I gawked when came out onto the decking. I was sitting half-reclined on one of the loungers next to the pool. It was shady under the big parasol shade but I still had sunglasses on. And I was grateful to have them because at least they gave me some cover to mask my surprise and delight at seeing my ripe, voluptuous Aunt Amy in the two-piece swimsuit.
"I hope you don't mind," she said from behind her own huge sunglasses, "but it's too hot to wear much else."
I gulped down against the inappropriate urges rising inside me. "Why would I mind? It's your villa, Aunt Amy."
"I'm forty-two," my aunt replied through a grimace. "Things aren't as tight as they were. I'm worried you might not be comfortable with all this wobbly flesh."
The truth spilled from me before I knew I was going to say it. "You're joking," I gasped, "I think you're fantastic."
I think I caught a look of surprise flash across her face. I can't be sure, however, not with those big dark lenses covering almost half her face.
Nevertheless, my sense of Aunt Amy's surprise came through in her voice when she said, "Oh, thank you. That's nice to hear. Very encouraging."
My aunt settled onto the lounger alongside mine. She lay on her back, sighing as she adjusted the fit of her bikini briefs.
"God, this is so peaceful," Aunt Amy breathed.
"Thanks for letting me stay," I said.
Without looking at me, my aunt waved a hand in a gesture of dismissal. "Oh, don't be silly. The place is empty for at least three-quarters of the year. You know how busy I am with work. I hardly ever get the chance to enjoy this place. I wonder why I keep it on sometimes. But times like this..." My aunt paused and sighed again, a sound of contentment as, disconcerting for me when her boobs shivered and shook, she stretched and then rested her weight on a hip and an elbow. "You can stay here as long as you need to," Aunt Amy went on. "You've had a hard time. Why not stay here and hide out?"
"Thanks," I repeated.
"I just hope I'm not in your way. I thought perhaps ... You know," she added after the pause. "That you might be looking to move on after Gabrielle? Another pretty girl to help you with all that romantic pain and loss." My aunt chuckled so show she was teasing about the pain and loss. It would just be her way of jollying me out of any heartbreak I may be suffering.
"I'm pretty much past any pain and suffering," I said. "But I'm not looking for a replacement for her. Not yet."
My aunt nodded. "Wise," she said. "I wish I'd made better decisions. I wish I'd been wise. Four husbands," she told me, which wasn't news.
I shrugged and suggested, "Maybe you work too hard?"
Aunt Amy pulled a face. "That's part of it, I suppose," she breathed. "But I went for the older man when I was younger, and that went wrong. Then, as I've gotten older, my husbands have been younger in turn. I'll be dating a teenager next!"
I didn't have any reply to that so I kept quiet. My aunt let out another satisfied sigh and eased onto her back and made the adjustments to her bikini again, my eyes sliding over her feminine shape and large breasts.
We lay there in silence for no more than a minute.
"You know what would be lovely?"
I turned my face to my aunt and asked, "What?"
"A large gin and tonic with lots of ice. And a ciggy," she added.
"I can get you the drink but can't help with the cigarette."
"Would you, Carl? A large gin and tonic? Lots of ice?"
I was on my way to my feet as I said, "For sure. Anything, Aunt Amy. You've been kind enough to put me up for these past couple of weeks. I'll jump in the car and get down to the shop for cigarettes if you want, too."
"No-no," my aunt replied. She was back on her hip and elbow, dark lenses presented to me. "I think there might be an old packet in one of the kitchen drawers. Maybe have a look there, Carl."
Standing, looking down at my aunt's curves, I said, "I didn't know you smoked."
She pulled a face. "I don't. Not really. It's just an occasional thing." Aunt Amy gave a half-shrug, an action which set her boobs jiggling. "I feel decadent out here in the warm in the company of a gorgeous young man. A drink and a cigarette would be divine. Just to round it all off."
I walked over the decking towards the back of the villa. The pool filter hummed, clear water gurgling through the system, thoughts and impressions tumbling in my mind. I found the cigarettes and then poured my aunt a generous measure of gin over a fistful of ice. I splashed tonic into the mix, then took a San Miguel from the fridge. I had to make a return trip to fetch a lighter, and then sat down on my lounger, feet on the decking, my gaze sliding over Aunt Amy's substantial frontage. I watched her spark up and take a long drag at the cigarette. She grimaced and blew smoke from her nostril's in a vehement dragon's breath.
My aunt held up the cigarette and gasped, "God, how old is this fucking thing? It tastes foul!"
I drained off the small bottle of beer and offered it to Aunt Amy as a receptacle. "here," I said. "Put it in this."
"You're a sweetheart," Aunt Amy beamed. "You getting another beer?"
I nodded and rose to my feet, went to the kitchen, disposed of the bottle and barely diminished cigarette, grabbed a beer, and went back to decking. For the next fifteen minutes, as I took an occasional sip at the beer and Aunt Amy took delicate sips of her drink, we chatted about her disastrous marriages and nightmare relationships. I offered to make her a refill when Aunt Amy finished her glass.
"God, but you're lovely," she said though a grin. "I could get used to being waited on like this." My aunt held out her empty glass. "Might take a little dip," she added.
I saw her stand up and move to the pool before I went towards the villa. I heard my aunt gasp and squeak that the water was lovely. "So cool and refreshing!" she trilled.
My aunt was in the pool, water up to her neck, sunglasses still on when I went back outside with another beer for myself and a replenished drink for her.
"Come in, Carl," she said as she moved to the edge of the pool. "It's divine," added Aunt Amy after she took her drink from my hand.
She sipped at the gin, sunglasses aimed at me, head tilted slightly towards one elbow, a position that gave me a disconcerting feeling she was looking right at me.
"You know what else would be fun?" Aunt Amy placed the glass several inches away from the edge of the pool. "Skinny dipping," she said when I asked what would be fun.
I felt fingers of excitement clench in that indefinable place seep below the pit of my stomach and, despite the cold logical notion she was my aunt - my father's sister - my cock thickened at the prospect of seeing her naked. It was a dark, clandestine sensation, slippery with a sense of the forbidden, the sly and furtive element to the idea adding a thrilling spice to the mix.
With the visceral tug of dark desires down in my core, I gulped out a halting, "What? Me and you? In the pool?"
Her nod was eager as my aunt beamed a smile. "Bloody naughty, isn't it?"
She trilled a mocking laugh when I stammered, "But you're muh-my aunt."
"What's that got to do with it, Carl? You've seen a lady in the nuddy before, haven't you? It's not like we'll be doing anything wicked," Aunt Amy went on through a smirk. "It's just bare skin."
I wanted to do it. Inside my head was a voice screaming at me to take the shorts of and get into that pool with my aunt. But, regardless of the way my body responded and the voice yelled at me to stop being a dickhead, I still felt the reluctance. "Yeah, but..." I said.
"What are you scared of?"
She said it in just the right level of goading to taunt me into muttering a swear word as I put the beer down on the small table near the loungers. I heard my aunt shriek as I dived into the water, and she was laughing as I emerged.
"I'm taking this bikini off now," my aunt informed me.
I watched her contortions, unable to define any detail as the water swirled.
"You too," my aunt said, then flung her bikini bottoms away. Her bikini bra came off next, landing with near the discarded briefs with a wet slap, her sunglasses fixed directly on me as she went on to say, "Come on. I'm bare. Don't embarrass me by keeping those shorts on, Carl."
"Can anyone see us?"
I was shoving the shorts down when my aunt replied. "No," she said. "One of the reasons I bought this place. We're not overlooked. Good thing since I'm often naked around here. I've only kept my kit on because you're here. I didn't want to scare you."
I looked at my aunt, attention dipping to the waterline as I tried to get a look at her nipples. I still couldn't make out any features with a degree of clarity. All I got was a sense of the size of her boobs, the impression nothing different to what I already thought. Shimmering under the water, Aunt Amy's breasts looked to be big and weighty, an impression formed from gawking at the scoop-necked dresses and sweater my aunt seemed to prefer.
Emboldened because of a surge of illicit arousal was warming me inside, I looked at my aunt, brave behind the sunglasses as I gave a half-choked response of, "You could've done that if you wanted, Aunt Amy. I reckon I wouldn't be scared."
Silence followed my remarks. The filter still hummed and water gurgled as I stared at the impenetrable depths of Aunt Amy's dark glasses. During that shirt communication void, I felt a flutter of anxious anticipation down in my tummy. I had no idea what my aunt might be thinking, but somehow sensed something significant was in the air around us.
Then, in a low voice which made my balls tighten, my cock swelling to half tumescence, my aunt said, "If I did that, Carl, if I went naked around here, would you do it, too?"
I was struggling to breath from the lust swelling inside me as I replied. "Yeah," I said, croaking it out.
"Don't you think it'd be a bit ... mucky? You know," my aunt continued, still almost too quiet for me to hear, "a bit naughty in a sexy kind of way? We're related after all. Would it make things awkward between us?"
"I ... I don't think it'd be awkward," I said through what was almost a groan.
"We could never ... you know ... touch or anything. Not if we were both naked."
Disappointed, I shook my head in a show that I wouldn't think about touching her. "Of course not," I said.
"We couldn't tell anyone either," added my aunt. "I don't think people would understand. They might think it a bit pervy."
I nodded and tried to look like any illicit desires had never clutched at my insides and that my dick wasn't semi-erect right at that moment. "No," I agreed, "people wouldn't get it."
