"It smells a bit musty." Mum said.
"It's bound to, it's been in storage for half a dozen years or more, but it's not damp and it'll soon air out." Dad tried to convince her. I could see that Mum wasn't convinced as she headed indoors for her cleaning stuff.
'It' was a caravan, once my parents' pride and joy, consigned to a storage shed eight years ago when they started to take holidays abroad. We'd had some fun in it though, well Dad and I had enjoyed it but I don't think Mum did so much, trying to cook on what was little more than a hotplate, and keeping the place clean and tidy all fell to her as my Dad and I went fishing, or played football.
She wasn't too keen on the whole set up really, it did have its own tiny toilet but we only used that in emergencies to save having to empty the foul smelling chemical tank. So it was communal toilets and showers we used wherever possible.
Of course I had been only young, so everything was still an adventure, and Dad didn't really mind that sort of thing, he'd been brought up in hardship, and only now in the early 1970's was he starting to enjoy the fruits of his hard working life.
For some reason they'd decided to take the caravan out for a UK holiday down to the West Country, perhaps it was for old times' sake, or perhaps they'd thought to sell it and wanted one last holiday. I was eighteen now, and just beginning to get really interested in girls.
I'd been to an all-boys grammar school, university was not really an option, so I was starting a job in September in a bank and had been looking forward to a long lazy summer. I was in two minds about the holiday, a couple of weeks in Spain would have been my preference, looking at all the topless women on the beaches. I was a regular masturbator, at least once a day and Spanish beaches were heaven sent for filling the old wank bank. I even had high hopes of losing my virginity to some nubile girl. So Devon wasn't exactly my first choice, but there was one bright light on the horizon, my Aunt, my mother's sister and her daughter were coming with us. I'd spent the early years of my life playing and growing up with Karen, she'd been a bit of a tom boy and we'd climbed trees and made dens in the woods, then they'd moved away and visits had become fewer and fewer and I hadn't seen her for several years.
Her mother had always liked me and she'd been fun to be with, unlike my parents who were a bit staid. They loved me, but rarely showed it, but Aunty Beth always had a cuddle for me, squashing me against her soft bosom. There wasn't an uncle, and I never thought to ask why, it just was.
They were going to sleep in a tent and my parents and I in the caravan. That was another problem, it wasn't big, in fact it was rather small, just one big room, one end of which converted to a broad bed which my parents would use while I slept on a makeshift bed made up out of the seats round the dining table. It had been fine when I was young, but I looked at it now and it looked awfully small. I wasn't too sure about being in the same room as my parents either, as I said I loved to masturbate and invariably woke up with a huge boner which I took care of before getting up. How was I going to do that with Mum and Dad there?
My Aunt and cousin turned up the day before we were due to set off, Dad picked them up from the station and brought them back to our house. My aunt hadn't changed much, she was a bit slimmer than I remembered and that soft chest that she'd cuddled me against was now a pair of rather nice breasts, still quite large, but of huge interest to my eyes now that I was a bit older.
My cousin had changed beyond all recognition, gone was the gangly teen with spots and an attitude, replaced by a confident young woman with shapely figure and long legs that disappeared up into an almost indecently short skirt. I stared at her almost in awe until she shrieked and wrapped me in a hug, "Boy, have you grown up?" She echoed my own thoughts about her. She'd inherited her mother's full breasts and with a trim waist and an almost bare midriff looked quite the modern woman. Her blond hair was cut in a neat bob which framed her face perfectly. We led them chattering into the house, and I perhaps began to think that the holiday might not be a total blow-out after all, even if I wasn't going to be knee deep in bare breasts.
We had a spare bedroom but it was mostly cluttered up, so Aunt Beth and Karen were going to sleep on cushions in the lounge, "No problem," said Aunt Beth, "it'll be good practice for sleeping in the tent." They changed for bed in the bathroom, how I longed to be able to spy on them, but here was no way I could, the upstairs was simply too busy with people going to and fro so I had to content myself to my imagination, aided of course with a couple of wank mags, both old and dog-eared which I kept hidden under my bed. As soon as I was in my pyjamas and in bed with the door shut, I pulled one out and started to thumb through it, I knew exactly what I was looking for, someone with big tits and a blond bob, which if I squinted hard enough could be made to look like Karen. I was out of luck, but I found a model that looked close enough to Aunt Beth so made do with that, rubbing my cock furiously until I came.
It was an early start the next day, everything was pretty much packed and we'd even hitched up the caravan to Dad's Ford Granada, his pride and joy. It had a 2 litre engine and an automatic gearbox so was able to pull the caravan without difficulty. Dad drove with Mum in the front and the three of us in the back. Although it was quite a big car it was still a little cramped and our legs were touching. Karen and I were at the sides with Aunt Beth in the middle, her legs spread by the transmission tunnel.
Karen was wearing her short skirt again, but Aunt Beth had changed into shorts and a blouse, cooler for the journey she said. It wasn't busy at first and the morning was still cool and we bowled along, eating up the miles. Then it got busier and we had to reduce speed with meant the car was getting warm inside in the sunshine. I could feel a sheen of sweat covering me and all of us were suffering in a similar way.
The traffic thinned a bit and we picked up a little more speed, "At last some relief," breathed Aunt Beth and undid the top couple of buttons on her blouse then leaned forward billowing the front out to let the breeze in. I was treated to an uninterrupted view of a full breast, encased in her bra, but nevertheless for me that really was a treat. Mum was a bit uptight about her body, she was always very careful around the house, and although I did get the odd look at something, it was a rarity.
Aunt Beth sat back and I surreptitiously adjusted my cock in my shorts which had pulled tight into my crotch. "OK Ben?" she asked.
"Fine thanks Aunt Beth, just hot."
"Tell me about it." she sighed as we slowed again. And so it went on, crawling then speeding up. I didn't get another look but I could see how tight her own shorts were around the crotch and there were two little bulges either side of the centre seam. Surely that couldn't be her pussy I thought. I'd never seen a real one and even the wank mags didn't really show much detail, the pictures all got a bit blurry in that area.
After a couple of hours we stopped at a motorway service station to stretch our legs and have a pee. The three women joined the queue and Dad and I headed for the gents. Needless to say we were finished long before them and we stood around the car waiting. "What takes them so long Dad?"
"Well son, that is one of the immutable laws of the universe. Women always pee together and they have a chat and then primp and preen in front of any mirror they can find. Mind you they've got other things to sort out sometimes as well." I felt my face flushing, he was presumably talking about periods, I knew they existed but very little else and talking about them was an alien concept to me, especially to my Dad. "You'll find out more about that when you're married." That was the end of the conversation as the three of them appeared. I wondered if any of them was on their period, 'rag week' the boys at school had called it.
Mum and Dad got in and I was about to slide in the back when Karen said to her Mum. "You sit by the window Mum, it's a bit cooler and you can open the window to get some breeze." Aunt Beth thanked her and Karen bent her head to get into the other side. She started to slide across the back seat then lifted her leg over the transmission tunnel. As her legs opened up her skirt rode up and there before me were her panties. They were white and I could see the triangle formed by her legs and then amazingly as she stretched further, the gusset, stretched tight over what had to be her pussy.
My cock reacted immediately and it was with some difficulty that I got back in, doing my best to hide it. No-one seemed to notice for which I was grateful and I was able to settle it a little more comfortably.
As we got closer to our destination the roads got smaller and more congested, but finally we arrived and checked in. Our pitch wasn't badly situated and Dad backed the caravan up and we unhitched it, then began the process of setting it all up and pitching the tent that Aunt Beth and Karen were going to sleep in. It didn't look very big and all they had to cushion themselves were some slabs of foam rubber. I felt a little guilty until I saw where my bed was going to be, it was at least a foot shorter than me and I'd be in danger of rolling onto the floor if I wasn't careful. Spain suddenly seemed like a better idea all round.
The camp site wasn't bad, there were places to eat and drink, a pool, and a nightclub although it didn't look much. We were also a short walk from a sandy beach which was good. We had something to eat, then a few beers in a bar and tired after the journey, headed back to our pitch. "Right," said Dad, "Beth, Karen and Sarah can get changed in the van while Ben and I wait out here, then we can go in and get ready for bed."
We sat on some camp chairs while the women got changed and then the door opened. Aunt Beth came out first, she was wearing a knee length nightie and from the lines under it some panties. It didn't look as though she had a bra on, and although she kept an arm crossed over her breasts I could see the hard point of one nipple.
Karen followed, she had pyjamas on, they looked a little young and small for her, with elasticated cuffs and ankles. She wished us goodnight and followed her Mum into the tent and I got a good look at her backside as she crawled in the small door flap.
"Now us," said Dad and we climbed the two steps to get in. There wasn't a lot of room with the bed made up and we stood in the living area to put our pyjamas on. I'd never really seen my Dad's cock, only when we'd had a pee side by side and I was surprised at how long it was, dangling between his legs.
He clambered onto the bed beside Mum who was already in bed, they'd brought sheets but I had a sleeping bag, then they wished me goodnight as Dad turned out the light. I lay back and thought about the day, the highlights being Aunt Beth's breasts and the knicker flash that Karen had inadvertently given me. Instinctively my hand went to my cock and started to stroke it, but a snuffle from further down the caravan reminded me of my parents' presence and I reluctantly let it drop, All was quiet for a while, I'd found a comfortable position and lay there trying to empty my mind, when I heard a whispered "No John, we can't, Ben's here."
"It'll be all right, he's asleep and we can be quiet."
