This story is fiction, and everyone is well over the age of 18. This story is about consensual sexual relations between family members/stepfamily members. It includes gay, bi, straight, and trans.
It was a bright warm day and I was curled up in bed ready for a late afternoon nap. The sun was shining in through the window and the lights were off. I was also completely naked underneath the covers and there's just something so magical about being naked and free on days like today. The warmth and sunshine on your body from the sun letting in through a window. The cool of the cold air inside the house tingling you at the same time. It always makes me so horny too but in the most different ways. What made this time extremely different from all others though, is the fact that my Aunt Brooke was cuddled up behind me wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms.
"Aunt Brooke, why are your bottoms wet?" I say to her after she's pulled the back of my body into the front of hers. It took her longer than it should've to answer that question but at the time, I didn't think anything of it.
"My bottoms are still wet from the lake..." she said, and I almost believed her, until she followed it with "why else?"
I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders and said, "just wondering." Suddenly, she scooted away from me, rolled me over so I was on my back, leaned over me so we were looking at each other and with her boobs right in front of my face. "This day is getting crazy!" I thought to myself as I stared into her beautiful green eyes. Then I thought back to when I walked out in my towel earlier, how no one else was in the house.
I checked the clock right before coming in the room and Donny and I had only been dropped off an hour ago. I highly doubt they would've turned the boat around and came all way the back again just to drop her off. She must've got off the boat when Donny and I were up the hill with our backs turned.
"Oh, fuck!" I thought to myself. "If she came back here when we did... I wonder if she heard anything! I wonder if she SAW anything! No. She couldn't have because when I walked out of the shower and into the kitchen, Donny was naked and making dinner so, that means Aunt Brooke would've had to been in here, and in bed, before Donny walked out of the shower. Otherwise, I think Donny would've told me or probably not been naked. I then let myself get lost in her eyes again.
She spoke first and said, "Is there another reason they should be wet?" in a very soft but stern, motherly tone.
I'm pretty sure I was getting wet now and I half ass froze up and didn't know how to react. I just had her brother's thick delicious dick in my mouth, along with his cum, and now I'm getting wet while she's hovering over me, topless, and waiting for my response.
"I guess there isn't." I said as I shrugged my shoulders. "I believe you, now let's take a nap."
"Then give me a kiss to prove it." She said without an expression shown but I could see something burning deep inside her eyes.
Once I said ok, her lips were pressed onto mine. We've kissed before but this one felt different. She pressed a little harder and stayed there a little longer than usual. I swear I could feel her tongue trying to open my lips. She pulled her lips off mine and that's when I noticed a strange look on her face. "hmmm" she said, "something about that was a little familiar, weird."
She then got up and out of bed, threw a shirt on, and walked out into the hallway. She said she was going to get a snack, but I caught that later because my mind was still stuck on "familiar"! That's when it hit me! She could've easily saw Donny and I in the shower! If she did see something... I wonder how much of it she saw. My mind was racing as I blankly watched her close the door behind her. I was lost in a maze of thoughts and couldn't focus on anything else in that moment. So, as I lay there visiting all these places my mind has opened up, I began to think... she's been gone a little too long...
That thought didn't last long though and I was lost again down a rabbit hole of what ifs. As I was lying there wondering if Aunt Brook saw Donny cum on my face, I also wondered why she didn't freak out and interrupt us or talk to us afterwards. "She would've at least said something to me by now though, right?" was the last thought I had before the bedroom door suddenly burst open. There was loud music playing in the kitchen which is why I didn't hear her walking down the hall. But since I was zoned out in a fantasy/anxiety world of my own, I probably wouldn't have heard her anyway.
Aunt Brooke walks in the room and closes the door. "Where's the snacks?" I ask as she pulls her shirt off and crawls into bed without saying a word. She's laying in the position she was in right before getting out of bed earlier. This time though, she's scooted a little further down so our eyes are directly apart from each other. What she does next is something I don't think I could've ever dreamed about. She pressed her finger to my lower lip and pulled my bottom lip down gently as a sign for me to open my mouth.
I was in a complete trance of her beauty and I opened my mouth without a thought in my head of what was about to happen next. As soon as my mouth was open, she pushed her lips out and that's when I saw the thick creamy white something headed straight into my mouth. When it touched my tongue, I immediately knew what it was. Donny's cum. My eyes widened in shock and after all of Donny's cum had left Brooke's mouth, she just had a devious smile on her face.
After Brooke not saying a single word this entire time, she casually said "swallow" and that's exactly what I did. I couldn't help but let out a moan right after Donny's still warm cum slid down my throat. While still staring into her lust filled eyes, I simply asked "how?" She dropped down beside me while laying on her side, lightly rubbing her fingertips over my bare chest. She then explained to me that her and Donny have been fooling around from time to time for quite a while now. It's something they discovered in their younger years, and it just never really went away. I had so many questions about that alone now!
Brooke also admitted that she got off the boat when we did but wanted to lay out on the deck to get a bit more sun. She told me she only stayed out there for about 5 minutes; it was hotter away from the lake. Once I heard that, I noticed her hand starting to get a little lower. The look I was giving her said, please don't stop.