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.