If you asked eighteen-year-old Jamie Sinclair how life was, he would have said pretty sweet. Left school with more than good enough grades to get into college and pursue electrical and mechanical engineering.

His mum and dad were proud parents as they too had good and well-paid jobs. So it made them happy that they had steered him in the right direction in life.

Another reason for young James was what he was most proud of, and that was his 9-inch meaty cock. Sure, now at eighteen, he wasn’t a virgin, but he’d not had what you would call a long list of notches on his bedpost. With his confidence of being blessed and in good shape, along with the stares he got from the girls he did sleep with when he dropped his trousers, he knew he was doing okay, and as the confidence flowed, so did the flirting.

And that’s what made him get the best sex he’d ever had!

Before this life-changing sex, it was a downer for him, but it soon turned out very different. With two years of college down and just over one to go, his dad had booked a family holiday to Spain with all-inclusive food and drink. They could afford it, so they did it—what pissed him off was a week with his mum and dad at his age, but hey ho, it’s free, he thought. But when his dad told him his aunt would be going too, his frown soon turned upside down.

Holly Sinclair, his dad’s sister, was his weakness. He and she had engaged in a lot of what they thought was harmless flirting when she came over. Nothing too heavy, but a few praising comments, which over time built up. Did she notice his glances when she was bitching to his mum about her boyfriend? Oh yes, and he openly said, “You should tell him to fuck off, he’s not committed to you,” to which his mum agreed with him, although she was not pleased with his choice of language.

For him, Holly was worth the earth! At thirty-three, she was younger than his dad. She was a good and reputable accountant. She had her own home and a nice car, but just a loser for a boyfriend. She stood at just over 5 feet, with natural curves that made men lose their minds. She was a doppelganger for the German actress, Leila Lowfire, from the neck down, with the 34G mouthwatering tits! (Although James didn’t know the size yet.) As for her face, she was similar to Hayley Atwell, with shoulder-length brown hair. A first-class MILF!! Apart from the fact that she wasn’t a mum.

She had changed since she met her boyfriend, Anthony. He was older and always nagging at her for all sorts of things! She wasn’t the slutty ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’ type, but also wasn’t a shy prude, but he’d never agreed with her dress sense and bubbly personality, and everyone noticed it over the last few years. He didn’t even live with her and was putting in more complaints than warranted. Plain and simple, she was invited along to be herself and think about herself for once, much to Anthony’s annoyance and Jamie’s delight!

And so, two weeks later, they arrived at the hotel in La Moraleja. Fuck, Dad had spent some serious cash this time in the most luxurious part of Spain.

The plan was all check in, unpack, and head to the pool bar for drinks and food, then a swim!

Jamie had his own room and so did his aunt, while naturally his mum and dad shared. When James had unpacked, he put on some shorts, looked in the mirror at his average frame, not built like a gym rat, but not a shred of unnecessary fat either. He chose black shorts to conceal any erections as best they could for when he ogled girls at the pool.

When he got there, he found his mum and dad, joined them for a beer poolside. When he saw his aunt Holly walk out, he was thankful he wasn’t holding his pint, or else he would have dropped it on the deck! Fuck me, he thought, look at those tits bounce with each step, and his dick went full mast.

She had on a black two-piece bikini, not just strings, but not a horrid cover-everything one either. When she came into view for his mum and dad to see, his mum said, “Oh, Holly, you look like you again, and oh, so great, I wish I had your figure! Damn!”

“Oh, ssshhh Jane, you’ll make me blush.”

Jamie sat with a problem; his erection was uncomfortable and painful, so he had to make a plan. When the adults’ attention was on each other, he took the four steps to the pool and dived in. Instant relief because the water was cold on his warm body.

And so, the week followed the same routine: pool, drinks, food, sightseeing, etc. Two days from the day of departure, Jamie’s dad had booked a trip out to sea to fish and snorkel. Jamie was the first to drop out with, “Oh, Dad, you know I hate fishing, come on, man!”

Holly quickly followed with, “Erm, no thanks, I’d rather work on my tan.”

His mum wanted to go, purely for the snorkeling in the reefs, fuck the fishing, she thought. So, the next day off, they went off to the boat for a day at sea.

An hour later, Holly was stretched out in a white bikini by the pool, this time Jamie joined her, and not to tell a lie, his eyes were straining to the right, basically to perve on her body, and she knew it…

“JAMIE!” Holly snapped loud enough to break his stare and startle him, but not loud enough to draw attention to the surrounding families.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve leered at me all week! What’s the deal here? There are loads of bodies on display and more your age!” Holly said, a little annoyed, staring at him with her shades on.

With the shock and shame of her outburst, he wanted the ground to swallow him up, but he’d been caught before watching girls he’d hooked up with, and his confidence didn’t drop then. So why now? Because she wasn’t just any girl this time, he knew he could try and lighten the mood somewhat, so, half on autopilot and half jittering with nerves and a 100% being true, out came the words of fate.

“Yes, but I don’t want to have sex with any of those!” he stated.

Holly gasped, then lowered her sunglasses and just glared at him with her nose flaring like an angry bull about to charge. She leaned over, grabbed his wrist, pulled him close, and seethed into his ear, “How dare you say that to me? Who or what do you think I am?”

He was fired up too now, “I know who you are and I know what I want. It’s more than some silly lust!” he spat back with the same matching fierceness as hers. She could only look back at him in stunned silence while he went on, “That loser doesn’t deserve, or treat you right! Bet he’s not even satisfied you either.”

He fell silent for a few minutes, and then, feeling brave, he leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “My thick 9 inches could satisfy you and treat you well,” and with that, he got up and walked away.

As for Holly, she just sat there in shock. She was more shocked about the fact that during his little rant, she had become a little damp. And those big pointy nipples that sat in the centre of those big areolas that capped those huge melons were hard as diamonds. She said to herself, “Nine… nine inches,” she’d had big ones in college, but never as big as that! She racked her brain. Was it confidence? Was it true that she had left herself unsatisfied for too long? Yes, for sure. She soon realised that she couldn’t leave it like this. So went to find him, to clear the air.

When she approached his hotel room door, she raised a hand to knock, but as she went to do so, he was opening it to come out. They both jumped a little in surprise. She barged past him and said, “We need to talk.”

He closed the door and followed her inside. When both stood in front of each other, they both had no clue who was going to start or what to say, so Holly just said it.

“Nine thick inches… really…? Think you’re a bit too self-praising, kiddo…” BANG! Kiddo was what he hated being called; he was 18 and a man, albeit a young one. So, with that making him pissed off, and the boost he still had from the declaration at the pool, and the fact that he already overstepped the mark anyway, he just did it. FLOP! Went the swimming shorts, down to the floor. Her eyes went wide at the semi that was hanging down.

“More honest than self-praising, I’d say,” Jamie chirped.

“Fuck,” Holly whispered. There it was, and despite it being attached to her eighteen-year-old nephew, it looked fucking amazing. She knew that would hit places she’d never been hit before. Was it the craziness or the heat of the day, or the fact that she hadn’t had a good shag for a long time, or was it just him, for that matter? At this stage, she was past caring.

Holly just lunged at him, planting her wet lips on his, and in turn, he responded back, resulting in them swapping D.N.A via their tongues. She reached down and took his dick in her hand. She couldn’t fit her hand fully around it, but near enough, she pumped it a few times, while still having her mouth on his.

“UUGGHH” Jamie broke his mouth away to grunt, as she stroked him firmly but slowly. He sneaked his hand into her bikini panties and pulled them down with one hand, until she kicked them off.

Glancing down again, he saw something he’d never seen in real life on a woman before, apart from porn. There was a cute, oh so little, tuft of short, neatly trimmed pubic hair, and boy did he love it! He had to step back, causing his cock to pull from Holly’s hands, and just stand and look at it with a wonder in his eyes, then stated, “That is so sexy, girls I’ve been with are shaven, but that is like a jewel, and looks beautiful!”

“That’s my little muff,” she said, looking away and blushing, but she needn’t; it makes me feel sexy and confident, but Anthony hates it. Keeps asking me to shave it.”

“NOOO! Never get rid of that, I love it,” now with a huge, hard missile aimed straight at her, he feasted on her lips, and roughly stroked her little muff. She squealed with passion. God, she was so hot, and he hadn’t even gotten her tits out yet, but just before he could try, she jumped back from him.

“Oh God, what are we doing?! You’re my brother’s son, for God’s sake. This is so wrong!” She picked up her panties and slid them on. His pleas were shot down instantly. “You leave me alone, avoid me, and I will avoid you for the remaining two days,” she snapped, and walked out the door, slamming it behind her, leaving him like a wounded animal with a rapidly deflating member.

And so, for the next two days, they didn’t even need to avoid each other, as Holly faked a tummy bug and kept herself locked away in her room, with Jamie’s mum and dad, Malcolm and Jane, always checking on her, and keeping her stocked up with bottled water.

The day came to go to the airport. She kept her head down and kept quiet, blaming it on the weakness from losing too much bodily fluid. Unknown to them all, though, in a few weeks, there was only one bodily fluid she would be craving, and it would be willingly delivered.

They boarded the plane, flew home, and drove back to Lincoln, UK. Holly lived a ten-minute car ride from her brother, and after they dropped her at home, they too went home, and all of them scattered from a long day of waiting, flying, and driving.

Jamie’s mum and dad went to bed straight away. He had some coffee and felt sorry for himself. Holly, in turn, also had a coffee and felt ashamed of herself, as if they both had the same body clock, they both went to bed at the same time, fell backwards onto the bed and stared at the ceiling… “Fuck,” they whispered to the ceiling in unison, just mere miles from each other, both with no idea of the passion that was heading their way…

One week after they arrived home, Holly was in the bathroom feeling powerless because Anthony had kept nagging her to shave her pussy, and she did it! She’d lost her little muff, as she called it.

“Oh well,” Holly said to herself, “if it makes him happy, I might get more attention,” so she left the ensuite bathroom totally naked, her big, juicy, ripe titties swaying, and was up for some fucking! She stood in front of Anthony. He was already lying in bed, working on his laptop.

“So, how do I look?” she enquired.

“Much better,” he replied. “But don’t get any ideas tonight, I’ve got these spreadsheets I have to finish, and I’ll be on it for ages.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” she screamed, “I do this to make you happy, and you still don’t want me! I know I’m attractive, so what’s the deal? Are you gay?”

“Gay? Hardly, just have deadlines that’s all, anyway, the pussy hair was awful!”

That was it! She saw red. “Well, J…” she stopped herself, she was just going to admit, well, Jamie loves it in fact.

“Well, what?” he replied.

“Oh, nothing!” she snapped, then added, “fuck you, I’m sleeping in the spare room. I’m so… FUCKING MAD!!”

That was where the fuse was lit. She stormed downstairs, grabbing her robe before slamming the door. She needed some wine before she slept, so she headed down to the kitchen.

She was hit by a stream of tears as to why she almost blurted that out, but didn’t. Deep down, she knew why; she had been craving Jamie since that day her hand was wrapped around his monster cock, but chose to shut her incestuous lust away and force herself to forget it. But now it was unleashed, and wanted it even more. To hell with whether it was wrong or not, her womanly wanton needs took over.

She could see now she had been treated like dirt, and her house like a hotel. She deserved better, and she was going to have it! She knew then it was over with him, and with that, she realized she needed to thank Jamie for this. If it wasn’t for his shocking admission, she wouldn’t have seen the light, but she also needed to apologise to him for being a bitch since Spain, and the avoidance she gave him. So, while drinking a large glass of wine, she made her plan, and boy… the guy upstairs really fucked up, she thought to herself. She started to slowly stroke her now smooth kitty, already picturing her nephew’s big, meaty, long tool.

And so the morning came, Holly had dressed in her best business suit for the office, but she wasn’t going there today. There was a problem to get rid of first. She stood at the foot of her bed, while the ex, who didn’t know that yet, slowly woke up. He was greeted with a picture of her, standing with her hands on her hips like superwoman would pose, and once she had his attention, she calmly said, “I’ve had enough, it’s over! You treat me like rubbish, you put me down, and you don’t even please me when you attempt to have sex with me.”

“But… But,”

She cut him off quickly, “Get your clothes on, grab all the belongings you have here, and leave, or the police will be called.”

He got up, stomped to the wardrobe, and grabbed all his belongings. He left saying, “Okay, Holly, see you tomorrow when you’re asking me to come back.”

She just ignored him, grabbed a black bin bag, and threw all her padded bras and boring cotton panties into it. He made her get padded bras to stop her melons moving too much with day-to-day tasks, insisting men would leer at her, and less slutty panties, they weren’t slutty, just simple, and sexy French knickers that made her feel sexy and classy.

“GHHRR, these fucking awful things,” and on her way to do some retail therapy, she threw the bag in the wheelie bin and headed into the city. She got a whole new wardrobe, basically, a fuck ton of matching classy and sexy bra and panty sets. She even got some much-needed body-complementing outfits, from dresses, to tops, jeans, and shoes. She was feeling herself again. She knew that with all these crossed off, she was thinking about the next stage of her way back to herself.

So, with her shopping all done, she headed back to her car and loaded it up with her new purchases, then headed straight back into town to grab a coffee. With her coffee on the table, she got her phone out, opened her messaging app, and, giggling quietly, confident in the fact that she was about set up a night of incest passion.

Jamie’s phone bleeped while he was in college. It was Holly “Oh fuck,” he muttered, almost scared to open the message, but figured he needed to.

‘Hey Jamie, look, I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you and been a total bitch, but you know, we really have to talk and get back to some normality before it shows something isn’t right. How about next Friday? Can you do that?’

He knew...