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It should be noted this is kind of a softcore story. There’s any sucking or fucking in this chapter, and probably not the next one either. If a slow pace isn’t your thing, I recommend turning to other stories.
All persons are over 18.
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I met my family at the airport. A short 2 and a half hour flight from JFK in NYC to Miami. Clean. Comfortable. Affordable. I love a good early morning flight. I arrived at the gate to see my cousins Maggie and Mike, Aunt Jen, and her girlfriend Alice waiting for me at baggage claim.
I didn’t get to see them that often being in college now, so I didn’t complain when Maggie called me up and asked me to accompany them on their bi-annual family trip down to Miami. See, they live in Jacksonville, about 4 hours away, and every other summer, the last week of the summer, they always take a trip down to Miami for a little getaway. Maggie was supposed to bring her boyfriend, Sean, I think his name was, but they broke up shortly before the trip. She explained to me that they now had a wasted hotel reservation, and since 1 of their 4 plane tickets already went down the shitter, they didn’t wanna waste any more money. I hadn’t the slightest idea why she’d ask me, her cousin, to accompany instead of one of her female friends, but again, Miami...beaches...drinks...free hotel stay -- why complain? Especially since Aunt Jen offered to at least cover my arriving flight. There was 10 days left until I started my junior year at NYU so fuck it, I thought, make the best of it.
Even though, I had seen them all of them -- except Alice, whom I’d never met before -- last Thanksgiving, somehow they all looked different. Slightly older. Maybe it was the Florida heat. Aunt Jen, who just turned 50, looked great -- a slim build, broad shoulders, wearing her hair long, and a nice tan. She wore a bathing suit top underneath her thin black Def Leppard t-shirt and smooth white capri. It was
definitely
97 degrees outside, as my phone had told me. Her girlfriend, I was surprised to find was significantly younger, probably in her mid to late 30s. She had an average body, but a decent size chest, a pretty face, but her hair didn’t even go below her ears. Of the two lesbians in front of me, one of them was clearly “the man” in the relationship. She wore camo cargo shorts, flip flops, and a bathing suit top under black wife beater.
But of the three woman, Maggie was the one that caught my eye the most. I have to admit I always found her slightly cute growing up, and me being 23, her 21, we have a lot in common as members of the same generation. We were even born 3 days apart in the month of January. Sometimes when we were kids we celebrated our birthdays together. In high school, she was one of those girls that filled out...should we say...better than most. In spite of being only 5 foot 4 inches, her breasts became absolutely, positively humongous. The kinds of breasts that are so big that they’re the first thing you notice about them when she walks in the room, even if she’s wearing a sweater.
Take into consideration that my aunt and her girlfriend dressed for the heat at the airport, as did my cousin Mike who simply wore board short and a green tank top and crocs, and Maggie wore jeans with a simple black band tee that covered all of the upper body except her arms. Her shoulder length black hair was tied in a ponytail. As noticeable as her body always was, she was never one to show it off. I always remember back in the day at family BBQs and pool parties she would always wear a one piece bathing suit. It still showed off her absolutely gargantuan globes, but she was the definition of a modest dresser. She just happened to have completely unbelievably huge milkers.
I gave all my family hugs and greetings. “It’s nice to see you,” everyone said. Likewise.
My aunt introduced me to her significant other. “This is my girlfriend Alice. She’s gonna be with us for the trip this year.”
Alice and I shook hands firmly. “What’s up, man?” she greeted me. Her personality was definitely not very woman-like, compared to my aunt, who no one in a million years would ever think is a lesbian.
They were already one day into the vacation, so my settling in wasn’t gonna hinder their plans. We gossiped while we waiting about 20 minutes for my single suitcase, and off we were.
As soon as we got my Aunt’s van, she said “Matt, we were gonna go to the beach this afternoon. Do you wanna go to the hotel and drop off your stuff first or do that later?”
“Hotel first.” I replied. “I wanna see where I’m staying and get changed.”
So it was. 20 odd minutes later we got to the Holiday Inn in Miami. There’s lots of Holiday Inns in Miami, but this one was
stacked
. Even in the lobby, I knew this vacation must have cost them in arm and both legs.
They had checked out 3 rooms. One for Aunt Jen and Alice, one for Mike, and one for Maggie and her boyfriend.
In the hallway by our rooms, we all went our separate ways. “We’re gonna grab a couple of things and head down to the lobby.” Aunt Jen said. “Meet you guys down there?”
“Sure thing. Be a few minutes.” Maggie replied.
Mike, Aunt Jen and Alice all entered their rooms and Maggie turned to me before opening the door. She looked nervous.
She spoke: “Matt, I’m so glad you can make it on this trip to fill in for Sean, but as you can probably see, my ex-boyfriend and I were gonna share a room.”
“What’s so bad about that?” I replied.
She opened the door and we walked into the enormous hotel room. I was curious why there was so much blank space, until my cousin pointed out...
“Only one bed.”
I chuckled. “That’s okay. We’ll make it work.”
“I know that’s gonna be really awkward, but I feel like you wouldn’t have come on the trip if I told you this in advance. Do you want money for a separate room?”
“No, cuz, I think we’ll be okay. We’re both adults.”
“Alright, as long you don’t care that much.”
We chit-chatted for a bit before I changed in the bathroom. A couple minutes later and the 5 of us were off to the beach.
I sat next to Maggie in the back on the van and even through her baggy shirt, I noticed every single we went over a bump or jolted to a stop, her tits jiggled up and down. We talked about college, music, and of course, her ex, Sean. I don’t why they broke up but whatever he did, he must of wronged her awfully. Whenever she mentions him her face just sinks into a semi-permanent frown.
Finally, we arrive at the beach. We carried our chairs, and all the towels they had brought all the way up the piping hot sidewalk, even further up the even hotter boardwalk ramp, and onto the sand. A couple more minutes of walking and we found our spot on the beach. A perfect distance between the edge of the water and the fence at the back of the beach.
Aunt Jen set up all the chairs, and laid down her and Alice’s towels, and almost enthusiastically, was the first one took take off an article of clothing. Without any hesitation, she picked her shirt up over head, revealing her neon pink bikini top. For a woman of 50 with an average sized chest, her breasts stuck out quite prominently in this top the exposed quite a bit of the middle area of her chest.
Alice followed soon after, taking off her tank top to reveal her bikini-clad handful-sized breasts. She too looked good in her half-dressed manner, for a woman who I initially thought looked quite manly.
Mike and I took off shirts at the same time by chance. He had bulked up quite a bit, developing a six-pack, a sight to see compared to my quite average build and somewhat saggy belly. I begun slipping off my sandals when I noticed that Alice and Aunt Jen had already stripped down even further. Alice wore men’s boards shorts, but my aunt wore a purple bikini bottom. When she turned around and bent over to put her clothes in her bag, I got a good eyeful of her buttcheeks hanging loose from the folds of her bottoms.
That left only Maggie. For the moment, she was standing still on her phone typing away.
“Maggie, put the phone down for one minute please. Enjoy the beach!” my aunt said.
“Hold on, I’m texting dad about something.”
Uncle Jay had been out of the picture for a long time. Once my Aunt Jen discovered she was a lesbian, she became distant. Two years of separated preceded divorce, and since both Mike and Maggie are adults, they never really see Uncle Jay. I have no idea what she could be texting him about.