Spiritual Ecstasy

All characters are over the age of eighteen. Part of this story takes place on a boat. So be ready for nautical terminology. Head, cabin, bulkhead, port, starboard, bow, stern, etc. If you don't get it right, I'll throw you out that little round window. ????

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Spiritual Ecstasy

My maternal grandfather was born in 1920 in the area just east of Tampa Bay. Like a lot of farming families, having plenty of children was common. Fruitful, one might say, if you're feeling punny. As my great-grandfather owned a successful farm of citrus groves and strawberry fields, encompassing a couple of thousand acres, spread all over the county. Grandpa was the second eldest of seven children. Six boys in a row, and then the last was a daughter born in 1937.

***

Father's Day, 1989

"I figured I'd find you out here. Happy birthday, cuz." A female voice said from behind me. I wasn't surprised, as I'd heard footsteps on the gangway that went from Uncle Charlie's floating dock to the seawall. I'd figured it was one of my uncles coming out to look at Charlie's boat, the Soul Voyager II. It was moored to the dock, so I was fishing from the bow of the twenty-seven-foot cabin cruiser to cast further into the deepest parts of the channel.

That day was our family's annual Father's Day celebration at Aunt Vera and Uncle Charlie's Apollo Beach home, which, aside from having only one bathroom, was perfectly suited for entertaining. It had a big dining room and a living room with a screened-in porch out back.

The house was in a man-made water-front community on the east side of Tampa Bay. It had dozens of deep canals that gave every home access to the bay and the Gulf of Mexico. For a lifelong sailor like Uncle Charlie, it was perfect.

Classically, my birthday, which was just days before, would get lumped in with it. There would be cake and presents, and then the adults would all head out to the patio to talk about adult stuff. As a child, I'd either play with my cousins or grab Uncle Charlie's fishing gear and try to pull some fish from the channel. Years later, as an adult, I still preferred fishing to listening to my relatives talk about the price of oranges or fuel or whatever was going on in the world.

I whirled, and there standing on the floating dock was my cousin Regina in a pair of denim shorts and a halter top. She looked... beautiful. Her short chestnut brown hair was blowing in the breeze, and she was smiling at me. It was a smile I remembered from when we were kids. Back when we were the best of friends.

Reggie is the granddaughter of my granduncle Frank, two years older than me, and we were once as thick as thieves. But at some point, when her good looks had made her popular, and she was busy with school activities, she stopped coming to our family events. And when she did show up, she didn't have time for her chubby cousin, often not staying very long. I hadn't seen her for longer than fifteen minutes in the last four years.

After graduation, I got a job working in construction locally, and at about the same time, Regina got married. I wasn't invited. According to my mother, it was a 'small service'. My mom, who can be a judgmental sort, had assumed a pregnancy, but that turned out to not be the case.

Recently, I'd heard through the grapevine that it had ended in divorce. Regina was always the princess of the family. Everyone had doted on her, and I'll admit I was no exception. She was a beauty. I raised an eyebrow and gave her a frown that I really didn't mean. "So, you're speaking to me now?"

She frowned back at me and then walked to the stern where it was low enough to get aboard and then walked forward along the railing. "Your mom mentioned I might not get the warmest welcome from you."

I shrugged and reeled in my line. I'd not gotten a single bite all morning, and I knew that lunch would be served back at the house soon. After I set down the fishing rod, Regina stepped across the deck and hugged me tightly. I was surprised to say the least, but I hugged her back and felt her body shudder against mine, suddenly realizing that she was having an emotional moment.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly, and I felt her relax in my arms. Regina pulled back and smiled wistfully, then held me at arm's length and looked me up and down.

"You look great, Jack," she said, ignoring my question. "Somehow, I missed when my chunky cousin turned into a stud."

I smiled. I was one of those unlucky kids born with a less-than-enthusiastic thyroid gland, and I'd battled obesity my entire childhood. These days, a fat kid in school is just another kid, but in the eighties, I stood out like a sore thumb in class photos. Since graduation, I'd gone from a less-than-svelte two-fifty-five to a much more appropriate one-seventy-five for my stocky five-foot-nine frame. I'd dropped a lot of fat and put on some muscle. "Yeah, I'm on hormone replacements and took up soccer on the weekends," I said. "Plus, work keeps me busy."

Regina didn't reply for a while and then hugged me again. "I've missed you," she said, and then pulled back quickly with her eyes wide. "Wait! I'm mad at you!" I would have asked what for, but she didn't give me the chance. "You're joining the Coast Guard?! Why wasn't I involved in this monumental decision?!" she asked, but I could see in her expression that she was joking. Mostly.

Grinning, I gave her an equally perturbed look. "I don't recall anyone asking my opinion on you getting married," I said flatly, and Regina's face fell.

"I wish I had," she whispered, and all the angst I had carried concerning Regina seemed to evaporate. All I knew was my side of our relationship, and judging her based on that narrow focus seemed wrong now.

"There you are," came a voice, and we both turned to see Aunt Vera on the freshly cut grass with her hands on her shapely hips. Aunt Vera was technically our grandaunt, the youngest of my grandfather's siblings. In 1989, she was fifty-two and in marvelous shape. Fond of sundresses, she always looked great. Unlike a lot of the ladies of her generation, with heavily styled hair and a coating of hairspray you could bounce a rock off of, she always preferred a more natural look. When her lovely blonde hair began to go white, she just embraced it, much to my mother's chagrin, who was intent on fighting her gray and wrinkles to her dying breath.

"C'mon. We're about to have lunch. Uncle Charlie is going to say the prayer," she said, gesturing toward the house.

Regina leaned over and whispered from the side of her mouth. "Don't want to miss that, do we?" With restraint, I kept from laughing and waved to Aunt Vera, and she turned and walked back towards the house.

"I, umm... I was sorry to hear about the divorce," I said.

She chuckled. "It was doomed, I'm afraid. There were... complications. We rushed into it without... really figuring things--" She cut herself off with an anxious wave of her hand and then walked back to the stern.

After we climbed over to the dock, she stopped me. "So... you're twenty-one now. If this wasn't a dry home, I'd buy you a beer," she said, forcing a smile onto her face. Then she changed the subject to my upcoming military service. "When are you leaving for basic training?"

Uncle Charlie had always been the first to suggest military service to me when I was pondering my future. He was a career Navy man, but when I joined the Coast Guard, I think he'd been disappointed I didn't follow in his footsteps.

"This time next month," I told her, and her face fell.

"I--" she began, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked, to be sure, but it wasn't the first time it had happened.

***

As soon as I got my first car at eighteen, I'd figured out that driving separately to family functions was always the best idea. That way, I could make an excuse to leave early or stay late if I wanted to. At Aunt Vera's, I liked to stay late and help clean up. She was always so appreciative, often giving me hugs and warm kisses on my cheek. I could often feel her big breasts flatten against my chest and had to force myself not to grab her big, beautiful ass.

As I washed the dishes, I enjoyed the cool breeze through the jalousie window. The home was built in the days before central air conditioning and was designed to take full advantage of the sea breezes off the bay. The windows were the crank-open louvered sort that let maximum air flow through the house, with tiered curtains for privacy. Uncle Charlie had gotten air conditioning installed a few years back, but it was rare for them to turn it on before the middle of July or even August.

"Thanks so much for staying, Jack," Aunt Vera said, and I felt her hand caress my back affectionately. "God bless you."

I just smiled at her. I'd been agnostic since I was in my mid-teens, even though I'd no idea that there was a word for what I was, at the time. Religion had just never clicked for me.

Aunt Vera and Uncle Charlie claimed to be Christian Spiritualists, though no one else in our family was. It was something Uncle Charlie had brought from his side of the family, though to the best of my knowledge, they didn't go to church. They were, however, big on the power of prayer and living a clean life. No smoking or drinking. That also included taking excellent care of their bodies. "You can't expect the Good Lord to take care of us and heal us when we are sick if you can't be bothered to take care of what He's given you." Aunt Vera would often say, and even as an agnostic, it felt like sound reasoning to me.

Uncle Charlie had a weight bench in the garage and could out-lift me any day of the week at fifty-five years old. They ate right, exercised, and didn't own a television. Instead, they had an extensive library and spent their evenings reading their Bibles or anything else that interested them. Uncle Charlie also had a very well-equipped wood shop, and Aunt Vera was a very talented painter. After the harvest, they would travel throughout the South, selling their work at art shows.

"I'm happy to, Aunt Vera," I said, and my heart jumped in my chest when I felt her hand slip under my shirt and caress the bare skin of the small of my back.

"Your mother mentioned you've moved back in with them until you leave for bootcamp," she said, as goosebumps poked up on my arms.

"Umm... yeah. My roommates got another guy to move into my room, so it seemed like good timing."

She moved around behind me and slipped both hands under my shirt and then grasped my waist, turning me until I was facing her. "Why don't you spend a couple of weeks here with us? I know Regina would love it. She's been staying with us since the divorce and is having such a hard time."

The feel of Regina's lips on mine was still fresh in my mind, but it was fighting for brainpower as Aunt Vera's hands slid over my stomach and up to my chest. Her blue eyes captured mine, and her soft smile immediately began diverting blood south of my navel.

"And while you're here, please stop with the 'aunt' thing. Just call me Vera," she said with a wry smile. "You guys are adults now."

I had to close my eyes for a moment as I felt Vera's thumbs rubbing over my nipples. The intensity of her gaze and her touch was incredibly arousing, and I had a hundred un-familial thoughts running through my head as my cock grew harder by the moment.

"Hey, how was the fishing today, Jack?" My uncle said as he stepped into the kitchen, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Huh? I... ah--" I stammered, and I'd have stepped back, but Vera's hands grabbed me beneath my ribs, never moving from beneath my shirt. "Not a bite." I said, my eyes wide. There could have been no doubt he saw his wife's hands under my shirt as he walked to the fridge, but he hadn't even blinked. Instead, he took a container of orange juice from the refrigerator and then walked to the cabinet for a glass.

"I'm trying to convince Jack to stay here for a couple of weeks before he goes off to bootcamp," Vera said, looking at her husband as he took his first sip.

"Hey! That's a great idea!" my uncle said, his eyes on both of us. How was he not seeing?

"I was planning on doing some maintenance on the boat soon, and I could always use a hand with that," he said, thumbing over his shoulder toward the dock. "And maybe we can hit some islands down the coast. Make some memories before you go."

"Yeah, I... guess I could do that. If you want me to," I said, awestruck to my very soul.

"Terrific!" he said. "It's settled. Why don't you crash here tonight and go get your stuff at your folks' house in the morning?"

Vera looked very pleased, and her hands stroked down my sides and slipped out from under my shirt as Charlie walked out of the room. With a wide smile, she reached up around my neck. Ever so slowly, so that there could be no mistake of her intention, she drew me down to her. Her full lips kissed me warmly, and for the second time that day, I was doing with a relative what I'd only ever done with girlfriends. I moaned softly as fantasies I'd had for Vera came rushing to my mind, and I felt my hardening cock pressing against my shorts.

She broke the kiss and leaned back with a sigh. "I'll go make up the cot in my studio. You don't mind roughing it? Regina is in the guest room."

"N-no," I stammered, and as she stepped away, I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. What the fuck is going on here?! I wondered incredulously.

***

Vera's studio was the smallest bedroom, with windows that faced the water, and the opposite wall was covered with photographs that she and my uncle had taken on their travels. The west coast of Florida has hundreds of cays and barrier islands all the way to Key West, and in their day, my aunt and uncle explored many.

"Hey cuz," Regina said as she walked in. She was showered, and her brown hair hung damply. It was nice to see her without makeup; her freckles were obvious on her cheeks. She looked more like the girl I'd known.

She walked in and gave the metal folding cot a kick. "I'm going to turn in. I've got work in the morning."

There were things I wanted to say, maybe take a shot at her about having to give up on the whole princess thing. But a lot of that was on her parents. She had wanted for nothing her whole life, and I guess she figured that gravy train would last into matrimony as well.

"Where are you working?" I asked.

A little pride stole into her smile. "I'm a shift manager at The Body Shop in the mall."

"Middle management! Nice!" I replied. I've seen those stores in the mall and how their employees dressed in the latest fashions. "I guess their product on your body is selling merchandise?"

Her smile turned sly. "So, you've noticed my body?"

It would have been impossible not to. Girlish freckles or no, she had a woman's physique. She was about three inches shorter than my five foot nine and had a soccer player's body. Trim and toned, with medium-sized breasts that were currently braless beneath her tank top. Her ass was small but beautifully formed and taut enough to bounce a quarter on.

"Even though we're family?" she continued.

Shrugging, I tried to make light of it. "I appreciate people who take care of themselves. Stay... you know, fit."

Regina cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. "What about our sweet Auntie Vera? She's in good shape, isn't she? Especially for her age."

I blinked in surprise. "Vera? I ah..." I stammered and looked up, avoiding the eye contact I knew would give me away. "Yeah, she's okay, I guess."

But apparently, I was fooling no one. "I knew it! You're a perv for Auntie Vera!" She moved in close and grabbed my shirt with both hands and teased, just inches from my face. "You want those great big titties in your face, don'tcha?!"

My face must have given everything away, because she didn't let up. "Yeah, you do! You want to suck on those fat nipples!" Regina's grin was just devilish. "I bet... you want to fuck those titties, don't you?"

Stunned by her pornographic boldness, I took a step back from her, trying to figure out how we got from working at the mall to fucking my aunt's tits. "I... umm," I mumbled and backed until my ass hit Vera's paint cabinet. "I don't know what--" I began until I saw Regina's eyes drop.

My cock was hard and got even harder under her appraising look, and I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. The thought of plunging my cock through Vera's mighty cleavage was pressed into my brain like a hot iron on leather. I wanted it. I always had, and now... now, I wanted Regina to watch me do it. My cock felt hard enough to chip stone as it pressed into my shorts.

My eyes met Regina's, and her triumphant smile made my knees weak. "Perv," she purred, and with a last glance at my crotch, turned towards the doorway. "Oh, by the way. Since my divorce, I'm having trouble sleeping and have been sleepwalking occasionally. My therapist says it will stop when I finally get over it. If you see me, just try to guide me back to the guest room without waking me. It scares the ever-living hell out of me if I wake up standing in another room."

Surprised, I just nodded, and she disappeared into the hallway, leaving me nearly panting in my need. I walked across the room to shut the door and then made a surprising discovery. There was no door. The doorway still had a doorframe around it, giving you the idea that there should be a door, and likely there had once been one. But there was no jamb or hinge recess, and no hole for a latch. Each had been expertly removed or filled and painted in the pale blue that Aunt Vera had used to contrast with the eggshell white of the walls.

Perplexed, I walked down the hall and came to the guest room first, to find it similarly doorless, and then the master bedroom as well. I knew the lone bathroom had one. I'd used it three times that day, but like the cheese, it stood alone in the hallway. And I'd never noticed.

***

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to greet the blessed day." I heard Aunt Vera's voice and felt her warm hand on my skin, which was cooled by the ceiling fan. Every room had one, and it was how they survived before it finally got hot enough for them to turn on the air conditioning.

Vera gently stroked my upper chest and shoulder as I blinked and opened my eyes. She was kneeling next to the cot I was sleeping on, with a bright smile.

"Sleep well, Sunshine? The clouds are rolling in, and the wind is picking up. Looks like we're going to get a storm." I glanced out the louvered windows and saw the gray sky. Afternoon thunderstorms are as predictable as the sunrise this time of year, but with so much warm water offshore, rain was possible at any moment.

"Having a pleasant dream, I take it?" She continued, and my eyes followed hers.

"Whoops!" I said with a laugh and pulled my knees up and rolled onto my side, to hide my morning erection. I felt my face flush, but Vera's smile never wavered.

"It's okay, sweetie. It's natural. A God-given gift for both men and women." She pushed me onto my back again and my knees down. The tent in my boxers reappeared, and her eyes locked on it as I lay there trembling with anxiety. She glanced at my face for just a moment. "Can I see it?" she asked, laying her hands on my stomach.

I didn't know how to respond, but she didn't wait for a reply. After a moment, her right hand slid up over my chest as her left slid to the waist of my boxers. With a deft hand, she found the fly of my shorts and opened it so that my cock slipped through. Her hand pressed the fabric down to my pubic hair, revealing my entire length. If it had been hard before, it was now like a bar of iron. "Oh, Jack. That's very nice. Your girlfriend must be pleased."

"We, umm... decided to see other people. You know, with me leaving for Cape May next month and all."

Vera nodded as her left hand gently caressed my length and then tightened just below my cockhead. She was wearing a yellow sundress with a deep plunge and nestled in her amazing cleavage was a silver cross on a fine chain. The cross broke the tension of the moment, and I grabbed her hand gently.

"Should you be doing that? Uncle Charlie--" I said, leaving the thought unfinished.

With a knowing smile, she pulled her hand from mine. "As Christian Spiritualists, we advocate for the dissolution of the ego, including the release of possessive jealousy. In favor of a higher, more communal, spiritual love, darling. Don't you worry about Charlie."

My jaw dropped as she began stroking me again, and I tried my best to wrap my head around what she had just said.

"Jesus is the Holy Spirit and the living presence of love. Any consensual relationship with love, is a manifestation of divine connection and a tenet of our faith," she said, and just then, a timer dinged musically in the kitchen. With a disappointed expression, Vera released me and stood. "Sorry sweety. That's my bread." She stood and then noted my precum on the flesh between her thumb and index finger. When she licked it off with no hesitation, I gasped.

"I'll let you finish up if you want to. Charlie has gone off to the groves and Regina has gone to work, so it's just the two of us," she said before leaving me with my throbbing cock in my hand. Despite the lack of a door, it took me about a millisecond to decide that I was going to finish and did so quickly, cumming over my stomach with a groan I could not stifle.

***

Dressed in my clothes from the previous day, I walked into the kitchen with my keys in my hand and my Foster Grants hooked into the neck of my button-down shirt.

"You off, hun?" Auntie asked me as I walked up behind her. She had a quartet of rectangular pans cooling on a wire rack, and the smell of warm bread made my stomach rumble.

"Yeah, but I have some... questions." I replied, and she smiled and pulled the mitts off her hands.

"I thought you might. Why don't you take the trash out, and after I get the bread out of the pans, I'll go with you to get your things, and we can chat in the car?" Vera turned to check the knobs on the stove and then looked back at me. "I need some things at the store anyway, and some company would be nice."

***

My parents weren't involved in the farming side of the family. Dad was a humble auto mechanic with his own neighborhood shop who would occasionally buy and sell cars on the side. Back then, in Florida, this was easy as retirees would sell their cars when they could no longer drive, and Dad would occasionally buy the nicer ones, fix what needed fixing, and then flip them. Occasionally, it would be a very nice car. Which was how I came to have my girl, Rivie, a 1972 Buick Riviera in Burnished Bronze with rally wheels. I'd paid my dad what he had bought the car for after graduation, and what little it needed, I fixed myself. Even though I was in construction, it's impossible not to learn a thing or two from a mechanic father.

Out in the driveway, I held the door open for Aunt Vera as she came out with her purse, wearing a pair of wedge-heeled sandals. I was pleasantly surprised to see her in makeup, which she didn't seem to do when there was family over, dressing much more demurely than the woman who was smiling at me in a mid-thigh sundress and heels.

"You look great, Vera," I said, meaning it. The dress tapered at the waist and emphasized her hourglass figure, defining her hips and bustline.

"Well, aren't you sweet?" she said, her Southern accent as obvious as the red lipstick she wore. Controlling her skirt with her hand, she got into the car with a smile. I was as nervous as I could remember being, almost feeling like I was out on a date with my sexy aunt. The feel of her hand on my cock was still foremost on my mind, and I was having to distract myself to keep from getting hard again.

I got in and shut my door, turning to see Vera running her hand over the pale buckskin leather upholstery with a faraway expression. She glanced into the back seat and smiled. "This is very nice, Jack. It's in marvelous shape."

I shrugged. The car had pretty low milage when Dad bought it, which was not at all unusual for a car owned by retirees, who used it primarily for shopping and going to and from church. Though she was seventeen years old, Rivie was still a creampuff, and I enjoyed the time I spent keeping her looking good, inside and out.

"Thanks. She's not top of the line for a '72, but she gets me there." I said and threw my arm across the top of the bench seat and glanced over my shoulder. Vera turned in her seat and laid a hand on my forearm, looking again into the backseat as I backed out of the driveway.

"It reminds me of the Lincoln that Charlie and I had, back when you were small. We got up to all sorts of naughtiness in that big back seat," she said and caressed my arm. "How about you, stud? How many gals have lost their resolve back there?"

Blinking in surprise, I pulled in front of the house and put the car in park. "Auntie, you are freaking me out. What's with you?" I asked, and my face must have conveyed my concern.

Vera giggled. "I'm sorry, sweetie. This must be a shock to you."

"You think!?" I exclaimed. "My whole life, you've been the most religious of us all, and this morning, you--"

She nodded and gestured to the steering wheel. "Okay, let's go, and I'll explain it."

With a sigh, I put Rivie in gear, headed down the street and turned at the stop sign onto the primary thoroughfare that led in and out of their housing development.

"Your Uncle Charlie's family belongs to a variation of the Church of Christ. After we married, I joined the church."

I glanced at her for a moment. "Like... Christian Scientists?"

Vera nodded. "Yes, exactly. But we refer to ourselves as Christian Spiritualists. We believe that love is the highest sacrament and that relationships are covenants of mutual flourishing, not ownership. The Holy Spirit manifests through connection, intimacy, and chosen family."

The last two words stuck out. "Chosen family?" I asked. "You're like, what? Christian swingers?"

"I hate that word," she said in an irritated tone of voice. "Swingers are just people out to have sex with no genuine connection. Spiritualists are all about that connection. To us, intimacy is prayer, touch is a blessing, and pleasure is gratitude."

She was quiet for a couple of minutes while I analyzed what she had told me. "It sounds very... sixties. Very 'free-love and pass the doobie'."

My aunt laughed. "It does, doesn't it? But the church began in the 1920s when people were moving away from Puritanical Victorian norms. Spiritualists quietly pushed boundaries rather than loudly rejecting them, often forming bohemian communities in out-of-the-way places. They featured shared homes, co-parenting, and multi-adult households."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "That's crazy! It's so far out from any Christianity I've ever heard of!"

Vera frowned, and there was gravel in her voice. "Watch your language, young man."

"Sorry," I replied, my aunt's hatred of profanity well known since I was a boy.

Keeping my eyes on the road, I heard the smile return to her face. "You're forgiven, sweetie. I will pray for you."

***

My dad was at the shop, but Mom was there when I got home. The books and receipts for the garage were all over the dining room table. Dad turned the wrenches and Mom turned the books was how we'd always described it.

My mother was not thrilled to see Vera and even less so to hear I was spending two weeks at their waterfront home. My mom was ten years younger than Vera, but because of Vera's healthy lifestyle, they could have been sisters. It was something my mom had noticed and resented.

"It's fine, Mom. When I signed up at the recruiting office, I got something called 'guaranteed region', so my first duty station in the Coast Guard will be somewhere in Florida. You'll still see me."

Glancing over my shoulder at Vera, Mom's voice dropped to a whisper. "It's not that, Jack. I just don't want you to pick up any of that Church of Christ nonsense."

I lowered my eyebrows. Mom is a devout episcopalian and though I was confirmed in her church, it had also pushed me towards my agnosticism. I'd never been able to stomach that my every question had been answered with 'because the Bible says so' or 'just have faith'.

I smiled. "Don't worry, Mom. You know I don't do religion."

Her concerned expression turned to irritation, and her eyes met mine. "Yes. You've made that clear. Have a good time." The amount of derision in her voice when she said 'good time' was off the scale. That's another thing that still pisses me off to this day about religious people. The intolerance. That 'we're right and you're wrong and will be eternally damned' mindset.

I filled a duffle bag with clothes and grabbed my bathroom necessities, and we were out of there five minutes later. When we were back in the car, Vera looked at me sheepishly. "I'm sorry if I made that awkward."

I shook my head. "It's not your fault. It's hers."

"So, you could be stationed close to home when you graduate?" Vera asked a few minutes later.

I nodded. "Yep, there are eight bases and five cutters within a hundred and fifty miles of Tampa Bay. It's a good bet I'll end up at one."

"How wonderful. I'd love to see more of you, and I know Regina would like to have you close, too."

***

We stopped at a local grocery store, and like anyone who likes their car un-dinged, I'm a big believer in back-of-the-lot parking. The clouds were gathering overhead, and the air felt heavy. A gust of wind blew Vera's hair around. "We'd better hurry. Looks like it's going to blow."

And she was right. Fifteen minutes later, we ran back to Rivie but were caught in a downpour before we were halfway to the car. When we arrived, I unlocked it as fast as I could and opened the door. Vera didn't hesitate, crawling across my seat to the passenger side, and I froze. Seeing her generous ass beneath her skirt in silky white panties was a bucket list moment for me. After she sat, I flipped the seat forward, dropped the paper sacks in the rear footwell, and pushed the seat back. I pushed the cart away and got in, dropping heavily onto the seat. Pushing my wet hair back, I turned to Vera, laughing. "Just another day in Florida!" I said, and she laughed too.

"Yep, if you don't like the weather, just wait five minutes!" She looked out the windshield, and it was coming down in buckets. "But I think that this might last a while."

I shrugged and put my key in the ignition and started the engine. "Wait," Vera said and reached over and shut off the car. She sat back, and for the first time, I noticed the rainwater glistening on her cleavage. The weight of the wet garment had opened her neckline even more, and I could see the edges of her white bra. "Let's just chat for a minute."

With nothing better to do, I shrugged and sat back, turning in the seat to face her with my arm over the seat back. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

Her smile turned mischievous. "You know, our house was built in the forties," she said, and the segue to the origins of their home took me by surprise.

After a five second pause, I held my hands out in a questioning gesture. "Okay?"

Her eyes narrowed. "The floors are tiled, and the walls are plaster, so sound travels rather well down the main hallway."

I'll admit I'm not the swiftest on the uptake, and it took me a minute to get what she was alluding to. "You heard--" I began, and she nodded slowly, her smile never wavering.

"Everything you and Regina said last night," she said, completing my thought. Vera paused for a few moments. "From what I heard, I gather you're attracted to me." She glanced down at her bustline. "Or at least parts of me."

Vera paused and then hooked a lock of wet hair behind her ear. "The church teaches that deep emotional and physical bonds are orchestrated by spirit guides who match compatible souls."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked nervously.

Vera turned on the seat and slid her knees beneath her, leaning closer to me. I watched a rivulet of water run down her cheek as she got to the point. "Would you like to form a meaningful spiritual relationship with me? I think our souls are very compatible," she said emphatically, and I shuddered even though it was warm enough that our breath and the evaporating moisture in our clothes were fogging the windows. Other cars and people moving outside were just dim shadows through the haze.

I wasn't positive about what a 'meaningful spiritual relationship' meant, but I could read the room. The desire in my aunt's eyes was clear, and I just nodded before I leaned forward and kissed her like I'd wanted to from the moment she walked out of the house all dolled up.

It seemed to be all the consent Vera needed because she pressed back on me, our two damp bodies sandwiched as we kissed, her breasts flattening against my chest. I gripped the steering wheel hard with my left hand and the seat with my right to take the weight of her body on mine.

She smelled of honeysuckle, from the perfume she'd always worn, and I broke the kiss and pushed her chin up with my hand and began devouring her neck and shoulder. "Oh, yes, Jack. Yes," she moaned, and I felt her hand press down on my damp shorts. It was the second time that day I'd felt her hand on my cock, and this time I knew there was no stopping us. I kissed her again, and Vera bit her lip as I gently pushed her back.

"I think the back seat will be more comfortable, Auntie," I said in a teasing tone, still unsure just how far Vera wanted to take this, but her eyes went wide and without a moment's pause crawled over the seat and into the back with a wild giggle.

Reaching down to the lever beneath me, I slid the seat as far forward as it would go. I turned and watched as Vera pulled her sundress over her head and smiled. "I've always known that our souls were compatible, Jack. Our energy exchange will create a beautiful, sacred connection between us," she said, and her expression was rather serene. It was clear she truly believed what she was saying, and who was I to argue?

Vera knew my stance on religion, so I didn't reply, knowing it would sound disingenuous. I just smiled, kicked my shoes off, pulled my T-shirt over my head, and climbed over the seat. Fifty feet behind us, traffic went by on 3rd Avenue, with no one the wiser that two blood-related people were about to commit the ultimate sin in a '72 Riviera.

With a welcoming expression, she slid to one side of the expansive backseat and patted the center section. "Slide over here, hun." She suggested, and I complied quickly. Vera immediately straddled my thighs and then leaned forward and kissed me more passionately than I could ever remember being kissed. She broke the kiss and took a deep breath, her forehead on mine.

"You want to help me with my bra, sweetie?" She said as she levered herself up off my lap, and I felt the warm, soft flesh of her breasts on my face. I kissed her breastbone between them and reached under her arms to deal with the four hooks of her bra's clasp. I made quick work of it. "Had some practice with those, have you?" She asked, and I just smiled and nodded. I'm not one to kiss and tell.

She leaned back on her knees and slipped her bra off and revealed the pair of tits I'd most wanted to see in my entire life. They were veiny and pink, with broad areolas as big around as a coffee cup. Her nipples called out to me, and with a cry of pure need, I bent forward and grabbed them with both hands and began devouring them. Each breast was itself a two-hander, and I squeezed and sucked and licked to my heart's content.

"Yeesss, honey. That's it," she moaned, and I felt my cock pressing upward into her as she slowly rolled her hips against me. I pinched her nipples with my lips and sucked like a hungry babe, all the while encouraged by her moans and her hands clasping my head to her. I'd have happily enjoyed Auntie's delicious tits for hours, but she had other plans. She slipped back off my legs and knelt on the floor of my car, straddling the driveshaft hump between my feet. With an eager smile, she reached forward, and I lifted my hips so she could slide off my shorts.

After they had joined my other clothes in the front seat, Vera pushed me back and fell over my cock, taking it quickly in her warm mouth. I'd dreamed of this, but never once did I believe it could happen. I'd never heard of a Christian religion that would allow this, much less ordain it as a 'celestial union'. "You're sure... oh... you're sure... Uncle Charlie won't be--" I asked, but she didn't let me finish.

"Charlie is quite aware of my plans for us today, and is completely supportive of our spiritual connection," Vera said as she pumped my cock with her strong right hand. My legs were spread wide around her, and I saw she was rolling her hips, still wearing her silky white panties. She was rubbing her crotch on the driveshaft hump, and I was gladder now that I kept Rivie so clean.

"Even though... you know... we're... family?" I asked, and she stopped and squeezed my cock.

"A spiritual union doesn't need to be sexual, but it certainly does make it more satisfying. Religions frown on family members becoming intimate to keep morons from having kids with two heads." Her eyes held mine as she stroked me again. "Charlie and I have never had children despite all our efforts, and now I'm past that time in my life." Her jaw set, and she squeezed me again. "Now, is that the last of your questions? They are rather distracting, don't you think?"

Knowing I was better off not answering out loud, I just nodded, and she smiled again. "Good." She leaned down again between my knees and sucked noisily again, and I couldn't take my eyes off her red painted lips around my cock.

"Oh, Vera," I moaned, and she looked up at me with bright eyes. She took me deep, burying her nose in my pubic hair, and I could feel my cockhead butting against the back of her throat. She seemed to enjoy making smacking noises and slurped loudly like a porn star. It wasn't long before I felt the first stirrings of the inevitable. "Vera, I'm getting close," I whispered. She sucked hard and leaned back, making a loud pop as her mouth released me.

"I know young men will masturbate, but from here out, your seed belongs in me. Understood? It is God's will that his blessings are not wasted," she breathed, her hand stroking me gently.

When I nodded, she spun off of me and lay back into the corner of the seat, her right arm over the back of the pleated leather and her left reaching out for the front seat. She relaxed with her legs open, with a wide smile. It didn't take a genius to figure out where her mind was.

I could see a damp spot in the gusset of her silky panties, and I reached out to her waist. Vera used her arms to lift her beautiful ass off the seat, and in a moment, her naked pussy gleamed wetly at me. Her lovely blonde bush had a bikini trim, and she slid down further on the seat, pushing it towards me. Her pussy lips lay open perfectly like the petals of a flower, and her slick opening beckoned to me.

I reached around her ass and set to it with a will, plunging my tongue inside of her and then licking straight up and over her clit. My former girlfriend had at first been hesitant to engage in vaginal sex, so oral sex had been our go-to. I'd had lots of practice at this. Vera moaned as I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and caressed them with my tongue, and she didn't stop as I worked my magic. Her hips bucked when my fingers found her opening, and I slipped my middle finger inside her.

The moment I found her G-spot, she sat up straight and pulled her legs in. "I'm ready to consummate our spiritual union, Jack. God, am I ever ready," she said breathlessly as she gestured I should retake my position in the center of the seat. We were both breathing hard, and the windows were completely fogged as the rain continued to pound on the roof.

I slid down on the seat as she mounted me. Her eyes on mine, Vera levered my cock out towards her, and my cockhead pressed into her clit once before sliding into her warm wetness. She kissed me hard as she lowered herself, her hands on my shoulders. "Our spiritual union is consummated, sweetie, and I'm very happy. Are you?" she asked with a little grin as she squeezed my cock with her pelvic muscles.

"Oh, Auntie!" I moaned and began thrusting up, completely missing her question. If she minded, my aunt never said, but she took my hands from her thighs and brought them up to her tits. Caught up in the moment, I grabbed them harder than I'd intended, but she surely didn't seem to mind.

"Yes, be rough with them, so rough, pull my --" Her statement cut off as I grabbed her nipples between my index finger and thumb and squeezed and then pulled.

"Oh, fuck yeesss!" Vera nearly screamed as I continued to thrust up into her. Her right hand clasped over my left, and she leaned back so her other hand could find her clit. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed, and they were the first swear words I'd ever heard from her. To my surprise, what followed was a prayer. "Oh... sweet Lord! Bless our spirit bond and see... see how our energies... join in love. Through our bond, we are... we are blessed in your naaame!" she wailed loudly, competing with the torrential downpour.

Time lost all meaning as our sweaty bodies slid on one another and we panted into each other's necks between heated kisses. Our eyes met as I relaxed for a minute, and she took over, riding me vigorously with a gasp on every downstroke. "Oh, Vera, you feel so good. I have... I have always wanted this. I've always wanted you!" I exclaimed, and she kissed me fiercely as my hands wrapped around her back and pulled her into me.

Suddenly, Vera broke the kiss with wide eyes, and her back arched as her face turned up toward the dome light. As her orgasm swept through her, she rolled her hips and gasped over and over until I came myself, flooding her slippery pussy.

"Ooohh! Auntieeee!" I moaned as I finished, and Vera collapsed over me, breathing heavily into my neck. We sat there, listening to the world moving around outside, holding one another, bathed in sweat as condensation rolled down the inside of the windows. "Amen," I whispered.

With a chuckle, she pushed herself back, and our eyes met for a moment before she kissed me. "Amen," she repeated with a nod, and then kissed me again.

***

When we got home, the rain had stopped, but the clouds remained. Neither Reggie's nor Charlie's car was in the driveway. I helped Vera carry the groceries in, and then she kissed me in the kitchen. I couldn't help myself, and my hands reached around to grab her ass. Her smile said the touch was welcome and appropriate, but she still freed herself from my grasp. "I've got work to do. Why don't you go get cleaned up? Charlie will be home soon, and he mentioned doing a field day on the boat today. Maybe you could give him a hand?"

I had no other plans for the day, so I headed into the studio to change. Vera and I had talked during the drive, mostly about how, despite the joy of our new union, it must still be a secret from the rest of our family. I couldn't agree more, imagining my mother's head exploding if she'd known what we'd done. My father... I wasn't sure about. I know that despite my mother's dislike for Vera, he still appreciated a beautiful woman, and I'd seen him gazing wistfully at my aunt during our family events.

Vera's easel was set off in a corner next to her paint cabinet, and she did most of her painting on it, but she did her sketches on a posable drafting table which she had cleared and leveled last night for me. I put my bag on it and laid out my things. As I mentioned earlier, the wall above the table was covered in her photos, taken during their travels on the boat. Most were just landscapes, inspiration for her paintings, but a few featured her and Charlie on a beach or at a campground. Even fewer featured other people, and one in particular drew my eye.

Uncle Charlie was sitting on a beach chair beneath a pair of palm trees, and there was a lean woman in a green bikini sitting on his lap. I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had striking red hair, and her head was thrown back on his shoulder. The woman appeared to be laughing, as if Charlie were... tickling her? His left hand encircled her narrow waist, and I bit my lip when I saw that his right hand was beneath the gusset of her bikini bottoms. Not laughing. Moaning.

***

Charlie came home around two. After leaving the Navy, he joined the 'family business', as we called it. He bought some groves from my retiring grandfather and helped manage a few others out in Lithia, a mere thirty-minute commute from Apollo Beach. After picking season, which had been completed the previous May, there was little to do besides general maintenance of the land and trees, and he would spend perhaps five hours out there each weekday.

When he got home, he was raring to get to work on the boat. After grabbing some sweet tea and a handful of trail mix, which was his go-to snack for as long as I'd known him, we headed out back. The Soul Voyager II was a white cabin cruiser with a deep blue stripe along the gunwale. It was a recent model Bounty, just a couple of years old.

He'd had a similar one, the original Soul Voyager, when I was a boy, on which I'd spent many summer days. But in 1985, Hurricane Elena had swept through, taking the boat, the floating dock, and a fair bit of Charlie's seawall.

A 'field day' to nautical-type folks is a complete wash-down. Bow to stern, top to bottom, below decks and above. With what Vera and I had just done that morning, I was very nervous as we pulled the cleaning gear out of the aluminum shed and connected the hoses. I think Charlie understood and only said one thing that wasn't related to the job.

"Do you have... any questions?" He asked, and from his tone and the look in his eyes, it was clear he had at least an idea of what his wife and I had done.

I set a bucket down and looked at him. "Why have I never heard of this Spiritualist Church of Christ before? I've never seen a church or a temple or... anything before."

Charlie nodded and peeled off his shirt and hung it over the shed door. "Not every Church of Christ is institutional. A few, reject the idea of 'church building' altogether and meet in homes, or occasionally rented spaces." He shrugged. "We believe that the New Testament doesn't authorize spending church funds on buildings. It should be used to help the less fortunate."

"That's--" I began but was distracted when the screen door on the porch banged shut, and we both turned to see Reggie walking barefoot, dressed in a hot pink bikini top and black shorts. She was smiling brightly as she skipped across the manicured lawn. The tan lines on her skin made it clear this one wasn't the only bikini she'd worn lately.

She bounced over to Charlie and leaped into his arms, encircling his thick neck with hers. I was awestruck as I watched them kiss enthusiastically. I looked left and right, down the row of houses, but I saw no one in view.

When Reggie broke the kiss, she turned to me, and I got the same treatment. As our lips parted and I looked into her eyes, I realized that she'd already been brought into the fold, so to speak. She was, as I was now, in a spiritual union, but with Uncle Charlie.

"You guys ready to get started?" she asked and turned toward the cleaning gear as if there was nothing weird going on at all. "C'mon, let's get it done," she said, looking at the sky. "Maybe we can beat the rain."

I looked up, and she was right. Like this morning, the clouds were building again. A shudder ran through me as I remembered what Vera and I had done, and I looked at the boat, catching my breath.

***

Despite the distractions, it didn't take long for me to get into the swing of things, and before long, it felt like it had in the past. Just the three of us working, getting the boat cleaned after a trip, or perhaps getting it ready to go out. In this case, it was the latter.

That night, the four of us sat around their dining room table, eating dinner, tired and ready for a shower and some sleep.

"What do you guys think about taking the boat out for a couple of days? Maybe the day after tomorrow? We can leave early and be at Cayo Costa by dinnertime." He gestured toward the window. "The weather report says this system will move north, and we should have a nice few days, barring the usual afternoon storms. We can spend the day on the beach and spend the night on the boat."

Reggie seemed overjoyed. "Oh, hell yes!" she exclaimed. "After tomorrow, my next shift isn't until Tuesday, and I sooo need a weekend out on the water. On a beach. As far away from the world as possible."

Vera frowned, as I knew she would. "Language, young lady," she said, and my cousin just chuckled.

"Yes, Auntie."

My aunt looked at me, and her blue eyes spoke volumes. "A weekend trip, okay with you?"

"Are you kidding? I'd love to go." It had been at least five years since I'd been out further than the bay with them, into the Gulf of Mexico. For an urban place like Tampa Bay, you don't have to go far to be in real wilderness if you go in the right direction. The last time I'd been to Cayo Costa, I'd been with four families, including my parents. We'd camped in tents on the beach, which, because of the sand, hadn't been as much fun as we had hoped. This time promised to be much different.

A thought occurred to me. "Wait." I looked at Reggie. "You mentioned sleepwalking. Is it safe for you to be on a boat?" I asked and looked at all three of them. The looks on their faces said they hadn't considered it.

Charlie shrugged. "The new Voyager has AC, so we can lock the cabin door. I can also hang some bells on it, from our Christmas decorations." He looked around at the rest of us questioningly. "Do you think that would do it?"

Regina nodded. "Sure. I've never tried to leave the house, anyway."

Vera nodded thoughtfully in agreement. "That's true. She usually just wanders into the living room or our room."

***

After supper, the four of us all did our own thing. Uncle Charlie disappeared into his wood shop, and Aunt Vera set up a temporary painting area in the family room, and I was on the couch with a paperback. I'd been sort of gnawing at Stephen King's The Tommyknockers, and it wasn't an easy read. So I was reading it in bursts. And since there wasn't a television in the house, there were no distractions. Well, almost none.

I set the book on my bare chest. Charlie was very fond of going about shirtless, and I'd sort of taken a cue from him. Aunt Vera was braless in a halter top with athletic shorts. The ones that were cut up on the side, nearly to the waistband. She was focused on her painting, and again I was lost in the memory of this morning.

"So about this whole 'no profanity' thing." I began, and Vera nodded, not looking away from her canvas.

"Let no unwholesome talk come out of your mouths," she said, and though unfamiliar with the passage, I knew it was a Bible quote simply by how she said it.

"And, this morning?" I asked, and she turned just enough to look at me side-eyed. "In the car?"

I saw the corners of her mouth go up just a bit, and she sighed and shrugged. "I'm a sinner, Jack. Just like everyone else. In the heat of the moment, I--" she said, and then her words faltered.

I smiled. As I mentioned, I'd been confirmed in my mother's Episcopalian church. During that time, I'd had to attend Bible studies, and one or two passages had stuck with me over the years. "Out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks," I said, not remembering from what book, chapter, or verse it had come, just that it had been a quote from Jesus himself.

Vera looked at me, surprised, and then her eyes narrowed as she recalled the meaning of the passage, and then she nodded. "Yes. Just so," she said before returning to her painting.

***

I awoke that night a little cold, and I glanced over at the clock as the glowing red numbers clicked past quarter to two in the morning. I got up and walked to the table to get a T-shirt, and that's when I heard it. The unmistakable sound of a woman moaning. It was a constant, almost monotone 'hah' sound, in a slow rhythm that was half moan and half exhale.

Forgetting the shirt, I stepped into the hallway, and the tile floor was cool on my feet as I padded quietly. I knew what I was hearing wasn't Vera's husky voice and saw a light from the master bedroom. I passed the guest room and the bathroom without even looking.

Glancing around the door frame without a door, I was at a right angle to my aunt and uncle's bed. The bedside light was on dimly, and I could see my cousin Regina. She was entirely nude, and her eyes were closed as she rode Uncle Charlie. Her hands were planted on his broad chest, and he gripped her thighs. Her gentle moans maintained the perfect rhythm that I'd first heard, and her mouth hung open as she panted.

Charlie's eyes were open, and his eyes drank in her young, fit body as it rose and fell over him.

So amazed by what I was seeing, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a touch on my arm. Vera stood there in the gloom, lit only by the moonlight through the patio doors. She was very naked, and she moved in close, her hand circling my hips as she leaned in to whisper to me. "She's asleep."

I blinked hard in surprise. "Asleep? How?" I asked quietly and could barely see Vera's shrug in response. "It's some sort of sleepwalking. There's a weird name for it. She comes in and just starts having sex with either of us."

I swear my heart skipped about fourteen beats when I heard that, and the image of Vera and Reggie together in a sapphic embrace made me hard in an instant. As close as we'd been, I did not know my cousin was into girls, and I was learning not to be surprised by anything I found out about my Aunt Vera.

I looked back at the scene in the bedroom and again jumped when Vera's hand slid down my stomach and into the waistband of my boxers. I closed my eyes as she squeezed my cock just perfectly, and I felt my heart race. Her voice was again in my ear. "Hmm. Willful waste makes woeful want, don't you think?" she asked. I felt her other hand slide down my ass, and before I could blink, my boxers were around my ankles.

"You're so hard, lover. Would you like somewhere warm and wet to put it?" she asked, and even in the low light, I could make out her seductive smile.

It took me all of two seconds to decide, and with a nod, I turned from the doorway and pushed her gently towards the living room. She giggled, and I left my shorts on the floor in the hall. Vera seemed to know just what I was thinking, and she walked to the sofa across from the patio doors. The moonlight on her body was incredible. Vera put a knee on the cushion and left the other on the floor as she planted her hands, looking over her shoulder at me. "C'mon, lover. I'm ready," she said in a breathy voice as I stepped behind her. I felt her hand reach between her thighs, and her cool fingers guided me into her.

Her pussy was every bit as wet as it had been the previous morning without the benefit of my having licked her pussy. She groaned loudly as I pushed into her, and her head fell between her arms. Her ass was... magnificent. Big and round, I grabbed it with both hands and slid out and then back in slowly, wanting this to last, though every fiber of my being cried out for me to just hammer into her and not let up until she was a sweaty mess on the cushions.

"That's iiiit," she moaned as I found a rhythm we both liked, and we suddenly heard Regina's moans peak and then fall silent. After a minute, we heard bare feet on the tile in the hallway behind us, and then another minute later, my Uncle Charlie walked into the living room. His cock was still erect, and it glistened wetly in the light. It was hard to read his expression until he came around the sofa, so I stopped, still fully sheathed inside his wife.

Vera looked up at him. "Is she back in bed?" she asked, and Charlie nodded.

"Yeah, after she came, she just got up and stood next to the bed. I walked her back, and she tumbled right into the sheets. Just like last time."

"Have you cum yet?" Vera asked, and I saw Charlie shake his head. Vera patted the cushion in front of her, and her husband smiled and sat.

"Oh, God, I have dreamed of this," she said as her hand grasped his cock and began stroking. "I know I'm wicked. I know it," she moaned as she lowered herself onto her elbows and took Charlie's cock in her mouth.

Again, his expression was hard to read in the dark as I felt her pelvic muscles grip me, but his voice was soft and loving. "Go where the spirit guides, my love. To unite with compatible souls are expressions of His divine will."

I don't know if she needed to hear those words, but I know that I sure did. It was divine permission, and I pulled out and plunged in, excited to watch her suck my uncle as I fucked her. She moaned around her mouthful as I found my rhythm again, and Vera matched it, plunging up and down on his cock, making lewd, wet noises.

I saw Charlie's hand grip the fabric of the couch back and begin thrusting with his hips. Vera's moans grew louder, and I caught Charlie's eye. He lifted his right hand from Vera's beautiful hair and made a fist with his thumb out to the side and then nodded toward his wife's amazing ass.

I blinked in surprise, not quite getting the gist until he put his thumb in his mouth and got it wet with saliva before nodding again at me. That time I got the hint. I wet my thumb, then leaned back away from his wife until I could see her little pink asshole.

Vera wailed as I pressed my thumb into her little pucker before adding a thick globule of spit to help lubricate. She wailed something unintelligible and looked like she was going to pull back from her husband, but his hand on her head prevented it, and he pistoned his hips, fucking his wife's mouth.

Leaving my thumb planted, I began fucking my aunt's dripping quim forcefully, and her wails were interrupted by each of her husband's matching thrusts. After several minutes of our feverish coupling, I felt Vera cum beneath me, her pussy clamping down on me and her legs shaking. At nearly the same moment, Charlie groaned, and his thrusts became uncoordinated. Vera made a humming sound in her throat, and I knew he was filling her mouth with cum. After a minute, Vera collapsed onto the cushion, gasping.

Finally, I understood my aunt, and as Charlie slid off the couch, I covered her body with mine, taking her hair in my hand. "Yes! Yes!" she cried out. "Bless me with your energy and your seed! Our spirits converge and are divine! Show me the force of your love, Jack!"

Gritting my teeth, I pistoned my hips down as hard as I dared, and her cries of "Yes!" urged me to be more forceful with each thrust. Her left leg fell off the sofa, and it opened a new angle. I took advantage, hammering into her. Her body held fast by my hand on her neck.

"Ooooohhhh!" Vera and I both moaned as I came and jetted my seed, as she wanted, deep inside her. After my orgasm subsided, I slid to the ground and knelt as Vera turned onto her side, and I saw her big naked breasts covered in sweat.

None of us spoke; we just sat, the three of us looking at one another in amazement and joy at this new dynamic between us. "We are all blessed tonight, aren't we?" Charlie asked, and Vera nodded. I didn't see things the way they did, but I nodded too, knowing this new thing in my life was the most loving and sexy thing I'd ever known.

A movement caught the corner of my eye, and I looked over to see Reggie step from the hallway, still naked and wiping her eyes sleepily. "Would you guys please keep it down? Some of us have to work in the morning."

***

Unlike the previous morning, I was not woken up by my aunt, sadly, and I slept later than I normally would. The goings on the previous night had really cut into my rest, but I wasn't complaining. Ordinarily, I had to be on the job site by six-thirty, but when I'd moved back home, my father had suggested I take my last month as a civilian off. My boss was an Army vet, and he took my two weeks' notice with good grace.

As I relived the previous night's debauchery, my cock got hard in a hurry, and I considered jerking off, but then I remembered what Vera had told me in the car. My seed was a gift and not to be wasted. And it belonged inside her. I got up and reached for my clothes but then decided against wearing any. It was time to see if my aunt was as good as her word.

As I passed the bathroom and bedrooms, I heard a grunt and panting breaths, so I paused at the edge of the hallway and peeked around the corner into the kitchen. It looked as though Aunt Vera had been preparing breakfast, but Uncle Charlie had interrupted her. She was bent at the waist, and her hands were gripping the edge of the counter as her husband plowed into her from behind. The sundress she wore was gathered around her waist, and their bodies slapped together rhythmically.

I smiled as I watched. Charlie was dressed for work, and his pants were around his ankles, as if he'd just decided at the last minute to get a piece of that fine Christian ass before heading out to the groves. After about a dozen strokes, he grunted loudly and thrust in sharply, pausing a moment between each one as he filled her with his cum.

He stood her up and kissed her neck. "Thanks, babe," he said, and I heard Vera giggle. She took a towel from the counter and swatted at him playfully.

"Animal."

Charlie laughed. "Would you want me any other way?"

Vera turned and smiled, then hugged and kissed her husband. "Not on your life," she said. I watched as Charlie left through the door into the garage, and then I stepped into the kitchen and cleared my throat.

"If our family ever met the real you, you might have a dozen more converts."

Vera smiled without glancing towards me for just a moment and then turned. "You think s--" she began and saw me standing there naked, stroking myself in her kitchen. "Oh my," she purred, gazing at me lustily. "What a lovely morning I'm having."

I smiled. "Morning, afternoon and night. Anytime you want. You said that my cum belongs inside you, and I've got plenty."

Vera bit down, pinching her lips between her teeth. "That often?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Surely you and Charlie were as vigorous back in the day?" I asked, and she nodded slowly, her eyes returning to the rock-hard cock in my fist. I knew the impression I'd gotten the night before was true. My beautiful Aunt Vera, the paragon of virtue and clean living, or so my family believed, was a very bad girl and loved being so.

I was so excited that my hands were shaking as I pointed with my thumb over my shoulder toward her bedroom. "Bed. Now, Auntie," I said, and her eyes grew even wider.

"Yes, sweetie. As you wish," she breathed and hurried past me into the hallway and disappeared into the bedroom. When I arrived, she was already naked, bent over the edge of the bed and offering me her beautiful big ass. Her sundress was a pile on the floor.

"Uh-uh," I admonished her. "On your back, I want to watch those big titties bounce while I fuck you." She responded immediately, offering no backtalk concerning my language.

Vera pulled her knees up to her chest, and I could see her pussy glistening and my uncle's jizz oozing out of her. I walked to the bedside table and opened the drawer. She gasped as I found what I expected. A whole shoebox full of sex toys.

I only glanced at the contents, but what I saw was no surprise. Reaching in, I pulled out a small, silver plastic egg with a three-foot cord ending in a small controller with a slide switch. I thumbed the control, and the egg began to vibrate in my hand. I had used something similar with my ex-girlfriend, stolen from her mother's room.

"Oh, honey," Vera moaned as I stepped between her knees, and she sucked air as I set the egg on her opening, wetting it with the combined juices there before sliding it over her clit. Her eyes held mine, and the desire I saw there made my heart race.

"Hold it here," I said, and she reached out and took the egg from my hand, freeing mine to grab her thighs and pull her body toward me. "Oh, Jack!" she wailed as I pushed my cock inside her well lubed snatch, the vibrations now affecting us both. She was panting heavily as I slid out and then back in until I was fully sheathed inside her and paused there, letting the vibrations do their job.

"I want you to cum for me, Vera. And then I'm going to fuck your brains out." I saw her brow furrow at the profanity, but I pounded in and out forcefully three times, erasing any expression besides the rictus of pleasure.

"Oh, honey. I'm going to get so spoiled," she moaned, and having such a wanton slut for an aunt, I knew I would too. "Looks like I have two animals, now."

***

Charlie had left me a list of equipment to load onto the Voyager to prepare for our trip. He was going to spend a little extra time at the groves today, so if we spent an extra day or so out on the water, he wouldn't be swamped when we got back. I grabbed the four best beach chairs, my aunt's favorite chaise lounge, and a twelve-by-twelve pop-up canopy.

I was stowing the gear below the arrowhead shaped bed in the forward berth when I turned, and Reggie was standing in the aisleway. She wore a pair of tiny pink athletic shorts and a matching sleeveless shirt that left her midriff bare. Her face was unreadable, somewhere between defiance and nervousness. I smiled, hoping to put her at ease. "Hey, cuz. Ready for the trip?" I asked, and she raised her hand in a 'just stop' gesture.

"Vera told me you saw me last night," she said, and our eyes met.

I knew that my response right there, at that moment, would either heal or hurt. So I just nodded and gave a one-word answer, needing to get a better feel for her mood. "Yep."

"Do you... do you think badly of me? That I'm a slut?" she asked, and I saw her eyes fill.

Smiling softly, I stepped towards her and hugged her tightly. "If you are, then I am too."

Regina's face screwed up in confusion, so I let the cat out of the bag, assuming Vera hadn't yet. "Vera and I are now in a 'spiritual union'," I said, using air quotations, and Regina's eyes went wide.

"Since fucking when!?" she exclaimed, and I shrugged.

"Yesterday morning," I answered honestly. Reggie looked down, deep in thought.

"You had sex with Aunt Vera yesterday," she said, and it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah. Then again last night, and this morning."

Her hands dropped to her sides, and her mouth fell open in shock. "You are a fucking slut!" She said with a laugh. "At least, I have a crazy sleep disorder. What's your excuse?"

I laughed also and shrugged again. "I'm twenty-one and have a really sexy aunt."

We stood there for a minute, just looking at one another, sort of working out the implications of our current situation. Finally, she half turned and set her butt down on the edge of the seat in the dining area of the boat.

"My therapist calls it sexsomnia, and it started about a year after I got married."

This was cause for concern for me as I'd never met her husband, only getting a general description. "What caused it?"

Reggie shrugged. "Things weren't good for us right from the start. We'd never discussed expectations while we were engaged. I expected to be a stay-at-home mom, like my mother was. A homemaker." This didn't surprise me. It went right along with the 'princess' impression I'd always had of my cousin, but clearly, I hadn't understood why she seemed that way. "He's very successful. A lawyer. But after were married, he said he didn't want kids yet, not for years and years. He wanted me out there working." She waved her hand, indicating the world around us. "Helping him build a secure financial future."

A tear dripped down my cousin's cheek, and I reached out and hugged her tightly, not knowing what else to do or say. I was entirely out of my depth. She shuddered in my arms and sighed. "Jack, why didn't he just marry a career girl with a degree? I'd never had a job until after we separated. Did he just expect that I would change to fit his plan when he'd never told me what it was?"

Regina pulled back and wiped her face. "My therapist says that the stress and anxiety of the relationship played hell with my sleep. Making me restless and jumpy." She stepped back and threw her arms up in exasperation. "That, combined with our sex life falling to pieces, which is a whole other story. I guess it created a perfect mental state for sexsomnia."

The faraway look in her eyes told me there was more to it, but I didn't push. "So you came here." I said, and she nodded. "Did they know about the sexsomnia when you moved in?"

She looked at me earnestly. "Yeah. I already knew about their adventurous sex life, so I knew they wouldn't judge me. When it happened, it just happened, and that next day, we discussed a spiritual union. We consummated it that night, the three of us." She wiped her brow as if she were sweating. "I swear, Jack, it was the best, hottest sex of my life."

When her eyes became unfocused, I could see that she was reliving those moments in her mind, much as I had that morning. "I never knew you were, you know. Into women."

Regina smiled finally, and our eyes met again. "Well, there are some things that just aren't my chubby cousin's business." She stepped back toward me and reached around my neck, pulling me close. "Until I want them to be," she whispered.

"Is that okay?" Regina asked softly, her arms tightening around me. "And is this okay?" She asked, kissing my neck suggestively, so there could be no question of what she was talking about.

"Very okay," I said and reached around her lean body and grabbed up two handfuls of her ass before kissing her enthusiastically. "Very."

Reggie broke the kiss and smiled shyly. "I'm so glad you're cool with this."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You mean caught up in this. This spiritual stuff is pretty weird, isn't it? I mean, have you ever heard of Christians going on like this? There are probably a dozen rules in the Bible that are dead set against any sort of non-monogamy."

Regina's eyes narrowed, and she shrugged. "Yeah. But look how happy they are together. Married now for over thirty years? Who am I to question their lifestyle when I couldn't hit the two-year mark?"

She had a point, and I nodded. "You've got me there. But what am I now, in this situation? We never really discussed that, Vera and I."

With a great laugh, Reggie pushed me back roughly. "I'll bet you didn't! Too busy fucking those big titties, weren't you?"

"Actually, I haven't really gotten around to that yet." Our eyes met, and we both laughed together. "But I will." My eyes went wide when she lifted her shirt and bared her breasts to me. They were two perfect handfuls, and her nipples were erect.

"Well, you won't get that from me, so I hope she's down for it," she said with a broad smile.

I stepped closer and licked my lips. "They are beautiful, though," I said, admiring the near perfect roundness of her breasts and the lovely pink quarter-sized areolas. My mouth watered in anticipation.

Regina and I both started when we heard footsteps out on the back deck, and out of reflex, she pulled her shirt back down. "Are you guys about done loading the gear?" Uncle Charlie's voice said just before he stepped into the cabin.

Nodding, I stepped toward the door. "Yep. Everything on the list."

Charlie nodded and then glanced at both of us with a strange expression for a moment. Then he thumbed over his shoulder. "Great, let's put the dinghy in the water and get the outboard mounted. That way in the morning, all we have to do is load the food and cast off."

***

The sun was just a pale glow to the east when Charlie prodded the cot with his foot the next morning. When he saw me awake, he smiled and gestured toward the back of the house before leaving the room. The night had gone by uneventfully, so far as I knew. The cot was remarkably comfortable with a narrow, four-inch mattress that sat on a spring tightened canvas deck. You don't see them much anymore, except maybe in hotels and occasionally hospitals, but when I was young, nearly every household had one.

After a few minutes, I heard strange electronic voices from the front room and movement in the kitchen. My bladder was aching, so I got up and walked barefoot to the bathroom. It was still dark outside, and by the time I got to the bathroom, I'd recognized the sounds. Uncle Charlie had a VHF radio set up on the porch and was getting an update on the conditions from commercial boats already on the water. He had charts laid out on the coffee table, and Vera was loading food into a large cooler and a couple of plastic totes.

I was just shaking the last drops when my cousin walked in, entirely naked. The atmosphere in the house was decidedly relaxed, and Reggie was certainly getting into the home's spirit. Though the windows were all open, each one featured tiered curtains, which ensured anyone looking in from outside could only see our heads.

Her eyes fell to my cock as I shook it, and she smiled. "Morning, cuz. How'd you sleep?" she asked, her eyes rising to meet mine.

God, she was gorgeous, even with hair tousled from sleep and pillow lines on her cheek. "Good. You?" I asked, not even trying to keep my eyes off her body. I desired her more than any woman I'd ever known, and I didn't care if she knew it.

"As far as I can tell, I stayed in my bed, but I'm pretty sure I masturbated during the night," she said, and raised her left hand to her nose and sniffed it before offering it to me. I didn't hesitate. Taking her hand gently, I sniffed her fingers deeply before taking her middle and index fingers into my mouth. She smelled and tasted musky, and I enjoyed it. Regina's lusty expression told me my liberties were not unwelcome. "You are such a dirty boy, Jack. I love dirty boys."

Encouraged by her words, I was about to reach between her legs when Vera stepped into the doorway. "If you two can hurry the flirting, let's get moving so that we can be at Cayo Costa at a reasonable hour?"

Reggie gave our aunt a bratty expression and then leaned in and kissed me. "To be continued," she said, caressing my cheek affectionately before leaving me alone in the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I shook my head in disbelief before turning on the water to brush my teeth.

***

I packed a few days' worth of shorts and shirts, and some bathing necessities before walking to the boat with my backpack and carrying a cooler that I'd found waiting in the kitchen.

The other three were already out there, and Charlie was winding up the garden hose after topping off the potable water tanks. My cousin wore a red athletic style bikini top and shorts, and Vera wore a shiny blue bikini with a sheer white sarong around her waist. The cups of her top were filled to the brim, and Vera smiled when she caught me admiring her.

Charlie's boat is a pleasure craft. It's not for fishing or water skiing; it's just for going places in comfort. And not all that quickly either. For Charlie and Vera, the trip was the goal, as much as getting there, so the engine was designed for low RPM reliability and not speed. The boat was a stern drive, with the cockpit covered by a Bimini top and seating for six in the back.

Reggie was tying off the dinghy as I handed the cooler across to Charlie. "Ready, bud?" he asked with a smile.

I couldn't have expressed my excitement adequately if I tried. It had taken me an hour or more to get to sleep the previous night, and my entire body felt as tight as a guitar string. I nodded as my aunt started the inboard engine, and I heard it growl to life and the blub-blub-blub of the exhaust at the waterline. I looked up, and the sky was still the dark blue of early morning, and the sky was filled with fluffy clouds.

"Yeah," I said with a smile before turning to the left and untying the bow line from the mooring cleat on the dock. Like you can't believe.

***

At seven knots, the trip toward the gulf takes about two hours, running southwest. We passed under the Skyway Bridge and then around the point of Ana Maria Island before turning south-southeast, running outside the barrier islands.

Most recreational boaters stay inside the barrier islands, so traffic thinned out quite a bit once we were on open water. I was at the helm, and Charlie was rolling up the clear sides of the Bimini top when the ladies came up from below, entirely topless. Their smiles made it obvious that they fully expected the wide-eyed reaction they got from me.

Regina held up a bottle of tanning lotion and stepped toward me. "Would you boys like to do the honors?"

Charlie hopped down and snatched the bottle from my cousin's hand and leaned back against the passenger seat, grinning at Vera. "Don't mind if I do," he said, and the ladies both giggled.

Vera glanced at me as her husband squirted a big dollop into his hand. "Really, Jack, you're going to have to get used to this sort of thing being in a relationship with me," she said out loud what we'd only acknowledged privately.

Charlie nodded and then threw the bottle at me. Catching it awkwardly, I chuckled. "I've been out on this boat plenty, but never like this." I flipped the cap open on the bottle, meeting Regina's gaze. Her expression was mischievous but also hopeful, I thought.

"C'mere," I said and gestured that she should spin and give me her back. Regina's tan lines were lovely, and it was at that moment that I noticed Vera didn't have any. Just a warm tan over her entire body. Clearly, being at least topless was part of their regular trips. Regina gave me a contented 'mmm' as I began spreading lotion over her shoulders, back, and down her arms. When I was done, I reached around and slid my slick hands over her breasts and pulled her body back against mine, pressing my erection against her ass.

Her tits were firm and the perfect handful, and I saw Vera's face as she turned towards us, her massive tits gleaming with oil. I felt Reggie's breathing hitch and knew that she was just as turned on as I was. I spun her around, and our eyes met as I refilled my hand with oil before flipping the bottle back to Charlie.

"You're very good at that," she said as I smoothed the oil across both my hands and then began massaging it into my cousin's flawless twenty-three-year-old skin.

I smiled. "You inspire me to greatness," I said, mimicking a romantic phrase I'd heard often between my aunt and uncle over the years.

Regina's eyebrows narrowed. "Then why aren't you and I in a... spiritual relationship?" she whispered as my thumbs stroked her nipples gently.

For a moment, I pondered the proper response and then spoke from the heart. "I think we always have been," I whispered in her ear, and she relaxed in my arms for just a moment before Uncle Charlie cleared his throat.

Our intimate moment broke, and we both looked at him, and Charlie jerked his thumb toward the front of the boat. Regina and I both realized at the same moment that someone really did need to be steering the boat. Though we were not yet in any danger, another boat was heading toward us. "To be continued," Reggie said for the second time.

While I was driving, Charlie set up an inshore rod on the stern and began dragging a shimmering spoon about two feet beneath the water's surface. I could see land on the port side, and Charlie tapped the depth sounder. "Head inshore a bit until we're between twelve and twenty-five feet. Spanish mackerel are hot this time of year."

"Yippie!" Vera chirped and hopped up from her seat to untie her sarong. I couldn't help but watch spellbound as her tits bounced erotically, and I wasn't the only one. With a seductive glance, she draped the sheer garment over my shoulder and walked toward the rod, shooing her husband away from it. "You boys drive. Reggie and I will handle catching dinner," she said emphatically, and it made me smile. My aunt had always loved fishing, and I'd always wondered why they didn't get a boat more designed for it. However, what I'd learned the last few days answered that question rather succinctly.

***

After the first few keepers were caught, a cleaning table was set up. It slid into fittings in the transom, overhung the water, and Vera was an old hand at it. They would hardly be on the deck before she had them fileted. After the second fish, she looked back at me as I sat on the seat opposite Charlie, who was driving, and she frowned. It was the 'you should be doing something useful' look that women seem to have ready to go at any moment.

Before long, I had buckets and a swab out, and I kept the deck slime-free as the girls worked. They both seemed to enjoy my presence there, and after a comment from my lovely cousin, I began being referred to as the 'cabin boy'.

"Oh, cabin boy! Fetch us drinks! Cabin boy! Fetch our hats! Cabin boy!" This became a regular mantra, and Charlie laughed every time I walked past him, stepping down into the cabin for whatever our intrepid fisherwomen needed.

After about three hours, the ladies caught enough fish for our supper on the beach, and they went below decks to get cleaned up and get the fish on ice, leaving me to clean up behind them. Vera appeared at the bottom of the ladder and looked up at Charlie and me. "We're going to shower. Cabin boy, wash up after you're done and then make us some sandwiches," she said before disappearing into the cabin.

I frowned at my uncle, who was not even trying to hide how much he was enjoying my servitude. "What are you laughing at?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Charlie held up his hands in surrender. "Nothing, Jack. I'm just enjoying that there's a cabin boy who isn't me for a change."

***

The Soul Voyager II is a comfortable boat for four people. The head is a bathroom and shower room, big enough for one. There is a forward V-berth, which can be separated from the rest of the cabin by a curtain, and a dining area that converts into a sleeping area big enough for two if the couple don't mind being close. This arrangement had been on my mind all day.

I was getting the sandwich fixings out of the cabinet and the tiny refrigerator when the shower shut off, and the door opened, and my aunt stepped out dripping wet, her blonde hair plastered against her neck. She saw me and smiled mischievously before wagging her fingers at me in a cute little wave.

Waving back, my eyes devoured her body for just a moment before Regina stepped from behind the curtain, just as naked as our aunt, and she slid between Vera and the bulkhead, stopping when they were nearly nipple to nipple. I felt blood fill my cock as my cousin grabbed Vera's magnificent breasts in her hands and then leaned forward to motorboat them comically. Vera giggled as she stepped toward the curtain, letting Reggie step into the head. "Sea showers now, sweety."

"Yes, Auntie," Reggie replied with a mildly exasperated tone, as if we hadn't been taught to take 'sea showers' while on the boat our whole lives. A 'sea shower' constitutes three very brief steps to conserve water. Water on, get wet. Water off, soap up. Water on, rinse off.

Reggie glanced at me with a smile. Her eyes fell for a moment to the bulge in my shorts, and she winked at me as she entered the head and closed the door. I could hear Vera moving around in the forward cabin, cabinets opening and closing, and I fought against my instinct to peek past the curtain. "Are those sandwiches ready yet? Turkey for Charlie and me, and ham for Reggie, right?" She said from behind the curtain, and I was suddenly wondering why she was even using a curtain on the Voyager when their bedroom at home didn't even have a door.

I was just finishing when Regina stepped out of the bathroom and, in an eye-blink, disappeared behind the curtain as well. I enjoyed the brief glimpse of her tight ass as I lifted the plate with Charlie's sandwich and turned to hand it up to him on the bridge deck. Our eyes met for a moment, and he smiled as if he knew something I did not.

"Are you coming out for lunch?" I asked the closed curtain, and the answer I received was a deep moan from my cousin. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Bring them in here, sweetie," Vera replied in a welcoming tone of voice. I grabbed the plates quickly, nearly dropping the sandwiches onto the deck. My hands shook as I walked toward the curtain, and just as I lifted my arm to duck past it, Reggie moaned again.

"Oh, Auntie!"

Ducking past the curtain, I stopped just inside the cabin, taking in the sight before me. Several pillows had been piled up at the point of the arrowhead shaped bed, and Vera was reclining against them, her legs wide. Reggie was also reclining thusly back against Auntie's robust body, and Vera was reaching around her niece, fingers caressing Regina's wet slit.

"Just set the plates down over there, Jack," Vera said softly, and I did as instructed almost robotically, not taking my eyes from the two women. "Are you ready to be joined spiritually with Regina, Jack? Even as you and I are, before God?"

My eyes locked with my cousin's and I could see no sign of trepidation in her expression, just desire and that same loving smile she'd always had for me. What I'd missed the most in the last few years.

"Yes, Auntie," I said, and without being told to, untied the drawstring of my swim trunks, pulled them down, and let them fall to the deck. Regina opened her arms, and I crawled onto the bed, one knee at a time, entirely enraptured by the expression on my cousin's face.

I crawled over her body and only then did Vera remove her fingers from Regina's wet pussy. "Do you love me, Jack?" Reggie asked, and I stopped inches from her pink lips.

"I always have," I replied honestly. More honestly than I ever thought I could. What would our family think if they saw us? If they knew?

Moments later, our bodies were pressed together passionately, our lips and tongues intertwined.

"Dear Lord, please bless these two young people, whose love and dedication to each other are unquestioned in the eyes of their family. Let them find joy and satisfaction in each other's arms and hearts. Let no matter what the future brings, they should always be there for each other. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen."

"Amen," Regina and I whispered together, and I kissed her again with all the passion in my heart. I'd always desired my aunt, but I'd always loved Regina. There was no denying it. Blood related or not, she was who I'd always wanted.

Reggie took my face in her hands, and as we broke our kiss, she pushed me gently down to her breasts, and I moaned as my lips closed over her engorged nipples. Her breath caught in her throat, and she moaned as her hands caressed my back and shoulders.

Elated, I rose again and kissed her, feeling two pairs of hands on my body. Remembering Vera, I rose even higher, kissing my aunt as well. Regina's hands slid down my body, taking my cock in her hands and stroking it gently.

"I want this inside me, Jack. Right now. Show me how much you love me," she purred, and I responded immediately, moving down toward her feet and then pulling her body flat on the bed until her head was lying on Vera's thigh.

Stretching out over her body again, I kissed her as I pressed my cock against her vulva, taking my time as I slowly slid my cockhead through her labia, over her clit to park at her opening. Vera's fingers had already gotten things slippery down there, and Reggie moaned as I entered her, my lips devouring hers. I could feel Vera's hands on my shoulders and Regina's around my back.

I got a sudden thought and quickly pulled out and broke off our kiss to look at my cousin. She must have understood my hesitation because she smiled and whispered in my ear. "It's okay. I'm on birth control."

Relieved, I relaxed and kissed her hard and pushed my cock back into her, not stopping until I was fully sheathed in her wet warmth. "Oh, yes, Jack. That feels so good," she moaned, and I lost myself in the moment, my thrusts getting more forceful as her nails dug into my back. Regina began crying out, "Yes!" with every thrust, and they got louder, urging me on. I let my body weight pin her and torqued my hips, thrusting down and in with every ounce of energy I could muster.

Our eyes met as we came together for the first time, and I reveled in the look of ecstasy on her face and knew I wanted to give it to her forever. I love you, I thought and wanted to say, but it felt decidedly tacky to say those words post-orgasm.

"God bless you both," Vera chimed in as I relaxed and kissed my beautiful cousin.

***

"We'll be at Cayo Costa in a couple of hours," Charlie said as we all walked up the ladder and not onto the main deck. I was surprised that he had nothing to say about what he must have heard, and aside from a bright smile, made no remark. "Should we go to Pelican Bay or...?" he asked, and Aunt Vera was already shaking her head.

"No, Pelican Bay will be crowded on a nice weekend like this. Let's head down to the cove at the south end," Vera said with a nod. I remembered the area from when I was a teen. The southern end of the Cayo is a narrow strip of land that ends is a hook shape. The surrounding waters had some of the best snorkeling and surf fishing in West Florida. And it was very, very private. Most boaters didn't want to spend the extra time getting down to the south end when the beaches around Pelican Bay were so nice and had amenities like campgrounds with showers and restrooms. Folks who were inclined to go further south were usually heading down to Captiva Island.

***

It was nearing four o'clock when Regina and I jumped off the stern into the cool waters of Pejuan Cove, a beautiful area of blue-green water over a floor of seagrass. Charlie had anchored just inside the inlet in about six feet of water at mid-tide. The cove was on the eastern side of the island, so the water was nearly flat calm. And we were the only boat there. We could see sailboats out on Pine Island Sound miles away, no doubt enjoying the wonderful breezes and flat water.

I came up for air, and I'd only just gotten my breath when I got a big face-full of water. I should have expected it. It was one of Reggie's favorite tactics. Splashing when you are trying to breathe. She could be such a brat sometimes. I splashed her back, and in no time, we were roughhousing just like we always had.

"Children. Children!" Vera yelled, and we stopped and looked at her. She stood looking down at us in her shiny blue bikini that barely contained her glorious breasts. Both of the women had replaced their tops when we got close to land and other boaters. She gestured toward the dinghy and the pile of gear still on the boat. "Can we get set up before you revert to adolescence?"

I chuckled. "Sorry, Aunt Vera." Chastised, I climbed back up the stern ladder while Reggie pushed the dinghy closer to the stern so that I could tie it off before loading it up with our gear. There is a nice beach area at the point of the hook, and it's where we always set up. The rest of the inside curve of the cove is less hospitable. A dense mangrove forest and oyster beds.

By dinnertime, the awning was up; the chairs were out, and the charcoal was turning gray, which suited Vera just fine. She'd taken the mackerel and wrapped it in tinfoil with sliced lemons and Old Bay seasoning. Which was pretty much her go-to recipe for any fish we caught. Simple but tasty. A three-gallon cooler filled with lemonade stood on a milk crate nearby, and there was water in the big cooler with the food.

I sat down in a chair and looked down at my cousin, who had laid a blanket down on the sand. Without batting an eye, she pulled the ties on her bikini and stood there gloriously nude on the sand. "I'm going to get rid of these tan lines. What do you think, Jack?" She asked me, nodding towards our aunt. "Vera looks wonderful with her all-over tan, doesn't she?"

"Well, yeah... she does, but--" I stammered, realizing I was of two minds on the subject. Vera looked divine, but there is something about tan lines I find wildly erotic. "Tan lines are sexy too." I caught my uncle's eye, and he smiled and nodded his agreement.

"Keep your eyes and ears open, sweetie. Cayo Costa is a state park, and there are rangers. They rarely come down here, though. Unless someone reports something," Vera said as she set her foil packages on the small grill. I looked around and didn't hear so much as an outboard motor, just the serene lapping of the water against the shore.

I smiled. "Go ahead, cuz. I'll keep my eyes open," I said, staring openly at her naked body as she lay down on the blanket.

Vera chuckled. "I think we all will."

***

We sat on the beach that evening and just enjoyed being out in the wild. Not a single boat got close enough to get an eyeful of anyone, and by sunset, we had all shed our clothes, which was a new step for me. I'd always fantasized about nude beaches and being on one, but in my wildest dreams, never imagined the circumstances I now found myself in. I felt a little silly with my white ass and man parts bared to the world, but I never got so much as a smirk from the women. Just appreciative smiles, even with the drastic tan lines that made it look like I was wearing white briefs when I wasn't.

As the sun got low, we turned our chairs west and sat back to watch the sunset.

"I like seeing you naked, Jack," Regina said as she set her chair down. "You're in great shape for a chubby guy." I looked at her, and her expression was soft. When we were kids, she would often kid me about my weight.

"Yeah, well,... you look--" I paused, searching for the right adjective to describe just how attractive I thought she was. When I realized there wasn't one, I just grabbed one that sounded the best. "Gorgeous. You always have been, Princess."

We sat quietly, and Regina reached out for my hand, letting hers rest on mine on the armrest of my chair, and I felt my heart swell in my chest. How long I had been in love with my cousin, I couldn't be sure, and it had always hurt knowing that she was dating other men, even marrying one. But now, it felt different; like she finally saw me as a man. That, coupled with the affection she'd always had for me, was perhaps becoming something deeper. Or so I hoped. The sun set far too quickly for me.

***

By the time we had the gear packed in the dinghy, we were all but exhausted. A day on the boat with the sun and water, it just seems to drink the energy from your very bones. All that day, I wondered what sexual antics we'd get up to that night, but it was clear there wouldn't be any from the looks of everyone.

We tied off the dinghy and just left the equipment in it, knowing we'd be using it the next day. We rinsed the sand off our legs and feet with seawater before stepping into the cabin. One by one, we took our showers and kissed each other good night.

I was the last to shower. By the time I was done, Charlie and Vera were already lying down in the forward berth, whispering to each other on cool sheets. I could hear the light hum of the generator that ran the roof mounted air conditioning unit and lights when the engine isn't running.

Reggie had lowered the dining table between the seats and covered it with a matching cushion before spreading out sheets for us. "Is this okay with you, Jack?" she asked softly, still naked, gesturing to the narrow bed we would be sharing.

I'll admit that this whole 'spiritual union' thing with my aunt and uncle had seemed like a bunch of quasi-religious boloney, but right there and then, it felt very real to me. Like we were married, and it felt wonderful.

"It's very okay, Reg," I said and hung my towel with the others over a retractable clothesline that hung against the opposite bulkhead. Her smile made my heart beat like a drum.

"That's good."

If you'd told me I would one day be naked in bed with my beautiful cousin and that I would fall asleep, I'd have called you crazy, but that's just what happened. We slid under the sheets together, and our eyes met. We giggled, perhaps both of us realizing the surreality of the situation. Then she leaned over and kissed me softly. "See you in the morning, handsome," she said, and then with a final peck on my lips, she rolled toward the bulkhead. I lay back with my hands behind my head, determined to make sense of this weirdness, but my eyes closed within a minute or two.

***

It was still entirely dark when I was awoken by someone climbing over my body. I was lying on my side, and I felt naked skin against my own. Neither Regina nor I had bothered with clothes after spending the evening naked. The moon was only half full, but there was enough light through the cabin windows for me to see her. She was straddling me. Grinding her pussy on my hip, she moaned softly in that same rhythm I had heard in Charlie and Vera's bedroom. She was asleep. I froze, quite unsure what to do, not wanting to wake her, but after a minute, she rubbed harder and whined needfully.

Clearly, she was not getting the stimulation she needed in her current state, so I slowly turned onto my back, and she responded nearly instantly to the feel of my hard cock pressing against her vulva. She pushed herself up and changed the angle of her hips, and I slipped instantly inside her. She let out a great, satisfied sigh as she sank down on me and planted her hands on my chest.

I'll never know what was going through her subconscious mind, and Reggie could never tell me as she had no memory of these episodes, but the animal part of her brain was in charge. That much was certain. After we'd generated enough slickness between us so that she was riding me easily, she sped up and rolled her hips energetically, rubbing her clit between our pelvic bones. Not wanting to wake her with my touch, I just laid my hands on her thighs and enjoyed the grip of her pussy and her rolling hips, which were oddly in sync with the rolling of the boat.

And then, as I felt the very first stirrings of my own impending orgasm, I felt Reggie just relax on my body and lower herself onto my chest until she was breathing deeply and regularly in my ear. I lay there for a few minutes, wondering what to do when she groaned and then rolled off me onto her side. It was all a bit confusing. She didn't, as far as I could tell, have an orgasm. It's didn't end like that. It was like she was just shifting from one sleep mode to another.

Regina sighed contentedly as she snuggled into the sheets, and I swung my legs off the bed and sat up. Knowing there was no way in hell I was going to fall back asleep any time soon I stood and was startled when a shadow near the bathroom door stepped toward me.

Vera stepped close, and her arms slipped around my neck, and she kissed me, her naked body pressing against mine. "That was beautifully done, lover. You were thoughtful and unselfish. C'mon outside with me, and we'll enjoy the night for a while."

Charlie had been true to his word and had indeed placed a bundle of Christmas bells that were cleverly hooked on the door's louvered vent. Vera took a minute to remove them with nary a jingle and set them aside on the galley counter near the stove.

Out on deck, it was warm and humid, and the stars were bright like they only are miles from city lights. Vera took my hand and led me to the left of the two corner couches that flanked the hatch to the aft deck. After I sat down, she leaned over me, pulling my face between her breasts. "I'm so happy that you are okay with this, Jack. I've always hoped you would be someday."

I kissed the swell of both of her tits and couldn't help but grab them in both hands, and she giggled as my lips found her nipples. Sucking enthusiastically in the way I knew she liked, I pulled her body toward me, and she spoke softly into my ear. "I'm a sinner, and I know it, but I've always wanted more lovers. Full time, whenever I wanted. I love Charlie. I cannot imagine life without him, but my tastes are more adventurous, I guess. Our occasional trysts with other members of our congregation were... okay. They were quiet, loving pairings, private and apart from our spouses."

Vera pulled back and bent so that I could look her in the face. "But the other night, between you and Charlie, I was the absolute center of attention of two hard, virile men. That was where I'd always wanted to be."

She leaned back and grabbed the cushion off the other corner couch, which came away with the quiet tearing of Velcro. She set it on the deck, and she knelt, spreading my knees and leaning between them. "I've always loved you more than your other cousins, Jack. Because you're a very loving and empathic person. I remember that pelican you had us chasing all over the neighborhood."

I smiled, remembering that afternoon well. It was during one of our holiday get-togethers when I was in high school, and I'd been fishing from the dock. Across the channel, on the unfinished point of land there, I spotted a pelican that seemed in distress. I could see that its bill was a mess of tangled fishing line, and it was hopping around, trying in vain to detangle itself.

Dropping my rod, I ran to the house, frantic with concern, and mobilized everyone. It took us the better part of two hours to capture the animal that could still fly well enough to get from one side of the channel to the other. After we'd chased the animal from one side to the other a few times, it was my father who got the bright idea to hide on the far side while the rest of us ran after the poor creature. When it flew away from us, it practically landed right in front of my dad, who'd been hiding behind some azaleas. He grabbed the bird, and with the pliers from my tackle box, we had the bird free in no time. It was a good day for me and for the pelican.

"I love you too, Auntie," I said, and she smiled.

"I know you do, Jack. Almost as much as you love Reggie, I think." She looked down at my cock, which was still half hard. "Did you cum?" she asked softly.

"No, Auntie," I replied with a deep sigh.

I could see her smile in the low light. "Good. May I?" she asked as if there was even a chance that I'd say no.

"Oh, please, Auntie," I moaned, and she took my cock in both of her hands, rubbing softly. I leaned against the backrest and moaned as her warm, wet mouth enveloped my cock and began sucking. I was hard again in no time, and at that point, she loosened her mouth and began bathing my shaft in saliva. She stroked it with her hand and mixed it with my precum for a few strokes and then continued with her sloppy blowjob. After a few minutes, I could feel the mess dripping onto my balls, and with a smile, she straightened.

"So, Jack, are you ready for that tit-fuck that Reggie teased you about?" she asked and she leaned toward me, pulling my cock between her enormous tits.

My excited gasp must have been enough encouragement for her because she quickly wrapped my shaft in her bountiful tits and began pogoing up and down. My cock slipped through her cleavage easily because of the slickness she'd created. I watched wide-eyed as the boat turned on the anchor chain, and we were suddenly bathed in moonlight. I could see her wanton expression and her glowing tits as my cock slid between them. It was a magical moment, and her eyes held mine as I twerked my hips upward, fucking her great melons with everything I had. She squeezed them together even harder, and I moaned as softly as I could, not wanting to wake anyone.

After a few minutes of her big, smooth breasts and her lustful, moonlit expression, I was nearly there, and Vera must have noticed when she backed off and took me in her mouth again, pumping the base of my cock with her hand. I lasted only a few more strokes when I came powerfully, jetting three powerful bursts. I stifled a long moan, and our eyes locked as I filled her mouth with jizz. Vera hummed her approval of the mouthful I'd given her, and I collapsed back against the cushion.

***

We all slept a little later than we normally would, and I awoke to my cousin squirming in the sheets next to me. The sun was coming through the open cabin door, and Aunt Vera was pulling bacon and eggs out of the tiny refrigerator to fry up. "C'mon, sleepyheads," Uncle Charlie said as he walked past with his fishing tackle. Unlike the evening before, he was dressed in lightweight pants and a long sleeve shirt. Getting a little sun on these trips was always fine, but being as fair skinned as he was, he was careful not to get too much. The sunlight off the water could bake you from any angle.

"What're you guys doing today?" He asked as he slid the gear through the cabin door and turned to kiss Aunt Vera on the back of her neck. "I'm going to move the boat a little further out of the cove and then do some fishing from the deck."

Regina sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. "What's the tide like?" She asked and then leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I'm pretty slick down there, handsome. Did we get up to any hanky-panky last night?"

From a shelf across from us, Charlie picked up a dog-eared tide chart and thumbed through it quickly. "Looks like we're an hour from high tide."

Ignoring her previous question, Regina clapped her hands together and smiled at me. "Perfect! Let's go snorkeling in the mangroves!"

***

With a bellyful of bacon and eggs, Regina and I dropped off the aft deck in our swimsuits and T-shirts with Charlie and Vera's rubber-soled dive booties on. After we had swum about thirty feet, we heard the diesel engine crank up. We waved to Charlie, who was on the bow, pulling up the anchor, and then turned and swam towards the north side of Pejuan Cove.

The rest of our gear was in a nylon bag, and when we got into shallow water where we could stand, we opened the bag and took out our masks and snorkels. Other necessities were a tube of el-cheapo toothpaste to anti-fog our masks, some sunscreen, a canteen of fresh water, and two pairs of reinforced canvas work gloves that had straps that buckled at the wrist.

"Where are we going?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

Reggie didn't answer; she just met my eyes. "You think it's still there?"

I shrugged. "Who knows? How long has it been?"

Looking upward absently, she pursed her lips in thought. "Six years? I think."

Six years sounded right to me too. Six years since she and I had explored these mangroves last. "Maybe. It lasted many years out here before we found it. Decades probably."

She nodded and then hooked her ponytail through her mask strap and pulled her gloves from the strap of her one-piece swimsuit. It was sky blue, and the cut was as plain as you've ever seen, but it looked great on her athletic body, and I knew it would be a distraction.

Mangrove forests are like any other. There are places where it's dense, and there are places where it's sparse, and there are game trails through it all. The difference is that at high tide, it's all in three to four feet of water. Red mangroves grow up and create a great bushy canopy, and oysters form around the base, giving the plants a solid foundation that protects them from the occasional storm driven surf. The trees, the oyster beds (the reason for the gloves), and the water create one of the most amazingly diverse ecosystems you've ever heard of. It's like the nursery of the Gulf of Mexico, as juvenile creatures of all sorts inhabit the mangroves until they are big enough to venture into the open Gulf.

We swam close to the edge of the mangroves and waited until a trail opened to go deeper into the forest. As large animals like manatees use the mangroves for shade, there are always trails if you look long enough. When we found one, Regina surfaced, and we stood on the rough bottom beneath the canopy.

"You think this is the one?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Hard to be sure, but it feels right, ya know? I seem to recall it was in this area of the cove."

Reggie nodded. "Yeah. Let's give it a shot. You want to go first, or shall I?"

I grinned at her. "I'd better go first. Heaven knows what mess I'll get into in there if I'm staring at your ass all morning." Though we'd had sex the day before, this sort of banter was new for us, and she was surprised by my reply.

"Well, why don't we just find out?" She said with a wide smile and dropped her mask over her eyes. Reggie turned towards the tunnel through the mangroves, lowering herself in the water until only the top of her head was visible.

Following suit, I followed her but didn't bother swimming. I crouched and, like my cousin, just walked along the bottom slowly, shuffling my feet to ward off any stingrays that might lie beneath the sand. The water temperature cooled as we stepped into the shade of the mangrove trees.

The mangrove shoots were crawling with little red crabs that were feeding on the barnacles that encrusted them beneath the water. Baitfish swam around us and schools of mullet flashed by. Occasionally, a juvenile snook or tarpon would zip past and then disappear into the massive root systems.

Reggie was walking slowly, checking below the water and above, for any branches that could hurt us, and there was no hurry. She shuffled along, turning to enjoy the wonder of the magnificent ecosystem around us, including the micro-percussion orchestra of barnacle sounds. A constant soft crackling, punctuated with tiny pops. Like frying bacon.

About an hour later, we exited the mangroves where we thought we would. A big egg-shaped clearing with a golden sandy bottom of crushed shell. The remains of an old post building sat collapsed at the far end. According to my uncle, it could have been anything from a supply outpost for fishermen, a mail drop for island-living locals, or perhaps an early ranger station. But now, it was just a moldy, rotten wreck sitting on a sandbar.

Regina removed her mask and walked over to the lovely little beach that the old building sat upon. Her eyes found mine as she brushed her hair off her face and gave me a soft smile. This little beach was special to both of us. Because six years ago, in a moment that still lives in my heart, I got my first kiss. I'm sure it wasn't Regina's first, as pretty as she was, but for a chubby kid who wasn't confident enough to take off his shirt in front of other people, it was everything.

"So, back to my question from the boat," she said, and I blanked. I'm sure it was clear in my expression because she sighed and grinned. "About last night?"

"Oh, umm... yeah. That question," I replied.

"So, we did it," she said flatly, looking up to follow a heron flying overhead. After she lost sight of it, she looked back at me. "Was it too weird?"

I shrugged. "Weird? Yeah, maybe a little. But I don't want you to worry about that. You can't help it, and we're all here for you."

Her eyes narrowed, and she pursed her lips in mock irritation. "So, it's not putting you out if your cousin wants to ride you in the middle of the night?"

I laughed. "Nope. I'm always happy to help. It's just the kind of guy I am."

"Yeah. You're a real saint, Jack," she said wryly, and we both laughed. She fell silent afterward for about a minute, then spoke again. "That's what broke up Gary and me."

I was surprised. "He didn't... what? He didn't like the midnight sex?"

She shook her head. "He found me riding his best friend in our guest room." I must have gasped, because she turned to face me, her expression full of anguish. "Jack, I told him not to have him over. I told him I wasn't awake during those episodes." Her eyes fell. "I don't think he ever really believed me. He used to make remarks that I was making it up so that we'd have more sex, and I'd get pregnant. But he wasn't really joking."

"Reggie, I'm sorry," was all I could think to say. I had more questions, but I didn't want to get her more upset than she was. We sat quietly in the sand for several minutes, and finally she changed the subject.

"So, Vera told me you'll be stationed nearby? At least at first?" she asked, and I nodded. "That's good because we're soul bonded now, right? You can't just leave me." She said with a deadpan expression. I looked at her, and at first, I thought she was completely serious. But she couldn't hold a straight face. We both chuckled, and then I spoke from my heart.

"You could come with me when I get stationed."

Regina's jaw dropped just a bit. "What? Live with you? Like your... girlfriend?"

Looking into her eyes, I nodded. "I love you, Reggie. I always have."

She rolled onto her side and leaned close, her hand on my chest. It had been in the water, and now it was cool on my skin. "I knew. But I never let myself feel that because it wasn't right. We're cousins."

I nodded. "Second cousins can marry in all fifty states."

Chuckling, she rolled closer still. "I was mostly thinking about our folks. You don't think they'll freak out?"

She was too close to resist, and I didn't bother to answer her. I let my kiss explain just how little I cared about what our parents would say.

***

It was nearing lunchtime when we left the mangroves and walked around the cove to the south end where we'd spent the previous day. Charlie and Vera were already out there, lounging beneath the canopy, and nearby, I could see the heat rising from the grill and knew lunch was already being prepared.

When we arrived at the sandy area, I slipped off my diving boots and carried them to the campsite. There was another boat in the cove, and we could see children in colorful floatation tubes jumping off the stern, shrieking in enjoyment.

Vera smiled and nodded toward the other boat. "I guess it was too much to ask to have the cove to ourselves for the entire weekend."

Reggie and I laughed, and Charlie spoke up, pointing to the west. "We decided to have a big lunch as it looks like we're in for some evening weather." We looked in that direction to see dark clouds gathering on the horizon.

"Are we going to head back tonight?" Regina asked, reading my thoughts.

Charlie shook his head. "Nope. It looks like just another evening storm. We'll batten the hatches and head back at dawn."

We had burgers and hot dogs with all the trimmings and lemonade to wash it all down. The four of us sat and talked, and our aunt and uncle seemed overjoyed when Regina told them what I'd suggested in the mangroves.

"I don't think the family will take it as badly as you think, Jack," my uncle said when I expressed concern. "You guys have always been close, and everyone knew it. No one seemed all that concerned then."

By late afternoon, the other family had packed up their kids and floaties and, once out of the cove, had sped off, with both of their big outboards growling. The boat was open hulled, and that's nowhere you want to be caught with a storm rolling in.

We'd just got back to the Voyager with the dinghy filled with sand covered gear as the first raindrops fell. The sky had darkened, and we could hear distant thunder. "I don't think this is just an afternoon squall, Charlie," I said, and he nodded in response.

"Yep. The NOAA Weather Channel says it will rain throughout the night, but not too badly. We're pretty protected in here. Now, I'm going to go take a shower." With that, he peeled off his clothes and walked naked down the gunwale to the front of the boat.

Vera giggled and then went below, only to appear in a few seconds with a bar of soap. "C'mon, kids, let's let Mother Nature get us clean," she said and then followed her husband's example.

By the time Regina and I had peeled off our swimsuits and got to the top deck, we found Charlie and Vera soaping each other on her chaise lounge. Vera was leaning back against her husband, and he was rubbing soap on her big tits. Her eyes were closed in bliss, and I stopped to watch them as Regina walked up and sat in front of Vera and took the soap from Charlie.

Watching the three of them was honestly the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and before long, I was hard enough to chip stone. Regina leaned forward, and I moaned as she kissed Vera and then Charlie, in the rain.

After a few minutes, Vera smiled at me. "C'mon, sweetie. Let's get you cleaned up, and then we'll go below. But be careful. The deck is slippery."

She wasn't wrong, and by the time I knelt next to the chair, there were bubbles on the deck, and the rain became a downpour. Charlie knelt on the other side, and the women passed the soap back and forth, Vera bathing me and Regina bathing Uncle Charlie.

Vera leaned close. "There is something I've always wanted, Jack. I'm hoping tonight I'll have my fantasy fulfilled." The rain had matted her long blonde hair to her neck, and her expression was insistent. There was nothing I wouldn't give this woman.

"What... umm," I began, but she cut me off with a wagging finger.

"Let's just let things happen, sweetie," she said, her lips warm on my shoulder, and I nodded. My pulse was racing, and the air was electric when we finished washing. The realization of what was about to happen hit us all. We all had slightly nervous smiles, and we giggled and teased each other. The rain, thunder, the slight wind-driven chop, and the knowledge of just how alone we were out there gave the moment an elemental excitement.

We were all barely dried off when the ladies rushed into the forward berth. When I walked in, they were giggling on the sheets, exploring each other. I heard Charlie locking up the cabin door, and rain drumming on the hatch over my head. With difficulty, I tore my eyes off the naked women and verified the latch was secured.

With a seductive look, Vera patted the cushion between them, and I crawled up without hesitation. I was surprised when I lay on my back and looked at Regina when she closed her eyes and bowed her head toward my chest.

"Dear Lord," Vera began, and I turned to her. "Please bless this loving family, and our sacred unions, and the future Regina and Jack are about to begin. May they always know your love and ours, knowing that our home will always be theirs until the day we meet you in heaven. In Jesus' name we pray."

It was Charlie who added the "Amen" at the end, and we all followed suit. He stood naked at the foot of the bed and reached out to caress Vera's thick legs. I watched her eyes as she opened them eagerly, and Charlie smiled, seeing her wet pussy perfectly trimmed for a bikini. My aunt reached down and spread her inner labia to show her husband her wet opening.

I felt Reggie's hand slide down my chest, and her fingers wrapped around my cock as she watched Charlie pulling his curvy wife towards him.

I looked at her, and her eyes were fixed on the two of them. Enraptured by the sight, she whispered to me. "Jack, would you mind if I crawled over you? I want--"

"Go for it," I said, and she didn't hesitate. She crawled over me with her head down over Vera's abdomen, her pussy lying over my stomach. As I mentioned, the Soul Voyager II is built for comfort and is wider than most boats. Too wide, in fact, to trailer it easily. Despite that, at its widest point, the forward berth was only five and a half feet wide, so when I slid over, my hip was pressed against the bulkhead.

Charlie spread Vera's legs, and she grabbed them both behind her knees, keeping them open for him as he bent to sample her moist snatch. Regina moaned to see his eager tongue at work, and inspired, I caressed her tight ass. I slid my hand down between her legs, and Regina was hungry for a touch there, lowering her hips and moving a little toward me so that my fingers would reach their target. Her pussy was slick, and before long, her juices dripped down my wrist. When I added a second finger, she moaned, and I pressed them as deep as I could.

"Oh, Lord, Jack. That feels so good," she moaned, and Vera moaned right along with her, writhing on the sheets from my uncle's expert ministrations.

After a few minutes, Regina slipped between Vera and me and got on her knees over our aunt. I thought I was going to lose my mind watching her suck our aunt's fat nipples, and Vera wailed from the combined pleasure.

Charlie had two fingers pistoning into his wife's pussy, and his tongue was lapping furiously at her clit. But she couldn't stand it for long.

"Oh Charlie! Now, baby! I need you inside me now!" Vera cried out, and she slid all the way to the opposite bulkhead so that Charlie could lie in her place. With the arrowhead shape of the bed and limited width, it made it hard to move around, so I slid off the bed quietly.

It was heaven just to watch them. Regina spooned next to her uncle and kissed them both as Vera straddled him. From my viewpoint, I watched his cock, which, like the rest of the man, was thick and hard, sink into his wife's hot pussy.

Regina looked at me and smiled wickedly, backing off the bed. I assumed she was coming for me, but that was not the case. From a small shelf that held sunblock and skin cream, she took a tube of lubricant and squirted a dollop onto her fingers, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Are you ready, Auntie?" Reggie asked, and all at once, I realized that at least part of this evening had been planned. And that this was the fantasy Vera had mentioned. Vera moaned and looked back over her shoulder at me, the look in her eyes saying everything.

"Please, baby. I've always wanted two men that I love inside of me at the same time. To be surrounded by desire and filled with your love!" she cried.

I watched Regina spread the lubricant over Vera's asshole and then, using one finger and then two, finger fuck my aunt's little pucker. I'd had three lovers before my aunt and cousin, but this was a road yet untraveled. Watching Vera's ass undulate as her husband pumped into her from below, I was suddenly seized by the urge to spear into her, and I stepped forward. My own fingers are considerably larger than my cousin's, and Vera nearly screamed when I smeared some of the excess lube over them and pushed slowly into her ass, squeezing the big, beautiful lobe with my other hand. "Oh God, yes! Jack, it's so good, sweetie! I can't wait to feel you inside me!" she wailed. Regina stepped close and leaned in to kiss up under my jaw. Her left hand smeared more lubricant on my cockhead, and she whispered in my ear.

"I want to watch you two tear her apart. Leave her a wet mess on the sheets, baby." It was the first time Regina had ever called me by any term of endearment other than 'cuz' and my heart leaped. Like she had just claimed me as hers a moment before I was about to -- I shook my head in disbelief and slowly slipped by fingers from Vera's anus.

Crawling up onto the bed behind my aunt, I took a moment to get myself positioned around their legs, kneeling on one knee only. Vera was panting wildly as I grabbed both lobes of her generous posterior and squeezed. I leaned over her back until I was at the proper angle for penetration and then pushed my cockhead into her. "Oh, honey, he's doing it. He's doing it!" Vera wailed at Charlie, and over her shoulder, my eyes met his. I felt Regina's hand on my ass, and I pushed in deeper, easily pushing past my aunt's tight sphincter.

"Oooohhh," my aunt moaned, and her hand reached back to press against my thigh. "Let me, honey. Let me," she said, and I stopped. She moved forward over Charlie and then back, each time coming back a little further. Her ass was unbelievably tight, and I could feel the pressure of Charlie's cock pressing against mine through the thin membrane between us. Over and over, she moved forward and back, each thrust pulling me deeper inside of her until I was balls deep inside her.

She knelt there, panting with us both filling her. Vera whimpering. "I don't know. I don't... what should I--" she began and Charlie spoke.

"Now, boy. Let's give her what she wants."

I grinned and reached past them, bracing my left hand on the bulkhead over Charlie's head, before I pulled out and pistoned back in with considerable force. Her surprised yelp encouraged me, and I kept at it, punching into her ass, which rocked her body forward, after which Charlie pushed her back down by her shoulders so that we were alternately filling her.

Vera began to scream in ecstasy as we perfected the rhythm, and Regina joined in the fun, reaching past me on one side and then the other, slapping Vera's beautifully tanned ass. The pain with the pleasure took her screams up an octave, and had we been at home, I'm sure the din would have had the neighbors calling the police.

In our haste to get physical, we had not turned on the air conditioning, and quickly sweat was dripping down my face, and there was a sheen of it on Vera's back. The wet sounds of our couplings and the slapping of our wet flesh were wildly exciting, and I lost myself in the debauchery, watching her ass undulate with every thrust. Vera orgasmed between us, once then twice, her pussy clamping down as her body shook. Her moans became unintelligible gibberish when she came and eventually got weaker and weaker. First, Charlie and then I emptied our balls into her slick holes, and after I slipped out of her bum, Vera collapsed, shuddering onto the sheets beside her husband.

I leaned against the bulkhead to catch my breath as Regina got up on her knees and took Charlie's softening cock in her mouth for a moment before looking back at me. "It's my turn, lover. Go get cleaned up."

After a quick shower, I returned to the bed. Vera was still recovering on one side; her eyes closed with a dreamy look on her face. Regina was standing on the deck and was bent at the waist, her ass shimmying enticingly. Charlie was moaning in appreciation of my cousin's oral skills. With my fingers, I probed her snatch, waiting for further instruction, but when I received none, stepped forward and speared my cock into her wet pussy.

Together, Charlie and I spit-roasted my beautiful cousin until our aunt revived enough to roll onto her back. With her eyes locked on mine, she used her fingers to play with the two loads of cum oozing out of her, rubbing the slickness on her clit. That erotic sight was more than I could stand, and with a groan, I filled Regina with my spunk.

Charlie must have cum while I was recovering, leaning against the bulkhead, catching my breath. Before I knew it, he and Vera were headed for a shower. I looked down on the bed, and Regina smiled and held her arms out for me. She opened her legs as I crawled up and collapsed over her, letting her take my weight. We kissed like the lovers that I'd always wanted us to be. Two wild animals finding love on the water.

***

I woke to a firm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Charlie standing there, dressed. "C'mon, let's get underway," he said, nodding toward the rear deck.

Wiping sleep from my eyes, I nodded and then rolled out of the bed slowly. I don't remember actually laying down to sleep, but I was in the converted galley bed that Regina and I had slept in the first night. But it was Vera who was lying naked beside me, wrapped in a paisley patterned bed sheet.

I dressed quietly and closed the hatch behind me. Charlie was heading up the gunwale toward the front of the boat, to pull the anchor, and I shut off the generator and started the motor. It roared to life and in just a few moments settled out to a low growl. It was still dark, so I turned the radar on and heard the antenna spin up over the cockpit. There were no contacts anywhere close by. I flipped on the running lights and was ready to push the throttle forward when Charlie got back to me.

"Go ahead. Take her out," he said. I smiled and nodded, then sat up in the captain's chair as he sat down opposite me. I changed the radar's range scale, and suddenly the channel markers popped up. Turning to port, I headed between the two closest, pushing the throttle up to about fourteen hundred rpm.

After I turned into the channel, I increased our speed and settled into the seat. Charlie went below and came up with a couple of glasses of lemonade, handing me one with a grin. "The girls are asleep together in the forward berth," he said and then sat back down.

Considering the evening we'd had, I had a feeling he wanted to talk, and I wasn't disappointed. "Jack, what... what would you do to make someone you love happy? I mean... truly happy?"

I blinked and pursed my lips, thinking about the question. "Short of anything illegal, pretty much anything, I suppose," I replied.

In the dim light from the console, I saw him nod. "You know what I did?" he asked in a light tone that almost made me expect some sort of joke.

"What?"

"I invented a religion."

My jaw dropped, and I looked at him wide eyed. There it was. The last piece of this wildly sexual puzzle. He was looking out through the windshield with a faraway look.

"I was in love with Vera, nearly immediately after meeting her, but she was the most religious person I'd ever met. Still a virgin at twenty-three years old. Waiting for love, she told me."

I nodded. It surely seemed to fit the impression I'd always had of my aunt. My mother was religious, but mostly just on Sundays if you get me. But for Vera, it was something she needed to give her life structure and rules. She needed it at a young age.

"But I was in love with her, so I waited, and after we got married, she became nearly insatiable. I'd like to say it was my sexual prowess that got her addicted, but I don't think so. I think she always was. We did it constantly. I'll admit that even as a young man, it was too much."

"What did you do about it?" I asked, knowing he must have done something, or they might not still be married.

"Well, I suggested finding a group of local swingers to offer some variety, and in truth, I already had through a shipmate in the Navy. But she wouldn't hear of it." He waved his hand dismissively. "Jack, I've known no one more internally conflicted than she was. Torn between religious morality and her own desires, which were considerable. Oral, anal, sex toys, role playing, she loved it all."

"So, you just pulled Christian Spiritualists out of thin air?"

Charlie shrugged. "Not completely. My parents were Christian Scientists. Very devout, but it was too much for me. After some thought, I contacted my friend and some of his friends, and together we created a religion. When I introduced it to Vera, she was instantly interested in knowing more about it. One man in the group was a writer for the local newspaper, and he whipped up some great brochures and a book of tenets that really reflected what my parents had believed."

"But supported non-monogamy," I added for him. "Spiritual unions. She told me you'd done some swapping."

"Yeah, but she never really got into it. For her, sex is for someone you love. She has always wanted what we did last night, but it had to be with someone special." He paused, and I think he was looking at me, but I kept my eyes forward and didn't look at him. "So, thanks for that. I'm glad you're okay with it. I realize the family thing is kind of weird."

Blinking in surprise, I coughed. "Me? Are you kidding? You're the husband! I should be thanking you!" As for the family issue, that hesitancy was buried in the pure debauchery of what we had all done that weekend.

Charlie was quiet for a few minutes and then took a big breath. "I think... sometimes that Vera knows that it's all a load of BS," he mumbled and was quiet again.

"But ignorance is bliss," I finished for him.

"Yeah," he sighed.

Epilogue:

I spent the next two weeks in their home, and we indulged in every fantasy the four of us had ever had. Sex became as regular a part of the day as washing and eating.

I spent the last two weeks with my folks, and from the phone calls, it didn't take my mother long to figure out that there was something going on between Regina and me. To my surprise, she never said a word. Which was as out of character for her as could be.

I went off to boot camp and spent eight weeks in Cape May, New Jersey. Afterward, I was stationed on a cutter based in St. Petersburg, about ten miles across Tampa Bay from Apollo Beach. Regina lived with me in government housing when I was home and then with our aunt and uncle when I was deployed.

After a year, Regina and I were married. Our family took it surprisingly well, with most agreeing that they'd always thought we'd end up together. The first of our two children, our daughter Grace, was born a year later. That pregnancy coincided with the disappearance of Regina's sleep disorder. She was a wonderful mom, and after Grace and her brother Gregory were in school, she got her degree and became a veterinarian. She could easily find work in every city we ended up in, often within miles of the house.

Though we had discussed it in an offhanded sort of way, to our surprise, Charlie and Vera followed us. Uncle Charlie sold the orchards to one of my cousins. Then, they sold the house and drove the boat up the coast to meet us in the new town, while a moving company delivered their household and car. Because of the amount of Coast Guard units in the southeast, staying in that area was easy. After St. Petersburg, we went to Charleston, then Pensacola, and Cape Canaveral.

Charlie and Vera are the godparents of our children, and we lived with them in a series of rental homes for my entire career, as happy a family as you could find. Our unusual sex life we kept a secret and private from the eyes of the kids.

After Grace and Greg got big, Charlie traded in the boat for the Soul Voyager III, which was bigger and slept six. My last station was in Key West, and we settled there, buying a home big enough for all of us on the water, which suited everyone.

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Author's Note:

This story is based on my real-life family. I had a very sexy great-aunt who was very religious but fun, and an equally sexy second cousin, two years older than me, who really did sleepwalk. In my youth, they were just as I described them. The house, the boat, the trips I remember vividly. This familiarity made the story really come alive for me. Sadly, the intimate relationships and sex are only fiction.

Last, if you were upset by my brazen adaption of a Christian religion for my own perverted whims, I'm sorry, but that's your problem, not mine. This is fiction, and there are no rules. Taboo fiction proves that, if nothing else. You've got to agree, though. If this version of Christianity was real, this world would be a lot more fun, wouldn't it? As always, thanks so much for reading my stuff.

Rob