Norma Egan

Between auntie_s thighs

CHAPTER ONE

Karen Jordan, a tall cool-looking blonde of thirty-five, watched intently as the boy walked onto the diving board and prepared to plunge into the pool. Specifically, she watched his crotch, and she was thinking, Oh, to be young again!

Karen's dark-blue eyes focused lingeringly on the well-defined bulge of the kid's skimpy trunks, and as he bounced up and down on the diving board in preparation for his leap, she thought she detected a slight quivering there.

What did that bulge represent? His balls? His cock? Her feverish speculation grew. She wondered what he looked like without clothes. God, he had a nice body-broad shoulders, small waist and hips, strongly muscled arms and legs. His sleek young body was deeply tanned, but the hair on his head and chest was white-blond.

Karen tried to imagine his cock, a sturdy stiff pole of flesh with a rosy tip. She felt an answering warmth in her crotch, a melting sensation. She imagined the boy crawling over her, thrusting his swollen dick into her…

"Hey, Aunt Karen," the boy called, "dig this."

He executed a neat clean dive into the pool, and her horny vision was scattered. Karen sighed softly.

Dirty old woman, she thought.

The boy's head broke water, and he swam toward her, grinning, showing perfectly even white teeth. She noticed he had freckles. My God, he was so young…

"How was that, Aunt Karen?" he called.

"Beautiful, Mark," she said, forcing a smile.

The boy was her nephew Mark, now her adopted son.

Karen looked around at the rest of her family. Her husband Bill, an attractive graying man of forty, was tanning himself on a big towel by the edge of the pool. Her niece Stacy, Mark's sister, was preparing to dive.

"Watch, me, too, Aunt Karen," Stacy pleaded.

"Okay, honey, I'm watching," said Karen.

Watching all too intently… Karen noted.

Stacy's delicious young curvy figure, the bobbling round breasts, the deep tan combined with platinum hair just like her brother. Yes, to be young age…

Karen rolled over on her towel and buried her face in her arms. She found she was quivering with need. How long since she and Bill had made love? Three weeks? Four? It didn't matter. Their sex life was dead, dead of boredom. Yet she hungered for a mans touch.

And now she had these kids. As if she didn't have problems enough.

Two weeks ago Karen's older sister Betty had been killed in a car crash, leaving her children orphaned. Karen hadn't seen her sister or the kids in years, but when she learned that no one else would take Mark and Stacy, she and Bill readily agreed to adopt the teenage brother and sister. The Jordans had no children of their own.

Now Karen was wondering if she'd made a mistake. The kids had been with them only a week, and already they'd made her life a turmoil. Not by any fault of their own. It was just that Stacy reminded her how old she was getting, how time was running out. And Mark – well, dammit, that fine young body of his frankly aroused all the deep longing she'd been trying so hard to repress.

"Aunt Karen, you didn't watch me," Stacy said reproachfully.

"I'm sorry, dear," said Karen. "It's so hot out here, I'm falling asleep. I'd better go in now."

Karen got to her feet, her shapely body rising to its full five-feet-seven. For a thirty-five-year-old woman she was in excellent shape, with fine long legs, nipped-in waist, and large firm pointed breasts. She wasn't too old for the tiny blue bikini she was wearing. But next to Stacy, she felt ancient.

"I'm going to go lie down inside," she said. "Have fun. I'll see you at dinner."

Mark and Stacy waved at her, then started to splash each other, shouting and giggling. Karen wondered how Bill could sleep through that racket. She turned and went into the house.

In fact her husband Bill wasn't sleeping. He was sneaking looks at his niece.

Bill Jordan lay face down, seemingly asleep, but whenever it seemed safe he risked a long hungry look at Stacy. Jesus, what a sweet little piece of ass. The girl was wearing a tiny red bikini held on with a few thin strings. He wished the strings would break.

With a shriek Stacy leaped from the pool and ran around the edge, her brother chasing her. Her sweet round tits, the size of large oranges, bounced furiously. Her little round butt bounced, too. She was so young. And Mark was a another teenager.

Yes, Bill thought, I'm old enough to be their father.

And now he was their father. He and Karen had adopted the kids a week ago and brought them home to suburban L.A. He wondered if it had been a mistake. In terms of years, he was old enough to be their father, but when he looked at Stacy he definitely didn't feel paternal. He felt like a drooling rapist.

"Uncle Bill, help!" Stacy squealed.

Bill raised his head and looked. Mark was close behind his sister, mischievously trying to untie her bikini bra. The boy kept reaching for the string, Stacy just managing to stay ahead of him. In a way, Bill wanted Mark to succeed. He'd love to see those adorable little boobs of hers.

On the other hand he was supposed to be their father, keep them in line, and it wouldn't do for Mark to run around undressing his kid sister.

Forcing a laugh, Bill sprang to his feet, and as Stacy streaked by him, he caught Mark by the shoulders. The boy laughed, too, and they wrestled at the edge of the pool. The kid was strong, stronger than Bill had imagined.

Bill was older, taller, and heavier, but Mark had youth and energy. As they grappled, Bill found himself panting.

"Hey, Sis," Mark called, "I'm gonna dump Uncle Bill in the pool, and then I'm gonna get ya."

"Oh, no," Stacy squealed. "You have to beat him, Uncle Bill."

Bill tried to remind himself that this was all in fun, just a little horseplay. Yet he felt like he was fighting for his honor. He couldn't let a teenager kid dump him in the pool. He fought harder, showing off for Stacy.

"Aaggghh!" Mark shouted.

Bill got him off balance, shoved, and Mark went crashing into the pool. Stacy squealed with delight, clapped her hands, and then ran up to Bill, hugging him.

"Oh, Uncle Bill," she purred, "that was super. You're so strong."

Bill swelled with silly pride. Unfortunately his pride wasn't the only thing that swelled up. As Stacy rubbed her warm curvy little body against him, he felt his cock getting hard…

He looked down at her. She was a whole foot shorter than him, and he could see right down her bra, into the plump cleavage of her ripe young tits, down the front of her tiny red bra. He saw just a hint of light pink nipple, bumpy and rigid from swimming.

Oh, Jesus, he would have loved to slip his hand down there and cup one of those sweet round boobs. He hugged Stacy back, resisting the temptation to pat her on the ass, that adorable little wriggling butt.

Mark surfaced, spitting and laughing.

"Hey, Uncle Bill," he said, "two rounds out of three, okay?"

Bill scarcely heard him. He was acutely aware of his hard-on, though. What if the girl saw it? He couldn't stand there in front of Stacy with his dick sticking out lewd and hard.

"Uh, not today, Mark," he said lamely. "Think I'll go in now."

Bill beat a hasty retreat to the house. Jesus Christ, he was going to have to learn to control himself better than that. Stacy was his daughter now, she'd be around all the time. He couldn't get a cock-stand every time she smiled at him.

"Shit," Bill muttered, padding down the carpeted hall in his bare feet.

If only he and Karen were still getting it on, maybe he wouldn't be acting like an idiot over a teenage girl. But their sex life had been dull for years, and lately it had practically stopped. They'd been married so long, fifteen years now. He loved Karen very much, but he longed for variety.

Quietly he opened the door of the master bedroom. Karen often took naps in the afternoon, and he didn't want to wake her.

She was stretched out naked on the bed, still a beautiful sight in any man's eyes. Tall, honey blonde, with a superb voluptuous body and big size 40-D tits, his wife was a treat to look at. It was just that he'd seen her so often.

She had the curtains closed, and the strong afternoon sun came through a filtered yellow, making her tan body glow. She lay on her side with her back to him. The large shapely rounds of her ass seemed to be quivering slightly. "Ohhh," she moaned.

"Honey?" said Bill. "Are you all fight?"

She flinched, then lay still.

When she didn't answer him, Bill assumed she'd been dreaming. He slipped off his swimming trunks and lay down beside her, keeping maximum distance between them. He wanted desperately to jack off, but he didn't want Karen to notice.

His cock was standing straight up from his belly, rosy stalk swollen taut, blue veins standing out. The purple head of his dick oozed big gobs of horny juice. Feeling childish and silly, he began to pump himself. He had to have some relief from that aching hard-on.

But, Jesus, what a stupid state of affairs. A gorgeous woman lay naked not two feet away from him, and a delicious little teenage chick was just outside – and here he was jerking off like a guilty teenager.

Well, he couldn't have Stacy. A man couldn't ball his own adopted daughter. And it was no use trying with Karen. She seemed to have lost all interest in sex these past few years. Sighing, he pumped faster on his swollen throbbing stalk…

Hell, Karen was thinking. It was the very worst time for Bill to show up.

After leaving the others at the pool, she'd retreated to the bedroom for an urgent purpose, to bring herself off, to get some relief from the boiling sexual tension she'd developed from watching Mark. It was a silly infantile habit, masturbating, but it was the only thing she could do.

She'd stripped quickly, laid down on the bed, and eased a stiff finger between the furry wet lips of her pussy. She always started that way, stroking her hot little joy button, moaning softly. It felt so nice. In a while, when she was wet and eager, she'd use her fingers like a cock.

The real thing would have been much better, of course, but where was she going to get it? She lusted for Mark, but he was her blood nephew, her adopted son, and only a teenager. She'd have to be crazy to even consider making love to him.

No use asking Bill, either. He wasn't interested in sex any more, hadn't been for some time. Her only recourse was her hand. It made her ashamed to touch herself like that, but she couldn't stand the tension a moment longer.

Karen stroked her little slick clit, moaning and whimpering as sweet, hot sensations rippled through her belly. She thought back to the time when she and Bill were still hot for each other, the wonderful fucks they'd had, and her aroused cunt creamed heavily, wetting her stroking finger.

Where had that excitement gone? Once she and Bill couldn't keep their hands off each other. They were balling two and three times a day. She used to cream at the sight of him, but now she yawned.

And she letched for a teenage boy.

"Ohhh," Karen moaned, half in exasperation, half in growing pleasure.

Her finger kept up its good work, arousing her little wet clit into stiff sensitive erection. She rubbed faster, and juice sizzled from her hungry twat to soak her finger. Soon, very soon, she would slip that stiff finger lower into her seething pussy, slip it into her flooded cunt, pretend it was Mark's rigid young cock…

At the very thought of her sexy young nephew, she moaned again, louder this time, forgetting caution.

"Honey?" came Bill's unexpected voice. "Are you all right?"

Karen flinched in surprise. She hadn't heard him enter the room. Her face flamed. Fortunately she had her back to him, and he couldn't see her feverish eyes, her flushed face, or her shamelessly probing finger.

She slipped her soaked finger off her clit, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep. She was so aroused, so desperate, that she could hardly keep still. Dammit all, what a lousy time for her husband to arrive.

She waited, quivering with need, till she thought he was asleep. She just had to beat off, get rid of that tension. If she was very quiet about it, she might manage. At last, when she had heard no sound from Bill for several minutes, she quietly slipped her finger back onto the plump scorching button of her clit.

Bill noticed it again, the strange gentle rhythmic movements of his wife's richly curved ass. What the hell…! Was she having some strange dream? He heard her sighing softly.

He hoped she wasn't going to turn over and wake up. She'd sure as hell catch him in an awkward position if she did. He lay on his back, listing his erect cock, pumping himself like a horny kid. His dick was enormously swollen, drooling thick steamy juice.

"Ummm," Karen murmured.

Her sweet creamy-skinned ass continued its strange contortions, and then Bill noticed a little trickle of cunt cream progressing slowly down her thighs. He reddened. It didn't seem possible, didn't seem at all in character for his beautiful cool wife, but it looked very much like Karen was masturbating.

He felt a rush of disgust – till he looked down and saw his own fist pumping away at his swollen rosy meat. Christ, who was he to condemn her for something he was doing himself? He understood her need, too. It'd been weeks since they'd balled.

Bill watched her more closely, suspending his own movements. Her lushly curved hips and ass were grinding gently now, picking up the pace, and her breathing was hard and hot. From the movements of her arm muscles he could tell she was using her hand. No doubt about it, she was trying to bring herself off.

This is insane, he thought.

Husband and wife lying side by side, frigging themselves, hiding their need from each other – it was crazy. They might not excite each other so much any more, but they didn't have to resort to that.

"Karen," he said gently.

She flinched violently, and he could see her whole body redden. He understood. He'd be ashamed as hell if she caught him jacking off. Her hip movements stopped and she lay very still, faking sleep again.

He knew better. He moved toward her, letting his long rigid dripping prick lead the way. He snuggled his chest against her back, felt her soft creamy butt settling into his lap.

Karen had wanted to scream when he interrupted her the second time. She'd been so close to fulfillment, so close to the delicious moment when she'd ease her stiff finger into her soaked twat and fantasize that it was Mark. Bill's interruption couldn't have come at a more cruel moment.

Then she felt her husband moving on the bed, snuggling up to her. That familiar body, the broad hairy chest, the trim hips, the long muscular legs, pressed against her back. He was a handsome man even at forty, well-preserved, and probably very sexy-looking to other women. But he no longer turned her on, and she knew he was bored with her, too.

So what did he want?

She got her answer very quickly. She felt her husband's cock, hard and hot and throbbing, nosing between her clenched thighs.