“Jason, you can’t just mope around the house all summer. I know it’s a few months yet until university, but do something, for heaven’s sake.” Bob had reached the end of his patience. Jason just grunted and put his headphones on to block out the drone of his father's voice and continued to flick through his phone.

“What are we going to do with him? He's so lazy…with no get-up and go.” Bob sighed heavily.

“What about some time away with Aunty Pat? He always liked it there and gets on well with the kids.” Jane leaned forward with a hopeful look. “We’d have the house all to ourselves, and I have my maids’ outfit.” There was a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Bob leaned back with his arms behind his head. “Well, it’s an option…”

“Do you need room service, sir?" Jane batted her eyelids provocatively, pushing her lips forward into a sexy pout.

“Actually, it’s a very good option!”

Pat, Bob’s sister, lived on the south coast; the last time they met was at her husband's funeral three years prior. Despite not living in each other’s pockets, there was a strong bond, and when together it was like they had never been apart. Jane never managed to overcome her feelings of jealousy when Pat was around Bob.

The way they cuddled like long-lost lovers, their kisses that always seemed unnaturally laboured, and how she flirted so outrageously. Jane was too shy and could never compete; she loved Pat, but she was also like an annoying itch she couldn’t scratch.

Bob pulled out his phone; Pat didn’t answer right away. “Hello, you…” She paused, heat pounding, pleased to hear his voice again.

“I was thinking of you last night; it was so hot I just couldn't sleep, just sliding in and out…”

“How are you doing, Pat?” Bob cut across before she got too carried away.

She sensed the fake disinterested tone in his voice. “You know… same old, same old… Anyway, what can I do for you? You only call when you want something…”

“Am I really that predictable?” He knew he was.

“You know, Big Bro, I am always at your service. I’ll do anything for you.” She continued in a more sultry tone.

Bob seemed to drift off for a moment, lost in his own thoughts; his sister had always been a massive tease who pushed boundaries, but within the family those boundaries were often extended way beyond the normal frontiers of acceptance but were usually brushed off as Pat being the extravert seeking attention again.

“Bob... Bob... are you there?”

“Yes, just drifted for a moment…” A montage of debauchery flooded his mind. Taboo thoughts of carnal cravings overloaded his senses.

There was a long pause...

“Errr… I was wondering if you’d be open to Jason visiting for a week; he’s driving me crazy, lounging round the house. He needs a change of scenery and some adventure before he goes to university, and I thought he’d enjoy the company of Emily and Tom.”

“Of course, you know he’s welcome anytime; Emily will be delighted, but Tom is away in France at the moment. He must have grown so much; is he BIG like his father?” Jane's eyes darted to Bob with a scowl; Pat was rather loud, and her voice carried. Bob just shrugged at her, rolling his eyes.

Jason was oblivious to the conversation, his head bobbing to the loud music in his headphones.

“He’s developed well and is a fully grown man. I’ll have a chat with him about it and get back to you. We could drop him off Friday if that’s okay with you?”

“How could I refuse having a strapping young man full of testosterone around the house?” Bob was sure she let out a very soft moan, one he’d heard so many times before. Instantly, his cock twitched.

“Why don’t you and Jane stop over for the weekend? It would be so nice to HAVE YOU.” The strong emphasis on the words ‘have you’ caused Jane’s eyes to narrow and bore like lasers into Bob’s.

Room service, Bob. She mouthed, pushing her large breasts up and together.

“Such a tease… Jane and I have plans, but we'll see you Friday.” They blew noisy wet kisses to each other before hanging up.

“God, Bob, she’s such a whore, even worse since Andrew passed. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

He cupped her hand and placed the other on top, looking directly into her eyes. “Trust me, it will be the best thing for Jason right now.” Bob knew Pat well; she’d be all over him.

“I suppose you’re right.” Jane’s eyes wandered over to Jason; she found herself wondering what on earth she was doing as she checked out the manly bulge in his tight jeans.

She was confused; Pat had called Bob ‘Big bro’, though she was a year older than him, which could mean only one thing: she had seen it. Her mind started to wander; Jane was very partial to cock, especially Bob’s battering ram and how the fullness of his girth drove her wild when they made love. Was Jason's package equally as impressive? She went scarlet when she turned back to Bob, a telltale sign she’d been caught red-handed thinking about sex. He said nothing but smiled sweetly, but it didn’t help the sudden feeling of guilt for even thinking about the size of her son’s cock.

Friday

Jason was noticeably excited as they pulled up at Aunt Pat’s house. He had a sneaky fondness for her quirky attitude towards life; somehow her bubbly, eccentric character rescued her from the risqué comments she made that casual acquaintances brushed off as light-hearted jokes. It was the closer members of the family that understood the underlying meaning; most of it went over Jason’s head.

Ding! Dong!

Moments later the door flung open, and Emily stepped out looking very hot in a tight T-shirt and equally tight shorts. Even Jane took a second glance; Emily had grown considerably since their last meeting, tall with a full figure, a curvy waistline and large breasts, every bit a fully grown woman. She obviously took after her father's side of the family; Emily wasn’t as short, petite or as pretty as Pat, despite appearing like the sexy girl who lived next door; sex didn’t exude from every pore the same it did from Pat.

She immediately flung her arms around Jason. “Wow, you’ve grown.” The warmth of her breath on his neck and her soft breasts pressing into his chest gave him instant goosebumps.

“And you too…. You’re a woman now.” Jason stood back and politely looked her up and down. All the while thinking how unbelievably sexy his cousin looked.

“Come in, Pat’s taking a shower; she won’t be long. Can I get you a drink? A cup of tea or coffee. How was the drive?” They followed her inside.

“Love a cup of tea, thanks. Not bad, just a bit of traffic on the motorway.” Jane found it hard to take her eyes off Emily's pear-shaped butt as she bounced towards the kitchen. She didn’t notice that both Bob and Jason were also staring.

Pat appeared like a magician on stage, seemingly from nowhere, wearing a short silky robe that clung to every curve of her petite curvaceous frame and a towel wrapped around her wet hair like a turban. Two thick nipples pressed forward at the front of her gown, which draped open just enough to tease her bronzed cleavage.

With effortless grace, she appeared in front of Jane and pecked her on the cheek with warm, soft, moist lips, snapping her from a daze. The scent of an alluring perfume filled her nose; it was intoxicating, yet it fuelled her resentment. She hated how effortlessly Pat had transformed Bob and Jason, who were now leering at her with a deep animalistic hunger in their eyes.

Jason stood motionless and wide-eyed as Pat approached with outstretched arms. She flung her arms around his neck, slowly exposing her bare buttocks to Jane and Bob as her short robe rose up. Pat then slid slowly up Jason’s body onto her tiptoes, dragging her breasts up his chest, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

She paused a centimetre from his lips, letting her warm breath caress his and waited. Jason's heart was pounding fast; he was too scared to move a muscle, begging his cock to stay dormant. Aunty Pat had never once welcomed him this way.

“Look at you so BIG and handsome. Come here and give Aunty Pat a hug.” She placed her head on his neck as they swayed from side to side as she ran her hands over his back and arms, exploring his dimensions. She smelt like an angel.

After a few moments, Jason pulled free with a panicked look on his face. It was obvious to Jane that Pat was charming his snake; he needed to break free from the intoxicating hypnotic spell before it was too late, and the shame of his predicament was visible for all to see. Pat smiled to herself with the victory of knowing Jason was fresh putty in her hands and she was going to have so much fun moulding his python.

“And you… BIG bro, come here… it’s been too long since I had you in my arms.” As they embraced, Jane watched like a hawk, eager to see how Bob would respond to her advance and if any more secrets would be exposed.

Pat’s eyes closed blissfully as their lips pressed together with a spark of electricity. Jane was certain Pat traced her tongue along Bob’s lips; surely it wasn’t just her imagination. Their arms slid sensuously around each other’s bodies, wandering aimlessly like someone in the dark searching for the light switch.

Still locked in their embrace. Jane was certain their tongues were snaking slowly but had no way to be sure. She wanted to say something, to break them apart, to let them know she was still there, but her morbid curiosity was piqued when Pat’s hands slid to Bob’s buttocks, pulling him in tightly as her eyes opened to focus on Jane’s expression.

After what seemed an eternity, Bob pulled away from their embrace as Emily returned with a tray of teas; Pat sighed ever so quietly, just enough for Bob to hear. It was the sigh he’d heard many times before, a mating call, an invitation for him to plunge her depths. He knew she was already soaked; the look in her eyes said everything. The intoxicating smell of her perfume couldn’t mask the musky scent of her sex, which ultimately betrayed her. He breathed in deeply savouring her arousal with flared nostrils.

Jason was stunned; he looked over quickly at his mother for some sign of reassurance, but she too was engrossed by the chemistry of their embrace, caught like a fish on a hook that was being reeled in with no chance of escape.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Pat turned and found a spot on the sofa and settled down, crossing her slender legs to reveal plenty of flesh, patting the space next to her, inviting Bob to sit. He noticed the old wooden box on the coffee table. Pat’s chin lowered as she looked up at him crossing the room, her wide eyes, full of blues, greens and greys, sparkling brightly like a nebula in the blackness of space. It was the same dreamy expression she used when worshipping his cock.

It felt as though a dagger had pierced Jane’s stomach. Just one coy look had caused a noticeable swelling in Bob’s trousers. Confirmation there was more to their relationship than just being brother and sister. She felt hurt and disgusted, and yet her panties were flooded at the sight of Bob being intimate with another woman, even if it was his sister. Maybe that’s what comforted her to a degree. He wasn’t kissing a random pickup stranger.

“Thank you, Pat; it really is kind of you to let Jason stay. I am sure he’ll have a blast here by the beach.” Jane tried to take her mind off her burning hot snatch.

The witty retort was too good of an opportunity to miss. “He’ll have more than one blast when he finds out it’s a nudist beach. Are you UP for a visit, Jason?”

Jane rolled her eyes, knowing full well she walked right into that one. “Seriously, Pat, why do you always have to lower the bar?” She thought she’d chosen her words carefully this time.

“I am always willing to stoop over a bar; the lower you go, the higher the bar reaches.” Jane had not come back. Pat had just taken the conversation to a new low.

“Really, I didn’t know there was a nudist beach nearby.” Bob tried to distract Pat.

“Not officially and not very busy, but it’s sandy, and we love it there; you should visit with us. Why don’t you stay for the weekend and just relax?”

“We didn’t pack; we don’t have a change of clothes or anything,” Jane insisted, but not in a way that convinced Bob; he could read her like a book.

“Who needs clothes on a nudist beach? We have essentials here to keep you going for a few days. Come on, Jane, let your hair down for once in your life, and don’t be such a prude all the time. Right, Bob?”

Not wanting to be the stick in the mud. “You’re right, Pat; it’s time I let loose for once, let it all hang out.” Secretly, she yearned to know what was going on between Bob and Pat.

“Spark one up, it’s just like the old days…” Bob pointed to the old wooden box.

“Naughty, naughty.” Pat leaned forward, reaching for the box as she winked at Jason, who already had his suspicions as to what the box contained.

“A puff or two is all Jane needs,” Pat said, looking at her, smiling sympathetically, like a doctor prescribing medicine for an affliction.

Jason sat shocked, wrestling with his thoughts; this was not only the most bizarre conversation of his life but also the weirdest situation he’d ever been in. Sat across from him, Aunty Pat was flaunting her slender legs and cleavage whilst making sexual innuendo, talking about being nude and offering to get his mother stoned. Whilst his father sat open-legged with a noticeable bulge in his pants.

The prospect of seeing Pat and Emily naked made his pulse race; he looked over at Emily, her heavy tits looked spectacular as they stretched her tight cropped cotton top, but the excitement was short-lived. He realised quickly it would have to be mutual, and he’d be expected to disrobe. Then fear gripped his gut as the nightmare image of standing before his naked parents with an uncontrollable erection flashed in his mind.

Being naked in public was an alien concept to Jane; she’d had the occasional wet dream but had never actually shown her body off like that. A shiver slithered up her spine, causing her nipples to stiffen. There was a rush of excitement as her mind wandered, recapping a wild dream where the sea crashed on the shore, drowning out her cries as stranger after stranger took their turns fucking her wildly in doggy style after she had masturbated for the six hungry young studs.

A potent joint was passed around the room. Each person sat silently with their thoughts until the last glowing embers faded in the ashtray; there was a period of melancholy, deep reflection of oneself as they relaxed, heavy in their seats, but it wasn’t long before their bodies claimed their thoughts. Passion, desire, exhibitionism and a willingness to be candid, wild and free took hold of each person.

That’s when it got weird.

Pat was a terrible influence; she accelerated the car at breakneck speeds, driving way too fast for the condition of the winding road ahead. The thrill of the speed was riveting, the danger of crashing exhilarating, but it was the feeling of freefall as they reached the cliff's edge that was so alluring to Jane as she took her third deep puff.

Orbiting the room, her mind had never felt so certain and focused and in tune with every beat of her heart; her body felt heavy but more alive than ever, every nerve ending tingled as she watched Pat stand, a finger tugged through the loosely tied belt as if she had read Jane’s mind, the gown slipped over her shoulders and down her body, pooling slowly to the floor under the cushion of air. Jane bathed in the beauty of her body as she crossed the room.

She wasn't feeling jealous anymore; it was like unwrapping a Christmas gift, the excitement building as you wonder what's inside, only to be thrilled by the surprise. She was more stunning than she ever imagined, and the sight sparked something deep within her. Suddenly, Jane felt an irresistible urge to expose herself. The look of disbelief in Jason’s eyes as his mother stripped candidly gave her whole body goosebumps.

She wondered about his manhood; being a rampant, sexually charged nineteen-year-old, an erection was certainly a foregone conclusion. But why did that excite her so, and why did her clit swell at the thought of seeing his arousal? She felt no shame as her satin knickers slid down her thighs.

“Bravo.” Bob clapped enthusiastically. “That’s what you call spunk.”

Jane turned to Pat, knowing full well something wild was about to exit her mouth. “And you can never have too much spunk, can you, Jane?” She smiled teasingly.

It was a direct reference to Bob’s load; not only was he blessed with an impressively large cock, but he was also able to ejaculate vast amounts of seed when he came. Jane wondered if she was just picking up on the word; there was no way that she could know about the volume he produced, she thought to herself.

Not wanting to be outdone, and with her filter currently disabled. “The more spunk, the better.”

“Touche." Pat held up an imaginary glass to toast Jane. They fell into each other’s arms, giggling uncontrollably. She felt divine and realised what attracted Bob so.

Jason sat watching,...