Aunt Nina's Swimsuit

"Huh-how do I do it?" I asked, confused by the rush of temptation.

"Drizzle it on and rub it in," my aunt replied. She reached back and lifted the hair away from the nape of her neck and tilted her head forward. "Start up here," she said. "Then work your way down. Start with my neck and shoulders and go all the way to my bottom."

I dithered, looking at my aunt while I wondered where to position myself. I thought about going to her head so I could kneel and lean over and get at her that way. Which would work for her neck and shoulders, but would mean I'd have to get up and just about shove my cock into her face to work at her lower down. I could also get behind her and kneel on the lounger between her calves, but that would mean she'd have to open her legs a little, which would mean I'd be able to get at least a peep at her pussy. It was a tempting prospect, and sent a surge of excitement rippling through me, yet still made me gulp with a weird mix of fear and anxious anticipation when I thought about what I might see.

That nervousness and high arousal made me stammer as I said, "Shuh-should I get behind you, Aunt Nina?"

Nina's head was back down on the hands by then.

She breathed out a sigh as a sign of her exasperation and said, "I don't bloody care. Just get the fucking stuff on my back, Craig. I'm going to burn."

I stared at her after she dropped the F-bomb. It wasn't something I'd heard my aunt say too much before. I'd heard the occasional burst of frustration and anger when she'd told me about her latest disaster, but she wasn't a woman prone to foul language.

"Okay," I said, moving towards her feet. "Shift a bit, Aunt Nina," I added, tapping the back of her leg. "I need to get on here with you."

My aunt swivelled at the waist and looked back at me. She was on one elbow, her body creased at the middle, the whole of one breast exposed.

Aunt Nina pushed her sunglasses into her hair, then said, "On here with me?"

The sight of her bare boob caused a fist of desire to close inside me. Carnal longing clenched tight in a primeval tug at my vitals. I could see my aunt's nipple all fleshy and long in the pale disc of its areolae, the shape and obvious weight of her boobs swelling my throat as I gawked at her body.

"To put this on you," I managed to say. I held up the bottle and stupid with need went on to add, "The lotion, Aunt Nina. I'll have to get on the lounger to reach your shoulders."

She gave me a look which closely resembled suspicion. Like she questioned my motives.

"Do you need to, Craig?" she asked, apparently oblivious to the effect her exposed breast had on me.

I nodded: "So I can reach."

I had meant to kneel between her legs, but my aunt must have had a different picture inside her head.

"You're going to be sat on my bottom," she said.

I looked at her, puzzled.

"Huh?" I said.

"With your knees either side of me," my Aunt Nina went on. You'll be knelt over me, yeah?" Then she swivelled further, the movement showing off both of her boobs. "There," she said, pointing behind her.

Aunt Nina sighed and rolled her eyes. Turned so she was on her front again.

She said, "Go on. If you have to," and settled her cheek against her hand-pillow once more.

I sucked in a deep breath and, thwarted from my original hope of seeing her pussy, but excited because I'd seen her breasts, climbed onto the lounger, my knees either side of her hips.

Then I drizzled the gloop onto her shoulders in a horizontal line across her back.

"Ooh," my aunt cooed. "Rub it in good."

I sighed and gulped and then curled into touch my aunt's skin.

***

She made the wrong sounds. The little sighs and soft moans of pleasure coming out of her did nothing to curb my ardour. My cock was rigid and I was on fire with need, my hands working the goo into her body, my aunt's skin slick and shiny as I went lower.

While I massaged the lotion into her back, I leaned in and pressed my cock against her buttocks, even rubbed myself over her a couple of times, really pressing against her, bold with desire.

"Is that okay, Aunt Nina?" I asked through a gurgle.

"Lovely," she breathed, head moving as she nodded against her hand.

I dared to sweep my hands over her flanks, deliberately kneading the parts of her breasts I could get to. My aunt didn't say a word to stop me when I lingered for an inordinate time on the squashed flanks of her boobs.

"Sure it's all right?" I asked.

"Lower on my back," she said, squirming against me. "That's enough up there. You need to get lower down now."

It was with a little reluctance that I moved away from her rump. It had been a thrill touching her boobs. Even though I'd only managed to get a feel at the squidgy outer flanks, it was still a part of my aunt I shouldn't have been feeling. Then, as I moved off her body, I realised I could probably take a sneaky grab at her bottom. I could work low down on her back and claim I needed to wipe my hands clean, my palms going over those globes.

Excitement roiled within when I got to work on her back. My cock leaked pre-cum into my shorts. I was so aroused I had a real fear I might come just from touching my aunt.

"Maybe I should get you to give me a massage," Aunt Nina chuckled. "You're bloody good, Craig. I could doze off like this."

"Glad you like it," I said, wondering if she meant it for real. "But I'd have to do your front, too, Aunt Nina," I said. Which turned out to be going a step too far over some invisible line.

She didn't reply immediately. My aunt just lifted her head and looked at me askance.

Then I saw her pout a second before she said, "I don't think your mother would approve of that little caper. That might be going a bit too far, Craig. Me being naked with you giving a massage. My boobs and everything...?"

She didn't say it unkindly, just put it out there in a way that had my cheeks burning with chagrin.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, hands slowing on her back. "I didn't mean..."

My aunt sighed and said, "Don't worry, Craig. I suppose it was my fault for making that comment anyway." She smiled and me and rolled her eyes, then glanced towards her buttocks. "Don't stop," she added. "You haven't finished yet."

She settled back down and I slowly started to work at her again, my passion cooling after her gentle rebuke.

I smeared lotion over her back close to her waist, working it down over her flanks before my palms got closer and closer to the little dimpled indentations just above her rump.

"I've got a lot of lotion left on my hands, Aunt Nina," I said, thinking I'd still wipe my hands off over the cheeks of her bottom. "I just have to clean it off and you're all done."

"Oh!" my aunt yipped when I kneaded her buttocks. "My bottom, Craig," she said. "That's a bit personal, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," I told her, on fire again.

The texture of her flesh was too much to resist. I didn't care if she objected. I was too fired up from touching her backside to worry.

"But I do have a lot of this stuff on my hands," I gurgled, and then I was squeezing and rubbing again, really getting a good grope of her buttocks.

"Oh, God," Aunt Nina sighed. Her tone was exasperated, like I was a little kid with a noisy toy that I wouldn't leave alone. She went up onto her elbows and swivelled around to regard me. "Just this once, Craig," she added. "But if your mother were here..."

My aunt trailed off and rolled her eyes.

"But just this time, okay? You might as well keep on going. I could do my bottom and legs myself, but you're halfway done now. You might as well finish me off."

I want to finish off all over your face, I thought to myself.

I pictured the scene: my aunt on her knees, her tits in her palms, fingers mauling her own boobs while she grinned at me and told me to come on her face. I gulped in response and struggled against the urge to haul out my cock.

Out loud, I said, "Your bum and your legs?"

She nodded.

"It's a bit ... wrong," my aunt told me. "But what the hell. You've already had your hands on my bum. Just not a word to your mother – okay?"

"Jesus, Aunt Nina," I blurted. "No way. God, why would I say anything to her?"

"Well, just don't," she told me. "She wouldn't understand at all."

I gulped and nodded and caressed her buttocks, my fingers squeezing her globes as she rested her head back on her hands.

"I think that's enough attention to my bottom, Craig. You're getting a bit too intimate there."

I apologised again, then moved my hands down over her thighs.

The words were out before I could stop them: "You've got a really great bottom, Aunt Nina," I said.

My aunt let out a sigh.

She tutted and said, "Craig, really. You shouldn't say things like that to me."

My fingers were down between her thighs, going in deep where they had no business being, the lotion going on slick when I just brushed Aunt Nina's vulva with the writer's palm and outside edge of my pinkie finger.

"Craig," she warned, twisting around. Nina glared at me and said, "Don't do that again."

"I didn't mean it," I lied, the arousal there in the crack in my voice.

"Yes, well, be careful. This has gone a bit further than I intended already. Just remember who I am. Just remember I'm your mother's sister. Remember who it is your touching. You can't get all worked up and randy with me."

I mumbled another apology and managed to get my hands away from anywhere that might get me into trouble. I smoothed the gloop into the backs of her knees and went on down to her calves. Then I did it. I was staring at her buttocks, the globes so tempting, my head ducking in so I could kiss one of the cheeks.

"Did you just kiss my bottom?" she asked, tone aghast. "You did, didn't you, Craig?"

My aunt was up on her elbow once more, her eyes locked on my face.

"I couldn't help it, Aunt Nina," I said, cheeks all hot. "I think you've got an incredible body. You're gorgeous. I've been touching you and it makes me feel really..."

I couldn't say it to her. I looked at her face and just couldn't bring myself to use the words to tell her how horny I was.

"I thought as much," my Aunt Nina said. "You do know it's wrong, don't you, Craig? Getting all worked up because you've been touching me isn't something you should allow to happen. I'm your aunt. We're related, Craig."

I was looking at her exposed breast as I croaked a reply, my hands still slipping and sliding over her legs down at the calves and shins, my cock pulsing with need.

"I know that, Aunt Nina. Of course I do."

"Perhaps you should stop? I think maybe I've let it go too far."

"Please," I blurted, too horny to think about what I was saying. "Can't I just make sure I've rubbed it all in. I won't be weird, I promise."

It was a ridiculous thing to say. Who was I trying to kid?

I expected her to mug me off, to sit up and swat my hands away from her legs. But, to my gape-mouthed delight, my aunt just stared at me for a few seconds, then rolled her eyes and sighed and said, "Oh, God, go on then. But don't take too long over my bottom. I'm sure you've rubbed half the bottle onto my bum."

When she settled back down, I got up onto my feet. Then I used one hand over her body while I hauled my shorts down with the other. My cock sprang out, the jib enormous, the length of me as hard as I'd ever known it to be.

"I really like doing this, Aunt Nina," I said, a hand cranking my cock. "I'd love to rub sunscreen on you any time you like. I don't mind at all. All you have to do is ask."

Oblivious to me cranking my dick, my aunt replied with, "I'm not sure about that. Not if you're going to get carried away. It isn't the right thing to do, Craig. There's something off about you getting turned on by me."

"But you got naked," I said. "That wasn't fair. I can't help how it made me feel when I saw you like this."

"Are you okay?" my Aunt Nina asked.

I don't know if it was what I was saying, the way that I said it, or because I was only using one hand on her bottom, but something made her ask the question and then lift up and swivel at the waist.

She turned so fast her sunglasses fell out of her hair. They clattered down onto the deck, her eyes on my dick.

"Oh my, God," my aunt breathed. She gawped at my hand as I fisted my length, her face slack with the shock. "Craig!" she yelped, eyes wide, her focus set on my dick. "You're naked ... You're wanking!"

"I'm sorry," I groaned, one hand still working her buttocks. "But I'm going mental looking at you. Can I just do this? Can I do it so I can feel better, Aunt Nina? I just need to get it out. Please," I gasped, mad with my need.

"Shit," she said, still staring at my cock. "I don't bloody believe it. I don't believe you're doing that right in front of me."

"I wouldn't," I said on a moan. "But seeing your body..."

I gulped and shook my head, my eyes on her breasts.

"Your boobs are fantastic, Aunt Nina. Please, can I just touch you? Just once. Just for a second. Can I touch your boobs?"

"I don't think I should..."

She was still staring at my cock when she said it. Then she sighed and shook her head. Looked me in the face.

"But I suppose it's my fault. I should have known better than to strip bare in front of you. You're young and were always bound to get ideas. Even if I am your aunt."

I gaped at her, so surprised to hear that she might actually let me fondle her breasts I stopped wanking.

"You mean I can touch you?" I gasped.

Aunt Nina rolled her eyes: "You're touching me already, Craig. Your hand's been on my arse all this time."

"I think you're lovely," I moaned.

"So you keep saying."

My aunt glanced down at her front, then looked me in the eye and added, "Go on then. Just this once. Touch me and get this over with."

She looked at my dick, then continued with, "Wank that thing and come. Then we'll never mention this again. I'll wear the bloody swimsuit next time I come out here. I'll forget about an all-over tan."

I was hardly listening. I was too busy squeezing and feeling her breasts, the spongy softness firmer than I'd imagined.

"Oh," I groaned, my hand working my cock. "That's lovely, Aunt Nina ... Please, can I suck them?"

My aunt looked at me, aghast.

"God," she said on an outrush of breath. "You just keep on pushing, don't you?"

"Please?" I said through a sob of pleasure, my palm full of her tits. "Just for a second."

"Will it help you to come?" she asked. "Will it get you off faster? Will we be able to get back to normal?"

I nodded, keen for her to let me suck her nipples.

"Yes, Aunt Nina," I gasped.

"Then I suppose it's all right. The sooner you come, the sooner it's over."

I was soon snuffling at her flesh, mauling her boobs after she moved and sat upright. My aunt thrust her impressive frontage at me, shoving her tits into my face, legs together so I still couldn't see her pussy. All I could see between her thighs was a tantalising glimpse of dark pubic fur.

"Oh, God," I mumbled around a mouthful of breast. "They're fantastic. I mean it, Aunt Nina," I said as I mauled those big boobs. "You're just so sexy. I love your body. I love these big fucking tits."

"You're supposed to be wanking off," my aunt put in. "You're supposed to get it done, Craig. This really is going too far. Let go of my boobs," she said, shoving me away from her breasts. "Here, look at my bottom again. Feel it if you must. But please, please just come. I want this over with quickly."

She went back onto her front, head going down to her hands.

"I can't look," my Aunt Nina added, closing her eyes. "It's just so bloody wrong to watch my nephew tugging his dick."

"Can I touch you between the legs?" I asked on a croak, my hand at my cock.

"I don't fucking believe you, Craig," she said.

But my aunt still squirmed and opened her legs, her thighs moving apart.

"There. Happy now? Just a few seconds, Craig. That's all. But there's my pussy. Touch it and come. Please, just hurry up."

I let go of my cock so I could use both hands. I first eased my aunt's thighs wider apart, then splayed her buttocks to make the labia peel apart with sticky reluctance.

"You're wet," I mumbled when I felt her pussy. "God, Aunt Nina, I can see it all shiny and pink."

"Oh, God," my aunt gasped when my thumb worked at her clit. "What are you doing? You shouldn't touch me there. Not on my clit."

I ducked in and kissed her bottom again, grazed her skin with my teeth, a finger moving into her body.

"Craig!" she yelped. "I didn't say you could finger inside my pussy. Just a few seconds of touching, I said."

But, even as she spoke, she raised her hips and angled her pelvis to make it easy for me.

"I don't fucking believe I'm letting you do it," Aunt Nina said on a gasp.

She lifted her head and clawed at the towel, a moan bubbling forth before she went on to groan, "Hurry up and come. I think we should stop this soon."

"Yeah," I replied. "Just a bit longer."

I eased a second finger in alongside the first. Then curled the digits so I could rub her insides.

"Oh, Craig, that's just so bloody wicked. You can't finger me like that. What if I come? It's just too humiliating to think about. I can't come for you. Jesus," she added, sobbing the blasphemy before going on to moan, "I can't climax in front of you. I can't let you see me come."

"But you're beautiful, Aunt Nina," I said, my thumb at her sphincter. "You can come if you want to. I'd love to watch."

"No," she mumbled. "That's going too far. And you shouldn't be playing with my arsehole, either. You just don't know when to stop, do you?"

"I need you to get up," I said, teasing the dark smudge of her anus. "Kneel up, Aunt Nina. Shove your bottom up high. I'll come if you do that for me. I want to see your big tits swing around. Seeing that will make me come for sure."

"You're a filthy little bastard, Craig," my aunt said through a groan. "God, if I'd known it would end like this..."

She complained but still got up, her weight on her knees and hands, arms straight as she rocked back and forth, my finger rubbing her cunt.

"Your fingers," she moaned. "God, I can feel them moving inside me. This is just wrong."

I got behind my aunt. Stood and crouched and held my dick in one hand as I slid my fingers out of her pussy.

"Is that still your fingers?" Aunt Nina asked when I slid my cock halfway inside her. "It doesn't feel like your fingers," she said.

"I'll only put it in half-way," I said, holding her hips. "Just for a couple of seconds. I won't put it all the way in."

But I was moving even as I told her the lie. I held her hips and went in deep, her pussy all hot and wet and tight around my girth.

"We can't fuck!" my aunt cried, creased at the waist. She looked at me with shock in her eyes, then went on to add a gasping, "You can't put your cock inside me, Craig. This is incest. It's wrong. We shouldn't be like this together. You can't fuck me."

"Just a couple of strokes," I groaned, my hips starting to work.

"Just a few," she gasped in reply. "A couple of seconds, Craig."

"You're so fucking hot, Aunt Nina," I said, her buttocks shivering as I slammed into her pussy.

"This is a one-off, Craig," she told me. "It won't ever happen again."

I looked at her face and saw her eyes glaze over. My aunt sucked on her lower lip, holding it between her teeth, her skin under my palms while I held her tight and fed her pussy my cock.

"Okay," I moaned, thrilled to be fucking my aunt. "Whatever you say."

"I mean it," she said. "This is just for now. You caught me out with the massage, Craig. It got me going. The sun and gin," she said after a gasp. "That's what got me horny. And I'm always randy when I'm hungover."