AUTHOR's NOTE: Arthur is 60. His children, Kent, Pearl, Cherry and Jewel are in their mid to late 30's. Ross, Rose and Renee are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem "O Mother Dear".
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Jewel lay back against the acrylic wall of the spa. Her long pale hair was piled and clipped on the top of her head. Her neck glistened with steamy moisture beads which rolled down to meet the water's surface just below Jewel's collarbone.
It was wonderful to find 'alone time' in the busy household. Her own twins, William and Wilma, were in the study with their cousins, Chris and Lindsay, doing their homework. Her sisters, Pearl and Cherry, along with her brother, Kent and their dad, Arthur, were still on the road with her college-bound nephew and twin nieces. They were expected home soon, however Jewel was in no hurry to end her peaceful solitude.
Draining the last swallow of chablis, Jewel reached her right arm over the tub rim, set her empty goblet on a redwood step and pushed the jet controls up to high. She ran her left hand delicately along the valley between her half-submerged breasts and paused at her sternum. She squeezed her upper arms in close to her body, compressing herself, and stretched her spread thumb and middle finger until each was gently rubbing a nipple. At age 35, Jewel was proud of her firm, full, but not overlarge, breasts. She knew she could still pass a 'pencil test' like a teenager. She also delighted that her nipples were quickly responsive to the slightest touch. They stood stiff, as expectant as little soldiers at attention on parade grounds as big as silver dollars, as she circled them in inspection.
The jets roiled the water and her tits bobbed happily. Jewel pushed her right hand under the water and rubbed her flat stomach. As she massaged her breasts and moved her hand further down her abdomen to the upper edge of her neatly trimmed blonde motte, perched above the cleft of her pussy, Jewel was interrupted.
"Hey Mom!" William yelled from the hall, "Ross and Aunt Pearl and Aunt Cherry just pulled in! They're home!"
"OK, Blue, thanks! You, Pinky and Chris go out and help them, please!" Jewel shouted back, using her twins' colorful nicknames. "Shit!" she muttered to herself, "Could I not have just ten more minutes for myself?"
Jewel stood up, briefly admired her toned figure in the floor-to-ceiling mirror mounted on the wall opposite the tub, then stepped out of the spa and pulled a fluffy towel from a nearby rack. She quickly dried herself, pulled a terry cover-up over her head and then belted a thick terry robe loosely around her waist. Jewel's bare feet left diminishing wet prints as she padded across the deck to the atrium's exit into the house. She slipped into an old pair of bath scuffs and went to greet the returning adventurers.
The hallway was cluttered with luggage and through the open front door Jewel saw Cherry's son, Chris, Pearl's daughter, Lindsay, as well as Blue and Pinky outside hugging her sisters and chattering. following her ears, she entered the kitchen where Ross was rustling up some sort of sandwich on the big butcher's block island counter.
"Hey, Ross," Jewel softly reproached, "Can't you learn to shut a door?" as she moved through the kitchen closing two cupboards and the refrigerator.
"Oh. Sorry, Aunt Jewel," Ross mumbled, around a bite of cheddar he picked up from the countertop. "Guess I was in a hurry. I'm like, starved!"
Jewel laughed out loud. "What else is new? You are still a growing boy."
Stepping up to him, Jewel put her hands on her nephew's shoulders and turned him to face her. "In fact," she noted, as she surveyed his solid physique, "it looks like you have grown up just over this past weekend! Did you have a good time on your visit to Central University?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, Aunt Jewel," Ross answered enthusiastically, "It was totally awesome!"
Even without seeing the bathrobe and clogs, Ross knew Jewel had been in the hot tub from the hint of bromine aroma wafting in the air. He remembered she had a sexy black one-piece keyhole bathing suit and a skimpy tropical print bikini with spaghetti straps and hip ties. "Which one is she wearing right now under that old robe?" he asked himself. Ross no longer was shocked, or even surprised, by his lustful thoughts, newly awakened thanks to his mom and his Aunt Cherry. Rather he craftily planned how to put a move on Aunt Jewel. "Could I get to her like Mom?" he wondered. "Maybe she'd like a massage," he answered himself.
Stepping forward, Ross raised his hands inside his aunt's arms and placed them on her shoulders. He squeezed his fingers. "Looks like the hot tub loosened up these muscles. If you want, I could finish you off with a nice backrub. I've been practicing on Mom and Aunt Cherry and they seem to like my technique." He smiled as sweetly and innocently as he could, given that his lecherous mind had already triggered a swelling reaction in his sweatpants.
"Mmmm, that's a tempting offer, Honey," Jewel answered. Ross' pinches had shot through her like electricity. She felt her pussy tighten and knew it was getting damp. "But there's still bags in the hall and you haven't even finished your sandwich, yet," she reasoned with him.
