Aunt Marie turned to glare at my Mom, but when she saw that we were all grinning, she stammered over her accusations, and finally turned back and poked me in the chest. “You’re going to pay for that one, buster.”
“I know. Believe me, I know. Thanks to Dad, I’ll be paying for at least 2 hours. Damn 20 extra pounds. You need to lay off the Twinkies.”
She smacked me again, this time pretty hard. I know she left a hand mark on my arm for a good bit.
“Alright Colin, why don’t you join me up front, and we can load up,” Mom announced.
Dad looked apoplectic. “Certainly you’re not going to ride home in your bathing suits?”
Mom look surprised. “God, I can’t believe we almost forgot. Riding two hours in these wet suits would be miserable. I’m chafing already. Marie, where’d we put the bag with the travel outfits?”
Aunt Marie wore a look of apprehension, before turning to the car. I saw her sigh in relief as she found the tote bag was actually accessible. She struggled for a second to get it loose, then climbed out of the vehicle, bag held high in victory. “Got it.”
Mom passed us clothes to wear on the ride home, and she and Aunt Marie moved into the house to change. While they were gone, Colin and I quickly changed into the outfits she’d held out for us. Just a pair of knit shorts and a t-shirt, but way more comfortable than 2 hours of sitting in wet clothing. We were already wearing the boxers, and they were still wet, so they had to go. Truth is, we went commando most of the summer, so it wasn’t all that unusual. I personally liked the freedom; I hated encasing the ‘boys’ in anything tight.
Mom and Aunt Marie showed up just a couple of minutes later, wearing large baggy t-shirts that reached halfway down their thighs. Mom posed for Dad, lifting the edge of her shirt, displaying some God-awful ugly colored shorts. “Better now?”
Colin and I both gave our Ok’s. Dad had changed into sweats earlier so he was already set. “That’s a little more reasonable,” Dad grudgingly admitted. “Let’s load up.”
The back seat was narrow with the passenger side down. I climbed in, and took a minute to push and tug at the boxes and suitcases next to me, until I had a bit of shoulder room, and a place to rest my arm. Aunt Marie waited patiently, then carefully maneuvered her way in, tucking her t-shirt under her bottom, while we experimented with what worked best for our legs. In the end she sat with her legs outside mine. I was uncomfortable with my legs pressed together, so I opened my knees about a foot, my feet still together. It resulted in pressing Aunt Marie’s legs apart, one up against the door, one against the suitcase wedged in between the front seats. Not the most dainty of positions. It gave me a nice view of a lot of smooth bare thigh.
After Dad completed one last check of the house, he climbed in and started up the engine. “Alright, the end of another great summer. Hell of a last day, huh boys?”
I was caught for a second, wondering if he was talking about the current situation, but Colin recovered faster. “No kidding. We gotta do some more of that pig hunting. That was friggin’ intense.”
“I’ll say,” I added, so it wouldn’t seem like I was too distracted. Not that I didn’t have every right to be. Aunt Marie might not have Mom’s ‘bodacious’ ass, but it felt pretty incredible, pressed against my lap.
The property road was rough, and even off the lane, the main road was still unimproved for the first several miles. It was one of the reason’s we’d bought the Jeep Rubicon in the first place. Not the smoothest ride in the world, but it took to off-roading like a pig to mud.
The interior was loud. With the top off, the wind made things noisy and Dad was cranking his classic rock, which thanks to Sirius, he never had to do without.
I think my Aunt and I both understood this was a good bit beyond our typical play. She’d sat in my lap before, watching a movie at home, but this wasn’t the same. Not by a long shot. We were in our own little private cocoon, and barely clothed.
Dad pulled out very slowly, and I tried to find a comfortable place for my arms and hands. I finally rested them carefully on her legs, about mid thigh. “Is this Ok?” I asked.
I expected some laughing response, but she just put her hands over mine, sliding them a bit higher. “Nervous?” she asked me.
“A little.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll be fine. I trust you.”
My fingers were slowly sliding along her skin, the smooth soft silkiness of her inner thigh. We reached the end of the open driveway, and Dad sped up a bit, as we disappeared into the trees.
Almost immediately we hit a big bump which killed any ideas of propriety we might have had. She bounced across my lap with a squeal, hitting the door hard, her shirt twisting under her. My hands reached out, grabbing one thigh way too high under normal circumstances, and struggling to keep her from falling into the foot-well. Her t-shirt slid almost up to her chest, during a second almost equally bad bounce, and she was lying on her back in my lap, her legs pointed at the ceiling, her knee practically giving me a black eye.
My eyes were drawn between her legs. She wasn’t wearing shorts. Hell, she was barely wearing panties. I don’t know if Dad would think this was better than bathing suits.
Aunt Marie gasped, struggling to sit upright, and I tried to help, when the next bad bounce turned her sideways on my lap, and I had to grab her butt to stop her from sliding off of me. I gripped her rear tightly, fighting to keep her in place, and miraculously we got her seated again.
Thanks to the panties she was wearing, that grip was more skin then cloth. I didn’t want to ever let go.
She had her hands and feet braced against anything she could find, and stared at me with real surprise. I reached forward and pulled her shirt around, where it had gotten twisted, and straightened it out so it covered her pretty little panties again. The bouncing was continuous but manageable for the moment. I held her shirt tail in my hand and on a bigger bounce, quickly slid it under her butt.
“There. Back to PG-13,” I teased.
We both started giggling, and she laughed out loud when she was launched, landing hard on my lap.