Aunt Liz's Family Fun

I've been long time reader here but this first time writing an erotic story. This story is just the first part of what will be a multi-part series. If you love it or hate it let me know. Thanks and enjoy. ;)

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I was visiting my Aunt Liz at her home in Florida during the Summer as my first vacation away from my parents and I was very nervous. I hadn't seen my Aunt or my cousins in years and wasn't sure I'd even recognize them after all this time. But as soon as I stepped out of the airplane down the hall out into the terminal and saw the most gorgeous 44 year old in the world with a huge smile and outstretched arms aimed at me, I knew it was going to be one hell of a trip, especially when she got hold of me and pressed her huge, perfect, natural breasts against me as we hugged. It was always a wonder to me how she kept those things so nice over the years. They gave me my first hard-on when I was younger and I know I was caught many times for staring much too long but she never got on me about it, she'd just give a little smile then dismiss me away. She was always my favorite aunt - always had the best gifts for Christmas and birthdays, even over the years when while we lived in separate states she still managed to send me something great.

My cousins and uncle weren't there at the airport with her, she explained that my cousins, Becca and James, had too many other things going on and my uncle was out of town on business like usual. On the car ride to her house, she caught me up with the goings on with her and her family but seemed extremely curious with me and specially my personal life...

"So how about you, any girlfriends?" She asked. Pretty standard question of course.

"Nah, nothing at the moment." I replied.

"Oh, well, what about boyfriends?" She caught me off guard, I had expected a question like that to be said jokingly, but she said it so seriously it through me off.

"Uh... no none of those either. I don't know about all that." A simple 'no' should have sufficed but my train of thought was totally broken.

"Hmm.. You don't know? You mean you're not sure if you like boys? Or you're not sure you like the thought of to guys -"

"No, no," I cut her off, "I mean, uh, well I've never really thought about that seriously." That was a terrible lie and terribly worded. Honestly, I've thought about it, and even gotten off on it a little, but never enough to take it anywhere...or act on it.

"So, you might like boys then, huh?" She smiled to give me a little reassurance that she wasn't trying to hound me. "Honey, it's perfectly fine whatever you want to do, the worst thing in the world would be if you were afraid of it. And if you're not gay, or bi, then that's fine to."

She could probably tell at this point that I was extremely uncomfortable. "Oh, hun, I didn't mean to scare ya like that. I didn't bring ya down here to Florida to grill you on your sexuality" She smiled again and put her hand on my knee to comfort my racing mind. "I only bring it up because our whole family here is bi and we have many bisexual and homosexual friends here so I didn't want you to be in the dark and I wanted to make sure you didn't have any problems with that."

"Oh no, it's perfectly fine."

"Good."

"...So you're all bi?" I asked trying to make it sound as casual as possible.

"Yes, and we're very open about it. I like my house to be a very open and accepting place for anyone and anything."

"That's cool." I couldn't help but notice she put a tiny bit extra emphasis on 'anything.'

The rest of the ride was fairly quiet, just some small talk here and there. I couldn't help but wonder what she was talking about. What was 'anything?' was it really anything.... was it... nah... it's just my mind in the gutter where it's been ever since the very first time I noticed her great breasts.

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I was to roommate with my cousin James for the next couple of weeks. Nobody was home when we got there but I put my belongings up in the room. He had a pretty good sized bed in there, I guessed a queen size, and next to it was one of those inflatable mattresses with a sleeping bag and pillow on top of it, which I assumed was mine. 'Meh...I've had worse,' I thought to myself. I was about to leave the room when I noticed on one side of his desk a stack of magazines and DVD's all of which were very explicit porn. And yes, as my aunt had explained, it was a mix of all straight, bi, and gay offerings. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself thumbing through them at the perfect time when my aunt walked by the room to check on me.

Immediately out of instinct I threw them down on the desk and panicked trying to act as if nothing happened and I wasn't looking at what I was looking at

She just smiled and shook her head. "Baby, I told you, we're very open here. Do what you want to do and don't be afraid or ashamed of it. You don't have to hide or pretend here." I was still trying to collect myself when she hit me with the next bombshell. "Now, if you want to masturbate, then do it. There's a bottle of lube on the nightstand over there and towels underneath." She pointed to them and I looked to find that indeed there was lube, not just hand lotion, actual personal lubricant. "I got that stuff for him so he would stop stealing mine. If you need anything else just let me know." She gave a little wink and left the room.

My mind was in a daze. This was complete culture shock from being raised in an average Catholic home where anything sexual was to be kept completely private. Hell, my parents did little more than kiss in front of the rest of the family. I don't think I was even given the birds and bees talk from my parents and here now I was being told to masturbate by my aunt with my cousin's bottle of lube that she bought for him. And nothing was the slightest bit wrong with that.

I found myself at the nightstand picking up the lube, not intending to jerk one out at the moment, I was still to spun around. I was just seeing up close for myself, when yet again perfect timing got the best of me.

"Aw man, who messed up all my magazines?!"

I almost threw the bottle out of my hands. "Jesus, doesn't anybody knock in this house?!"

My cousin James was laughing hysterically at my expense, quite proud that he had scared the shit out of me. "Ah, I'm sorry man but that look on your face...if you could only have seen it." He said between laughs.

"Yeah, yeah..."

"It's been a long time, man," He said as he walked over and wrapped an arm around my shoulder and took the bottle from my hands. "But hey, if you need to take care of yourself, then by all means be my guest." He handed me back the bottle.

"Nah, I think whatever I was thinking about is completely out of my mind now because of you."

We both had a pretty good laugh. "Well, let me get you something to drink then. Rebecca should be back home any minute now too."

"Speak of the devil..." As we walked out into the hall there she was. Nineteen, lightly tanned, long straight brown hair, hazel eyes, about an inch shorter than me, not quite as impressive rack as her mother's but still a killer body.

"HEYYY!" She damn near screamed as she excitedly gave me a great big hug forcing me to lift her off the ground....well...I shouldn't say 'forcing.' "I missed you sooo much!"

"I missed you too." I said while trying to hold the hug as long as I could.

As little kids we were practically siblings being so close in age, us all only one year apart each, me being the oldest at 20, Becca in the middle at 19, and James being the youngest at 18. But several years ago they moved down to Florida for my Uncles new job and from then on we really only saw each other on the occasional holiday.

"So whatcha gonna do with that?" She said referring to the bottle in my hand.

Boy, I was certainly off to a good start, embarrassing myself in front of ever member of the family thus far. But now I was determined not to let this get to me anymore, so I tried to cover up my embarrassment with a little wit.

"Oh this? I got it for you!" I said with a big stupid smile holding it out for her.

"Hahah I'll just add it to the collection James has left in my room."

"I haven't left anything in your room," James countered, "you've been taking them from mine."

"Right and why do all your dirty rags somehow end up in my room as well?"

"Exactly, you take those too." He said poking out his tongue at her and then giving me a little elbow nudge has we both laughed.

"Oh whatever!" She said as she rolled her eyes and walked into her room.

James leaned over close to me and whispered. "I'll show you later..."

"What?"

"Nothing..." he said.

Then whispering, "....later..."

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The rest of the afternoon and evening was incredibly normal considering how it started. A few innuendos here and there and everywhere throughout the conversations, but nothing really intrusive.

It was getting late and me and James were heading towards our room.

"Oh, hey man you get the bed, I'll take the inflatable."

"Cool, thanks bro." I replied.

"I hope you don't mind, I sleep naked."

Again there was that nervous feeling I had earlier in the car. "Uh, nah it's cool."

"I mean, if you have a problem with it at all I can try to sleep in my boxers."

"Nah, just do whatever you'd normally do, man. I don't want to impose."

"Alright." He proceeded to take off all his clothes and I couldn't help but look and I tried not to make it obvious as I stripped down to my boxers, feeling a little twitch underneath.

I gotta say I was comforted to see he had a body just like mine. Not very buff, but fit and slim, eyes and hair just like his sister, but short and a little lighter skin. I also had a couple inches in height on him so at least I felt like I had that over him. Then he turned around to face me.

He wasn't hard but I could tell he was much thicker than I and what surprised me the most was that he was completely shaved. He noticed my shock.

"Oh yeah, I got to shave since I'm on the swim team. It makes the water flow around you smoother, so you go faster while using less energy. And I figured if I'm shaving everything else, I might as well go all the way, right?" He mentioned matter-of-factly as he made a little thrusting gesture with his hips.

"Yeah," was all I could manage as I tried to take my eyes off him. It wasn't until this very moment that I had ever lusted for another guy. I had thought about it before, a few fantasies, but never of a real actual person. I decided to crawl into bed before he noticed I was getting hard.

Then I noticed he had the lube in his hand. "Hey, you want to see what I was talking about earlier?" He said in a quiet voice.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"You mean she actually takes the towels you've cum on?"

He smiled a big wide smile.

"No way. That's your sister, what would she want that for?"

"I don't know, she never lets me see, but I can imagine."

"I have to say that's really fucked up....but damn....that's hot."

"Exactly." He smiled big again. Then as if there was nothing different about it he opened the bottle of lube and squeezed some out on his hand, then started to rub it on his hardening cock.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I couldn't believe that I was watching. He was laying down on the mattress below me, face up, only a few feet away, completely naked, completely shaved, and rubbing himself as if I weren't even there.

It didn't take long before he was full erect and just as I thought, my length but it seemed almost twice as thick. I was amazed. Captivated. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock and mine was now as rock hard as his.

Pumping his huge cock slowly up and down with his fist. He was seducing me with his strokes, and he knew damn well that I was hooked. He took his fingers and slid his fingertips lightly up and down the underside of his cock. He wasn't just jacking off, he was fully enjoying the show he was giving me and I was fully enjoying watching.

He looked over at me, right into my eyes. "You need some?" And he paused for a moment giving me just enough time to open my mouth before he held up the bottom of lube with his free hand. "Some lube?"

I tried to speak but could only nod.

I pulled the covers off myself slowly, still unsure of the whole situation. "Wow...dude...I mean... you're ...huge..."

"Ah, I'm not that big. Let's see yours."

I knew that was coming. I took a deep breath and sat up on the edge of the bed and then pulled my tenting boxers down and off onto the floor.

"Not bad," he said with that big smile of his.

His approval and staring at my cock as he continued to stroke himself ever so lightly encouraged me to take the bottle from his hand and get some out for myself, but then I stopped.

"Wait...where do I uh...cum?" I said looking around for one of those rags.

He smiled something devious, "Where do you want to?"

"Uh...where ever you want me to." I was too afraid to say anything dirty, but too curious to see where this would go to say something simple like onto the towel.

"I get to choose? Where ever I want?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I want you to cum on me."

It took me a moment but finally I managed, "Ok....where on you?"

"I want you to cum on my cock. Do it while I stroke myself."

"Ok." I looked around a little to see how I was going to manage this, I was still nervous and afraid thinking 'what somebody walked in on this. Aunt Liz said anything. Well...this falls under that category I guess...'

Sensing my bewilderment he got into a better position by bending his need up and spreading his legs as far as he could and then he gestured for be to get down in front of him. My heart was pounding. My cock was throbbing.

I knelt down in front of him onto the mattress.

"Closer."

And closer I scooted.

"Closer."

He kept urging me until the top of my thighs were up against the back of his legs as his ankles came down next to my knees. He was straddling me. Our cocks were inches away from each other, and I'm sure that if we let them go they'd be rubbing against each other.

He was still stroking himself very lightly with his fingertips all around his thick cock so I grabbed the lubed and began to apply it to my own aching cock. I knew I wasn't going to last long, I was too much in a confused and erotic state to control myself. Fortunately he seemed to want me to cum first anyway.

I began pumping my cock with my fist and as I did so he mimicked me and started to moan. Gradually we got fast, and his moans got louder, and my heart and lungs were racing. I started to thrust as I pumped my hand and he really enjoyed it letting me know by groaning deeply with each stroke.

With my free hand I gripped his knee for better balance. Slowly though that hand worked its way down and it was now on his hip and I was leaning more and more towards him. It wasn't long before my hand was on his chest and only that and his legs straddling were holding me directly on top of him. Our balls were pressing together and we had now put our cocks together, underside to underside, using both his and my hand to form one big fist around them.

I was still thrusting as best I could, although the position and air mattress made things a little uneasy. It was the strangest thing I had ever felt, rubbing my cock against his. It was hot, extremely hot, and his shaved body was driving me crazy.

"I'm gonna cum man," I managed in one quick labored breath.

"God yes, finally," he seemed to have been waiting for this for a long time, "go, go..."

I tried to pull back a little so I could aim onto his cock like he wanted but it didn't do much good as I exploded like never before. I shot hard and lost control of my entire self and jizzed all over his cock, stomach and chest. Seconds later as he was working his fist around his cock as hard as he could, using my cum as lube, he erupted as well, even catching his chin a little.

We stayed there in that position for a few moments catching our breaths. I tried to get up but he stopped me and pulled me down on top of him, flush against his cum covered torso and kissed me hard on the lips. I licked the bit of cum off his chin and returned the kiss. I had never tasted it before and it was strange...salty...slimy...not exactly good...but it was the hottest kiss I ever had.

And all too soon he broke away from me. "We've got to get this gathered up before we get too carried away and lick it all off each other." He grabbed the towel and began to wipe me off. I flinched when he ran the cloth around my cock, the head was still too sensitive for that kind of touch. He giggled a little and said, "Have fun?"

"Yeah...I didn't think I'd ever do anything like that, and especially not with a family member..."

He just smiled and then wiped himself off as well. When he was done he walked out of the room to the bathroom and dropped the towel in the hamper and came back, leaving the door cracked just enough to see out into the hall.

Sure enough within seconds there goes Becca straight into and promptly back out of the bathroom, used towel in hand.

"Wow. So have you two ever..."

"Fucked? Nah, I wish, but we're both still virgins."

"What?? Seriously? As open-minded as your family is?? And with what we just did, you've never done..."

"Nope, you're actually the furthest I've ever went with anyone. I mean I've fooled around a lot but nothing like that."

"So, why not?"

"Well...I'll explain later."

"Ok, then can we at least go see what your sister is doing?"

"No, house rules, if the door is closed then that means we don't go in. Period."

"What?"

"Yeah, one of the few rules we have is if the door is open, then anyone can come in, but if it is closed then we have the right to our privacy. You know, unless somebody is screaming bloody murder or something."

"Hah, yeah, that makes sense."

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I woke up the next day in James' bed, and him in the air mattress, we had decided it would be better if we didn't actually sleep together. And honestly I was fine with that. I was even more confused about what I had done last night and I needed to be able to think about it without somebody trying to cuddle up next to me.

I didn't really feel any different than I had before about him, or any other guys for that matter. I liked what I did, but then again, there were so many things wrong about it that I couldn't seem to feel fully ok with it.

That day went pretty normal, all things considered. I'm sure they had to hear us last night, I doubt they didn't know what he and I did, but everyone seemed fine with it. And I guess if everyone else was fine, then so was I.

That evening Aunt Liz suggested we all spend some time in the hot tub. They had just put it in a few weeks ago and everyone was very excited to get in any chance they got. Although, that's what on the surface it might appear they were excited about.

We all went to go change and somehow I was the first one out there. Aunt Liz made her way out in a long robe which she let slide off her at the edge of the tub right next to me and I got a great look staring straight up from under her of her excellent body, even at her age there was only a relatively small amount of sagging in any area. Her swimsuit had to be the smallest one she could possibly fit into and she had no problem standing there a moment and letting me see.

Then she finally she stepped in right next to me, moaning in delight as the warm water enveloped her. Her hand all too coincidentally slid down my arm and then down my inner thigh as she lowered herself into her seat. And there her hand stayed just a couple inches up from my knee on the in between my legs. I was already fully erect.