Please read part one for the background and description of the characters.
Summary:
Sam - I am 19, 5'11", toned body and short hair.
Anu - My sister is just one year younger. My sister is about 3 inches shorter than me. our skin color is fairer than most Sri Lankan's since my mom's father was from Italy. My sister has long dark hair that reaches her elbows and dark eyes that she inherited from my mom. Her thin waist ends with a butt that is the envy of most of my friends. Her hips are wide following the genes of most Sri Lankan's and her thighs are nicely toned and in a pair of shorts they tend to drive anyone wild. Her breasts are 32 C with dark pink nipples.
Amali - My Aunt, 5 ' and is a 32C. Her hair is dark like my sister and has hair up to her shoulders. Her butt is smaller than my sisters and her hips are wide but not as wide as my mom's. She is more boyish until you get a glimpse of her chest.
Avanthi - My mom has dark hair which is cut to resemble Meg Ryan's hair cut in "You've got mail". She is a 32B and has a sexy butt that I lust for. Her hips are wide and she has a sexy walk that drives my friends wild.
So after our little love tryst, we felt awkward to talk to each other and this went on for about 2 weeks. Mom started suspecting that something was amiss. I avoided all of them and spent more time in my room watching Busty Lesbians eating each other out and pretending to be a hot mommy at an adult chat site. I enjoyed being a woman more than a man online. I met a few sexy ladies online and made a habit of making them cum with my naughty role playing. This went on for some time and I started getting tired of the chat rooms and the unfulfillable experiences where there were more takers rather than givers which is quite common at these sites. I wished I could spend another day with my sister and aunt. I was soon to be rewarded.
One Saturday morning, I woke up late after a long Friday night of role playing and porn. I had a hot shower and finally made my way downstairs. My aunt was in the kitchen with her back to me. I asked her, where everyone were. She replied that my mom had gone out and my sister was at her friends place. She didn't look at me. She was wearing a housecoat over her night dress and she was washing some dishes. I could see her reflection in the window and her breasts were shaking like crazy under her nightdress. This gave me a deja vu feeling of our past encounter. She looked in the window and she must have seen me looking. I looked away hurriedly but not in time to avoid embarrassment.
"Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, I am famished. Would love to have some melon juice."
She stopped what she was doing.
"Really? Do you like melon juice?"
"Yeah. I developed a taste for it recently."
She turned around and looked at me.
"May I ask you when?"
"Well, a couple of weeks ago. To be frank, a few more of my tastes changed," I added smiling mysteriously and my eyes no longer in control of where they wanted to look. This was not helping my blood circulation that suddenly found a single place to give attention to.
"What might they be?"
"Oh, just stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Oh nothing much."
"OK."
She turned back to the dishes. I continued to watch her shaking breasts and my cock was testing the strength of my shorts. I took half a melon out of the refrigerator and started to make a drink. I felt my aunt approaching me. She stood close and watched me make the juice.
"Looks like the melon got you all excited."
"Well, yeah. The way it moves is quite provocative."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. I can't wait to taste it."
"What's stopping you?"
"Well the time has to be right."
"So when would this right time come?"
"It depends."
"On what?"
I turned around after finishing the blending session. I dipped my finger in the drink and tasted it.
"Is it good?" she asked.
"Do you want to taste?" I countered.
She nodded. I took a spoon and she shook her head.
"I want the finger," she said smiling.
I dipped my finger in the juice and held out my finger. She lifted herself to reach it and started to suck it sending shivers down my spine.
"You make a mean Melon juice."
"You think so?"
"Oh yeah. I would love to taste more of it."
"Really?"
"Oh yes," she said closing her eyes her voice barely a whisper.
I dipped my finger again and held it close to her mouth. She started to lick it again, as if it were a cock.
I was so hard by now. She had her eyes closed.
"Why don't you sit down, Aunt Amali," I said, an idea forming in my twisted mind.
She sat down, her eyes still closed. I took my finger and offered it to her again. She moaned as she tasted me again.