Nothing too serious in this one. Just wanted to drop something out there. A nephew sees his hot aunt and lusts for her body. She's in a swimsuit but wants an all-over tan.

I hope you find the following entertaining. There are probably errors in the text -typos, etc. I've been over it a couple of times but they always creep back in when I'm not looking.

Feedback is appreciated.

All characters are over 18. Any resemblance to anyone either living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Thanks for reading.

GA – Ranong, Thailand – 9th of December 2016.

***

She was out by the pool when I went out. I paused by the big doors overlooking the deck. Took a good look and felt the illicit thrill stir me up. I shouldn't have been looking. I shouldn't have been thinking what I was, but I just couldn't help it. She was forty-seven years old. Stacked. Had a pornstar figure and face. I looked at her and my cock got hard, my mind conjuring up a lewd fantasy of her down on her knees, all submissive as she sucked my cock. In true porn film fashion, she took my jizm over her face, strings of snotty gloop clinging to her hair while she took burst after burst of the stuff over her face and her boobs.

"Fuck," I muttered, knowing I'd have to wank off.

If I didn't pull my cock and get some release, I'd be all stupid and reckless and probably do something to earn a slap round my face. And I couldn't afford to make any inappropriate moves. Not on her. After all, it's the sort of thing that's frowned upon in most families. It wouldn't be proper to offer my own mother's sister my cock.

But I could make up some things inside my head and yank myself to orgasm. Nobody had to know about that.

I stood there for a few seconds longer, soaking up the detail of long blonde hair piled up on top of her head, the sunglasses and one-piece swimsuit, the lycra-type material stretched over her boobs, all that décolletage on display. After that, after adjusting my dick so it wasn't such an obvious ridge in my shorts, I stepped onto the deck.

"Here, Aunt Nina," I said. "G&T. Large. Ice and a slice of lime. Just like you asked for."

My mother's sister moved to take the glass, moving her body, her figure drawing my eyes as excitement ballooned within.

"Thanks, sweetie," she drawled, her voice hoarse with last night's excess. "Hair of the dog," added my aunt. "Kill or cure," she said with a grin.

My aunt had arrived the previous day. She'd flown in from England already half-cut, the drinking going on until past midnight as she gossiped and told me her most recent tale of woe. As usual, my aunt, with a face and body which always seemed to get her the wrong kind of man, was on the tail-end of another broken relationship.

I watched her sip the drink, my attention going down to her bosom. Then I remembered who she was and averted my eyes, desire dribbling south as yearning opened up in a deep aching chasm.

"God, that's foul," my aunt went on.

Regardless of what she said, she took another sip, then leaned away from me to put the drink down on the small plastic table alongside the lounger. The action meant she turned her face way from me, leaned in and gave me a quick look at her rump, the swimsuit stretched tight, the view all about her feminine shape. I gawked at her waist and her hips and her bottom before she settled back into the cushion, the pronounced bulge of her mound obvious as she settled down and got comfortable. It was one of those bathing costumes that was cut high on her hips, a provocative style which exposed a lot of thigh, and even the cheeks of her arse.

Then I was looking at her boobs again, the desire a visceral tug down at my core.

"Are you going to sit down?" she said, eyes obscured behind the huge dark lenses. "Or are you going to loom there all day and block out the sun?"

She waved a hand, an impatient flick of the wrist to indicate I should get out of the way.

The heat rose in my cheeks.

"Uh, sorry," I said, not knowing if she'd caught me gawking or not.

I dragged the other lounger across the decking. Lined it up with the angle of my shadow. Checked the sun and then settled down onto my front to mask my erection.

***

The chirrup of her mobile phone brought me out of a doze. I opened my eyes and lifted my head in time to see my aunt do the leaning forward thing again. When she moved in to grab at her phone, I had a great view of her bottom as she strained to get the device. I could see the crease of buttocks, and even thought I could make out the cleft of her pussy, the shocking-green costume all clingy down at that intimate place.

My aunt leaned over so much, I thought the swimsuit was going to get all wedged up between her buttocks.

"Hi, Rachel," I heard my aunt say. She settled back down on her back, the phone at her ear. "What?" added my aunt as she levered upright.

She pushed her sunglasses up into her hair, and I took the opportunity of her distraction to ogle her boobs, her breasts big and round and compressed, a magnet for my gaze.

As I soaked up the sight, my aunt went on to say, "What do you mean delayed? How long are you talking about?"

That got my attention. We were expecting my mother to arrive that day. Her flight was due in the late afternoon.

"Oh, well, I suppose it can't be helped," Aunt Nina was saying. She shrugged and continued to listen. Then added, "So we'll see you next week?"

My eyes went wide as the question formed on my lips.

"What is it?" I asked when Aunt Nina ended the call.

"Your mum has a problem at work. She can't get away today. Won't be here until Tuesday."

"But it's only Thursday today," I said.

My aunt pulled a face and rolled her eyes.

"Well, yeah," she said. "I know."

"What kind of problem?" I asked.

Aunt Nina shrugged and said, "I don't know. Just some crap at work. All I know is she'll be delayed until Tuesday."

There wasn't much more to be said. I'd heard my aunt's half of the conversation, and it didn't matter much about the why, anyway. The upshot was, my mother would be a few days late. Not that it upset me too much. Not since I could perv at my aunt some more. I was sure I would cope.

Like she could read my mind, my aunt shrugged one more time, then grinned and said, "So, it's just us."

"Yeah," I said, trying for cool and casual.

"Don't suppose you'd be a love and get me another, would you?"

She was smiling and holding out her glass, and I was a slave to her whims. For my Aunt Nina, I'd do just about anything. Something I suspected she was used to from men.

"Okay," I said as I got to my feet.

I took the glass and went to the doors. Went into the villa. Walked to the kitchen and poured a more-than-generous measure over the ice I'd dumped into the glass. A splash of tonic and a slice of the required lime and I was set to go. I took a beer out of the fridge for myself before making my way back to the deck.

There was a moment of deja-vu when she reached for her drink, the sunglasses back on her face. It was the same as earlier. I handed Aunt Nina the glass and had a good look at her body. My cock, which had been on the way down, was suddenly stiff again.

"You're looming, Craig," my aunt said. "Get out of the sun."

I mumbled an apology and stepped aside. Then I settled down onto my chair before taking a deep swig of my beer.

We sat that way for a couple of minutes. Aunt Nina took an occasional sip while I tried to refrain from gawking at her body.

Then, with the sun high overhead, my aunt said, "You know, Craig..."

She paused. I looked at her, expectant.

"What?" I asked.

Aunt Nina grimaced.

"Well," she said, hesitant. "This swimsuit..."

She paused again.

I sat upright and said, "What about it, Aunt Nina?"

I thought she might be going to complain about the colour or something. Maybe the fit. But what I didn't expect was what she said next.

"Well, it covers a lot of me up. And I'm out here in the sun trying to get a tan. I'd rather get brown all over. A bikini would have been a better idea, but..."

My aunt sat up and directed the dark lenses my way.

Then she shrugged and added, "Well, I'd prefer it if I could take this off. You know, for an all-over tan."

All I did was boggle at her. I didn't know what to say. Wasn't sure what exactly it was that she meant.

"If your mother was here," my Aunt Nina continued. "I wouldn't even consider the idea. But, since she isn't..."

I carried on gawking, wondering. Hoping.

"I'd lay on my front," she said after a pause. "If you looked away now, I could just slip out of my costume. I'd lie down and get the sun on my back." She chuckled and rolled her eyes behind the big sunglasses. "Okay, yes, I'd be nude. But I'd be on my front. That wouldn't be too rude, would it, Craig? It'd only be my bottom. And, let's face it," she said with a roll of her eyes. "You can already see most of my arse."

I thought it would be incredibly rude. I'd be able to see her bare backside. She'd be naked.

My hot Aunt Nina in the nude.

I gawped some more before spluttering some inarticulate sound.

"Well, Aunt Nina," I said on a gurgle. "If you ... I mean ... Uhm..."

She blurted a laugh and grinned.

"God, your face," my aunt said. She shook her and smirked, amused. "It isn't such a big deal, is it, Craig? I'd only be sunbathing. You wouldn't be able to see my boobs or anything."

Then Nina paused and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. I could feel her eyes on me despite the lenses.

She looked at me for several seconds, then went on to say, "Or would it be too weird? I suppose it might be incredibly awkward. What do you think? I don't want to embarrass you."

I had no idea what I was thinking. My head was spinning.

"It ... uh ... it's up to you, Aunt Nina," I said. Then I realised I might be on the way to talking her out of doing it and I collected myself enough to add, "But if you're on your front..."

Her head canted towards one shoulder: "You think I'd be okay? You wouldn't be embarrassed, would you? It wouldn't be awkward?"

"I ... I think it'd be all right."

My aunt stared at me for a little while longer before she tilted her face towards the sky.

"Well..." she drawled. "Okay. If you wouldn't mind closing your eyes. I'll tell you when I'm ready."

There was a rush of something taboo inside me. On one hand it didn't seem an unreasonable thing to do. Her logic was clear. She wanted an all-over tan. The bathing suit did show off quite a lot of her boobs, and it was cut quite high and showed off her bottom, but, of course, a lot of her body was blocked from the sun. The outline of the costume would be an inevitable consequence if she kept it on. So why not take it off? Why not get naked? And it all seemed very clear when I thought about it along those lines, but, the thing is, she was a very attractive woman. And she'd be nude in front of a twenty-year old male; and I was her nephew. I might not get a look at her boobs and bush, but my aunt would still be bare, all of her body and buttocks exposed.

I closed my eyes and even turned away, the lust curdled inside me.

"Okay," I said.

A pause and then I heard the aluminium frame of the lounger give a little. The metal creaked and scraped over the deck. I assumed my aunt had moved out of her chair. She'd be standing up and shrugging the costume down over her shoulders. At that very moment, if I turned to face her and opened my eyes, I'd see her breasts. She might protest, might say something to me, but at least I'd have the image imprinted on my memory. I could call it up later on while I chugged my dick. I could call her body to mind. I'd know the reality of it instead of imagining what her boobs were like. I'd actually see their shape. I'd see her nipples. I'd know what the areolae were like, their size and texture.

I might even catch her with the swimsuit halfway down her legs. Then I'd know for sure if she was bald down there. I'd already had the idea my aunt had done something to her pubic bush. The cut of the swimsuit made it obvious she'd made some effort at trimming the foliage between her thighs. It was just a question of how far she'd gone.

I swear I heard the bathing costume whisper its way over her body, the sound of her settling back onto the lounger coming right on cue.

"Another second or two," my aunt said.

There were noises like she was shifting around. Then she sighed.

"Okay, Craig. I'm decent," she told me.

"Are you all right?" I said through a croak when I turned.

I couldn't help it. I had to look. Anyone would.

"Fine," my aunt replied. "It feels a bit strange," she added. "I'm naked and you're right there."

I gulped and stared. Saw the costume in a heap on the deck. Looked at my aunt and saw she was laid on the front, hands for a pillow, her cheek against the inter-laced fingers. She was looking at me, or at least I assumed she had her eyes open. She was still wearing the sunglasses, tendrils of hair loose at her temples, her spine curved where it ran down to the small of her back, the rounded swell of her buttocks drawing my gaze. I could see her breasts compressed against the towel she had draped over the lounger, big squishy pancakes, her body all bare.

Desire swelled my throat when I said, "Yuh-you look okay, Aunt Nina. I ... I can't see anything, really."

"Only my bottom," my aunt put in. "You really don't mind? You're not uncomfortable with me like this?"

I couldn't tell her, but my cock was a little uncomfortable. It was caught up inside my swimshorts. An erection of gargantuan proportions, the thing as hard as steel.

"It's a bit weird," I admitted, the words coming up clotted and thick. "But you look lovely."

I think she blinked when I blurted out the inappropriate remark. I saw my aunt's brow furrow, like her eyes had gone wide in surprise under her glasses. Then she pulled a face and moved one shoulder in what I took to be a shrug.

"Well, thank you, Craig," she said. "That was an odd thing to say to me. I'm your aunt after all. But thanks for the compliment."

Desire made me babble. I looked at my aunt and, in a kind of breathless rush, went on to compound the awkwardness by blurting, "I didn't mean to sound pervy, Aunt Nina. But you do look nice like that. You ... You've got a really great body. I mean your figure. You're lovely. I mean it."

She laughed, a sound halfway amused and halfway nervous.

"Yes, well," she said. "No need to go on about it, Craig."

"I ... I'm sorry," I stammered, heat in my cheeks.

"It's okay," my aunt replied. "Don't worry. And thank you again. It's nice to hear a young man paying me a compliment. Okay, it's a bit strange because it's coming from you. But I suppose you're just young and ... well ... pumping with hormones. Even if we're related, I suppose you might notice things about me."

Then she sighed and added a wistful, "A lot of men do."

My cock was pulsing, and I had half a mind to get it out and start yanking it right there and then. I was close to being reckless with lust, the hot rush of desire so intense I could quite easily see myself working a hand over my dick until the hot stuff burst forth. I could gaze at my aunt and wank myself hard, the spunk flying out of me in a great rush of joy.

I didn't say anything in reply. I couldn't speak, couldn't trust myself to utter a word in case I blurted something really wrong. The heat was on me, the urges close to overwhelming, and all I could think of to do was to grab at my beer and take a few hefty gulps.

"God, that sun feels gorgeous on my skin," my aunt put in. "It's so much nicer than dreary old England," she added, a sigh coming out as she said it. "Your poor mum. Fancy being delayed like that. I was bloody glad to get away, Craig. It's been a hard couple of months."

I nodded and struggled with the dark need inside me.

"This holiday was a great idea, Aunt Nina," I said, finally getting myself under control. "Thanks for booking this place. Thanks for letting me come over, too."

"I'm glad of the company, Craig," she said. "Especially now your mum's going to be late. I wouldn't have liked to be here all on my own."

I didn't comment, and my aunt seemed to settle. The conversation ended, just tapered out, with her on her front while I sat upright and drank my beer, my cock still fully tumescent.

It went on that way for about five minutes or so, and I'd just drained off the last of the beer when my Aunt Nina let out a sigh.

"Shit," she said, lifting her head off her hand. "I'm going to burn."

"Do you want me to go inside?" I asked, thinking she might want to move into the shade.

My aunt frowned. She looked at me and said, "Inside? Why?"

"I thought you might want to get up or something. You know, get under the umbrella. Get out of the sun."

She shook her head and went up onto her elbows, the movement giving me a side-on view of her breast.

I gulped and only just managed to stop myself from pawing my cock.

"You could put lotion on my back," she said. "Would you mind, Craig?"

The lust, which had cooled to a simmer, suddenly boiled again. I gulped, swallowing down on the rush of desire.

"Me?" I said on a croak.

"Well, there's nobody else. And I can't reach round and do it myself, can I?"

"You sure?" I asked, not knowing if I could do it without lunging in for a grope of her boobs.

"It's just rubbing lotion into my back, Craig," my aunt replied.

The way she said it made it seem the most casual thing in the world. Sure, I'm naked; and yeah, you're my nephew. But so what? Don't worry, you'll only be smearing lotion into my skin. Of course, you shouldn't really be touching me. Not with me being nude, and all. But I'll burn if you don't.

I was thinking about it all when my aunt said it out loud, echoed my thoughts: "But I'll burn if you don't. And I don't want a sunburn, Craig."

"But ... But you're naked," I stammered.

"Just this once, Craig. Please. I won't ask again. I promise. Just this once. There's nobody here. It's just us. I won't tell if you don't."

With her eyes concealed behind her sunglasses, I couldn't tell if she was teasing or not. And while I really wanted to get my hands on her body, part of my mind was still capable of warning me against touching my aunt. It might be a simple favour I was bestowing. I would be putting lotion on her skin to protect her from burning, an act of kindness, just helping her out. But I felt the thrill of the illicit. I'd be touching her skin, her body under my fingers, my hands moving over flesh I had no business feeling under my palms.

"I ... I don't know, Aunt Nina," I said on a croak.

"Oh, Craig," she huffed, lenses pointing right at me. "It's only sun lotion. I'm not asking for a massage."

I doubt I could have coped with a full-on massage. It would be difficult enough just smearing lotion onto her back, God knows how it would be if I really got working over her body.

I gulped and sucked in air through my nose.

"You sure it's okay?" I asked in what would be her last chance to change her mind.

"Certain," she told me.

"Okay," I said. "Where is it?"

"In my bag next to the chair," my aunt replied. She pointed a finger, weight remaining on her elbows, breasts against the towel, nipples hidden from view.

I looked down and past her and saw her bag.

"In here?" I asked, leaning in low over the top of my aunt to grab it.

"Yep," she said, nodding.

I fished around inside the bag. Found her cigarettes and lighter. Found a paperback book. Then I touched the plastic bottle and brought it out.

I put the bag down and unscrewed the cap. Looked at my aunt, saw the shape of her body, the sight of her buttocks putting me in a mind to just swat her rump.
"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."
My aunt mauled one breast, her eyes glazing with whatever she felt as I fucked into her body.

"Just this once," she said as she groaned.

"I've been dying to fuck you," I said, smacking her bottom. "I've always fancied you. I've always wondered what it would be like to do this with you."

"Now you know," she moaned. "And I don't believe I'm letting you do it. Bareback as well! What am I thinking! You shouldn't be naked inside me. I can't let you come in my pussy."

"I'll take it out," I said, fucking her deep and hard. "I promise, Aunt Nina."

"You better," she said, a hand underneath her body as she fingered her bean. "I don't want you to lose it all inside me, Craig. That would be bad."

We went on for half-a-minute or more. I fucked my aunt and she babbled about me being naked inside her, about how I couldn't come inside her pussy.

It felt so sweet to hold onto her hips, her sex around my cock, my eyes on the shape of her body.

"Can we do it from the front?" I asked on a groan.

I was close to dumping cum inside my aunt. The surge was so close.

"Just for a few seconds, Aunt Nina. I'll come if I can see your face. I'll come for sure if I watch your big titties wobbling around."

My aunt snorted and moaned, then twisted around again.

"You're a fucking pest," she said, the words coming strained through her teeth. "Okay," she added, easing away to leave my wet cock fucking the air. "But this is the last thing I'll do for you, Craig. We've really gone too far."

She moved around and ended up sat on the lounger, feet coming up as she folded her legs at the knees, thighs going wide. My aunt rested her weight on a hip and an elbow. She splayed her labia. Fingered her clit while she stared at me through eyes heavy-lidded with her own need.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped when I saw the precise strip of fuzz crowning her pussy.

I groaned again, cranking my dick with my fist, the meaty labia holding my gaze, excited by the ugly-beauty of my aunt's ungainly folds.

"Are you going to wank it all over my stomach?" Aunt Nina asked. She looked at me and massaged her boobs, then added, "Or over my tits? I bet you'd love to come on my breasts."

"Uh, can I put it in again? Just for a couple of strokes. Until I get close," I said. "Then I'll pull it out and come."

"Oh, God," my aunt drawled, rolling her eyes. "I suppose so. If you have to. We've gone this far..."

"Oh, you're so lovely," I gasped, sinking in up to my balls.

The way we were positioned meant my face was close to hers. I could look down at our conjunction and see her flaps clinging to my shaft, my cock buttery with blobs of gloop, evidence my aunt was hot for my dick.

I gazed at her face and saw her expression all twisted up as she gasped and moaned, her stare locked with my eyes, her mouth hanging open.

"I shouldn't be fucking," she mumbled, like it was all a sudden surprise. "You shouldn't be bareback inside me."

"You're lovely," I told her, repeating the words.

"No," she said, turning her face away when I moved in for a kiss. "That's going too far, Craig. We can't kiss like that. I only kiss my lovers. Kissing means feelings. Kissing means love."

"Just once," I said, gasping it out, my hips moving as I carried on fucking her pussy.

"We shouldn't ... It's too intimate ... Fucking is sex, but kissing..."

"Please, Aunt Nina. I'll come if I kiss you."

She stared at me, head lolling as I fed my dick into her body. I fucked my aunt and glanced down at her breasts, saw her tits rolling and swaying.

"I'll pull it out and come all over your tummy," I moaned.

"Just one kiss," she said.

My aunt gasped and moaned, hair falling loose.

"Then you have to come. We can't keep doing this all afternoon. We shouldn't be fucking. We have to make it stop soon."

I gulped down on the sudden desire to let it all go into her pussy. I gritted my teeth and sucked in a breath, then moved in to kiss my aunt's mouth.

"This is all so fucking twisted," Aunt Nina mumbled a second before our lips touched.

Then we were kissing, awkward at first, our tongues barely touching. But then the heat took us both and we were moaning and snogging, tongues writhing and dancing, her hands at my shoulders as she shunted her rump back-and-forth.

"You know we're never doing this again, don't you, Craig," she said, her eyes down on where we were joined.

My aunt looked into my face, eyes full of what I took to be awe at the enormity of what we were doing. I felt it, too. I understood exactly what it was were up to. I knew it was wrong, a sin society frowned upon. I thought of my mother and what she would do and say if she knew I was up to my nuts inside her sister's pussy. It wouldn't be pretty. There'd be tantrums and tears and threats. My mum would go mental. Absolutely berserk.

"This is just for now," Aunt Nina added. "Never, ever again."

"Can we kiss again?" I moaned, the heat close to engulfing me whole.

I was close by then. I could feel the rush rising within. It was all about my aunt's face and hair, the look in her eyes as she took my cock and continued to voice her denials. It was all about her body, her shape, the way she moved, her big tits shivering and rolling, her pussy sucking my cock. I looked at her stomach tensing with effort as she rutted up onto my shaft, the skin on her thighs all tight and smooth, calves shapely and a pleasure to look at.

"Oh, God, kissing is love," I heard my aunt mutter.

She hesitated, looking at me, expression full of wonder.

Then we were kissing again, my aunt grunting her pleasure as she fucked up onto my cock.

I said it again, just groaned it out, giving it up so my jizm could flood into my aunt.

"You're so lovely," I said, the joy rising inside me. "Aunt Nina, you're gorgeous."

"Oh no," she said in reply.

My aunt stared at my face, the knowledge there in her look as she groaned, "You're coming inside me. I can feel you coming."

"I'm sorry," I said, not meaning it at all.

Then I moved in to kiss her mouth, expressing my love as I bathed her cervix with cum.