Author's note: Not everyone appreciates May-December stories that involve incest, so if that is you, this story isn't you.
Pieter Strauss III, aka Trey, a young student who had a little over a year earlier lost his university Professor father, Pieter Strauss Jnr, himself son of another Professor, Pieter Strauss Snr, had a summer holiday fling with a mature lady, Sarah, then later learned on his return to university in September that the lady was in fact his father's sister - his aunt - and his father's replacement at the university. They decided to live secretly as a couple while looking simply like Aunt/Nephew house mates to the outside world.
This story takes place towards the end of the third - summer - session of Sarah's first year teaching and Trey's third year as a student. The summer holidays are just about to start after the last few days of classes. Trey is coming up 24 and Sarah approaching 59.
The weather was becoming more summer-like by the day, and Trey and Sarah decided it was time to go up to the lake and open up the cottage. They would have liked to have gone up on the Friday afternoon, but the Dean had decided that early that evening was a good time to hold his end of term cocktail party. Sarah had bought a new formal dress for such events. It was full-length, neck to floor, and had many, many pleats in it. The fabric, black with silver threads woven in, was almost sheer, so it hinted that things under the dress might just be seeable, but the layers and the constant swinging movement caused by the pleating kept everything modest. Still, the hint of something being revealed, and the fact that Sarah wore only a thong under it, was enough to titillate most of the male imaginations in the room.
Trey was talking to the Dean's wife. She was a rather homely woman, a little on the plump side, which was magnified by the fact that she was not very tall. The Dean's wife - Marjorie - was commenting on the fact that the Dean seemed to have a lot to say to Sarah, and Trey smiled to himself about why that might be. Sarah had that inner mysterious smile she always had when her body was sexually stimulated, and the fact that she had her Ben Wa balls inside her vagina ensured that she was indeed sexually stimulated!
The balls had become a ritual for these events thrown by the Dean, to give the pair of them some secret amusement. They normally resulted in a hot session when they got home, but a couple of times that had occurred even sooner. Trey loved the fact that Sarah, when stimulated by the balls, would need to flex her body in a most sensual way, and the guys would crowd round her like bees to a honey pot without knowing why.
The Dean's wife was complaining that the Dean had arranged various trips through the summer break that she was not able to accompany him on, whether for the expense or for intensity of the sessions, and so she was going to be spending a lot of the summer alone, or with their only daughter and her very young kids. As she was explaining all of this, Mrs. Henry's gaze was fixed on Professor Fotheringham, from the Arts department, who was alone, eating from the buffet.
"They're nice enough kids,' she was saying, "but so energetic."
Trey, who had frequently been his father's guest to such shindigs, had long since mastered the art of passive conversation at these dos, and would "MMM" and "I see" at the appropriate times while watching his Aunt play the room. They had evolved a system for these events. Sarah would take a clutch bag and put it on the corner of the food buffet. When she had had enough, she would pick up the bag, and that was Trey's signal to "get me out of here."
Sarah picked up the bag and nodded to Professor Fotheringham, but seeing that Trey was himself cornered, she came over to him and quietly said "We should go." They made their good-byes, and like the Pink Panther, exited Stage Left as quickly as they could.
Their car was downstairs and already packed. They leapt in and drove away. A short distance away they pulled into the parking lot of the football stadium. They got out of the car and changed out of their dress clothes into shorts and T-shirt, and were off on their way to the cottage. The plan was to be there until Monday morning, at least, and the Twins were coming up for the day and night on Sunday. That would be a great day to be naked all day, and the weather forecast was ideal.
Arriving at the cabin, they did all the usual things. Turned on the power and the water, ran some water from each tap to clear anything trapped in there, and made up the beds, as the Twins were coming. They unpacked the car into the fridge and the freezer, which was small and would chill fairly quickly. They poured themselves a scotch and sat on the sofa side by side.
Trey started to tell Sarah about what Marjorie had said about the Dean going off on conferences and things all summer.
"That's strange," said Sarah, "at the last faculty meeting he was saying how he was so busy this summer writing a book that he was not going to conferences and was going to hibernate at home to work on it. Something to do with an analysis of the use of science by Arthur Conan Doyle in his Sherlock Holmes books. Sounds like a best seller!!" giving a thumbs down sign as she spoke.
Trey looked at Sarah. "Really, sounds like he is going somewhere where he wants nobody to know where he is. Can you think where that might be?"
They both looked at each other and grinned. They had a pretty good idea as to where, but not much of an idea as to why.
They finished their scotch and got into bed and made love slowly and gently before drifting off to sleep.
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In the morning, it was warming up nicely, and so they didn't bother to dress, staying naked. They just had cereals for breakfast as they didn't feel like cooking, and decided they would laze on their dock for the morning, and maybe swim after lunch. The sun was full in bursts, but there was enough cloud around to stop it getting too hot. They had tested the water with their feet without going in fully. It was bracing, but not too cold to swim.
After a lunch of deli meats and salad, with white wine, and a pause for digestion, they dove into the clear water of the lake. The water was quite cold where it was deep, but nearer the edge was okay for swimming. Both strong swimmers, they set off for the headland that separated their little bay from the next bay, where there was a matching cabin owned by the university. Broaching the headland to the point where they could see the cabin, they rested partially on a rock where they could see and not be seen.
As they had guessed, the Dean's car was there. The question was who was he with. The first surprise was that when he came out of the cabin to sit down on the small veranda, he was completely naked. The even bigger surprise was when his companion came out and was also naked.
Elizabeth Fotheringham was an art professor at the university nicknamed by students as the Virgin Queen. She had quite an attractive face, but was essentially straight up and down for her figure, being completely flat chested. And, she was the member of faculty who created the nickname 'The Boobsy Twins' for Jan and Sue, the photographers.
Trey and Sarah looked at each other. They too were naked, so if they were to swim over to the cabin, they would be as equally embarrassed as the Dean and his companion. While anyone in the world could understand the naked relationship of the two on the veranda, what would explain an Aunt and Nephew swimming around naked together. Could they get away with "We're just Naturists?"
A further complication. If the Dean and Elizabeth were still here tomorrow when the Boobsy Twins came up, what would happen? What rumors would start? Or should Trey and Sarah swim home, dress and walk to the cabin? "On the other hand, and there's always another hand." said Sarah, quoting Tevye from Fiddler On The Roof,
"If he knows about us and we know about him, there's nothing he can do about it."
They looked at each other and at the dock, and then back at each other, and started to swim to the Dean's dock. There were two ladders out of the water, so they each climbed one so that their shoulders appeared above the surface of the dock. In particular, Sarah deliberately climbed up enough to expose her breasts so as to show she was naked.
