Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 09:22:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who Needs Viagra?  part three

    "Oh, Aunt Ellie! Man!" our nephew declared when we reappeared
"... yooou looook sooo cool."

    His unembarrassed eyes were fixed on my wife's pussy where the slick
green fabric formed a "v", revealing the lips of her cunt, her camel toe,
as they say. Yes, Oliver, I thought, have a good look: she'd love your warm
sweet lips there!

     "Well, thank you dear boy" his Aunt replied. "You're pretty attractive
yourself."

I knew what Ellie meant. His smooth golden skin set off by the morning sun
radiated good health. The kid's lanky frame knit together so well. Two dark
and pointy nipples that looked always erect set off his torso. Still too
young to have developed any secondary hair, Oliver was beautifully
androgynous, a balance of male and female--but still obviously a boy,
albeit a very pretty one.

    As we headed for the door Jane remarked to her brother: "Doesn't she
look like one of those Sports Illustrated swimsuit models you take to bed
with you?" Then, to my wife: "Aunt Ellie, you think I could get a thong
suit while we're here? I've always wanted to try one!" My wife looked at me
and I just gave her a nice smile.

    "Sure honey. We could go right now then meet the guys on the
beach. Won't take but a bit. The shop is ten minutes away and they got a
great selection. You'd look great in one." We all agreed she would.

    As they headed toward the store, Oliver shouted "And get me one, too!"

    "You serious?" I asked him. But he just grinned. This was going as well
as if Ellie and I had planned it.



    The boy and I settled ourselves on the beach with blankets, towels,
food and drink. I folded my arms behind my head, closed my eyes and felt
like a million. The heat of the sand under me soon warmed my shoulders and
butt. Presently a sweet drowsiness nudged my eyelids down, the sound of the
gentle waves and thin voices far-off at play lulled me deeper into a
mellow, erotic mood.

I pictured my brother's thirteen year old daughter in the shop pulling the
chosen thong up between her ass cheeks, pictured her at home, her father's
dick spreading open her pussy; saw my cock pushing gently into her asshole,
heard her demanding more of our dicks--mine and her father's--as we fucked
her into a frenzied adolescent orgasm. In my suit I was fully hard and I
rolled over on my stomach, gazing down toward the water.

Oliver was wading in. Sweetly, I contemplated pushing my cock up his ass,
as I had done to his father when we were his son's age. I groaned. He was
my nephew, but if he was my son could I do that to him? Would I have the
guts? Had my brother done it? What an erotic perversion! But lovely. My
wife wanted him, wanted him and his sister both; she didn't have to tell
me, I knew. That knowledge created intense mental pictures: oh, the
combinations we could make! With these two frisky children it seemed we
could revisit our own childhood and enjoy again the intensity of sexual
discovery! I wondered if they had any idea of the lust they engendered in
us. Lust, yes, but it was love, too. These two kids had me tied up in
knots. You couldn't help love them.

    Often I thought how delightful it would be play sex games with girl's
as young as my niece. Plenty of times at home and here on the island
appealing youngsters crossed my line of vision and my eyes followed the
sway of hips, bounce of long pony tail, curve of breast, roundness of ass,
slim legs--plenty times I imagined those legs up over my shoulders as my
tongue educated a virgin pussy or asshole--plenty of times imagined those
tender lips around my cock. The boys too! I admit it! Why not? Now that I
had both sexes so close to me I was scared.



    Soon Ellie and Jane were back from the shop. I couldn't wait to see
what they chose. Oliver came up dripping from the water, his Speedos
revealing what looked a nice sized adolescent member.

    Jane's thirteen year old tits were covered by two small ivory colored
satin triangles. Those nipples I hoped soon to suck made a nice impression
against the fabric. Her lower body was covered modestly by the wrap tried
around her waist.

    Ellie explained how they had eyed a few in the shop but that Jane
decided on the satin as soon as she saw it. "Show him, honey."

    The knot at her waist came undone and the wrap fell to the sand.

    "What do you think Uncle Greg?"

"Phew-u! That's hot! I mean, Janie, you're gonna attract all the little
boy--bees up and down the beach. Men too. Whatcha think, Ollie? Isn't she
one hot sister?"

    Ellie told her she better not appear on the nude beach like that
because she'd arouse all the men.

    "Arouse?"

    "Erection, honey. You know... hardon? Like your brother gets. I believe
you guys say `bone' now."

    Jane turned to her brother and asked in great but mock surprise, "You
get hardons?!" He just grinned. We all looked at what appeared to be a
proud and very hard bone resting sideways, to the left, under his blue
spandex suit.



The rest of the day progressed like any other day on the sand. Near when it
was time to head home my niece and I found ourselves briefly alone, lying
very close to each other. We had been chatting, sprawled face to face on
our side, our bodies apart less than the length of an arm.

    Suddenly, I was struck by the good fortune in my life: good fortune to
be in the loving circle of my family, to have money, to have a home in this
wonderful spot, to still feel passionate about my lovely wife, to still
feel like a horny fifteen year old as I lay next to this sexy young girl. I
felt this goodness all over my body, physically, a strong sensation of well
being that I hadn't ever known in quite this way. That accounts for what I
did next.

I moved toward Jane and gently kissed her forehead. It was the lightest
touch of my lips imaginable, accompanied by a flash of pleasure between my
legs. As I did this her knee moved forward a bit and lodged in my groin,
against my growing hardon. All kinds of imagery rushed through my head,
images mostly of my cock lodged in every warm crease and crevice of her
nubile form. The touch of her knee was not accidental. Our eyes met when I
withdrew my lips and in her eyes I could see a knowing consent. As if to
confirm that information, her knee moved slightly, giving the fleshy parts
of me there a unique massage. I stayed stock still until, at one point, she
pressed on my balls too vigorously and a moan escaped my lips.

"Oh, ....I'm sorry..." my little niece whispered.

"Be careful...they're delicate."

"I know."

"How do you know?"

She only smiled.



end part three



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