I got down to the pool first. I sat on one of the chaise lounges and tried to think of something, anything, to take my mind off my aunt’s body. That worked until she came out of the double glass French doors and onto the deck.
She was wearing a two-piece white swimsuit that tied around her neck. It barely contained those large globes of hers. The bottoms were a small triangle of white fabric, tied on the sides, with black trim and a crisscrossing black cord across her mound – like shoestrings, tied at the top.
I must have been staring a little too long.
“Seems like you approve of my suit, Peter?” Delia said.
I pulled up my eyes and saw her smiling face.
“Um, oh yeah,” I said quickly. “It’s great!”
She sat down on the lounge next to me, arranged a towel, then started applying sunscreen. Her hands glided over her petite legs. As she rubbed her stomach, I willed her hands to dive under her suit and rub her boobs. When she stroked her inner thighs, I wanted her to expose her pussy.
“Help me out?” she said, holding out the bottle.
“What?” I said, breaking out of my daydream. “Where?” I asked, taking the bottle and squeezing some of the white liquid onto my fingers.
“Shoulders, and back, if you please,” she said, turning her back to me.
This was crazy, and as I touched and rubbed her shoulders and back, my dick started dancing in my suit.
“That’s great, thanks!” Delia said, laying down on the chaise lounge with the back angled up so she could see me.
To distract myself, I applied sunscreen on my legs and stomach. Delia watched me carefully. Was she trying to make sure I applied it correctly?
“Do your back?” she asked.
“Thanks,” I said, handing her the bottle.
She put sunscreen on both hands and began rubbing it all over my back and shoulders. Her hands were soft and her touch magical. It felt like a massage as she worked the sunscreen into my skin. As her hands stroked the sides of my waist, I fantasized that she would put her hand down the front of my suit and feel my growing erection. She didn’t seem to notice.
“Feels good to get covered all over like that, huh?” she said.
“Oh yeah,” I said, laying down on the lounge. “Felt great!”
“So,” Delia said after a few minutes of silence, “not even a girlfriend?”
I hesitated for a moment before answering. “Not right now. I was seeing someone from school for a while.”
“Ah,” she said, looking at me. “I’ll bet she was beautiful.”
“Um, yeah. Very pretty for sure,” I said.
“Were you guys close?” Delia said, sitting up.
“What do you mean, close?” I asked, looking back.
“Physically,” she said, not taking her eyes off me.
I was getting embarrassed. “We, um, we kissed some if that’s what you mean,” I said, looking away.
“I didn’t mean to pry,” Delia said, not moving. “Just kissing, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Did she want to do more?”
This was getting very personal. “She did,” I answered.
“And why didn’t you?” Delia asked.
I looked over at Delia, who met my gaze with a frank look on her face. “To be honest, I thought she was a bit immature for an 18-year-old.”
“Ah,” Delia said, laying back down and looking out at the pool. “So, you’re looking for someone more mature.”
“I guess,” I said, not sure at all where this conversation was going or why she was being so intrusive.
“Have you ever thought about being with someone older?” Delia asked.
I thought about that for a moment. What was she getting at? “If the opportunity presented itself,” I said, “and she was really good looking, I suppose. I’ve never thought about that as a possibility.”
“Of course,” Delia said. After a pause she said, “If your girlfriend had been mature, what would you have liked to do with her, specifically?”
“Isn’t this getting a little personal?” I said, looking over at her.
She smiled. “Humor me,” she said.
This was a strange conversation to be having with my aunt but … everyone said she was eccentric. I decided I’d teach her a lesson for asking.
“Well,” I started, “I’d love to have her suck my dick and cum in her mouth. Then I’d love to fuck her in the ass!”
“After you’d recovered, of course,” Delia said, seemingly not phased at all.
“Well, sure,” I said, a little taken aback.
“Sounds like fun,” Delia said, still looking out at the pool.
“Huh?” I said, looking at her.
She turned to me and smiled again. “I said, thinking about sucking on your cock sounds like fun. Does it to you? Would you enjoy me giving you a blow job, Peter?”
I just stared at her in amazement. “You want to suck my dick?” I said incredulously.
Delia nodded. “I’ve noticed how hard it was getting while you watched me come out in my suit, and when I applied sunscreen to your body.”
She said this in such a matter-of-fact way, like it wasn’t any big deal to talk about your nephew’s erection.
“I’m kind of embarrassed that you saw me that way,” I said, putting my hands in my lap.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” she said, “and don’t cover up. I love that I turn you on.”
“You do?” I said.
“Oh yeah,” she said, sitting up and facing me. “Listen, I know what you’re thinking, that I’m your aunt and all, and that this conversation is inappropriate.”
“Um, yeah!” I said, noticing that she had spread her legs apart just a bit.
“If I wasn’t your aunt, would you want to fuck me?” she said, spreading her legs just a little more apart.
I found my eyes travelling down to her crotch. We hadn’t gone in the pool, but I noticed a damp patch on her suit.
“See, you’re turning me on too,” she said. “So, would you?”
“Would I what?” I said, feeling a little lightheaded and feeling my dick move sideways in my suit as it grew.
“Fuck me if I wasn’t your aunt,” she said.
I looked up into those wonderful blue eyes and soft featured face. I could see the outline of her nipples clearly through the fabric of her suit. Her stomach was flat and her legs beautiful – and then there was that damp patch. Sexy as anything, no matter her age.
I nodded, a little sheepishly. “I would,” I said, “if you weren’t my aunt. That’s incest.”
“I have this little saying I tell all my guests: ‘What happens at Aunt Cordelia’s stays at Aunt Cordelia’s.'”
“So?” I said.