"How close to shore have we drifted?"
"Too damned close," Billy whispered, peeking over the side. He grabbed an oar and pulled hard. The boat swung lazily in the water. Then he was using both oars, keeping his body down. Someone shouted from the shoreline. The nearness scared Margaret half out of her wits.
"Is it Mitch?" she gasped.
"No," Billy said, swearing under his breath. "Oh, shit, it's Betty."
Margaret was sure she heard something in his voice that seemed to say there was more than just a casual acquaintance going between her nephew and her own daughter. Yes, she was sure she'd heard that certain something that said Billy didn't want Betty to know what was going on out there in the lake. After all it was just a family skinny-dipping party. And at least Billy still had his trunks with him if not on him. Would Betty really suspect that her mom was trying to put the make on Billy boy? Margaret wondered if maybe her horniness had been showing lately.
"We'd better head in," she told Billy. Then she had a sudden urge to escape this peculiarly uncomfortable situation. She stood without saying anything and dove into the waves. As she swam, she knew that the flecks of Billy's cream would be washed off her pussy hair. And by the time she got to shore, there'd be no evidence left of their hot tangle in the bottom of the boat. Billy could explain however he wanted. Margaret couldn't bear to have her daughter thinking she was out there seducing her own nephew.
She beat Billy to shore by quite a bit. Margaret could see that there were only embers left of the campfire and that Mitch, Lee and Alice had disappeared. Betty stood there in the wet sand, hands on her hips. She gave Margaret a harsh look. Margaret flicked water from her hands and shook some from her hair.
"Hi, Betty, what happened to the party?"
"You're lucky it broke up early," Betty replied.
"Why what on earth do you mean by that?"
"For God's sake, Mother, I could hear you screaming." Betty bit her bottom lip. "I mean it was absolutely awful!"
"Screaming?" Margaret said, fighting for time to think.
"Yes, screaming." Betty glanced over to watch Billy pulling the boat up on the sand. He kept his eyes averted, pretended to be involved in tying up. "You two make me sick," she said, looking at Margaret again. "You're old enough to be his mother."
"Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions?" Margaret said. "Who do you think you're talking to, young lady?"
"Oh, Mother, how could you?" Betty turned and ran off up the sand. Billy watched her go. Margaret didn't like the look, on his face.
"Was I screaming?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said back, a sheepish smile on his face. "You sure were, Aunt Margaret."
"I told you not to call me Aunt Margaret!" She kicked sand and marched off towards the dying embers of the fire. "Where in hell did my bikini go? Where's Mitch? Aren't you worried about Alice going off with him?" Billy stumbled along behind her.
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you noticed the way my loving husband looks at her?" She plucked her bikini bottom from the sand. Billy stopped next to her and scratched his head.
"Alice and Mitch?"
"Christ, do I have to telegraph it?"
"Aw, come on Margaret, you're just upset."
Margaret hurried up to the house only to find the downstairs empty of people. The kitchen lights were glaring and it looked as if someone had been making a drink and then forgotten it. She screwed the cap on the bottle of Scotch and padded slowly upstairs. Had her relationship with Mitch slipped so far that he would dare to openly seduce his own niece right in front of his wife's jealous eyes. Because Margaret realized that she was still hung up on Mitch.
When she threw open the door of their bedroom she saw her husband, naked on their bed. He was snoring. There was no one else in the room. She let out a sigh and softly closed the door behind her. Then she stripped her bikini and settled in beside him. He roused slightly and rolled onto his side. But he was still sleeping. She scooted down on the mattress until his cock was even with her mouth. It was semi-hard already. He was probably dreaming about Alice, the bastard. Leggy, blonde Alice. Alice of the big tits and tight ass. Margaret didn't give a damn. She wanted something she hadn't got from Billy that evening. Cum. In her mouth. She picked up her husband's prick gingerly and slipped her mouth around it. Then she began to suck. She had to do it very gently or he would awaken. And when Mitch was dreaming, he could be unpredictable. If she played things right though, she could bring him to orgasm before he awakened fully. Afterwards he was never angry. How could any man be angry after getting his cock sucked? Even if he was bored with her, he enjoyed getting his rocks. What a son of a bitch, Margaret thought. He wasn't worth bothering with. But she wanted to keep trying. She wanted him to want her again like when they first married. And no sooner had she thought such noble, wifely thoughts than Margaret was remembering tow terrific that fuck with Billy had been. As she sucked her husband hard, she pretended that Billy was climbing onto her from behind, slipping his big cocktip into her cunt dog-style. She slipped a hand down to rub her clit while she gave Mitch the best head she knew how. And the asshole wasn't even awake to appreciate it.
CHAPTER SIX
Alice found herself in a terrible state. She'd tried to sleep but just couldn't doze off. For a long time she stared at the ceiling, wondering, wishing things that were against everything she knew was right. If only Mitch had at least kissed her before saying goodnight. But he'd been so drunk. The skinny dipping party had gotten crazy. Everybody running around naked and all had just been a big game. A lot of teasing and not much pleasing. And though she sensed that the girls were the ones who teased the boys more than the other way around, tonight it's been Alice who felt the most frustrated. Mitch couldn't have wanted her very badly. He'd just gone upstairs after a couple of feels. Alice wondered if something she'd done had turned him off. Or maybe Margaret was keeping a closer eye on him. But that couldn't be either since Mitch's wife had gone off with Billy in the boat.
Alice wondered if there was something going on between her aunt and her brother. Billy wasn't the type to fool around with older women. Especially when the older woman was his aunt! It was all so far-fetched and nutty. It was the strangest household she'd ever lived in, Alice decided. Her aunt and uncle were a lot weirder than her own mom and dad.
"Oh, hell, I just can't get to sleep." She swung her legs out of the bed and snapped on her bedside light. She'd pulled on a shorty nightgown and left off the pants. Her favorite way of sleeping unless it was without clothes altogether. She felt restless, unsatisfied. And it was the kind of hunger that a finger wouldn't help. She'd had other fingers pushed into her cunt now and somehow her own just didn't feet so exciting. She wondered what Lee was doing. Sleeping probably. Lee was a strange guy. He'd come on to her hot and heavy that first time out in the lake. But now he was just really laid back. Was it because Mitch was flirting with her so openly? God, the whole scene was about to drive her up the wall.
Alice got up and walked across her room to the window. A cool breeze was blowing in but it was still a very warm night. She went out to the hall and looked up and down it. Then she closed her door behind her and tip-toed in the direction of her cousin's room. She was surprised to see a dim glow coming from under the door.
"What kind of light could that be?" she breathed in the darkness. The door wasn't completely closed she noticed. Her breasts felt so heavy! She knew she'd come down to Lee's room because she wished he would talk to her, comfort her, touch her. Of course he was probably asleep. He'd left a light on while reading. There'd be no chance of seeing him because Alice wasn't about to wake him up. She couldn't let herself go that far. It was pretty obvious, her appearing outside his room without anything but a shorty gown on. Maybe if she could just get a glimpse of him.