U&a Day 01

2 college bound cousins summer break with Aunt & Uncle

Nate followed Uncle Garner back up the steep path from the beach, tired but exhilarated. The water had been much colder than the Atlantic beaches he was used to. But he had caught a few waves and Uncle Garner had given him so pointers that upped his bodysurfer game.

He and Uncle Garner flopped down at the table at the edge of the deck under a small palapa. Sunlight glinted off the ocean below. The canyon breeze was dry. He could feel the salt drying tight on his skin. It sure beat hanging around the 'burbs back in New York for the summer, the heat, the humidity.

And then there was Aunt Claire coming across the deck. She was carrying a tray of food and her hips swayed hypnotically from side to side as she walked. His cousin Patty trailed behind with an ice bucket of Heinekens. Her tight little gymnast body was barely concealed by a black bikini. He marveled at the clench of her well-developed quads as she walked towards them. Not bad for a little stuck up cousin from Connecticut.

"Ain't this the life," sighed Uncle Garner with a smile.

Yes. Yes, it was.

Over fresh gazpacho and quesadillas they chatted about upcoming college, Aunt Claire's relief trip to Nepal and a hike Uncle Garner had planned for them tomorrow in the local mountains high above L.A.

Nate was taking a sip off of his second cold Heineken when his noticed his Aunt's long fingers restlessly moving up his Uncle Garner's thigh. He tried not to stare as her fingertips ran up Uncle Garner's inner thigh and then caressed the bulge of Uncle Garner's ballsack before running up his obviously lengthening rod. Nate glanced up to see Aunt Claire staring at him with a smile. He choked on his beer.

"Are you all right, Nate?" Aunt Claire asked sweetly. "Can I get you something?" All the while continuing to stroke Uncle Garner's gathering erection.

"I...I'm okay," Nate managed.

"Easy there, champ," said Patty, taking another swig.

"Slow down, buddy," said his Uncle Garner. "There's plenty more." He turned to his wife. "Great food, honey."

Uncle Garner leaned over and kissed Aunt Claire on the lips. Nate saw his tongue go into Aunt Claire's mouth. There was a sharp intake of breath, then her tongue fought back.

Nate and Patty sat, watching awkwardly, until their Aunt and Uncle finally broke their kiss.

"Well," began Uncle Garner, catching his breath, "how about we get you kids some more beers."

"Oh...uh," Nate began.

"I'm good," said Patty.

But Uncle Garner was already standing up and taking Aunt Claire's hand. She put her arm around Uncle Garner's waist as they walked off to the house, leaning against each other.

"Be right back," said Uncle Garner, over his shoulder.

Nate and Patty looked at each other wide eyed. Patty stifled a laugh.

"Did you see that?" Nate asked.

"Them macking on each other? How could I miss it?" replied Patty. "I thought Aunt Claire was going to swallow his tongue."

"No," said Nate. "She was practically giving him a handjob under the table."

Patty's eyes widened.

"Get out!" she cried, incredulously.

"Swear to god."

"You don't think they're going to..." Patty stopped. Yes, she did. The image of Aunt Claire's bald pussy came to her unbidden.

Nate raised his eyebrows and smiled as he took another swig.

They heard laughter tinkling from the house. Then a low feminine moan.

Nate and Patty exchanged a look. No. They were actually hearing their Aunt and Uncle doing it!

There was silence. Then a low grunt of pleasure - Uncle Garner.

Nate could feel heat come to his face and his heartbeat began to pound. Patty glanced at him nervously. He could see the flush in her face. They knew they shouldn't be listening. And it was doubly embarrassing listening with one's own cousin there.

"Awkward," said Patty taking a nervous swig.

They smiled. Then they heard Aunt Claire cry out softly in a high voice. And a groan. Then Aunt Claire's cries became rhythmic. And they could hear guttural grunting.

Patty silently mouthed, "oh my god."

The two cousins sat there in silence, listening. A soft breeze from the Pacific passed up the canyon. Patty looked down at the fine down on her forearms rise in goosebumps. She shivered. Nate's small man nipples hardened involuntarily. Patty noticed and thought for a moment of telling Nate about Aunt Claire. And what had happened. But what had happened? Nothing really. And it was between her and Aunt Claire. Girl stuff.

Patty looked over at Nate. He was looking back toward the house, focused on the sounds of lovemaking. Patty could see he was breathing through his mouth. She realized so was she. And she was wet again. Way wet. She glanced down at Nate's board shorts. Oh my god, she thought. Nate was sporting a woody. She could see his organ pressing against the fabric. She looked up to see him looking at her.

"Looks like someone's getting a little excited," she teased.

"What the fuck, Patty," Nate replied. "Not my fault. I bet you're turned on too."

Patty blushed. She could picture Aunt Claire naked sprawled on the bed. She had already seen her pussy and ass. And firm thighs. And tasted her. There was that wetness again. And she could imagine Uncle Garner...standing next to the bed - where Patty had stood - Uncle Garner holding Aunt Claire's legs up in the air by her ankles as he pounded into her.

"None of your business," Patty replied, dropping her eyes. She was glad Nate couldn't see what she was thinking. God, she wanted to play with her pussy! While listening to Aunt Claire get fucked, she thought.

The cries became louder. If it had been an aria it would be reaching its climax. And then Aunt Claire did. She let out one long cry. Then they could hear again the low rhythmic grunting of their Uncle. And then with it they could hear Aunt Claire's voice. Not what she was saying, not the words. Just something low and insistent. Almost like a chant. And slapping sounds and then a choked, almost startled yell. And low feminine laughter.

Nate and Patty looked at each other, guiltily. Nate leaned forward and clinked the neck of his beer bottle against Patty's.

"Cheers."

And broke the awkwardness. Patty grinned and mock-wiped her brow.

"Is it hot out here or is it just me?" she asked.

A few minutes later Uncle Garner came out of the house in his board shorts carrying the promised beers.

"Here you go, guys," he said, setting the Heinekens down in the ice bucket. He let out a satisfied sigh. "Hey, Nate, how about us guys hit the sauna. Great for the pores. Sweat some of the salt off you."

"Uh...okay," Nate agreed.

"Have some guy time," Uncle Garner said. He looked over to Patty, and they locked eyes.

Patty wanted to feel embarrassed, about what she and Nate had just heard, about her own thoughts, but she didn't. She liked the way her Uncle made her feel. She didn't care about the rest. She met his gaze and smiled.

"Give the girls some girl time. I'm sure you and Aunt Claire have a lot more to discuss," said Uncle Garner.

A lot more? Did he know? What did he know? Patty felt herself redden. Uncle Garner smiled and turned back to Nate.

Patty watched Nate get up sheepishly, his board shorts slightly tented, and follow Uncle Garner to a small wooden building next to the pool. She turned to see Aunt Claire come out of the house. She wore a flowing silk robe, deep blue like her eyes. She walked up to Patty and smiled.

"I hope we didn't disturb you two." She lay her hand on Patty's shoulder. "I'm told I get quite loud."

"That's...that's okay," Patty said, smiling up at her Aunt. What would pop out of Aunt Claire's mouth next?, Patty wondered. Or her own mouth for that matter. It must be the jetlag, she thought. Making her loopy.

"Come on. Let's go sit by the pool." Aunt Claire smiled and walked off, her buttocks shifting languidly beneath the silk with each step.

Patty took a last swig of her beer and followed.

* * *

The first thing Uncle Garner did when he walked into the small sauna was strip off his board shorts. He lay them on the raised wooden bench along the wall and sat down on them.

"Go on, take those off, Nate," Uncle Nate directed. "You don't wear a bathing suit in a sauna. What would the Finns think? And use it to sit on. The wood gets hot."

"Uh...okay," said Nate, uneasily. He didn't want Uncle Garner to see his erection. Even if it had gone down some. Too many questions. Like, why he had one in the first place. Oh, because Patty and I were listening to you and Aunt Claire screw. Oh, and I think Aunt Claire is hot. Yeah. More like too many answers.

Nate half-turned awkwardly and wrestled his shorts. He managed to get seated while holding his hands modestly over his semi-tumescent member.

Uncle Nate sat there with his own dick hanging in the breeze like it was no big thing. Actually, it was a some what big thing. Nate could see it was thicker than his own. And was glistening. From Aunt Claire?!? He tried to stifle the thought as he felt his own dick start to rise again.

"So, Nate, what are your plans?"

"What? About what?"

"I know you're just going in to your freshman year, but do you have a major in mind?"

"I...I'm taking my requirements...but I want to major, I think, in communications. Maybe some business."

"Penn's got a good communications department. Just keep your options open. You don't always know where things will lead, Nate. Take things as they come," advised Uncle Garner, wiping sweat from his brow. "That's something I learned from your Aunt Claire."

Aunt Claire, thought Nate. Just when his cock was starting to go down.

* * *

At the pool, Aunt Claire pulled a small dark bottle from her beach bag. She looked down at Patty sitting on her chaise lounge.

"Be a dear and put some oil on for me," she said to Patty.

"Sure, Aunt Claire," said Patty.

Aunt Claire handed the oil to Patty, turned and let her robe drop to the deck. She stood in front of Patty, in all her naked glory, smiled and settled face down on her own chaise lounge next to Patty.

Patty blinked. She looked at her Aunt's nude form spread out before her. She poured some of the oil into one palm. It smelled nutty and rich.

"Sesame oil," said Aunt Claire. "It's used in Aruvedic medicine."

Aunt Claire reached back with one hand and pulled her long light brown hair to one side. Patty sat down on the edge of her Aunt's chair and began to rub the oil on her Aunt's exposed nape. Her skin was surprisingly soft and evenly tanned from the nape of her neck down her muscled back all the way to her well-shaped feet. As Patty rubbed in the oil she pushed with her thumbs on her Aunt's trapezius muscles between the neck and shoulder like her gymnastics coach used to do. Her Aunt sighed and smiled.

"Ummm. You have strong hands, Patty."

Patty smiled. It felt good to make her Aunt feel good. Patty began to feel less self-conscious about her Aunt's nudity. Patty wished she could feel that confident just splayed out all naked for the world to see. Aunt Claire seemed so comfortable in her body. Patty worked the oil down the sleek muscles of her Aunt's back. She had to admit, her Aunt had a pretty hot body for a woman her age. She had to be, what?, thirty-seven? Almost forty? Twice Patty's age at least. Her Aunt's soft skin and muscles felt so different than when she had put lotion on her boyfriend's back. Patty loved the feel of a guy's body, but her Aunt's felt sexy in a different way. Built more for comfort.

Patty had worked her way down to Aunt Claire's lower back. She got to her Aunt's shapely round buttocks. Well, no reason to stop now. She began to rub the oil into the great toned swells of her Aunt's glutes, when she was startled by her Aunt's moan.

"Mmmm, Patty. You do that so well," Aunt Claire enthused dreamily.

Patty continued working on her Aunt's cheeks, and there was something rather exciting about it. Something a little forbidden. And then Aunt Claire parted her legs with a sigh, stretching out her feet in a V until her naked thigh was pressed up against Patty's and Patty could see right down the crack of her Aunt's hairless pussy. Patty worked down to her Aunt's upper thigh, trying to stay business-like but could not help staring at her Aunt's hairless pussy lips. They were swollen and plump and, as Patty watched, a white dribble leaked from between them and ran down her Aunt's smooth mound.

Patty didn't know whether to say anything. Ignore it? She kneaded her Aunt's hamstrings. Aunt Claire murmured and clenched and unclenched her pelvic muscles, and another gob was forced out before Patty's amazed eyes.

"Uh...Aunt Claire...I think..." Patty hesitated.

"What is it dear?" Aunt Claire asked.

"You're...I think I got...maybe some oil..."

Aunt Claire turned over, propping herself up on one elbow. Her breasts were bigger than Patty's, more like a C-cup. And the nipples stood out like thick erasers. Patty was mesmerized. Aunt Claire parted her thighs and looked down at her crotch.

"Oh, dear," she said, reaching down and scooping up a fingerfull of the pearly liquid. She smiled at Patty. "Your Uncle Garner." She held out her finger to Patty. "Taste," she commanded.

Patty stared at the viscous smear of semen on her Aunt's finger. She knew she should be utterly revolted by the offering. She knew how her mother would have reacted. She knew what all of her friends from high school would have said, "Yuck! Gross me out!" But Patty wasn't in high school anymore. And she had swallowed Brad's spunk willingly many times. It hadn't tasted great. But she didn't mind doing it. And Brad thought she was fantastic for doing it.

But this was Uncle Garner's cum and it had dripped out of Aunt Claire's well-fucked pussy. That should make a difference. And it did. It made Patty want to taste it even more and swallow it down. The idea of her Uncle's cum in her mouth and stomach excited her. And she already knew what Aunt Claire's pussy juice tasted like and it tasted good.

Patty opened her mouth, closed her eyes and leaned forward toward her Aunt's finger, her heart beating fast.

"Open your eyes!" her Aunt barked sharply. "I want to see you taste it."

Patty's eyes snapped open. Sitting there, mouth open, staring into Aunt Claire's eyes, Patty felt exposed, vulnerable. She couldn't hide inside her head or pretend she was all by herself and no one would know what she was doing. Aunt Claire knew. Aunt Claire wanted her to eat Uncle Garner's cum off her finger. The cum from Aunt Claire's beautiful, bald pussy. And at that moment Patty felt something melt inside; perhaps an unkinking of her kundalini at the second chakra.

Looking deeply into Aunt Claire's eyes, Patty took her Aunt's finger into her mouth. She closed her lips around her Aunt's long, delicate finger and gently sucked. The cum tasted a little sweet with an acrid finish. She swallowed it down and saw pleasure in her Aunt's eyes. And Patty knew at that moment what she wanted to do more than anything else was please her Aunt. Whatever it took. She wanted to know she was making her dear sweet Aunt happy.

"That's a good girl," Aunt Claire cooed, as she felt Patty dutifully continue to suck.

Patty's heart swelled. Aunt Claire was happy.

* * *

Nate too was thinking of Aunt Claire. Or trying not to, as he sat in the sauna with his hands covering his semi-erection.

"So, Nate," Uncle Garner continued. "You have many girlfriends in High School?"

"Oh...a few," Nate offered.

"Five?...Ten?," Uncle Garner asked.

"Uh...like I think five. I mean I guess it depends on how you define 'girlfriend.'"

"The ones you had sex with," Uncle Garner specified.

Nate paused. In his mind he saw Mindy's black hair spread across her pillow in her darkened bedroom trying to keep quiet because her parents were home, Beth lying on his coat in the woods with the sun dappling her large, firm breasts...Katy...He smiled. His girlfriend Katy on her bed on all fours, the afternoon sun highlighting her blonde hair, his hips slapping against her firm, white buttocks.

Dammit, he thought. Now he had serious wood. He pressed his stiff boner against his sweaty belly with his hands.

"We're not counting just oral. Or handjobs," Uncle Garner qualified.

"Uh...three," Nate responded, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably on the wooden bench.

"Three. That's a good number," said his Uncle. "You have a current girlfriend?"

"Yes. Katy. She's going to NYU in the fall. We'll be able to see each other on weekends."

"The reason I ask," Uncle Garner continued," You're off to college in the fall. You...you both...have a chance to meet a lot of new people. More than you'd ever meet back in Dobbs Ferry. I'm not saying this Katy might not be the girl for you. What I'm saying is college is a time of opportunities. An opportunity to find out more about yourself too.

"I met your Aunt Claire later in life. I don't know if you know I was married once before. I didn't really know what I wanted with my first marriage. I didn't really know myself. I was lucky. I was blessed the day I met Claire." Uncle Garner's eyes took on a faraway look. "She is the total package."

Uncle Garner paused. Nate noticed with astonishment Uncle Garner's member coming to life and begin to inch up Uncle Garner's thigh. It was like watching a snake move, a pulsing, veiny snake. Nate stared fascinated.

Uncle Garner looked down at his growing erection and laughed.

"And she's a great fuck." He looked over at Nate with a smile. "She gets me hard just thinking about her." He lightly stroked his fingers over his cock and balls. "She is a great fuck and she loves to fuck. You should hear her when..."he paused. "Well, I guess you and Patty already have."

Nate nodded, embarrassed, but couldn't take his eyes off his Uncle's stiffening erection.

"Nate, what I'm trying to tell you is play the field a little. You're a good catch. You're young, you're good looking, smart, athletic. And there are a lot of young women who would love to get their hot little hands on you and that cock you're trying so hard to hide."

Nate grinned in spite of himself.

"Don't be modest. Getting a hard on is one of the great privileges of manhood." He waved his swollen cock by the base. "I am man, see my hard on!"

Nate laughed and took his hands away from his lap. His own erection sprang free in the heated air.

"And that is a nice hard on you have there, Nate. Ask your Aunt Claire. She hasn't stopped talking about it since she caught you bare ass naked this morning. That's all she was talking about when I was fucking her."

Uncle Garner was slowly running his closed fist up and down his cock now. Nate watched mesmerized. Was Uncle Garner actually jacking off?

"She was saying,'Nate's cock looks so beautiful. I want to feel how firm it is. I want to taste his cum.'"

Nate's cock jumped involuntarily.

Uncle Garner chuckled.

"Yeah, I feel the same way. Your Aunt Claire is a hot piece. Especially when she talks dirty. Just look at me," he said showing Nate his dick. "I came twenty minutes ago and she's got me hard again just thinking of her. Feel," he said offering Nate his cock.

Nate shook his head. "That's okay."

"Go on. Don't be shy," urged Uncle Garner. He reached over and grabbed Nate's cock with his other hand. "Didn't you ever jerk off with your friends?" he asked.

Nate shut his eyes and gulped. His Uncle's hand squeezing his cock gently felt good. Between the beer and the superheated air of the sauna, Nate felt like he was floating.

"Well...a few times," Nate admitted guiltily.

"Of course you did. Most guys have. They just don't admit it. Hell, me and a friend used to give each other blow jobs. To see what it would feel like when we had girlfriends."