

"Sarah," I began but she shushed me and I felt her body slid down mine and her hands found my hardness. Then her hair brushed round me and my cock slipped into a warm wetness as her lips closed round me and her tongue worked around the crown. Indescribable feelings washed through me as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth until I could feel the tip brushing against her throat. For a second I thought she was going to take me even deeper but she didn't and to my disappointment released me and slid back up, her lips returning to mine.

Once more I cupped her breast, feeling the nipple hard in my palm, then slowly I inched it downwards, over her stomach and across the stubble of her pubes. My fingers encountered softness and I pushed one in, feeling her labia part and the slickness inside. I stroked gently up and down, over her clit and back, slipping back down into that welcoming, warm wetness, then my finger encountered her pussy opening and slid inside. I heard her gasp as my finger pushed inside the velvety walls of her pussy.

"I want your cock inside me," she murmured, pulling me over on top of her and opening her legs. I could feel my cockhead pressing against her pussy and pushed firmly forwards. Her lips parted and I slipped in. I could feel her walls stretching round me, but she was very wet and I was soon buried deep inside, relishing the warm tightness around me.

"So good," she whispered in my ear as I began to undulate my hips, driving my cock in and out of her sopping pussy. "That's it!" She encouraged me, "Keep doing that and I'll be cumming in no time." I was surprised how aroused she seemed to be, her body was matching mine stroke for stroke and more, pushing up hard against me, her hands like talons in my back.

Suddenly she became rigid, her breath coming in short sharp gasps and I realised she was having an orgasm, I held her tight, my cock still but rammed deep into her pussy as she trembled and shook in my arms. Gradually the tremors subsided and she relaxed again as our bodies resumed their steady rhythm, meeting with a gentle bump each time. I could sense her squeezing me, tightening her pussy muscles round me with each thrust, something I found highly arousing, and from the little grunts coming from her mouth each time, so did she.

I wanted it to go on forever, not only did it feel fabulous but my head was almost swimming at the thought of actually making love to Sarah, never mind that she was technically my Aunt, but the woman with whom I had been in love with for pretty much all of my life. Each thrust into her pussy sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my body, each squeeze of her pussy round my cock heightening the sensation. Her own obvious arousal only served to amplify my own feelings and it was not surprising that I found our tempo increasing, both of us consumed by desire.

Faster and harder I thrust into her, she was becoming more vocal, encouraging me on, exhorting me to fuck her harder and I redoubled my efforts, ramming my cock into her with an increasing intensity. I could feel my orgasm brewing deep inside me and I tried to slow down, to control and contain it, but Sarah merely took over driving the pace, her body lifting up to meet mine all the while verbalising her pre-orgasmic tension.

I knew I was lost when I felt my balls tighten and that feeling begin to well up deep inside my body. I tried to hold it but had to give in and suddenly my cock was erupting inside her. I could feel the tightness of her pussy round my granite-like cock, the jets of semen pumping out into the tight confines of her pussy. Then she began to judder and a near scream broke from her mouth as she writhed under me, our bodies crashing together as the force of our orgasms ripped through us.

I managed a couple of last thrusts and then was still, her pussy twitched once then I felt her go limp under me and I collapsed on top of her. Our chests were heaving, hearts thumping as our breath slowly came back to us. My cock slipped limply from her pussy and I rolled away, both of us on our backs still gasping for oxygen. I felt her hand reach for mine and our fingers locked together.

"Thank you," she half whispered in the darkness

"What for?" I asked.

"Thank you for making me remember how good that could be, and for one of the best orgasms of my life." I felt her turn towards me and throw a leg over my thigh, the softness of her breasts on my chest and her mouth nuzzling into my neck. Gradually the warmth of her body and the bed started to have an effect and I felt myself drifting, then all was black.

The night was filled with half-remembered caresses punctuated with tender kisses, but when I woke Sarah was on her back and I was tucked into her side, one hand cupping a soft breast and my hard cock pressing into her thigh. I looked at her face and leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

"What did I do to deserve that?" she asked without opening her eyes.

"Everything. Last night, and particularly for still being here this morning."

"You didn't think I was going to miss out on this did you?" Her hand slipped down and encircled my cock, "Not after what effect it had on me. If I'd known earlier we wouldn't have wasted all that time getting ourselves off. Now are you going to make love to me again or do I have to do it?" She opened her eyes and looked questioningly at me.

I just looked into her eyes for a second then slipped my hand from her breast replacing it with my lips which sucked gently on her nipple as my tongue played with the hard bud. I felt her hand start to stroke my cock, and slipped my hand between her legs which opened to allow me access. Her pussy felt beautifully warm and soft and I toyed at it with my fingers before easing her lips apart and running them along her slit. She was already wet and they slid easily up and down, teasing her clit and then along to her pussy opening. I pushed a fingertip inside and just eased it around, tantalising her before withdrawing it and starting again.

I could feel her getting wetter as her juices coursed down her pussy and my fingers were spreading the wetness all over her vulva. Carefully I rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs further apart with my knees as my cock nudged up against her softness. "Here?" I asked, pushing forward slightly.

"Mmmm," I could feel her lifting up, my cockhead coming into contact with her pussy entrance, but I resisted the temptation to just plunge deep into her and taunted her with my hardness. She looked imploringly into my eyes and I nearly weakened and gave into our desires, but I wanted more. Slowly I slipped down until my face was buried in her breasts, and my mouth found her nipples once more. I switched from one to the other, kissing, licking, sucking until they were both as hard as pebbles and dark red from the blood engorging them.

Down further I slid, my mouth trailing kisses down her stomach and across her stubbly mound. Suddenly she realised where I was heading and her hands flew down and grabbed my head. "Rick, I haven't wash...." Her warning became a guttural moan as my mouth closed on her pussy and my tongue pushed hard into her. I could taste the fresh surges of juice that were pouring from her and an underlying muskiness, I didn't care, all I wanted was to bury my face into her and give her the utmost pleasure.

I slipped a finger inside her pussy, followed by another and sawed them in and out as my tongue continued its assault on her lips. They were neat and tidy I could see, extending only a little and I nuzzled them with my lips, planting kisses all over. My face was getting very soaked, so wet was she getting, then without warning she let loose a shrill cry and her body started to buck and shake. I grabbed her bum and pressed my face as hard into her pussy as I could, my tongue working frantically as my mouth filled with an incredible tasting fluid.

It seemed to go on and on, then she stilled and suddenly reached down and pulled me up, locking her mouth onto mine. I could feel her tongue scrabbling around my lips as her lower body thrust desperately up against mine. My cock found her softness and I thrust forward, the head penetrating right into her pussy, slipping easily in until I was fully embedded. Our bodies hammered against each other, then incredibly I felt her cumming again, her pussy clamping round me like a vice, then just as abruptly she collapsed back onto the bed.

I lay perfectly still on top of her, sensing her body slowly recovering, then almost imperceptibly at first began to undulate my hips, my cock barely moving inside her. Gradually I increased the range and pace and soon we were back up to speed. Abruptly she rolled out from under me and sat up. Perplexed I looked at her, then she pushed me onto my back and threw a leg across my hips, straddling me.

She lifted herself up and took me in her hand then lowered her pussy down enveloping me once again in her warm wetness. I could see her lips stretching round me, her clit very prominent, then her trim waist and above it her breasts, nipples almost angry looking. I reached up and cupped her breasts, my fingers brushing lightly over her nipples as she began to rock her body and I could feel my cock slipping in and out of her. Our eyes met and she smiled and I felt myself the luckiest man in the world.

We found a comfortable rhythm, less frantic, Sarah just rolling her hips and me pushing up inside her and slowly I could feel my orgasm building. First it was no more than a warmth, a comfortable glow inside me, and then it was growing, expanding and I could feel that familiar tightening. I dropped my hands to her hips, helping and guiding her as the tempo changed, subtly to begin with, then a greater intensity took over and our bodies began to slam against each other, our pelvic bones grinding together.

Sarah dropped a hand to her clit and rubbed circles round it, then began to rub with more intent. I could feel the end of my cock bashing against something inside her, sending ripples of pleasure through me. The glow became a fire and was spreading rapidly through my body and I searched desperately in her face for a sign that I could have my release. As though she divined my thoughts she braced one hand on my chest and was almost slamming herself against me, then there was no stopping it and I thrust up hard into her pussy as my cock exploded, filling her with my cum.

Sarah fell forward onto my chest, her breasts squashing against me as her throat released a keening sound and her pussy pulsed around me. I grabbed hold of her bum and forced myself deep in her until I was empty. We were still, and I could feel my cock slowly softening in her pussy until it slipped out and a gush of something wet and warm fell onto my thighs. She rolled off me and tucked into my side.

"I could stay here all day," she murmured softly, echoing my own thoughts. We did lie there for a while, but in the end it was my bladder that drove me out of bed leaving Sarah lying back on the pillow, her eyes closed.

I stood over the toilet, my soft cock in my hand as my pee pumped out of me and I thought back over the past night. My reverie was interrupted by the door opening and Sarah coming in. she glanced at my cock, pee still jetting out as I recovered from the surprise. "That takes me right back to when you were little," she said, "you were always proud of your willie and peeing. It was kind of cute really, but not nearly as nice as now."

She moved over to the shower above the bath and turned the taps on, putting her hand under the spray and adjusting the temperature until she was satisfied. "Shower together?" Grinning I shook the last few drops off the end of my cock and stepped away from the toilet and stepped over the edge of the bath and under the water. Sarah didn't join me and I looked quizzically at her, then watched slack jawed as she settled herself on the toilet and began to pee. I could just see the stream emerging from her pussy lips as it splashed down into the bowl as my hand automatically went to my cock and stroked it, regrettably to little effect.

She finished and lifted herself up, shaking her body, then got into the shower with me. We spent an unwarranted amount of time washing each other before getting out and drying ourselves. "What shall we do today?" I asked, thinking that perhaps a day in bed was warranted.

"Let's go for a nice long walk," she suggested to my disappointment, then reaching out to give my cock a gentle fondle added, "then perhaps we can laze around a bit this afternoon and..." Grinning we walked hand in hand out of the bathroom and across the landing. "Bathroom's free!" she called out as we split up to go into our separate rooms.

I was first downstairs, Sarah joining me a short while later. She had a dress on, pure white, the material was embroidered with small flowers and in the centre of each, a tiny hole. It had the effect of seeming to make the dress transparent, but in reality all I could make out was the merest idea of white panties and bra, but my cock still twitched at the sight. She bent down and kissed me as we set to preparing breakfast.

I'd wracked my brains for somewhere we could have a nice walk, ideally circular as no-one really wanted just to walk back along the same route. I had an idea, it involved a short car journey but that didn't matter and we set off in a happy frame of mind. There was a parking area and we got out and locked the car then set off hand in hand. It didn't seem to busy, we only encountered a few other people walking the other way greeting them with a brisk "Good Morning." Most had dogs with them running off the lead and they would come up and enthusiastically jump around us.

The first part or the walk was along an old, long disused railway track that had been kept clear of undergrowth and was well used by walkers and bike riders and we made good progress, stopping occasionally to admire the view or a particularly attractive flower. The only sounds were the buzzing of insects and it felt really peaceful.

We came across an old station, some enterprising individual had converted it into a pub and although it was too early for a proper drink we stopped and had a coffee each. I was finding Sarah's dress quite arousing, the outline of her white panties was quite apparent through the little holes in her dress and I could almost imagine the darkness of her nipples, and although I didn't actually have an erection, my cock was not exactly totally limp either.

We'd only gone about a mile or so when Sarah stopped. "I should have had a wee at that pub, that coffee's gone straight through me." I looked around, we were in an area with shrubbery on both sides.

"Why don't you nip behind these bushes, no-one will see you if they come along."

Sarah looked around, "But they'll see you standing here and know what I'm doing. You'll just have to come with me."

"But then I'll see you......" My words dried up.

"You saw me this morning."

"That was different."

"No it wasn't. Come on." She dragged me by the hand and through the bushes into the adjoining field, then with a brief look around hitched her dress up around her waist and tugged her knickers down to her knees. For a moment I thought she was going to pee standing up, but she squatted down and opened her legs.

I couldn't help it, I stood there, unable to drag my eyes away from her pussy which began to emit a stream of pee, stuttering at first, then pouring out from between her lips. Some of it ran down over her bum and upper thighs before she used her hand to part her lips and the stream became straight and true.

Slowly it subsided and she looked up at me. "There, that wasn't so bad was it? Do you have a tissue I can use?" I rummaged in my pockets to no avail, "I'll just have to use these then." She slipped off her panties and wadded them up and wiped herself dry with them, then grimacing, folded them up carefully and tucked them into her small handbag. "Can't wear them like that, I'll have to go commando."

She let her dress go and straightened it and I found I could just make out the darkness of her stubbly pubes through the material. It was bad enough watching her pee, my cock had stiffened considerably, pressing against my trousers, but to know that she was now knickerless under that holey dress was going to be difficult to bear.

It was time to leave the railway track and start the return leg of the journey and we ventured along a footpath across some fields, passing herds of mildly inquisitive cows and some sheep. There seemed fewer people on this path and we were essentially alone. My cock was becoming used to the thought of her nakedness and I was starting to feel a little more comfortable.

That was until we encountered a style. I clambered over first and turned to help Sarah over. She hitched up her dress and I caught sight of her pussy lips, flashing between her legs. Then she stumbled on the bottom step and pretty much fell into my arms. "Thanks," she said, "but if you wanted to grab my tit you could have just asked me." I looked down to see that my hand was clasped firmly round a breast. "And what is that digging into my leg? Do you need to sort it out or do you want me to do it for you?"

Without waiting for an answer she pulled me into a passionate kiss, her hand snaking down between us to clasp my cock through my trousers as I started to fondle her breast. We managed to stumble away from the path into the corner of a field and I pulled her down onto the grass with me. "My dress," she gasped, "it'll get all green." She pulled away from me and sat up, then grasping the hem pulled it up and over her head. Now she only had a bra on and my cock stiffened again at the sight. "If I'm half-naked then so can you be." She grabbed my tee shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to one side.

For a moment she just sat there as if contemplating what to do, but then she threw a leg over my chest and plonked herself down. All I could see was a gaping pussy topped by her scant pubes and I ran my hands along her inner thighs until my thumbs encountered her pussy and more specifically her clit which they began to press on.

"Mmmm, that feels nice, but don't start something you can't finish."

"Who said anything about not finishing," I murmured easing her up from my chest so her pussy was directly above my head. The temptation was too much and I pressed my mouth to it, easing my tongue into her slit and running it along its length. I could feel her rocking to and fro, making it easier for me and fresh surges of pussy juice were assailing my taste buds. I looked up and saw her wrestling her bra off and there were her breasts, as appealing as ever, nipples brown and hard on the ends.

Quite honestly I could have stayed there all day licking and kissing her pussy, and from the noises coming from her so could Sarah, but she seemingly had other ideas and to my disappointment lifted off me, but only to turn round so she was now facing my feet. This gave me a whole new perspective, now I could see her puckered hole, the skin darker round it and I ventured my tongue to lick it gently.

I felt her stiffen and relax, "Careful," she admonished, "you don't have to." It was a new experience for me and I pulled her cheeks apart to savour it. She had an earthy taste and I do admit to deliberately not thinking what caused it, but from the way she was pushing back against me I gleaned she was enjoying it which was more than sufficient reason for me to continue. She leaned forward which made it easier to run my tongue all over her pussy and arse and I used my fingers to open her up even more.

Something scrabbled at my shorts and I felt them pulled open and then pushed down. My cock sprang free and was immediately grasped in a firm hand and stroked vigorously. It was difficult to concentrate on what I was doing but I struggled manfully until a warm wet feeling surrounded my cock and I knew I was inside Sarah's mouth. I just had to break away from her pussy as the sensations engulfed me, it wasn't my first blowjob, but it was certainly the most intense, made doubly so by the sight in front of me.

I resumed my licking and kissing, trying to split my attention, but being a man multi-tasking didn't come easily. The sensation emanating from my cock was starting to drive my arousal through the roof and I could feel my orgasm building rapidly. I tried to warn her, croaking her name, but whether she didn't hear me or chose to ignore me she continued to suck and lick at my cock with what seemed like even more passion.

It was no use and I felt my cock erupt, I expected her to release me but instead it was as though she was sucking me deeper into her throat as spurt after spurt of cum left me. I felt her body tense and then it was my turn to be flooded, what seemed like gallons of liquid spraying from her pussy, flooding my mouth and drenching my face and chest in a clear warm liquid. At least she'd had a pee not long ago I thought so I was probably all right in that respect.

Then with a deep exhalation she relaxed and I felt my cock escape from her mouth. She spun round and lay on top of me, her legs apart, her body just gently undulating on mine. "I've never done that before, cum while giving a blow job I mean." She kissed me on the lips and I could taste myself on her, but then she was doing the same.

She rolled off me and rummaged in her handbag, pulling out her panties. She used them to wipe my face and chest down then opened her legs and carefully wiped and dried her pussy. "Just as well I swallowed all your cum or we'd have that to clear up as well." She put her panties back in her bag and stood up as I gazed rapturously up at her. "Come on, before someone comes and catches us." I stood and did up my shorts and she pulled her dress over her head, not bothering to put her bra on I noticed. She tried to put it in her bag but it didn't fit and grinning she handed it to me. "Got a pocket for that?"

We set off back to the car, fortunately not encountering anyone as her nipples and the shadow of her pubes were visible through the perforations in her dress. We sat down and belted up and she leaned over and kissed me. "That was lovely, we must to it again someday." I wasn't sure if she meant the walk or the sex, but I was up for either, and preferably both. As I pulled out of the car park she rested her hand on my thigh, right up the top and when I looked over at her she shrugged impishly, then pulled up the hem of her dress so that her pussy was visible. Dad's car was never going to be the same again.

We spent the remaining days of my parents' holiday sleeping in the same bed, making love morning and night and often in between times as well. We shared showers and baths and more intimate bathroom activities. We sunbathed naked, went to the beach and took long walks together and it was fair to say that I had never been happier.

We lay one morning wrapped in each other's arms basking in our post orgasmic glow. "This can't go on for ever you know?" Sarah suddenly articulated.

"What can't?" I asked although I full well knew what she was referring to.

"Us. Your parents will be back soon and you'll be back off to university and I'll have to go home at some point after..." She stopped suddenly. Deep down I knew, but my brain had refused to contemplate it. "Never mind that I am your Aunt." I silenced her with a long kiss, but we both had to face up to reality.

We went together to the airport to pick Mum and Dad up, they looked disgustingly tanned and relaxed and my mother fussed over me, wanting to know what we'd been up to. I gave her a potted history with several knowing looks at Sarah and were soon home. It was difficult sleeping apart, but I knew things had changed when I was woken the first morning with a knock on the door and a cheery "Bathroom's free!" It was a lonely wank that morning and I lay in bed for quite a while afterwards, no longer having the inclination to be around Sarah if we couldn't behave as lovers. I had to admit to myself I was sulking.

Finally I did stir and had a shower and went downstairs. The house was empty and I remembered that Dad had to go straight back to work. I couldn't find either Mum or Sarah and I wandered out to the garden to see two heads above the backs of the two sun loungers. I approached them as my mother said, "Ah, here he is, Sarah's been filling me in on some of the things you left out. Quite the time you had by the sound of it, it's taken her mind off things." I still hadn't actually been told what these 'things' were.

Mum and Sarah were both in their bikinis, "You don't mind son do you? Us being dressed like this, only it sort of prolongs the holiday for a bit." Of course I didn't mind, although I'd rather Sarah had been naked. "Why don't you join us, get some sun on your body?"

I pulled off my the shirt and sat down on a spare lounger as my mother continued, "Of course this isn't actually how we spent our holiday," she giggled, glancing meaningfully at her sister, "and so I understand neither is it how you two have spent your time. So how about we do it properly?" With that she sat up and to my amazement reached behind her and unsnapped her bra top. Out tumbled her breasts, the same colour as the rest of her.

"That's better," she massaged them as though to get the blood flow back, and although it wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother's breasts, it was certainly the closest I had been to them. Movement caught my eye and I turned to Sarah to see her taking her top off, and even though hers were more recently familiar to me I could feel my cock starting to stiffen in my shorts.

"In fact," she paused briefly before continuing, "Why don't we go the whole hog? You're an adult now and I'm sure you've seen lots of naked women." With that she lifted her hips up and slithered her bikini bottoms off. I couldn't help but stare at her shaved pussy, and although I couldn't see all of it, the top of her slit and clitoral hood were plainly visible. If possible my cock became even harder and unconsciously I adjusted it in my shorts.

"Aren't you going to join us?" Us? I looked over to see Sarah shimmying down her bikini, a sweet but knowing smile on her face.

"But Mum, I've got an...."

"Erection? I'd be surprised and frankly a little disappointed if you didn't have. Don't worry, I've seen it before and anyway, your Dad spent half the holiday with one. Come on Rick, don't be shy in front of your old Mum, I know Sarah's seen it all anyway." Clearly the game was well and truly up and I eased my shorts down, my cock springing up in front of me. "No wonder she's got a smile on her face." continued Mum as she relaxed back on her lounger, "Just sort it out if you need to, or one of us can help if you wish."

Fortunately I managed to get it under control and for most of the rest of the day it stayed that way. We all got dressed before Dad got home, Mum putting her finger to her lips in the universal sign for silence, "Just our little secret," she whispered.

That evening we were all sitting watching the news on TV, Sarah and I had hardly turned it on and I was only half concentrating when I heard the newsreader say, "Convicted gangland murderer Jason Smith was today sentenced to a minimum of twenty five years in jail for the murder of his rivals last year." A picture flashed up on the screen and I turned to the three adults, "Isn't that Sarah's partner....?" I dried up.

"Yes, that's him," Sarah replied, "and now you know why I had to get away while the trial was going on. It was the most horrific time of my life and I am so grateful to you all for helping me through this times, especially you Rick. Now I can go home again and be safe in the knowledge that he will never trouble me again. I intend to have a new start, clear out everything from the house and redecorate completely." I could only sit and stare at her.

"I've an idea," suggested Mum. "Why doesn't Rick go back with you and help you for a couple of weeks or so?"