A completely unexpected series of events over the past week or so has rocked my world like never before.
When members of my wife's family and I gathered for our annual summer lake trip, I anticipated nothing different than ever before, which is to say a decent time but also a test of my patience in dealing with the in-laws. After all, that's the way it had always been since we all began this newfound tradition a decade or so ago.
My wife's brother, Scott, and his wife, Cindy, rented the lake house and brought along their boat. They also brought my mother-in-law, Joanne, and most of the time, their two daughters, Brittany and Bree. Brittany, though, had just graduated from college and was beginning her professional life, so she was unable to join us on this occasion. I was afraid that Bree, who had just turned 20 and had completed two years of college, was going to be bored out of her mind with us "old folks."
Scott and Cindy, as well as my wife, Keri, assured me that Bree would be just fine. Whatever, I thought. She wasn't my worry. Little did I know, as it turned out.
The first day we went out on the boat, I quickly realized that Bree had done quite a bit of growing up since I had seen her the previous year. She has always been a nice enough kid, if kind of immature. Bree's older sister, Brittany, had always been the one who had gained the most attention, primarily because she had been an absolute knockout since the time she was, oh, maybe 15. Brittany's tits had developed early, and quite nicely, no doubt a big reason that she had never lacked for male company.
Bree, on the other hand, might be described as a bit of a late-bloomer. She had always been something of a tomboy, and had been one hell of a softball player in high school. She pitched and played shortstop, and had a cannon for an arm. I mean, for a girl, anyway.
After having arrived late the night before and pretty much going straight to bed, we all gathered up what we needed and headed out on the boat first thing in the morning. I had never been a huge boat guy, but I had always enjoyed the activity primarily for the opportunity to gawk at my sister-in-law in a bathing suit.
Like her older daughter, Brittany, Cindy had a nice rack, and though she had given up bikinis for one-piece bathing suits in recent years, no swimsuit was ever going to contain her best assets. Though Cindy had gained some weight in the time I'd known her, and that trend didn't seem to be subsiding, I had often fantasized about her tits – sucking them and thrusting my cock between them.
My wife, Keri, certainly didn't look much good in a bathing suit anymore. She had really let herself go physically, to the point that she would no longer even allow me to see her naked, let alone fuck. Honestly, I had lost count of how long it had been since my cock had been inside Kira's pussy, and with the way she looked now, I didn't much care. I mean, I still wanted pussy, desperately, just not Kira's.
Cindy, Kira and Joanne had joined Scott and me on the boat, but we were still waiting for Bree. That was hardly a surprise. Scott and Cindy had always doted on Bree, and she got pretty much anything she ever wanted. The longer we waited, the more miffed I got, but when Bree came out of the house and walked down toward the dock, my sentiments did a complete 180.
Dressed in very short cut-offs and a halter top, Bree was quite obviously no longer the "kid" I had remembered. She looked positively good enough to eat. While no one else seemed to be paying Bree any attention as she climbed on to the boat, it was all I could do to keep from staring with my mouth wide open. Below the cut-offs, which came not quite to her mid-thigh, Bree had the longest, sexiest legs I had seen in seemingly forever. It was difficult to get a good read on the actual size of her tits, contained as they were in the loose-fitting halter, but there was no end to the skin visible below and around her top.
With Bree aboard, Scott quickly headed out toward the middle of the lake. With my eyes obscured by my sunglasses, I felt relatively safe sneaking frequent peeks at Bree as she sat across from me in the back of the boat. Kira and Cindy were up front, while Joanne was sitting back-to-back with me. Bree's long, brunette hair blew in the wind as she stretched her gorgeous legs right out in front of me. There was no question about the tingle I felt in my nether regions.
Finally, Scott slowed the boat and meandered into a cove. Looking around, he asked if the spot was acceptable. No one dissented, so he dropped anchor, tugged off his shirt and dived into the water. Before long, Kira, Cindy and even Joanne joined him, leaving only Bree and me in the boat. I was concerned about removing the towel from my lap and getting up because of the tent I knew would form in my swim trunks, so I told everyone I was going to wait a while before getting wet.
Bree, meanwhile, casually rose, removing her cut-offs and her halter top, exposing a tiny string bikini that left very little to the imagination. Instead of going for a swim, though, Bree laid across the back of the boat and began to sunbathe. Having clearly already applied sunscreen to her glorious body, Bree's perfect skin shimmered in the sunlight.
As Bree laid there, facedown, her bikini bottom covered barely more than the crack of her magnificent ass. At least half of each cheek was completely visible, and all I could think about was what it would feel like to grab each one and massage her nearly naked butt. My cock rock hard by now, I didn't dare move, let alone get up to go in the water. Kira and Cindy seemed to be engaged in a somewhat serious conversation off to the left of the boat, while Scott talked to his mother over to the right.
Bree just laid there, her face turned toward me, her eyes hidden by her sunglasses. I couldn't tell if her eyes were open, if she was watching me, or what. I just thanked God for the towel on my lap that hid my erection.
Sitting there, in silence, I wondered how I was going to escape this predicament. Finally, I got the bright idea to close my eyes and lean my head back, as if I were trying to sleep. In reality, I was trying to get my mind off Bree's legs and her ass. It worked, to a degree, and then the others began climbing back onto the boat. Kira insisted on knowing why I hadn't gone in the water, so I made up a story about having a bit of a headache.
Just then, Bree got up and jumped in the lake. It happened so quickly that I really didn't get a good look at her. All I could see was her brunette head bobbing in the water. With everyone back in the seats where they had been for the ride out, I was the only one facing Bree when she began to ascend the ladder on the back of the boat. As she bent forward, I got a good look at her tits all but spilling out of the small bikini top. Bree's breasts weren't huge, but my God, they were shapely. And despite my getting a pretty good look, I saw no evidence of any tan lines. I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Bree had sunbathed topless, or perhaps even totally nude!
Not even bothering to dry off, Bree again laid across the back of the boat, face up this time. The string on the bikini bottom was barely even there, making it look as if Bree had only the small piece of cloth covering her pussy, and nothing else. With the suit wet, it clung to her skin, and I could nearly make out the folds of her lips beneath the fabric. With her midriff bare and the bikini top not obscuring a whole lot more than Bree's nipples, I felt like I was looking at an actress in a porn movie.
With this unbelievably sexy scene playing out before me, I simply could not fathom that everyone else on the boat seemed completely oblivious to it. Scott and Cindy, apparently, saw Bree as nothing more than their little girl, and not the vixen that she so clearly was. Joanne, too, didn't let on as if there was anything even remotely amiss with regard to her scantily clad granddaughter. And even my usually vigilant wife, Kira, who on more than one occasion had caught me ogling other women, paid no attention to the effect this 20-year-old sex bomb was having on me.
When Bree finally got up and walked toward the front of the boat, I seized that opportunity to quickly move the towel off my lap, rip off my tank top and leap into the lake. The cold water was exactly what I needed to combat my aching hard-on. Plus, with the water rather murky, I was able to give myself a few quick strokes without anyone noticing. As badly as I wanted to cum, there was simply no way that was possible, given the surroundings. I stayed in the water for quite some time, bringing my dick back to something approaching normal, before deciding to climb back into the boat.
With Bree again splayed across the back of the boat, her legs and her pussy were within arm's length of my face as I ascended the ladder. I couldn't help but look. As small and as tight as her bikini bottom was, it occurred to me that with as much skin as was visible, I should be able to make out at the least the trace of some pubic hair. But I saw none! My God, I wondered, did my sweet little niece, Bree, shave her pussy? Or maybe have it waxed? Holy fuck!
Thinking with the correct head for a change, I moved on up to the front of the boat and sat with Kira and Cindy. I simply couldn't handle being so close to Bree again. We all ate lunch, which the girls had packed, and eventually headed back to shore.
Things were somewhat more manageable back at the lake house because Bree wore more clothes, although not a lot more, in some cases. In any event, I had a hard time taking my eyes off her. It's a wonder that no one, especially Kira, or even Bree, for that matter, caught me all but drooling, but everyone seemed completely oblivious to the fact that this young college student had effectively grabbed me by the balls and would not let go.
This same basic pattern played out for the next three days. We would go boating, with Bree wearing a different and seemingly more revealing bikini each day, and me struggling to contain and hide an almost perpetual erection.
Making matters worse were the accommodations in the lake house. Scott and Cindy had the somewhat roomy bedroom upstairs, leaving Kira and I with a smaller bedroom downstairs, while Bree and her grandmother shared a hide-a-bed in the living room. Kira's and my room had twin beds, which was fine because we certainly weren't going to have sex. The bitch of it was there was simply no privacy anywhere, and I desperately needed a few minutes alone to jerk off! Ordinarily, you might think, the bathroom might work, but there was just one bathroom in the whole fucking house, for six people! No sooner did you get in there than someone was knocking on the door, demanding their turn!
Of course, I would fondle my penis a bit under cover of darkness at night, but Kira was such a light sleeper, I couldn't afford for her to catch me beating off. I mean, she must have figured that I masturbated, given that she hadn't allowed me the use of her pussy, or even given me a blowjob or a hand job, for years. But to have her catch me, in this house, with her family all around, was not a scenario I was willing to risk.
Finally, after four days of boating, and four days of overdosing on the sight of Bree's legs, ass, pussy and tits, I came up with an idea. The plan was that as we had always done one night each year during the trip, we would go into town and go out to dinner. Seizing opportunity, I feigned illness and told the others I just wasn't up for going out. Kira was none too pleased, but I didn't give a fuck. I needed to jerk off, and with everyone out of the house for probably three hours or so, at least, I would be able to fondle my cock to my heart's content.
After seemingly every member of the family tried to talk me into going to dinner while I laid on the couch, they finally gave up. As they left, I heard the front door slam, Kira's doing, no doubt. As soon as I heard Scott's big SUV pull away, knowing I had plenty of time, I decided to take a shower. After all, I smelled like fucking lake water.
