All of the characters depicted in this story are 18 or older.
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Allen had discovered a little hole in the wall of his closet that looked into the bathroom and he was peering through it excitedly. His cousin Clare was taking a shower and he was staring wide eyed at his cute cousin's naked body. Almost without realizing it, his hand had slipped down inside his shorts and he was gently jerking his hard cock as he watched Clare twist and turn in the shower.
Allen hadn't been looking forward to staying at his aunt Sylvia's. For one thing he was from the city and his aunt lived in the country. He had never felt comfortable staying there. Basically, aunt Sylvia and her two daughters, Clare and Diana, didn't seem to like him. Whenever he came to stay his aunt always had a pile of chores for him to do. Even the girls were always after him to do things for them and no matter how hard he tried he could never seem to satisfy any of them. They were always scolding him and ridiculing him.
The only thing that made visiting slightly bearable was that his two cousins were very attractive young ladies. Allen had lately started amassing quite a collection of nudie magazines. He hid these from his mother of course but in the evenings he usually had one or two in his bed which he jacked off over before he went to sleep. Sometimes, when he was doing this, he thought about his cousins.
His cousin Clare was a lanky blonde. She wasn't always mean and sometimes when Allen looked at her she would look back with a friendly smile. She was a little taller than Allen with an athletic build and a perfect pair of apple shaped breasts. Allen ogled those naked, tantalizing orbs excitedly as Clare lathered herself under the shower.
His cousin Diana was two years older than he was. She was also a pretty girl... black haired, slightly shorter than her sister which made her about his height. She had obviously inherited her mother's more curvaceous figure. She had broad shoulders and her generous breasts swelled dramatically under the tight little tee shirts she wore. She was also a proper bitch, always ordering him around and whining to her mother when he wasn't quick enough to do her bidding.
But Allen wasn't thinking of any of that right now. He had just come in from working in the yard. As he was tossing his sweaty tee shirt into the closet he had discovered the little hole in the wall that gave him a glimpse of the bathroom. He couldn't believe his luck when Clare stepped into the shower right at that moment. He could see everything,...her rosy breasts, her tight, round ass and her lightly haired pussy. He was spellbound! He sucked in his breath and his cock lurched in his hand as his cousin unknowingly turned to face him. Her eyes closed dreamily as her hands slipped up over her trim stomach until she was cupping a firm, swollen breast in each of her palms. Her lips parted and a quiet moan escaped her as she pressed her breasts together and squeezed them sensuously.
"Ohhhhhh!..." Allen murmured. His excitement soared at Clare's lewd display and his hand quickened on his turgid erection. Then...
"Owwwwww!..." he cried in shock as a searing bolt of pain exploded in the small of his back. His head jerked around and he was amazed to see his aunt standing behind him. She had a leather belt doubled over in her hand that was raised to her shoulder.
"Get out of there young man!...Just what do you think you're doing!..." Sylvia seethed as she yanked him out of the closet.
"Aunt Sylvia!...I!...I!...Ahhh!..." Allen stammered, looking fearfully at his glowering aunt.
Allen's aunt Sylvia was a couple of years older than his mother. She was a striking woman who loomed over Allen in a pair of towering high heels. Her jet black hair was pulled back severely and tied behind her neck. She had an self assured bearing that commanded attention. She glared at her nephew and looked down at the hand that was jammed down into his pants. Allen couldn't help but notice that the shear white blouse she was wearing was stretched taut across her melon sized breasts. The neck was unbuttoned enough to expose a tantalizing view of her vast cleavage. She must have taken the belt off the little, black skirt that was clasped around her waspishly thin waist. Now, with his aunt's gleaming eyes boring into his with barely contained fury, Allen cringed in embarrassment.
"What are you spying at!..." Sylvia demanded, walking into the closet and finding the little peep hole. In fact Sylvia was well aware of what her nephew had been doing. She and her daughters had set Allen up. They had made the hole in the wall and they had watched him until they were sure he was undressing in his room. Then Clare darted into the shower and made a wanton display of herself, hoping her mother would catch Allen ogling her. And the trap had worked perfectly. Now Sylvia leaned towards the hole in the wall. Her short skirt rode up as she bent over. Allen's cock reflexively jerked with arousal at the sight of the satin garters that were attached to his aunt's stocking tops and stretched up tautly over the exposed half moons of her ass.
"I!...I!...I!!..." Alen stuttered in bewildered excitement, his eyes fixed on the bared, pink crescents of his aunt's butt.
"Why you little pervert!..." Sylvia stormed as she turned to face her cowering nephew.
"Come with me!..." she demanded as she snatched at Allen's ear and literally dragged him from his bedroom, down the hall and into the bathroom.
"Mother!...What are you doing!..." Clare cried in feigned amazement. She jumped out of the tub, all her dripping nudity on display as she scrabbled for her robe and clutched it against her chest. Allen clutched his fiery ear in his hand as he tried not to stare at his naked cousin.
"This little peeping Tom was spying on you!...Spying on you and playing with himself!... Unbelievable!...Can't you control yourself for one minute young man!... Violating my trust and my daughter's trust!..." Sylvia raged as she stalked back and forth in front of her trembling nephew.
"Allen is that true!...How could you!...I can't believe you'd do that!..." Clare exclaimed, looking at Allen with wickedly sparkling eyes.
"Clare!...I'm sorry!...I didn't mean!..."
"Hey!...What's going on?..." exclaimed Diana, sliding into the room with a knowing smile at her mother and sister.
"Your cousin was spying on your sister and abusing himself in the next room!...He is obviously some kind of sex maniac!...You need to be taught a lesson young man!... Diana, Clare!...Help me get him into the shower and tie him up!"
"Aunt Sylvia!...Clare!...Diana!...Please!..." Allen pleaded. But before he could stop them, the three women had hustled him into the shower. While the other two women held him, Clare took the nylon sash from her robe and tied her cousin's hands together. She made sure to rub her mostly naked body up against Allen as she tied him. She was gratified to see that his teen-age cock was jutting stiffly through his shorts in response to her writhing curves. The women smiled at his futile squirming as they raised his wrists and strung him up from the shower head. The girls stepped out of the tub, then Sylvia reached out and pulled her nephew's track shorts down and dropped them at his feet. Despite all the hubbub, Allen was still aroused and his full shaft jutted obscenely from his loins.
"You wicked, wicked boy!..." Sylvia fumed as she pinched the bell end of Allen's scarlet tool and began to twist and knead his distended cock crown with her long fingers. With her eyes smoldering into her cowering nephew's she slowly pulled his unyielding shaft away and down from his groin making poor Allen gasp with arousal.
