The next day started as if nothing had happened. After breakfast, we painted the fence that we had finished sanding yesterday. We even managed to put on a second coat of paint.
"Right, pooltime!" Aunt Jennifer announced. We both went to our respective rooms to get changed. I was the first to take a shower. I did not bother locking the door to Aunt Jennifer's room, considering she was going to see me naked for the rest of the day. I dried off and walked to the pool. I still felt self-conscious about walking around without a stitch of clothing, but it felt nice to be unconstrained and have my dick bouncing about as I walked. I started to swell up a little.
I sat down and picked up the magazine I was reading the day before and waited for Aunt Jennifer. A few minutes later, she appeared in her bikini. She went straight to the pool and took a plunge. When she got out, her nipples were pushing against the fabric of her bikini. As she was standing next to me, spreading her towel, I again noticed a bit of bush above her bikini bottoms. There was no hair coming out the sides, so I imagined she would have a trimmed patch of pubic hair under there. The thought of that made my cock swell up more to a semi-erect state. Despite the events from yesterday, I was still not completely at ease with my aroused state in front of her, so I stood up and turned away from her. "I'm grabbing a beer, you want one too?"
"Yes, thank you, squirt". I looked back at her and saw her wink at me.
When I came out with the beer, my erection had more or less subsided.
"Did you masturbate in bed last night?" She asked point-blank.
"Euh, yes. a bit."
"But you did not finish, right?"
"No, I didn't." I said, "I know the rules; I just played with myself a little bit."
"Good, because I want you to get some distance when we measure how far you ejaculate."
My efforts to make my hard-on go away were futile; all this talk caused my cock to become fully erect. Aunt Jennifer watched it grow without saying a word.
"Stand up and face me." I did as she said. She was looking at my penis, about two feet away from her face. She grabbed her phone and took a picture of it. "Now turn sideways." She took another photo of my penis pointing to the sky. "Sit down." She took another picture of my cock lying on my stomach. "I have a friend, Nathalie, who is an artist, and she's working on a project." She started to explain.
"What kind of project?"
"She is making art objects of casts of penisses in plaster and bronze.. She has quite a few, in lots of shapes and sizes, but I don't think she has one that looks like yours yet."
"like mine?"
"The upward angle, your size, your veins, the slight bend in your shaft - now, don't be shy, you have an nice cock."
Aunt Jennifer was typing on her phone. By the sound I could hear that she had just sent a message. A few minutes later, her phone buzzed again. She looked at the message, went inside and came back out holding a measuring tape. "Stand up, she wants some measurements." I complied and she handed me the tape. "First the length." I held the tape on top of my cock, from the base of the shaft to the tip. She took a picture of the measurement. "Now girth." I wrapped the tape around the thickest part of the shaft and let Aunt Jennifer take another picture. She sent the pics to, I presume, Nathalie.