I've been long time reader here but this first time writing an erotic story. This story is just the first part of what will be a multi-part series. If you love it or hate it let me know. Thanks and enjoy. ;)
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I was visiting my Aunt Liz at her home in Florida during the Summer as my first vacation away from my parents and I was very nervous. I hadn't seen my Aunt or my cousins in years and wasn't sure I'd even recognize them after all this time. But as soon as I stepped out of the airplane down the hall out into the terminal and saw the most gorgeous 44 year old in the world with a huge smile and outstretched arms aimed at me, I knew it was going to be one hell of a trip, especially when she got hold of me and pressed her huge, perfect, natural breasts against me as we hugged. It was always a wonder to me how she kept those things so nice over the years. They gave me my first hard-on when I was younger and I know I was caught many times for staring much too long but she never got on me about it, she'd just give a little smile then dismiss me away. She was always my favorite aunt - always had the best gifts for Christmas and birthdays, even over the years when while we lived in separate states she still managed to send me something great.
My cousins and uncle weren't there at the airport with her, she explained that my cousins, Becca and James, had too many other things going on and my uncle was out of town on business like usual. On the car ride to her house, she caught me up with the goings on with her and her family but seemed extremely curious with me and specially my personal life...
"So how about you, any girlfriends?" She asked. Pretty standard question of course.
"Nah, nothing at the moment." I replied.
"Oh, well, what about boyfriends?" She caught me off guard, I had expected a question like that to be said jokingly, but she said it so seriously it through me off.
"Uh... no none of those either. I don't know about all that." A simple 'no' should have sufficed but my train of thought was totally broken.
"Hmm.. You don't know? You mean you're not sure if you like boys? Or you're not sure you like the thought of to guys -"
"No, no," I cut her off, "I mean, uh, well I've never really thought about that seriously." That was a terrible lie and terribly worded. Honestly, I've thought about it, and even gotten off on it a little, but never enough to take it anywhere...or act on it.
"So, you might like boys then, huh?" She smiled to give me a little reassurance that she wasn't trying to hound me. "Honey, it's perfectly fine whatever you want to do, the worst thing in the world would be if you were afraid of it. And if you're not gay, or bi, then that's fine to."
She could probably tell at this point that I was extremely uncomfortable. "Oh, hun, I didn't mean to scare ya like that. I didn't bring ya down here to Florida to grill you on your sexuality" She smiled again and put her hand on my knee to comfort my racing mind. "I only bring it up because our whole family here is bi and we have many bisexual and homosexual friends here so I didn't want you to be in the dark and I wanted to make sure you didn't have any problems with that."
"Oh no, it's perfectly fine."
"Good."
"...So you're all bi?" I asked trying to make it sound as casual as possible.
"Yes, and we're very open about it. I like my house to be a very open and accepting place for anyone and anything."
"That's cool." I couldn't help but notice she put a tiny bit extra emphasis on 'anything.'
The rest of the ride was fairly quiet, just some small talk here and there. I couldn't help but wonder what she was talking about. What was 'anything?' was it really anything.... was it... nah... it's just my mind in the gutter where it's been ever since the very first time I noticed her great breasts.
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I was to roommate with my cousin James for the next couple of weeks. Nobody was home when we got there but I put my belongings up in the room. He had a pretty good sized bed in there, I guessed a queen size, and next to it was one of those inflatable mattresses with a sleeping bag and pillow on top of it, which I assumed was mine. 'Meh...I've had worse,' I thought to myself. I was about to leave the room when I noticed on one side of his desk a stack of magazines and DVD's all of which were very explicit porn. And yes, as my aunt had explained, it was a mix of all straight, bi, and gay offerings. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself thumbing through them at the perfect time when my aunt walked by the room to check on me.
Immediately out of instinct I threw them down on the desk and panicked trying to act as if nothing happened and I wasn't looking at what I was looking at
She just smiled and shook her head. "Baby, I told you, we're very open here. Do what you want to do and don't be afraid or ashamed of it. You don't have to hide or pretend here." I was still trying to collect myself when she hit me with the next bombshell. "Now, if you want to masturbate, then do it. There's a bottle of lube on the nightstand over there and towels underneath." She pointed to them and I looked to find that indeed there was lube, not just hand lotion, actual personal lubricant. "I got that stuff for him so he would stop stealing mine. If you need anything else just let me know." She gave a little wink and left the room.
My mind was in a daze. This was complete culture shock from being raised in an average Catholic home where anything sexual was to be kept completely private. Hell, my parents did little more than kiss in front of the rest of the family. I don't think I was even given the birds and bees talk from my parents and here now I was being told to masturbate by my aunt with my cousin's bottle of lube that she bought for him. And nothing was the slightest bit wrong with that.
I found myself at the nightstand picking up the lube, not intending to jerk one out at the moment, I was still to spun around. I was just seeing up close for myself, when yet again perfect timing got the best of me.
"Aw man, who messed up all my magazines?!"
I almost threw the bottle out of my hands. "Jesus, doesn't anybody knock in this house?!"
My cousin James was laughing hysterically at my expense, quite proud that he had scared the shit out of me. "Ah, I'm sorry man but that look on your face...if you could only have seen it." He said between laughs.
"Yeah, yeah..."
"It's been a long time, man," He said as he walked over and wrapped an arm around my shoulder and took the bottle from my hands. "But hey, if you need to take care of yourself, then by all means be my guest." He handed me back the bottle.
"Nah, I think whatever I was thinking about is completely out of my mind now because of you."
We both had a pretty good laugh. "Well, let me get you something to drink then. Rebecca should be back home any minute now too."
"Speak of the devil..." As we walked out into the hall there she was. Nineteen, lightly tanned, long straight brown hair, hazel eyes, about an inch shorter than me, not quite as impressive rack as her mother's but still a killer body.
"HEYYY!" She damn near screamed as she excitedly gave me a great big hug forcing me to lift her off the ground....well...I shouldn't say 'forcing.' "I missed you sooo much!"
"I missed you too." I said while trying to hold the hug as long as I could.
As little kids we were practically siblings being so close in age, us all only one year apart each, me being the oldest at 20, Becca in the middle at 19, and James being the youngest at 18. But several years ago they moved down to Florida for my Uncles new job and from then on we really only saw each other on the occasional holiday.
"So whatcha gonna do with that?" She said referring to the bottle in my hand.
Boy, I was certainly off to a good start, embarrassing myself in front of ever member of the family thus far. But now I was determined not to let this get to me anymore, so I tried to cover up my embarrassment with a little wit.
"Oh this? I got it for you!" I said with a big stupid smile holding it out for her.
"Hahah I'll just add it to the collection James has left in my room."
"I haven't left anything in your room," James countered, "you've been taking them from mine."
"Right and why do all your dirty rags somehow end up in my room as well?"
"Exactly, you take those too." He said poking out his tongue at her and then giving me a little elbow nudge has we both laughed.
"Oh whatever!" She said as she rolled her eyes and walked into her room.
James leaned over close to me and whispered. "I'll show you later..."
"What?"
"Nothing..." he said.
Then whispering, "....later..."
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The rest of the afternoon and evening was incredibly normal considering how it started. A few innuendos here and there and everywhere throughout the conversations, but nothing really intrusive.
It was getting late and me and James were heading towards our room.
"Oh, hey man you get the bed, I'll take the inflatable."
"Cool, thanks bro." I replied.
"I hope you don't mind, I sleep naked."
Again there was that nervous feeling I had earlier in the car. "Uh, nah it's cool."
"I mean, if you have a problem with it at all I can try to sleep in my boxers."
"Nah, just do whatever you'd normally do, man. I don't want to impose."
"Alright." He proceeded to take off all his clothes and I couldn't help but look and I tried not to make it obvious as I stripped down to my boxers, feeling a little twitch underneath.
I gotta say I was comforted to see he had a body just like mine. Not very buff, but fit and slim, eyes and hair just like his sister, but short and a little lighter skin. I also had a couple inches in height on him so at least I felt like I had that over him. Then he turned around to face me.
He wasn't hard but I could tell he was much thicker than I and what surprised me the most was that he was completely shaved. He noticed my shock.
"Oh yeah, I got to shave since I'm on the swim team. It makes the water flow around you smoother, so you go faster while using less energy. And I figured if I'm shaving everything else, I might as well go all the way, right?" He mentioned matter-of-factly as he made a little thrusting gesture with his hips.
"Yeah," was all I could manage as I tried to take my eyes off him. It wasn't until this very moment that I had ever lusted for another guy. I had thought about it before, a few fantasies, but never of a real actual person. I decided to crawl into bed before he noticed I was getting hard.
Then I noticed he had the lube in his hand. "Hey, you want to see what I was talking about earlier?" He said in a quiet voice.
