What a Trip

What has come before:

This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected.

All characters are over 18.

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The water was colder than I expected and stung my legs when I hit the surface. Thank god. The distraction was just what I needed.

Aunt Linda had stepped out of that pool dripping water and sex appeal. Her body shone in the sun and the tiny little top, which had kept me just to the right side of propriety, had been ripped from her body when she dived into the water. It was just me, her, and full, tan breasts crowned with prominent, mahogany nipples. And speaking of prominent wooden things, I was a wreck.

The splash and sting of cannonballing into the pool helped to clear my head, but I was going to need a bit more than that to recover from the embarrassment of Old Hickory down there. I mean, really. Can a fella be expected to see a beautiful woman, aunt or otherwise, wearing nothing but a tiny white thong and a fresh-from-the-pool sheen without rising to the occasion? I ask you? Is it reasonable? Is it sane? Should I come up for air before I turn blue with suffocation only to turn red with embarrassment? Well, okay, so I'll just have to deal with the latter. I don't think I'd want to risk a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation scene anytime soon. If I was going to touch those lips with mine, I wanted to be conscious and unlikely to vomit water into her face. Call me a romantic I guess.

I pushed off the bottom of the pool and reached out my hand to snag the top as I popped above the surface.

"That's the diving champ I remember all right," Linda chuckled from the poolside. She had seated herself on the edge of the pool wearing a towel wrapped around her chest, and was the most clothed that I had seen her in the last half hour.

"I'm still getting a 4 from the Russian judge, but I blame a long time rivalry between my coach and her mentor in the Old Country."

"Well, you're all top marks from me, Bobby. Top marks."

"So," I said while treading water and twirling the top above the waterline. "I suppose you're going to want this back."

"Well, it would be the correct thing to do wouldn't it? You wouldn't want to embarrass me or anything."

"So, true Aunt Ell. So true. You are clearly a shrinking violet that would be horrified to appear anything less than chaste."

"How well you know me, kind sir." She extended a hand and waved me toward the edge of the pool. "If you think you can make it over here without damaging anything permanently. Straining anything, or such. I should probably don my nun's habit again."

Okay, so now I was feeling a bit safer. She clearly wasn't upset about me seeing her... really seeing her. And that was maybe the coolest thing I had come across in a long time. A beautiful older woman... sure she's my aunt, but still -- breasts are breasts, my friend... who was comfortable in her own skin, comfortably aware of her own sexual appeal, and flirting with me. Of course, I was completely non-threatening. I was just her kid sister's boy. What harm could I be? She still thought of me as family. So, in a way, it was a sign of her coolness and of her accepting me as part of the family, which led her to be so cavalier with her body. But, I was feeling more comfortable with her humor and her teasing. Also, I was underwater and there wasn't much she could see when she looked my way.

Newly, marginally, emboldened, I grinned and said, "What habit? This habit? It seems a bad habit. Should you be picking up any bad habits? Especially off your scandalous nephew?" Two could play this game, I thought.

"Well, a habit may be hard to break kid, but that one just came untied. Of course, if you want to get all bohemian on me, that's up to you. But, I think you are probably not ready for me to just go au natural, are you?" She smiled and I melted.

"Never let it be said that your faithful hound let down his favorite aunt." I grabbed the straps of the bikini top in my teeth and dog paddled loudly and with much splashing toward her side of the pool.

Aunt Ell gave a snort-laugh and grinned from ear to ear. I reached the edge of the water and pulled myself up on the side. My waist and legs were safely below the waterline and I did my best faithful Labrador meets spunky Sea Lion with bikini in my teeth next to my towel-bound aunt.

Linda clapped her hands together applauding my little act and said, "Now hold that pose Rover." My initial, "Wh-" was stifled as my naughty aunt swooped in and plucked the bikini from my teeth by laying a kiss right on my lips. The top slipped from my mouth and she grabbed it in hers. I slid back into the water a bit shocked, and now no better than I'd been when I jumped in the pool -- diamond hard and straining these swim trunks beyond their ability to do much good.

"Uh. I ... uh... Aunt Ell... I" and then I had to spit for a minute as I swallowed some water -- clearly, I'm an ole smoothie. Linda sat on the side of the pool grinning around a mouthful of bikini and wrapped in the towel I had brought to the poolside.

"Wuh... uh..." Aunt Linda tossed her head backwards and with that movement tossed her bikini top back towards the bar. "I was saying, you know me. I hate to pass up an opportunity to get in on the act. Other people might end up having more fun than me, which would be very uncool."

"Besides, I mentioned that I generally don't wear one of these things anyway, so I'm probably out of practice." With that, she opened her arms high above her head (The Russian Judge couldn't object to that landing) as her towel gave up the fight and fell heavily to the patio.

"Bobby? What? You comin'?"

"Aunt Ell!"

"Out of the pool, dude. Out of the pool. No need to be shy around here... I'm not gonna be. Besides, you've already seen the girls here. I'm not stupid enough to think that you'll forget what they look like if I put my top back on. So, why not be comfortable with what circumstance has already made a reality?"

"Uh... I think I'll swim some laps."

"Okay, but don't turn into a prune or anything. That not-so-little problem that you've got there." I looked down suddenly shocked and sure that she could see me in all my painful stiffness. "No, I can't see it in the water, man. I just know a thing or two about the effect the girls have on folks." Was she being purposefully vague with "Folks?"

"So, as I was saying... That not-so-little problem is going to solve itself in a bit. You'll just get comfortable with your wizened old Aunty and I'll be like the furniture. You'll hardly notice me." Turning she walked over to the bar and opened a mini-fridge to remove a ginger ale. I swam. Hard. For at least 3 lengths of the pool before I slowed down. Finally, the Piney issue in my trunks was subsiding.

I swam to the edge of the pool, grabbed the ladder and climbed out. I wasn't sure where Aunt Ell had gone while I swan, but I didn't immediately see her. That was probably for the best. I didn't need additional complications right now and I figured that if I could just get dried off and into jeans I would be back in control. Control and focus., those were what I needed right now. I looked around for a towel but, of course, Linda had probably taken the one I had used into the house. I stepped over to the towel cabinet that Linda had shown me and bent over to grab a fresh white towel.

As I was bent over, I heard the patio door open. Straightening up as I dried my face and hands, I turned toward the door. Lowering the towel, I was slapped in the face by a piece of wet fabric. I pulled it off my head and saw that it was a white, thong bikini bottom. Looking up I saw Aunt Linda standing in the doorway. Not wearing her bikini top. Not wearing the wet, white, thong that she had just thrown at my head and that I was now holding in my hand.

"Okay, so I guess you won't think of me like the furniture anytime soon. Well, unless you really have a thing for upholstery or something. You comin' dude?"

Mahogany, Elm, Oak, Pine... I did have a little in common with furniture, myself.

"Not yet, Aunt Ell, not yet. But only through an epic act of will, you crazy person. Is it safe to enter the house, yet?"

"Nope, Bob. But I hope you'll join me, anyway..."

And with that she backed into the house, shut the patio sliding door and then briefly touched her bare ass to the glass window facing me before disappearing back into the house.

Gotta love those California Girls.