Aunt Beth - Sex Stories

Aunt Beth

... fingers from her slippery folds. "Not now," she told herself.

She dried herself, then exited the bathroom. Standing naked at the foot of the bed, she reached for the bikini she had tossed there. Her soft breasts swung freely as she leaned in to grab the swimsuit. Standing there naked, she caught a glimpse of movement in the mirror. Turning quickly, she saw Jamie walking away in the hallway.

What? What just happened? Didn't she close her bedroom door? She was sure she had. Had he been watching her... spying on her? Could he have seen her playing in the shower through the mirror? Her vagina moistened as she thought of it.

"No, he must have just left his room, right?" she thought. It took her a moment to settle her nerves. She slipped into the scanty bikini and tied it loosely so as not to dig into her skin. She walked to the mirror to check herself. Silently, she hoped Jamie had been watching her. She wrapped herself in a cover-up and headed toward the kitchen.

From the kitchen window, she watched Jamie swimming laps in the pool. Nervously, she headed out.

Jamie didn't see his aunt come out and sit in the lounger, tossing her cover-up to the ground beside her.

Beth watched her nephew get out of the pool. His lithe body moved easily, climbing over the edge. He was thin and agile as he moved. There seemed to be no muscular movement when he gracefully raised himself and turned into a sitting position on the pool's edge. His wet suit had clung against him as he ...

... climbed out. Beth found herself trying to determine how much of a bulge was in the front of his wet suit. She was ashamed of herself for looking and turned her head away. But, a moment later, her gaze turned back to him.

He shook his head, spraying water around him as if in some erotic commercial. For a moment, Beth chuckled.

The water in his hair still dripped onto his shoulders, making little trails down his back. She watched as it made its way down his smooth taut skin. His body was slim, having a lean frame with smooth, porcelain-like skin. She imagined her hand lightly taking the easy path of those droplets, tracing from his shoulders, down his back, and making the way down toward his waistband. His light colored skin glistened in the afternoon sun. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she longed to reach out and touch him. Her breathing became deepened.

A shiver ran through her, knowing her thoughts were wrong. This was her sister's son! She shouldn't have these thoughts about her own nephew... but she was. Of course, she would never actually do anything... never. But, that little tickle playing in her nipples as she eyed the boy, and the delicateness of his body, couldn't be denied. He excited her.

Jamie climbed from the edge and moved toward Beth. "Hi, you finally made it," he teased.

Beth just chuckled and grabbed her book from the table. She opened it. Behind her sunglasses, she hoped Jamie couldn't see her eyes or what she was focusing on. She was now staring ...