Please note; this short voyeur story does contain mild incest (in my opinion). I can continue it on if you enjoy it, although we would then definitely be crossing into very naughty territory...
Fun in the Sun
"So, Michael, any plans for next week?"
"Not as yet Mum, I'll probably go for some bike rides, read some books and stuff."
His Mum placed a rack of fresh toast in the middle of the table. He could hear his Dad getting his coat on in the hallway.
"See you later." He called as he walked out the front door and then pulled it shut.
After helping herself to Jam, Michael's mum said;
"You know, your Aunt and Uncle are off to Tenerife next week?"
"Is Josh going with them?"
"Yes, I believe so."
He pictured his cousin lying on a sun lounger with his shades on, ogling the girls;
"The lucky git."
After a desperately boring week, Michael could finally see the finish line in sight. As the rest of the office started packing up they all wished him well, in whatever he was going to do on his holiday.
"Looks like you've picked a great week weather wise to have off." Julie called as she cleared up her desk.
"Why? Is it supposed to be good?" he replied sounding hopeful.
"Err, no. Sorry..." she said, suddenly regretting her joke.
Michael leant his bike up against the side of the house and made his way in through the back door. His Mum was standing there with her hands on her hips and a broad smile across her face.
"Hi Mum."
She didn't reply, just looked to him like she was going to burst or something.
"You alright Mum?" he enquired slightly concerned.
She then grabbed him by the shoulders and whispered in his ear;
"Josh has broken his leg."
"Blimey - how did he do that?"
"Oh, mountain biking I think."
"Is he alright?"
"Yes dear, he's in a cast, but he's alright."
Michael poured himself a glass of water thinking his Mum was acting very strange, and then he turned around. She was still standing there smiling.
"What?" he asked, exasperated.
"Oh, nothing, nothing dear - except that obviously he can't now join his parents on holiday."
"Ha! The poor bugger." Michael laughed; he knew that would have been Josh's reaction to the news if it had been the other way around.
"They were wondering - Lucy and John," and now she really started jumping up and down excitedly.
"Whether you might like to take his place?"
Michael thought for a moment. Could be good he thought, and the vision of his cousin on the sun bed and the fit girls' action flashed back to him.
"You'll have your own room, of course." She added.
"It sounds great Mum."
"Super - I'll let them know, you'd better start packing.
John and Lucy picked him up very early on Saturday morning and then they all made the short journey to the airport.
"Thanks so much for this Aunty." Michael said.
She was sat close to him in the back seat holding his hand like he was seven again.
"You are most welcome." She said, adding; "It's just Lucy now OK? You're a young man now." She teased
"Ok," he said knowing, that that was going to take a little getting used to.
On the rest of the journey they told him all about the Hotel and resort they'd be heading to. It turned out they always went back to the same hotel every year.
Whilst queuing to clear customs, Michael suddenly realised he'd been staring at Lucy's bottom for some time. It did look very appealing in the light summer dress she wore he thought. She turned around and gave him a lovely smile for no reason. He thought she was still a very attractive woman despite being in her early forties. He then noticed that John obviously took good care of himself too. Michael knew that he played squash for a club and he could see there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Both of them already had a tan of sorts - they were both outdoors type people and were lucky to be able to afford nice holidays.
Thinking about them both, he guessed he knew Lucy better than John. It was always his aunt who, when they visited over the years, would come and see him in his bedroom or where ever he was and want to know all about what he'd been up too. He thought she always acted younger than her years. He liked his uncle too - John always treated him like an adult - even when he was still very young.
"This is us!" Lucy said excitedly looking over the seat in front at him, just as the coach pulled up to a grand Hotel entrance.
They soon checked in and made they're way up to their rooms. They all squeezed into a lift with their cases.
"That's the last time we do this." John said to him.
Lucy laughed as she saw the confused look on Michaels face;
"The lift." She said; "we have a rule; we always take the stairs, its keeps us fit."
"It's the law." John said trying to sound serious.
