"You guys think Aunt Nina's coming?" John asked his brother, Jeff, and his two cousins, Peter and Gary.
"Yeah, man," Peter—the eldest of the four, at the age of 24—nodded, his eyes suddenly beaming.
"I sure hope so, guys," Jeff—the younger, only 19—added. "Whenever we're having family dinners, I always wonder what she'll be wearing, you know?"
"Oh, yes," Peter chuckled. "As well as who she'll be bringing with her, you know?"
"God damn it," Gary laughed, "after every single family dinner, my mom's talking about Aunt Nina's new boyfriend for at least two days...'he's so young'; 'why can't she find someone her age, get married, settle down?'; 'she's always dressing so provocatively, don't she realize we have young boys in the family?'
"It's...funny," Gary concluded, lowering his voice.
"How old is Aunt Nina?" Jeff asked.
"I think..." Gary pondered for a moment. "She must be forty, forty-something?"
"She's the eldest sister, so...yeah, she's got to be forty-one; three years older than my mom."
"Wow," Jeff scratched his chin. "She's...damn fine for her age!"
They all agreed, their eyes glinting in excitement.
A tap on the knock sent them all rattling, as they were all getting semi-erect thinking of their aunt Nina and the often too-revealing outfits she'd wear during family dinners and gatherings, to the complete disquietude of their mothers (and secret enthrallment of their fathers).
"Hey boys, what are you doing hidden in here?" Nina stepped into the room with a bright smile.
They were all mesmerized by their aunt's appearance, her slim body concealed under a tight-fitting, strapless, long dress with a high slit reaching up to her thigh and knee-high high-heel boots.
"We're good, Aunt Nina," Peter was the first to regain his voice. "We're just...talking."
"Good," she smiled and took a seat at the edge of Gary's bed, crossing her leg high, causing the dress to fall sideways, thus exposing her long, thin legs. "Because, downstairs my sisters are talking grown-up stuff and they tire me out.
"You don't mind if I stay here for a while, huh boys? I'm not disturbing any...private conversations?" She winked at them, perfectly aware of her nephews' lustful stares.
"No, not at all, Aunt Nina," Jeff cleared his throat. "We were just talking..." he paused and looked at the others for assistance.
"Sports," Gary was quick to add. "Yes, about sports!"
"Right," Nina giggled and pulled her dress even higher, revealing to the four hot-blooded boys she wasn't wearing any undergarment.
Their eyes popped open and their hearts started racing almost simultaneously, as they watched their aunt uncrossing, then crossing, her legs slowly and stylishly, offering them thus a brief, yet momentous to them, glimpse of her waxed pussy.
The boys exchanged quick glances of inquiry and confusion, much to Nina's delight.
"So, did you come alone, Aunt Nina?" Jeff asked, desperate to break the awkward silence.
"Yes, boys," she smiled widely. "I'm single at the moment."
"How's that possible?" John said.
"Well," Nina ran her fingers through her long, wavy, dark-brown hair back, "I'm just not seeing anyone for the time being."
"I don't get it," John continued. "Guys must go nuts over you, you're so..." He was stopped abruptly by a hard elbow on the ribs from Peter.
"It's okay, Peter," Nina chuckled warmly. "Your cousin was only trying to compliment me. Isn't that right, John?" She looked him straight into the eyes and John simply nodded in agreement, his throat blocked by a humongous lump.
"See? Now you've made him all uncomfortable," she jokingly scolded Peter. "So," she quickly added, her voice mellow and warm, "what are you up to? Who's doing what?"
They told her in turns, while trying to maintain eye contact and failing miserably; as they talked about their studies, or work, or other activities, their gazes moved to Nina's bursting breasts, struggling inside the tight dress, and her naked legs, toned from the perfectly fitting boots.
It was a sight they all breathed in deeply, fully aware they'd be having wet dreams about their Aunt Nina that night...little did they know that Nina had come to the family dinner unescorted for a very specific reason...the same reason for which she had excused herself from her sisters' company.
While the boys talked, her hands explored her body, scratching the top of her chest and caressing her thighs...inwardly, she rejoiced at the reaction those simple, subtle movements had to her nephews, as they all four on occasion stumbled on their words, or, speechlessly, and seemingly breathlessly, fixed their gazes on her.
Peter and John did not mention their girlfriends to Aunt Nina; neither of them saw any reason to go into that topic, nor did the other two thought it appropriate to chime in and mention it.
Which was what prompted Nina to say, after all four boys had concluded their tales: "So, what about girls, boys? Does none of you have a girlfriend?"
Once again, the boys exchanged silent glances.
"It must be hard, then," Nina continued. "Hot-blooded, young men like you, without a woman to elevate some of that pressure..." She uncrossed her legs and leaned back on one elbow on the single bed, spreading her legs just enough to allow the boys a clearer view. "Must be tough," she added, while caressing her chest.
"It sometimes is," Jeff mumbled, incapable of withstanding prolonged, awkward silences... "Aunt Nina, what are you doing?"
"Just chilling, dear," she threw her head back; she opened her legs a little more, sporting a wide, inviting smile.
"Aunt Nina, are you..." John cleared his throat, daring to slide closer to the bed, and his aunt.
"Why are you boys so afraid? Dinner won't be ready for another hour and your parents are all too engrossed in their conversations...no one's going to bother us..." she said in a low, seductive voice, lowering the dress' cups under her breasts.
A synchronous gasp escaped all four boys' mouths, as they stared dumbfounded at Nina's large, firm, silicone breasts and pink, small, sensitive nipples; John, his loins burning, buried his head between his aunt's legs, running his lips across her inner thighs.
Nina's welcoming reaction and low humming gave birth to newfound courage to the rest of the boys, who got up to their feet, their hard pricks struggling in the tightness of their pants, and moved closer to their aunt, surrounding the bed.
She looked up and with a bright smile looked at her nephews standing tall around her, while John's tongue was on her pussy, while with his fingers he spread her labia and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
"What are you boys waiting for?" She challenged them with a half-mocking voice; the boys exchanged one last glance of awkwardness and wonderment, then unbuttoned their pants, pulling their erect members out.
They hadn't been naked together since they were little kids indulging in asinine pre-teen competitions...yet, when Nina took Peter and Jeff in her hands, stroking gently, and invited Gary to climb on the bed, they completely forgot all their inhibitions.
Gary sat on his aunt's chest, burying his cock between her round breasts; he moaned loudly, his shaft engulfed between her tits, as he began rocking his rod back and forth against her sternum; Nina tilted her head upwards, mouth wide open, hungrily accepting the head in her mouth at the end of every thrust.
John flapped his tongue faster in her pussy, rubbing her clit harder with his thumb, having buried his face between his aunt's legs, tasting her sweet, sweet cunt that was wetting his stubble.
Nina slapped Gary's thigh, commanding him to climb off; John lifted his head, when his aunt stirred. She sat up, asked her nephews to unzip her dress, which they were all too eager to do...she got off the bed and let her dress fall down around her ankles; a wide, beaming smile turned her face even more beautiful, as she observed the astonished look that appeared on the boys' faces as she stood there butt naked, in only her boots.
She squatted down and rubbed her wet pussy, rubbing the outer lips; she sucked off her middle finger slowly and suggestively, while the boys formed a small, tight circle around her.
All four rods were on her face, the boys did not mind crossing swords, and Nina lifted both hands and began stroking, licking, and sucking in rotation; she'd been in similar positions before, yet, she was still overwhelmed by the amount of meat at her disposal; even more exciting was the fact they were her nephews' cocks she was pleasuring—the same nephews she knew had had wet dreams about her for years and whom she thoroughly adored to tease on every family gathering.
The boys remained overly passive, gladly allowing Aunt Nina to control the pace, as she shifted between deepthroating each of them; her mouth and hands constantly occupied and rays of sunshine beamed from her eyes, as she glanced hungrily up at them.