Natalie came over to the beach house as soon as Spring Break hit. She was glad to be almost done with her senior year of college, and she was determined to make the most of that year. Getting a chance to work on her tan and reduce those pesky freckles was part of that plan. And who better to spend her time with than her Aunt Jane?
She found Jane waiting for her, sitting out on the front porch in the warm spring air. The ocean breeze ruffled her long cinnamon brown hair and kissed those smooth brown cheeks. Jane had never looked better, wearing a long white gown and sandals. She lifted her sunglasses as Natalie came up the walkway, backpack slung over her shoulder like she was still in first grade.
"Hey there, kitten!" Jane grinned. "Hope you're hungry! Lunch is almost ready."
Natalie ran up the last few steps and hugged her aunt. "Starving! What are we having?"
"Homemade pizza." Jane winked and ruffled her niece's hair. "And a salad, because your mother would never forgive me for letting you eat nothing but junk food the whole week!"
They laughed, and Natalie rested her cheek against Jane's shoulder. It was broad, and Jane was taller than most women. In fact, she was different in quite a few ways.
She'd been raised a boy alongside Natalie's dad, but for as long as Natalie had known, she'd gotten top surgery and hormones, making her into the prettiest woman in the whole family. It had nearly caused a rift between Natalie's parents, though. Her dad hadn't wanted to lose the brother he'd known his whole life, but Natalie's mother insisted that Jane was happier this way. In the end, Jane had taken her brother out on a weekend fishing trip, and by the end, they'd patched things up. Natalie had been about four or five when that incident happened, but she remembered Jane scooping her into her lap and giving her a long cuddle on the couch.
Now in Malibu, she'd offered her house to Natalie for the week. Jane had finally gotten her recognition as an Olympic-level swimmer, and she loved to post glamour shots online about her swim routine on the beach. Natalie had given a "like" to every single photo her aunt posted.
But there'd been one photo she'd saved to her phone. Late at night, while her roommate Christie slept in her own bed, Natalie's fingers had wandered below the waistband of her panties. She'd rubbed herself, staring deeply at her aunt's smiling face, still wet from the ocean, and the way her bikini-clad body glistened in the early morning light. The way her contours revealed large breasts and a slight curve of a different organ below her waist—something she hadn't gotten rid of with surgery, much to Natalie's amazement.
She followed her aunt into the house, admiring all the displays of swim meet medals and award ceremony photos. It wasn't lost on Natalie that there weren't any photos of her aunt before her transition. She knew better than to ask, though.
After getting settled in the guest room, Natalie made an excuse to use the bathroom.
As soon as she ducked inside, she sat down on the toilet and yanked down her panties.
She whipped out her phone.
Scrolling to the photo she'd saved, Natalie let out a soft moan. The sight of Jane in her swimsuit, grinning and wet, was too much. Her fingers circled around her clit, teasing it until it stiffened, and she felt her lips slicken. Putting one finger in, Natalie bit down on her tongue as she swirled the tip around. She imagined it was Jane doing that to her. That it was Jane's tongue. Jane's finger. Jane's solid girldick pushing its way into her...
It became too much. Natalie bit back a squeal with her free hand. She closed her eyes, wave after wave gushing through her.
She covered for it by flushing the toilet when she'd gotten herself dressed again.
***
Lunch came and went quickly. Jane led her niece out onto the back porch, which pointed toward the ocean. They enjoyed margaritas and chatted about college, life, and boys.
"Boys, ugh..." Natalie shook her head. "I just can't even with them these days."
Jane shot her a smirk. "Not a fan of what they're packing?"
"Oh my God—"
"Kidding, honey! I promise!" Jane laughed and stirred one long finger idly around her drink. "I know, you're young. You're still figuring things out. Don't worry. You have your whole twenties to see new people. Have new experiences..."
