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Young Nephew

... a thing of sculpted beauty to her -- taut and small and pleasingly-shaped. She then turned him to face her, ostensibly to see if he had sand elsewhere, but took the moment to watch the water cascade over his chest and down past his flat stomach. She looked up and their eyes met. After a few seconds of intense eye contact, Tristan shyly looked away while his Aunt softly brushed away sand from his chest. "Wouldn't you rather take off your swimsuit, Tristan," she said. "It really does feel wonderful, and it can't be comfortable to have something so ... big ... tucked inside such a brief simwsuit." She sensed his reluctance, but pressed on, approaching him closely. "Here -- let me," she said with a smile. While her nephew stood in silence looking on, Doris placed her fingers inside the stretchy waistband and slipped it off. What she saw next genuinely took her breath away, as his massive sex fell out from its constraint and slapped heavily against his thigh. Doris surmised that it was a good seven plus inches long in its relaxed state; as thick as her wrist at its widest point, with a large vein running along its length and tapering down to a smooth, spongy-looking circumcised head. Miraculously, as big as the head was, the shaft was thicker and wider. "Sweetie, I don't mean to stare, and I really don't want to embarrass you, but you really are an incredibly big boy," she said eyeing his manhood with obvious awe and admiration. "Clearly, you weren't exaggerating -- I've never ...

... SEEN one that large before. My goodness -- you'd tear me in two! Adding with a wink, "Oh, but what a way to go." "And I've never seen breasts as big or as beautiful as yours, Auntie Doris" stammered Tristan. "Oh, aren't you a lovely boy? Thanks you, sweetie," she cooed. Standing closer now, under Tristan's shower, Doris turned and asked him to see if she had any sand on her behind. With a quick intake of breath, she closed her eyes momentarily as she felt his strong, warm hands softly brush against her naked bottom. It had been so long since she'd felt the touch of a man's hands on her body; let alone those of such as her winsome young boy. She turned again to face him directly; meeting his eyes with her own while running her fingers through her wet hair under the shower. Affording him a purposeful and prolonged view of her matronly yet voluptuous figure, she took unspoken delight in his nervous but failed attempts to avoid gazing upon her large breasts, or the dark but trimmed pubic triangle between her legs. Even more delightful was the look of quiet panic on Tristan's face when his huge organ began to thicken and lengthen noticeably. Before the situation got out of hand, Doris took pity on the poor boy, turned off their shower, and encouraged him to wade out into the water -- ostensibly to determine whether that area of the beach had a sandy bottom or not -- before they set off back towards where his parents were. As they stepped out, Doris overheard a woman in the stall next ...