Sunday was our day off for workouts. We both slept in, and then t up with my cousin Greg for a late brunch at a wonderful little mom-and-pop diner down the road. They gossiped constantly about Uncle Will, but in between, Greg and I got to catch up. He was obviously curious why I was staying with his mom and I explained the weird situation. He offered to make ands to my mother on my behalf, but I objected. I liked where I was now.
In the evening, I joined her with so beers for a 5-episode binge of Westworld season 2 that lasted until almost 1 AM. I had already seen it, but I loved watching her watch it. Season 2 is nowhere near as good as season 1, but season 3 was coming in a couple months, so I wanted us to both be able to watch it when it was new.
Now it was Monday morning. By this point, I no longer needed an alarm. My eyes, still slightly buzzed from the night before, opened automatically at a quarter to 7. I crawled out of bed and threw so shorts on went downstairs.
Aunt Ruth was already in the kitchen, prepping coffee grounds. She wore black booty shorts and a loose fitting pink tank top.
"Good morning. You ready for a new routine today?" she asked imdiately.
"Good morning! Yes I am. What's on the table?" I replied.
"Dumbbells!"
"Oh, no..."
"Oh, yes!"
We chatted over coffee, but not too much -- working out on a full stomach is never good.
The weights were already set up in the living room. Small ones -- 5 and 10 lbs. But I knew they'd still be good for a workout.
I stripped down to my boxer briefs like always, and awaited her arrival in the living room. Minutes later, she ca down in an even skimpier bra and panty outfit than last ti -- the top, a very, very tight fitting green exercise top with a matching thinly banded green thong on the bottom.
She spoke as she ca down the hall into the living room. "I hope, um...I hope my minimal outfit today isn't botherso. Like I said, I usually don't wear anything at all, but...it's hella hot."
"Wear whatever you want, Aunt Ruth. This is your house." I said.
I finally got a look at her backside when she went over to the stereo speakers to plug her phone in. This was a thong if I ever saw one. In the front it had a basic patch of green over her private area, but in the back, her entire ass was basically exposed, perfectly round ass cheeks protruding towards , with the shoelace-thin strip of fabric stretching through her crack and disappearing down into her taint.
We started with the 5 pounders -- a mix of overhead squats and squat presses. Killer on the abdon. Then we moved onto external rotations, which required laying on our sides. From there, so plie squats, standard curling, and so weird forward-bending workout she called the "RDL". I don't think either of us were doing it right, but it felt like it was helping anyway.
After this, we did all the sa workouts but with 10 pounders. With the heat today, this was particularly exhausting. After the RDLs, we decided to take a 5-minute water break. We leaned against the kitchen counter, hair damp from sweat, chugging ice water, catching our breath. This was a killer.
Shortly after, we resud and finished another round with the 10s. I was under the impression, we would be doing another round until Aunt Ruth reached into the hallway in the closet and pulled out two sets of little plastic steps. The idea was hold the dumbbells in hand at chest level and, in a motion similar to jogging in place, jolt up and down the steps in a continuous motion.
"How long do we do this for?" I asked.
"I usually do it for about 30 minutes, but if you can't handle it, do it for less. Go at your own pace." she replied and started, her firm jugs bouncing up and down under top like Jell-O in an earthquake.
I started myself, and the sweat ca pouring down like a overflowing tub. After a couple minutes, I had to pause. My ass and balls were so sweaty, they were sticking to my boxers.
I walked over to the big box fan my Aunt had set up in the corner, and with my back to her, pulled the front of my underwear down and aired out my privates.
"Sweaty?!" she asked through a laugh mid-step.
"Yes. Absolutely, yes." I answered.
I turned around and let the breeze blow on my ass and the back of my sack. It was so refreshing.
I resud my post and continued doing the step workout. A couple rotations later, Aunt Ruth evidently had the sa problem.
She walked over to the fan, crouched down, and opened the front of her panties to let the breeze hit her crotch.
"See. Feels great, doesn't it?" I said.
"It's so fuggin' hot in here." She said back to .
The steps resud, and over the next 20 minutes, we both took turns cooling our parts off by the fan. I had developed a chub -- it was hard to develop a full-on with all the motion and the sweat, but to say I was aroused is an understatent.
Eventually, my aunt paused again. I assud she going over to the fan, but instead, she turned to look at , hands on her sweaty hips.
"Andrew." She said. "I'm sorry, but I can't work like this."
"Like what?" I replied.
"It's just too hot. I can't wear this."
"Need to change?"
"No, no. I just need to..."
In an instant, she put her thumbs in the waistband of her thong, leaned forward, and pushed them down to her feet. Her underwear slipped off easy. The thong hit the floor and she brought it up with one foot, grabbed it, and gently placed it off to the side.
"...I can't. It's too sweaty." she continued. She swerved around in place so more before picking the weight backs up. "Doesn't make it weird, does it?"
"Aunt Ruth, it's like I already said. Your house, your workout. Do whatever you want."
There she was now. My aunt resud doing her dumbbell/steps workout with no underwear on like it was nothing to be fussed about. She didn't make much eye contact, but she looked at right after she exposed herself.
She had a nicely shaven, neatly shaped bush -- close to the skin, almost perfectly rectangular, and the outline of the lips could be seen ever so slightly through the hair.
Whatever half-chub I had 30 seconds ago was now on it's way to full rocket. I tried not to stare at my almost naked Aunt Ruth as she resud her workout, but my penis had more power over my eyes than my brain.
We continued for another couple minutes until my aunt stopped to pull up a specific album she wanted to hear. She remained bottomless as she stepped to the side and browsed through her phone for a mont. I got a perfect view of her hairy pussy lips as she bent forward to reach her phone.
Then she ca back, and we were off to the races again. We had been going for at least 30 minutes now, but I had no plans of stopping any ti soon.
"30 minutes. I can keep going. What about you?" I asked.
"Sure!" she happily replied through exhausted breaths.
I felt the full of my erection now. My sweaty cotton underwear fabric was wrapping around my shaft, rubbing awful static electricity up the hole and down the base. And it felt warm.
They had to go.
While I waited a couple minutes to make my executive decision, my boner flopped up and down visibly through my boxers. She stayed focused, looking straight ahead.
I stopped, took so breaths in and out, and stepped to the side, placing my dumbbells briefly on the couch behind .
Without too much thinking, I slid my boxers off, kicking them in a similar fashion my aunt did her thong, and stood completely naked, letting my exposed veiny erection jut out towards my aunt.
"You had the right idea, Aunt Ruth." I stated casually.
She looked over at for a quick mont and smiled. That was all.
I picked the dumbbells back up and resud the routine. My dick was really bouncing now, and once I developed pre-cum, it flicked off and flew into the air in little specks, like the very edges of a tiny splash.
"Better, isn't it?" Aunt Ruth eventually said.
"Jesus, yes! This heat in unruly." I answered.
"I say it's better this way anyway, but yeah, sumrti doesn't help."
We kept going for another few minutes before we stopped.
"Alright." Aunt Ruth said as she grabbed the mini stairs and put them back. "I'm calling it a day. My arms and legs are gonna fall off."
"Okay, works for ." I said, putting my dumbbells back on the rack. "Is my groin supposed to be on fire after that?"
"Everything's supposed to be on fire, my good nephew. That's how you know it was a good workout."
We stood facing each other with our genitals out for the first ti. Her top was soaking wet, and my erection pointed straight at her, yet she managed never to look straight down at it.
"Can I shower first? I gotta get outta this nasty top." She asked .
"Sure, go ahead. Hurry though. I got B.O. like Shrek after that."
I stared at her ass, cheeks jiggling freely as she turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
I patiently waited for her to co out, never bothering to put any clothes back on as I waited in the hall with my towel and shampoos. She ca out a few minutes later, smiling at as she passed by wrapped in a towel.
When I got into the shower, I had to pleasure myself. I didn't want to -- I wanted to save it for the massage later -- but I had so much cum built up, so much near-climax, that my balls were beginning to hurt. I had to let one go right into the drain, reminiscing on my Aunt Ruth's naked, sweaty pussy that she willingly showed to .
Just monts after my shower, I went down the stairs in a new pair of boxers and my new Madlib tee I got the other day. I t my aunt in the dining room as she was sorting threw so files. She had put on a pair of loose-fitting jeggings and and a plain white tee. She had her reading glasses on, which I thought, even as a kid, made her look sexy, and even older than she was, in a sophisticated kinda way. Like a secretly promiscuous librarian.
I walked into the room rubbing my neck from soreness. "Jesus Christ, Aunt Ruth. Is every joint in your body screaming like mine is?"
She laughed. "Went hard, huh? Yeah, my hips and glutes are pretty sore. Upper arms too."
"You got any o' that massage oil left?"
"A little bit. If we go again we have to be very frugal. I can run to the CVS and pick up so up tomorrow morning if they still sell it there."
"Do we have ti for a short session before you have to start working?"
"Yeah! We have like an hour and a half still. Gimmie a second and I'll et you up there."
I wasted no ti. I took off for my aunt's bedroom and got out the mat and set it on the bed. Her room had a wonderful sll this afternoon -- a mixture of citronella and various fancy perfus.
Aunt Ruth ca into the room with the bottle of oil already in hand. She must have been keeping it in her purse of sothing.
"Who's first this ti?" she asked.
I replied, "Dibs."
"Okay." she grunted.
I started taking my clothes off, slowly stripping down to my new pair of boxers while Aunt Ruth adjusted the mat on the bed.
"Alright." I muttered as I laid down face down like last ti.
Like last ti, too, she began the routine -- shoulders, neck, down the back, feet, up the legs repeat.
I turned over, and just as I had wished, I was getting another erection already. It was no stickler, but it was creating an outline for sure.
Here began the familiar again -- shoulders, pecs, abdon, arms, up the legs.
As she was circling my inner thigh and my knee, I asked a question: "Aunt Ruth, my groins are still killin' from that step exercise. Anything you can do for them?"
She nodded casually towards my crotch with an upward chin.
"Slide those off. Let get in there."
Excuse ?
I remained obediently silent as I reached down and pulled my underwear up high over my raised feet. I got back into position and my penis was finally presented to my Aunt with clarity. She looked down and stared right at it.
She knew the business -- she took my underwear in one hand, and with that hand, bunched up my junk and pushed it out of her way. There was no skin-to-skin contact, but nonetheless, she was grabbing my shit. With the other hand, she kindly spread my leg, poured a teeny bit of oil directly onto my groin and down in my taint, and a mont later, rubbed it in very gingerly with the tips of three fingers. I counted one, two, three tis she unknowingly budged the tips of her fingers into the side of my scrotum. I was nervous I was going into cum into my own bunched up underwear.
"That better? Feel like the tension is going away?" she asked, looking down at .
I replied with eyes closed. "A little more, a little deeper."
She obeyed, and I let out a long, pleasurable moan. The oil was warming up my gooch like crouching over a candle.
She moved to the other side of the bed, holding my underwear in her hand as she circled around. My dick was becoming harder now, starting to bend upward, bobbing up and down as my aunt suddenly took her weight off of it.
She kneeled over the bed slightly, and pushed my junk away again. And again she circled lotion deep into the regions of my groin, pushing three fingertips with trendous pressure into the area just left of my asshole.
"Aunt Ruth, you might be an accountant, but you have the hands of a magician." I exclaid.
"Glad you like it." She said back with a smile.
She finished up massaging my lower region. She lightly tossed my underwear (now damp from oil) to the side and moved considerately down to my ankles for a nice finishing rub.
"Anywhere else hurt?" she asked.
"No, no." I said. "Everything feels wonderful."
My erection stood ramrod straight in the center of our conversation.
"I'll let you relax for a minute then it'll be my turn!" she announced and swiftly exited.
I relaxed dick up on my aunt's bed, letting the warm fever of the massage oil wash over . I had no idea what this oil was called but I was now considering becoming a Wall Street investor just to make sure it stays on the market.
After about 5 minutes, Aunt Ruth ca back in the room. Her fingertips t the hem of her shirt and moved upwards as she moved through the doorway and spoke. "Alright, scootch. My turn."
"Man, I could lay here forever." I replied.
"Well, I tell ya...it's good that Emmie is coming. She's better at the whole post-workout massage routine than I am. She was the one that started on it."
She removed her shirt, exposing a white bikini top underneath.
"Yeah? That's great. Can't wait."
I got up from the bed, boner bobbing up and down as I moved.
"You had your groins, I have my upper arms and my glutes. Go hard on those if you can."
She slid off her shorts and her underwear in one go, standing bottomless now just inches away from .
I saw her pussy lips stretch open for a mont as she spread her legs to get in position on the bed. She first laid on her back, legs spread ever just so.
I started the usual routine - shoulders, neck, abdon, feet, up the legs repeat.
She spread her arms out and commanded . "Rub that stuff hard into my upper arms. Those dumbbells eviscerated my muscles."
I tried my best. I rubbed oil in my hands and went in circles around the circumference of her upper arms and a tad into her arm pits. She made orgasm-like faces as I did this.
"Ohhhh, that's great, Andrew. That's so great." She said passionately.
I was still naked, as I had no desire to slip back into my moist underwear. My erection made a shadow over the skin on her waist.
"Ready to flip over?" I asked, looking down.
"Yes." She said.
She unhooked her bikini top, and like last ti, carefully maneuvered an arm bra as she dropped it to the side of the bed and flipped over on her belly.
Now, both myself and Aunt Ruth were completely nude together. She laid on her front, presenting her naked backside to , and I hovered above her, my jutting cock wagging in the air like a lone branch on an old tree.
I started on the routine -- shoulders, neck, down the back, legs and feet. The oil was almost empty.
"Aunt Ruth, this bottle is almost empty. How should I approach the glutes?" I asked.
"Mmm, just improvise. Use up the rest of it. It's okay. I'll get more tomorrow."
I pointed the bottle straight down at her ass and let it drip. She gasped upon contact. I then squirted the remainder of the bottle into my hands, rubbed them together and began.
I started simple. I grabbed her cheeks firmly, and moved them in circles. Then, I massaged with my fingertips in vertical lines, starting inside the crack and going to the waist, going in and out. My aunt had no objection to my fingertips in between her cheeks.
"That better? I hope I'm doing it right." I asked.
"Go lower." She answered. "Right where the cheeks et the legs."
I looked at the area she was referring to. This would be a challenge. Her exposed pussy, peeking in through tiny pubic stubs, was right fucking there.
I rubbed my hands together. I dug into the fold between the cheeks and the legs with my knuckles, but it wasn't working. I couldn't get the angle right.
"Mind if I get on the bed to get a better angle?" I asked.
"Of course, not. Whatever works for you." Aunt Ruth answered.
Without my prompting her to do so, she spread her legs wider so I can sit beneath her. I sat on my knees, her legs making a V shape around . My erection hung low, touching oily against her bed sheet.
I stretched my hands out, and dug my knuckles deep into my aunt's ass cheek unders. Almost imdiately, she let out a long, loud moan, almost sexual in its volu and intensity.
She expressed her pleasure vocally. "Ohhhh my, Andrew. That's marvelous."
"Glad you like this thod." I chuckled. "I just made it up."
She moaned again as I dug my knuckles deeper. I dug in deep for a few minutes, moving all along the periter.
"Anything else? Little bit of oil left and that's it." I asked.
"Get all in between the legs. Might as well while you're down there.
So I did. With the little bit oil I had left I rubbed in her inner thighs and groins like she had , but it was difficult upside down. Her vagina sat center stage between by hands, looking right at .
I suggested to her, "Turn over so I can get in the groin."
She wordlessly obeyed, swinging her legs around . She kept her hands over her breasts to maintain a little bit of modesty, and yet her nicely grood crotch sat inches away from and my throbbing erection.
I used a bit of pressure rubbing my knuckles into her groins. The temptation to touch a fingertip, even a fingernail tip, just a milliter against her pussy was unbearable. I wanted to. I had to. But I couldn't. Aunt Ruth's nudity had obviously co with a compromise. It was situational.
"Alright, that should do it." I said as I finished up with one swift sweep across her upper thigh into her inner crotch.
"Andrew, you could be a masseuse. I'm not kidding." She said happily.
I got off the bed, smiling, grabbing my underwear from the floor. "Thanks, Aunt Ruth."
Her body loosened, but her hand bra stayed in place.
She took and a breath in and out and grinned. "This was exactly what I needed before a long night of work. You're the best nephew ever."
Her loose hands still covered her breasts.
Like last ti, I let her rest. I grabbed my oil-soaked underwear from the ground let her take a short beauty nap in her natural state.
Wednesday morning I awoke earlier than usual. No particular reason. It was just that my eyes opened naturally earlier than usual. Even though I wasn't working for the ti being, it was nice to have maintained my sleep schedule and stay productive.
At around 6:30 I strolled downstairs to put on an early pot of coffee. Like it did all day yesterday evening, my mind was stuck on my aunt and I's new massaging session. After our session wrapped yesterday she put on pajamas and made work calls for a few hours while I watched Endga in the living room, and even then, it never left my mind.
At about a quarter to 7 Aunt Ruth ca downstairs in pink panties and an oversized green t-shirt.
"You're up before ? What is this?"
"I don't know." I said. "I just woke up. The coffee beans were compelling ."
"The always do don't they?"
She helped herself to a small cup.
"Emmie's coming today right?" I asked.
"Far as I know. I'm gonna text her later." She replied.
"What ti, do you think?"
"She usually shows up in the afternoon. Around 2 or 3. But like I said, I'll text her in a bit."
"I'm looking forward to seeing her. What's the routine today?"
"Standard."
"Standard? What does that an?"
"Standard routine. Nothing exuberant. You'll see."
15 minutes or so later we both ca into the living room. All I had to was take my shirt and boxers off and I was ready to go, flaccid swinging in the warm air. My aunt went upstairs montarily and ca back down bottomless, with a plain black workout top.
Standard ant standard. It was nonspecial routine of push-ups, crunches, squats, occasional dumbbell lefts and a little inclusion of the exercise ball. I managed to restrain and stayed flaccid through our entire session.
I was waiting naked with my towel by the hall for my aunt to finish her shower, when suddenly, from far down the other end of the house, I heard a door opening.
"Mom? Hello?!"
Oh shit. It was Emmie.
In an instant, I wrapped my towel around my waist the best that I could.
"Hello?"
Emmie's voice grew louder, and monts later I saw her to my right, proceeding down the hallway wheeling a small pink bag of luggage behind her. She wore a highly decorated, bright pink and purple high waisted romper with frills along many of the edges. Very girly. Her long, straightened dirty blonde hair was tied back in thin ponytail.
She saw . "Andrew, hi!!!"
She ca running toward and gave a hug, and despite my state of undress, her warm fingers folded on the skin of my back.
She had just turned 18 not even a couple months ago, but as far I was concerned, she still maintained all of her young, girlish look. Her fra was thin, she was shorter than myself by quite a bit, but her face was full, and since the last ti I saw her a few months ago, her hair had grown down to almost the bottom of her back.
"Sorry about my being in a towel and what not. I'm, uh, waiting for your mom to get out of the shower." I explained.
She laughed. "Ha ha, I understand. I used to do the sa thing."
In spite of my awkward undressed nature we stood and chatted for several minutes, catching up. She told of all the colleges she had applied to. I encouraged her to get into all of them, smiling with her.
My aunt ca out of the shower wrapped in her towel with an excited yelp. "Hi, sweetie!!!" and they both hugged just as she had monts ago, except Aunt Ruth was dripping wet. "Uh, give a minute to get dressed and we'll go to lunch. Andrew, can you shower quick?"
"Sure!" I obliged.
I guess this ant no massages today.
We went to lunch at the local Five Guys. I personally hate their food -- soggy burgers and over-peppered fries -- but I was outnumbered. When we got back to the house it was an afternoon of catching up and trading gossip as usual before Aunt Ruth had to start working.
Emmie and I receded to my room to hang out while she worked. She had changed into more casual attire now -- pajama bottoms and a purple tank top. It was clearly she wasn't wearing a bra, but given how ultimately small her tits were, I assud she probably never wore one. From afar she would look flat-chested, but up close you can see the little handfuls; small, cute little snowballs on a curvy thin fra.
She told all about how much fun she had at her 18th birthday party, which I was regretful that I wasn't able to attend, and she talked about a couple weekends ago, when her and her friends went down to her friend's fathers beach villa for the weekend. She took out her phone to show so pics.
She scrolled until she ca to a group shot of her and all her 5 other friends all in bikinis under the dock. They were all hot, all nice to look at -- one of them had breasts larger than my aunt's -- but of course, I was drawn to looking at Emmie. In multiple pics she wore a bright green and white 2-piece, a plain white, very small bottom with a green/white strapless tube top. If she put her finger over the screen she would have looked naked. It was the most I'd ever seen of my little cousin.
"Looks like a great ti." I simply said.
I continued through our conversation semi-aroused. I explained all the stuff her aunt and I had been up to, which of course, included the workouts.
"She's been killing with the workouts recently." I said.
"Oh my god. You've been joining her workout sessions? That's so great, Andrew!" Emmie said back.
"Yeah. I was hesitant at first because I've never really been that limber but she's really gotten into it over the last week or so."
"I miss the workouts. She'll probably tell you she started it but I was the one that got her into it. I used to workout every morning before cheer on the weekends and it just started the whole thing. Even dad got into it sotis when he was awake enough."
"And the massages after was you too?"
"Yes!! Aren't those fantastic?"
"I love them. Helps relieve so much stress after all that movent."
The conversation, and the night, ran on. Around 11 we all headed to bed, Emmie staying in the room next to mine.
Thursday.
I woke up promptly at a quarter to 7. When I pulled my boxers on and went downstairs for coffee prep, Emmie and Aunt Ruth had already beat to it. Aunt Ruth stood in won's boxers and her baggy tallica shirt, and Emmie appeared to be wearing nothing except a long white t-shirt. When she crouched and jumped to reach the cabinet I saw her tiny black booty shorts underneath, but when she was stationary the bottom of the shirt cut off just below the crotch.
"Are you joining us for today's workout today, Andrew?" Emmie asked.
"Why, of course." I answered.
"Emmie gets to chose the music this ti she's the guest." Aunt Ruth budded in. "Sorry, I don't make the rules."
I laughed. "Haha, okay."
About 20 minutes later my aunt was setting up in the living room. I erged from the restroom to find her crouched over the stereo, turning it on, in her now-typical workout attire of just a jog bra. She appears to have freshly trimd her pubic square, as I noticed that I looked more rectangular and upward shaped than just yesterday.
"What's torturous routine do you have cooked up today?" I asked.
"Oh, stop." She answered. "Nothing new. You've done all my routines already."
"Hey, where's..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Emmie ca into the room through the hallway, skipping right past to the stereo to hook up her phone.
I had to blink twice, pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Emmie, out of nowhere, was completely naked head to toe.
As she turned around towards after setting the music, I saw everything at once. Her little pink nipples sat upon little puffs of skin on her skinny, flat fra. Her pussy, unlike her mother's, was completely bare. There wasn't a single hair to be found and the lips were clear as day. Emmie was totally nude, and nonchalant about it, and I couldn't stop staring. She didn't even utter a peep about it.
As Aunt Ruth cracked the windows I rembered how hot it would be, and as soon Emmie took position between her mother and I, I slid my boxers down and off.
Emmie and I were completely naked just feet apart. Whenever she did a quick turn, her slowly dampening hair would brush .
I had developed a throbbing, veiny hard-on. The sudden sight of my younger cousin Emmie's vaginal lips opening and closing as she did the exercises had turned my timid flapper into a petrified branch. When it ca ti for her bend over backwards over the exercise ball, she introduced a technique in which she balanced her back on the ball, supported her arms on the floor, and lifted legs in the air and spread them, the goal being to see how far you can stretch. She did the right in front of as I waited my turn, and my dick remained rock as I watched her vaginal opening quickly spread open and stay that way. At the sa ti, her tiny tits beca horizontal, and almost looked flat against her bony chest.
"Want to push?" Aunt Ruth offered to her.
"Yes please." Emmie answered upside down.
Aunt Ruth approached her naked daughter on the big ball and stood at her legs. Suddenly she braced them with her hands and appeared to push downward at her ankles.
"What is that?" I asked.
Aunt Ruth answered. "Force against force. Build up your knee and shin muscles. I push you against you and you try to push away."
Aunt Ruth and Emmie continued this exercise for about a minute until it was my aunt's turn.
She did the regular ball workouts and then got into position and spread her legs in the sa way as Emmie.
"Andrew, can you push for ?" she asked, glancing over at and my erection.
I approached her exposed crotch. "What do I do?"
"Just grab my ankles and push them as far apart as you can and I'll push back against your push."
"Okay, I think I get it."
As I got into position and spread my arms to grab my aunt by the ankles, my vein-enveloped log pointed directly at her. If I were to crouch even just a little bit, my nutsack would rub against the bottom of her cunt.
We held this position for about 90 seconds. "Oof, Emmie, your mom might might be getting to old for this exercise." Aunt Ruth said through a held breath.
Emmie laughed. "Co on, you can do it! Don't tell you've been slackin' just 'cause I wasn't here."
Aunt Ruth grunted as she got off the ball and stepped to the side, which ant it was my turn. As I looked down at it, I noticed it was covered in a film of a sweat. This was all the more welcoming.
Before I finished the regular routine on the exercise ball, my Aunt asks suddenly "Do you want to help you spread?"
"I don't know." I said. "How do I do it?"
Emmie answered for her. "Put your lower back against the top of the ball and support your weight with your hands." She ca over to to help adjust my hands on the floor.
"Now just spread?" I asked as I spread. My feet flew in opposite directions as my dick pointed up and back, and the underside of my ballsack was on display first and foremost. Even my taint and the bottom of my crack had t the air.
"Yes, here. Now push against like I did to you." said Aunt Ruth, glistening with sweat.
She took position at my legs and grasps my ankles. When pushed them apart she moved her whole torso down, and in an instant, the head of my head pressed against her breasts. Her breasts were still covered by her workout top, which had beco damp from sweat, but nevertheless I was poking into her right tit.
If she noticed, she didn't care.
"That feels good?" she asked.
"God, that is a stretch! I'm gonna pull my groins out doing this." I answered.
She laughed. "It's great. Emmie showed this and it's super effective.
We held the hold for about 80 seconds, and the entire, even as my aunt looked at and silence, the tip of my cock pushed deeply against her tit flesh through her top.
I almost fell off the ball backwards when I slipped out of position. After this, we did a couple more pushup/crunches/jogging routines before we called it a morning.
Aunt Ruth showered first. While she showered, my cousin and I, both sweaty and waiting together, stood naked against the kitchen counter. My was dick was rock hard, and it seed to bob toward her.
"I'm so glad my mom's gotten into the you exercise routine. Those used to part of my daily schedule." Emmie said.
"Yeah, they've pretty much beco part of mine. I actually really look forward to it now." I replied. "Who made the discovery that working out in the nude is better for you?"
"It's not a discovery." She shrugged. "It's just a fact. I always worked out in the nude in my room by myself. When mom decided to join she just went with it. I don't know know about her but I refuse to work out any other way, no matter where I am."
Minutes later my aunt exited the shower. On her way out she said, "Hey, I'm gonna go the store after I dressed for so groceries. I'll pick up so more massage oil!"
Emmie showered next, then I. During my shower my mind was stuck on my little cousin's naked, hairless body, and about how instantly she presented it to as a formality. She had also seen my erect dick, pointing and hard as it ever has, pressing up against her mother's fleshy funbags.
When I erged from the shower, Aunt Ruth was nowhere in sight, so I assud she was at the store. I threw on so basketball shorts and a basic sleeveless tee and t Emmie in the kitchen -- she wore pink shorts with a matching pink spaghetti strap top as she poured herself a bowl of cereal.
"I don't know how you're not keeling over in pain after that." I said walking in the kitchen. "When Aunt Ruth did that routine last week I almost died. This ti it feels like my legs are about to fall off. "
She replied, chewing her breakfast. "The exercise ball can be brutal, for sure. What other routines have you guys been doing?"
"A whole bunch. I can't even rember all of them. If my mory is correct, tomorrow is Friday, which ans it's yoga day."
"Sa old schedule as always!"
"That's gonna kill ...I can already tell."
About a half hour later Aunt Ruth ca ho from the store with so more massage oil among other groceries, which Emmie and I helped put away.
As we finished up, I asked "With three of us here, who gets massaged first?"
"I'm technically the guest, so I do!" Emmie butted in, with which I couldn't argue.
Minutes later the 3 of us were entering my aunt's bedroom. She had put a new cover on her bed, a fluffier one than before.
"Get on the bed, girlie." Aunt Ruth commanded her daughter as she brought out the rubber massage mat from her closet.
Emmie stripped naked in a matter of seconds. Evidently, she wasn't wearing any underwear, and taking off her top, followed by her tiny shorts, took her only a breath's length.
"Have we been doing full service massages or just quick ones?" Emmie asked getting into position on the bed.
"Oh, just quick ones. I haven't done a full service in so long I don't rember the techniques." Aunt Ruth said shaking up the bottle of oil.
"Oh co on, mom, you rember."
"Honestly, no! I really don't! You have to show again."
Emmie turned toward . "Alright, you're going first, Andrew. My mom's brain is elderly and she has to be reminded of stuff."
I laughed an "Okay." and stripped down to nothing. I was flaccid, but as soon as my dick hit the cold air in the room, I felt the beginning of growth.
I switched places with Emmie, laying down naked on the bed, Emmie standing at my feet shaking up the bottle.
"Turn over. We'll do the back first." She said.
I did, and within seconds she was rubbing oil on her hands, which then went onto my back and shoulders.
"So what's the difference between regular massages and full service?" I asked.
My naked cousin sat on her knees between my spread legs as she semi-answered the question. "Full service is a regular massage except you finish at the end. Before I forget, Mom, bring a paper towel."
"Finish?"
Aunt Ruth quickly waltzed into the bathroom attached to her bedroom and grabbed two folded sheets of paper towels.
"Finish." Emmie said. "Like you do when you do it to yourself. I'll explain it more when we get to your front."
Aunt Ruth patiently stood by the side of the bed and observed her daughter's massaging techniques. She had used ones Aunt Ruth hadn't used -- she dug her knuckles deep into my spin, pushed down hard on my clavicles from behind, and when it ca to my buttocks, she spread the cheeks apart and pushed them down while moving them in circles, sothing which felt surprisingly relieving. Then she moved down my legs, subsequently to my feet and so forth.
"Turn over." Emmie commanded .
I turned over and my cent-hard dick was front and center, not far from her face as she crouched on the bed.
She knew the routine -- shoulders, chest, abdon, arms, and legs. Now, she moved into the groins.
"Cousin, you know those legs stretches killed in the groins." I said.
"They're supposed to! They hurt, but they're great for you." She answered as she rubbed lotion into my groin. The side of my shaft bumped up against her wrist. She relieved my groins for several minutes until the warmness of the oil overwheld them.
"So finish now, right?" Aunt Ruth asked, quietly observing.
Emmie smiled. "Yes. So, Andrew. Answer this honestly. How many tis a day do you orgasm?"
I had to take a mont to process what my little cousin just asked .
"Uh. Not every day. Maybe once every couple of days." I answered honestly as she continued circling her thumbs gently in my groins and my inner thighs.
"I don't know what your philosophy is, but I believe it's very important for your health to orgasm at least once every day."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm. It helps you sleep better, you'll feel more confidence during the day, and it alleviates stress, both ntal and physical."
Aunt Ruth butted in. "So what are the techniques again in this comtext?"
"There are three that I use to get to the finish quickly, but the main one is this..." Emmie said.
Then, as I looked up, without warning, my cousin placed her right hand around my cock and moved her slightly open mouth just below my nuts, right above my ass crack. She was giving a rim job.
My head tilted backwards in pleasure, and also in disbelief. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I saw my little cousin Emmie, who I had known since she was in kindergarten, rimming with passion while jerking off, and her mother, standing fully clothed amongst the nudity, watching like newly hired trainee, hand placed curiously on her chin.
"Okay, I rember that." Aunt Ruth said.
"That's the first. Then the second one is..." Emmie said before sticking her tongue ever so gently at the base of my shaft, moving her tongue in every left and right. With that, she took her pointer and her thumb and quickly jerked again, but this ti just the tip.
"Okay. I rember that one too." Aunt Ruth said. "And then the third one was the..."
Emmie interrupted. "The third is only for when you need speed things up a little and it's just a..."
This part was unbelievable. Suddenly, Emmie's whole mouth enveloped my hard cock -- a good old fashioned deep throat -- and underneath, her left hand, still soaked with warm oil, massaged my balls.
Quickly, she stopped and looked up at , grabbing my dick to make it still.
"Andrew, which finishing technique do you like the most?"
"Well, I kinda like the third one but you said it's only for when..." I started.
"No, the third one is fine if you want it! It's all about preference. As long we complete the massage to its fullest is all that matters, ya know?" she interjected.
My cousin Emmie deepthroated and massaged my balls for several minutes. Aunt Ruth stood there and watched, never looking at , only at my crotch filling her daughters face as my breathing and moaning grew audibly louder.
"Let you know you're about to finish, okay, cousin?" Emmie said briefly taking out of her mouth.
"Very soon." I replied underneath a moan.
My cousin sped up the process jerking off at the base while she sucked off the rest, still squeezing and smothering my balls with oil. She even bobbed her head up and down and it made a slurping noise.
"Cousin...I'm gonna c-cum..." I started.
She imdiately took her mouth off of my shaft and grabbed the paper towel next to . She covered my tip with the paper towel, and suddenly, with her right hand instead, pressed with her thumb directly in the center of my sack in a way that shot all my spunk through my shaft like water through a hose, and I imdiately ca buckets into the 2 thin sheets she had wrapped around my penis head.
My eyes shut, my head pushed back into the mattress and legs twitched as I ejaculated into the paper towels in my cousin's hand. I had nothing to hide, so I let out a loud, from-the-gut moan, to which my cousin and aunt smiled and laughed.
"Feels so good after all that muscle work, right?" Emmie asked as I shot my final squirts.
"Oh my god, yes." I replied. "That's wonderful!"
Emmie folded up the paper towels so the cum was inside, and with the other side, wiped up the remnants of spunk from my dick. She took into the bathroom, where she flushed it down the toilet and very quickly washed her hands.
"Mom, you're next!" she shouted over the sink. "So we can show Andrew the techniques."
Aunt Ruth smiled and looked down at . "Alright, nephew. Up!"
I promptly got off the bed. "So, how does the 'full treatnt' work for won?"
Emmie stopped the sink, dried her hands and ca back into the room. "Basically the sa, just different thods. Why don't you show the massages you've been usually doing and then when we get to the end I'll show you the finishers."
"Works for ." I said.
anwhile, Aunt Ruth was undressing inches away from . She promptly took off her shirt, revealing a familiar black bra underneath, and then she slid her shorts and underwear off at the sa ti.
She kicked her clothes to the side before laying face down on the bed. Now, she unclasped her bra and laid it on the night stand gently beside her, and once again, Aunt Ruth was 100% nude before , even though I had not yet seen everything.
I picked up the oil from the floor and got to work rubbing it into my hands as my tired erection slowly turned back to semi, even though I was still aroused on a level for which the English language has no fitting adjectives.
Emmie, still naked, watched silently from the side of the bed just as her mother did a few minutes ago. I started as I usually do with the shoulders, across the back, down the spine, and around the waist. Slowly, then, I moved as I do the feet and legs. I applied my previous technique to my aunt's ass -- starting with massaging in circles, then moving my fingertips vertically up and down, in the crack, and per her request again, digging my knuckles into the undersides of the cheeks.
Aunt Ruth moaned. "Ugh, Andrew, you are very good at that."
"Good, that ans I'm getting better. Ready to flip over?" I asked in reply.
Without speaking she reached for her bra on the nights stand, and employed a familiar arm bra as she flipped over, then gingerly laid it across her bare chest when she was situated. When she was flipping, there was instant -- just an instant -- where I swore I could have saw her nipples -- but the mont was fleeting; I wouldn't rember it, and her familiar bra blocked the way now.
Once again, I implored the usual routine -- shoulders, arms, chest/tops of the breasts, abdon , thighs, shins, feet. I dug into her groins as I did last ti, staring at her cunt just inches away from my lips as I finished the rounds.
"Are you ready to see the finishing techniques?" Emmie asked, watching rub the skin just milliters away from the womb from which she was birthed.
"Do we still have the buzzer?" Aunt Ruth blurted out from below.
"Yes, we should!" Emmie said. Quickly, she exited, went into her bedroom, and ca back monts later with "the buzzer" -- a smooth looking sparkly purple vibrator with long, dulled edges.
It appeared that Emmie was to take the wheel now, as so I got off the bed and stepped to the side.
"So..." Emmie continued. "I'm gonna show you the finished techniques on my mom, and then she can do my massage, but you can finish. Does that work?"
"Sounds good to , cousin." I said affirmatively.
"Okay, so..." Emmie started. "...while there was only really a few techniques for n there are many, many, many for won. I'm gonna show you to 4 that I think are the most effective. Mom, can you scoot to the edge?"
Aunt Ruth silently obeyed, wiggling herself and scooting her oily ass just off the edge of the bed.
"First one is similar to one of the male techniques, and it goes like..." Emmie said, then she did the sa to her mother that she did to . She placed her open mouth on the space between the bottom of the vagina and the asscrack and sucked while she implored slow, finger-deep strokes of the vaginal lips with two spread fingers. Aunt Ruth's breath beca audible.
Despite just cumming a few minutes ago, I grew hard again watching the educational demonstration.
"The second is technically one we can do ourselves...usually works great...but of course this is post-work-out release so that defeats the point." Emmie said as she showed technique #2. It consisted of rubbing the clitoris rapidly side to side, so much so that the lips jiggled.
"That works?" I asked.
"If you do it for a long ti, yes. Mom, do you rember the backwards position for the others?" Emmie replied to all in the room.
"I think so!" Aunt Ruth said. Then, she suddenly flipped over and presented the spread of her pussy to us by getting all fours on the bed, backside toward her daughter.
"The third technique is a little complicated so don't expect to master it right away..." Emmie explained. She put her open mouth against her mom's pussy and opened and closed her lips. anwhile, she took her right hand and rubbed the top of her clit from underneath in a circular motion with the tips of 3 fingers.
My aunt began to moan, and when I looked over at her, I noticed that her top had fallen off onto the bed in front her. I still couldn't see the nipples, as her breasts were leaning against the fabric of the bed, but nevertheless, they were exposed at last.
This technique continued for about 2 minutes, and steadily, my aunt's moaning and breathing grew louder and more abrasive. I saw her hands clench around the sheets underneath them.
Emmie's lecture moved on. "Now, I can tell she's getting close to finishing so I'm gonna move onto the buzzer with the fourth technique." Emmie stopped the oral and the rubbing, turned the "buzzer" on and shoved it slowly into her mother's vagina. "Now, because she's in this position, it's easier for to rub slowly along the walls of the inside."
It was at this ti that a bit of pre-cum had erged from my tip once again, despite sporting an exhausted semi. I shook my dick around a little bit to get rid of it, but I was concerned it would co again.
Aunt Ruth's moaning was loudest of all this ti as Emmie knew all the patterns, and all the ways to move her hand to bring her mother the most pleasure possible. She grabbed the sheets harder, and her legs twitched.
"Emmie...be careful..." Aunt Ruth said.
Emmie looked at my and chuckled. "She's really sensitive. Watch."
She continued and Aunt Ruth's body to convulse. Emmie started moving the buzzer in and out at a slightly tilted angle.
Aunt Ruth moaned again. "Emmie...don't do that...you know what that-...uuuuuggghhhh...."
"Here it cos!" Emmie announced.
"Emmie...please...you can't.....UUUUGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Before she could finish her remark, Aunt Ruth started to squirt viciously. It started out of nowhere, squirting out like the world's most powerful wide-faucet sink. Total Niagra. She scread involuntarily as her squirt imdiately soaked her daughter's hand and the bedsheets below.
As her breath ca back to her, she scolded her daughter. "Emmie, don't do that! Rember I told you not to do that last ti!"
Emmie laughed, glancing over at for a mont. "Co on, mom, it's all good fun!"
"Emmie, that's too far!" Aunt Ruth said as she turned her torso and looked at . Finally, after waitings eons, my Aunt Ruth's breasts were visible to , even if obscured by darkness. To my surprise, she had a little heart tattoo floating just left above her right nipple. The room was dim, and our shadows were harsh, but I saw enough of them to make them out. Her areolas were darker than the rest of her skin, a beautiful brownish hue, and nipples perfectly centered. They were every man's idea of a perfect pair. "Andrew, I'm sorry you had to see that!" she said to .
I laughed a nervous laugh. "It's alright, Aunt Ruth. I know it was an accident."
She promptly rolled off the bed from the opposing side and waltzed into the bathroom. "I have to clean myself up. Emmie, you're gonna wash those sheets later! Here...put this down for now."
She threw a towel across the room and Emmie caught it, laying it down on the bed over her mother's squirt.
Emmie threw her mom's used bra off the bed, got into position on the bed face down and I waited, watching. I half observed Aunt Ruth wiping her crotch and inner thighs down with toilet paper and flushing it. She turned the light off in the bathroom, and her tits were much harder to see as she ca out and approached her dresser right next to the door. I stared at her backside as she quickly put on a new, perfectly fitting white bikini.
"I'm gonna lay out by the pool. I'll work later. Co out if you want." She said.
"What about my turn?" Emmie asked in surprise.
"Andrew, can you cover your cousin? You saw the techniques, yes?" Aunt Ruth answered.
I replied. "Sure, Aunt Ruth."
Aunt Ruth promptly skipped out the room with a towel in hand, her butt cheeks jiggling.
"I guess she's pissed." I noted out loud.
"She'll get over it. She has a habit of making a ss when she finishes but sohow it's my fault." Emmie said. "I honestly don't know why she's even upset. Nothing to be pissy about. I'll go talk to her when we're done."
I started massaging my cousin, backside first. The usual routine. I felt my fingers rub against her vagina multiple tis while massaging the inner groin from behind, but I suppose it didn't matter now.
She flipped over and I started on the shoulders, until I ca to a new obstacle.
"Is there, um, is there a particular way to massage the breasts?" I asked. "Your mom usually keeps her bra on."
"Not really. Just do like I would do your chest. Mine are pretty small anyway, as I'm sure you've noticed." Emmie answered.
I rubbed a bit more oil into my palms, and like Indiana Jones prepping to swap the sandbag, I gently placed my hands and fingertips on my cousin's tits. I moved my fingers gently in and out along the rims, twiddled the tiny nipples, and pressed harshly into the undersides and sides with my knuckles, similar to the technique used on the butt cheeks.
"See, you got it." Emmie congratulated . "Mom is such a prude."
"Any other techniques?" I asked.
"Here."
Emmie grabbed my hands and squeezed her tiny tits together the best she could with them.
"As slow as you can, let them slide back to their natural position, and scrape ever so gently with your nails."
I did what she said.
"Now..." she continued. "With not too much pressure, pinch my nipples."
I did so, and she let out a slow breathe through her nose. I continued to do it over and over, and her sounds of pleasure continued.
Eventually I continued the rest of her front. She happily spread her legs for so I could massage her groins.
I concentrated very hard with my younger cousin's bare pussy just inches away. "Which finishing technique do you prefer?"
"Which do you think you'd be best at?" she replied.
"No, cousin, you tell which one you like and I'll do my best."
"Okay, well, the first one I showed you usually works for . If we need to switch it up, I'll let you know."
"The first one was the one with the mouth on the ---?"
"Yeah, right between the -- yeah"
We both knew what each other ant.
I hesitated for a mont, as we both repositioned ourselves, Emmie scooting to the edge of the bed and getting on my knees on the carpet. Before my long pause beca to obviously a nervous one, I pressed my lips on my cousin's taint and made out with it. As per the technique, I took two fingers and pressed deeply into her vag. She imdiately started moaning.
As my lips moved in and out on my cousin's gooch, my top lip repeatedly grazing the bottom of her coin slot, my tongue touching on and off the very bottom of her asscrack, I thought out of all the tis as kids that I had seen her in various forms of undress -- at family BBQs when I had seen her in slender bikinis, the one ti we all went on vacation and she was pantsless in the hotel room, and I even rembered the ti that she saw my butt once as a little kid when my brother pulled my trunks down at a party as a joke. Now here I was with my lips pressed between her ass and her cunt, fingers deep in warm vaginal lips, and she was slowly reaching orgasm -- all for the sake of what she called "full service".
"Fingers deeper..." she commanded.
So I listened. And she moaned.
Gradually her moans and breathe grew louder just as Aunt Ruth's had -- and she began gripping the sides of the bed, her lip curling and her nose scrunching into her face.
"Don't stop." She said. "Bite harder."
I put so teeth force into my oral massaging. Slowly Emmie's legs began closing in on my ears. Her thigh skin pressed against .
"Good?" I asked.
"Cousin, keep going. I'm gonna finish." she said through her breathe. "Fingers faster!!"
I fingered her ferociously, at the sa ti digging my mouth into the area between her rectum and her snatch, pressing the surface of my tongue in the center, and biting the area on the whole with teeth just so.
A minute more of doing this led to my cousin wrapping her legs around my shoulders, resting them on my back.
Suddenly, her thighs had in a headlock.
"Andrew..." she said through a wimper.
She let out a searing, long high-pitched moan and her hips began gyrating uncontrollably, my head still stuck in her crotch. It was a sudden roller coaster of pussy. As she shook, her pussy lips rubbed all over my face in a random pattern and subsequently, she ca, and her juices and creams filled the space between my facial orifices and her gaping hole.
Eventually she pushed away and I fell back onto the carpet with my cousin's liquids all over my face and neck.
"Cousin, that's one of the best full service massages I've ever received. Are you sure you've never done that before?" Emmie said, laying back on the bed.
"Yeah." I laughed. "First ti I've done that."
"You're incredible! I'm just gonna lay here for a bit...catch my breath...."
"Alright."
I stood up.
"Are you joining your mom out by the pool? I think she wants to talk to you."
"Ugh. I know. I'll go see her in a bit."
I cleaned myself up and threw my boxers on. I watched through the window a bit later as Emmie and Aunt Ruth conversed poolside -- for reasons unknown, Emmie stayed topless, flaunting her tits by the pool while her and her mother argued, and still for a little bit when she ca inside.
Emmie and headed to my bedroom for a movie and dinner while Aunt Ruth did her evening work. She chose Before You. It wasn't very good, but it's okay. I was happy to spend ti with her.
Things wrapped up for the night -- we all ate and put out PJs on. I helped Aunt Ruth tidy up the garage a bit before bedti, and around 11, we all settled in.
Going to bed, I thought that things couldn't possibly get better than they did today. I did things with both my aunt and my cousin I have only seen in fantasies, and the workouts were getting more and more intimate. It couldn't possibly get any better.
And then I rembered.
Tomorrow is Friday.
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