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First Published: 13 March 2022

Fun with Family - Chapter 1
by Jay F. Mugz
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Story Code: M/F/b 11, incest, ped

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An advantage to not having children is that you can often afford to buy nice things. An advantage to having some nice things is that someone else's children may come over to play…

And so our house became a favorite for our nieces and nephews, their friends and all sorts of family gatherings. We had a good sized back yard, a pool, a tiki-hut bar and lots of grassy areas for games and other fun. In the summertime, our house was the place to be.

It happened that on one June day my nephew Jimmy came to stay with us for the week. His parents were going on a cruise that was for sales agents and their spouses, and so young Jimmy got to stay with us, Aunt Carrie and Uncle Jay.

To hear his mother talk about it, he didn't mind too much. The cruise was going to be filled with meetings and adults; so when they asked if he'd rather stay with us, apparently he jumped at the chance.

Jimmy is a little small for his age. He had just turned 11 on May 1st, and he was a small fifth grader. Kids that age hit growth spurts somewhere in there, but the timing can be dramatically different. And Jimmy was still the little kid we'd loved for years.

He was also a quiet boy. When he was at the house with his cousins, I almost never knew he was around. Everybody else talked louder than he did and he just seemed happy to follow along with whatever games were being played at the time.

He arrived with little fanfare, his parents were already occupied with the list of things to do before leaving on a week-long vacation. Dropping Jimmy off was just another point on the checklist.

It was just before dinner, so we grilled some hamburgers and ate a nice easy meal on the patio out back. Jimmy just kept looking at the pool and the rest of the backyard while we tried to coax a conversation out of him about school and friends. He'd give some small, polite answer and just go back to looking at the pool.

Finally, I said, "Jimmy, do you want to take a swim before it gets dark?"

"Can I!" he exclaimed.

I stifled a laugh.

"Of course you can. We'll clean all of this up and wait a few minutes so your dinner gets digested a bit. But there's plenty of time for you to swim."

It had been a warm day, even for June, so a swim sounded like a great idea to me, too.

Packing up the dishes and heading back inside, I nudged Carrie, "you going to swim, too?"

"No," she said, "you boys have some fun."

And that's just what we did. Jimmy had the pool almost to himself. He'd never had it like that. Every time he'd been over to swim, there were other cousins around or some kind of party where lots of people would be in the pool, too. This evening, he could play as much as he wanted.

I threw him a few times. I don't have the strength I used to, but I could still toss his lithe little body fairly high in the air. He'd squeal loudly before hitting the water and coming up sputtering, all the while asking to do it again.

I got pretty comfortable picking him up after just a couple of throws. My hands would hold him the same way to get maximum lift: One hand on his side and the other grabbing his crotch. He didn't seem to mind a bit, but I was beginning to really appreciate the feel of his little cock and balls each time I held him. Frankly, it was having an effect on my own cock and balls. But I was standing in deep enough water to hide the obvious bulging of my swim suit.

We must have played in the pool for the better part of an hour before Aunt Carrie called us in.

"That's enough for today," she said "there will be lots of swim time this week."

Jimmy was all smiles as he hugged us both. This was going to be a great week, and we were happy that the little guy was going to be with us.

Carrie took Jimmy up to his room and showed him where to put all of his clothes.

She came back down and found me in the living room, just wrapped in a towel.

"Is he going to bed now?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so,"she answered "he's got a TV up there if he wants to stay up later, but he seems awfully tired and he's warm and dry now. I showed him where to hang his wet swim suit and I laid out his pajamas."

"Good," I said, "now let's go out and enjoy the adult pool."

You see, there's a small hot tub in our back yard, too. Most everyone ignores it for the larger swimming pool, but there's nothing better in the evening than a little warm, naked soak.

"Jay!" she exclaimed, "we can't do that. There's an 11 year old boy staying in our house."

"You said he's going to bed," I countered.

"I suppose," she answered slowly.

Clearly, she wasn't sure about this.

"How about I open a nice bottle of wine and we share that?" I nudged.

Well, that made it easier. She loved a glass or two of wine and she always appreciated having a reason for opening one.

"Okay, then," she said, "I'll meet you there in five minutes."

Well, I was already dressed for the party, so it didn't take long to be out at the tub holding a cool bottle of white wine and two glasses.

Carrie had gone around the house and turned out or dimmed most of the lights on the main floor. She was always happy to be naked in the hot tub with me, but she didn't want to feel like there were spotlights from the house on her while she did it.

She came out in just a robe as I was climbing in the tub. The water felt great. The pool water was still a little cold as it was early in the season, but the hot tub was exactly that: hot. It felt very relaxing and sensual.

Carrie shed her robe and climbed in the tub next to me. I always get a little jolt when she gets naked outside. Something just a bit erotic about seeing your pretty wife strip where someone else could see. Hmmm…

I poured us each a generous serving of wine and sat back in the tub as the little jets pulsed and sputtered. We talked a bit, drank a bit, were quiet for a bit…just enjoying the heat. Every once in a while, I'd feel her foot rub against my leg. Her toes would caress my thigh. I was really enjoying our hot tub evening and my cock was warm and hard.

"Aunt Carrie…"

We jumped! Literally! Wine glasses in hand, we both bolted upright.

There was Jimmy, just standing next to the hot tub in his pajamas.

"Aunt Carrie, can I have a soda?"

"Um," she stammered, "no sweetie. It's too late for a soda, but you can have some juice. Do you think you can find some juice in the fridge?"

He just nodded and went back inside.

I started to laugh, my heart rate slowing back to a normal pace.

Carrie looked flustered.

Clearly, we had both forgotten that we had a house guest.

"Oops," I said, "I guess I need to be reminded that someone else is around."

"Yeah," she said slowly, "I forgot, too."

Her face was flushed. I would've thought it was the wine and the heat of the hot tub, but she also seemed lost in thought.

"You okay?" I asked.

She was quiet for a moment. She kind of screwed on a smile and said "he looked at me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said, a little more forcefully, "he looked at me. The whole time he was asking for a drink he was staring at my tits."

"Oh," I swallowed a smile, "well, you can't blame him. There they are."

She punched me in the arm.

"C'mon," I said, "what little boy isn't dying to see a woman's breasts?"

She gave me a dirty look instead of a punch.

"Well, I think it's great," I declared, "he'll have a great memory of his time with us and I have fulfilled my fantasy of having another man see you naked."

That did it. That broke the tension. She laughed.

"You're an idiot," she said.

"An idiot who is your bartender," as I held up the bottle, silently asking if she wanted a refill.

She nodded and I poured.

"I don't think we'll be bothered again," I said, "he's gotten enough of an eyeful for one night."

She was silent. I thought that remark would get some rise out of her, but she just looked thoughtful.

The water was taking effect again and she relaxed back into a jet. I reach over and found her nipples to be rock hard.

That was a good sign. I followed a nipple pinch down her stomach and over her smooth mound to find her lips were puffy as well.

My wife was turned on.

I set my glass down and turned my body toward hers to give myself more access. She looked at me as if shaken from a fog.

I kissed her hard as my fingers found her hard clit began to rub her pussy.

It was in that moment that I think I knew what had done it.

"You liked being seen, didn't you?" I asked.

Pause.

"Yes," she whispered, "his eyes were so focused, I didn't even think about it and my nipples were rock hard."

"I wanted him to see me," she said, "I enjoyed it."

I fingered her harder, now adding a digit and fucking her with two fingers while my other hand pinched her achingly hard nipples.

She laid back in the hot tub and spread herself open to my touch. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in the sensations of the hot water and bubbles working in concert with my fingers. I watched in awe as she shuddered through two orgasms. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers each time she came.

That was the fun for the first night. Carrie took care of my raging hardon when we were back in our bedroom. After the wine and the events of the evening, we both slept soundly until daybreak.

The next day was a Monday. As it was summertime, we'd both scheduled free time from work. We weren't sure how much adult time Jimmy would need and neither of us wanted to leave the other stuck with a needy 11 year old kid.

But Jimmy couldn't have been easier. He was up by 8 and down having breakfast. He said he slept well, but only after being asked. He didn't seem too intent on doing anything in particular, just going along with the flow of whatever our household might do.

"Do you want to go swimming again?" I asked.

That got a vigorous nod.

"Okay, maybe a little swim time before lunch. Would you like that?"

Another vigorous nod. Communication was going to be a challenge with this one.

It was a warm Monday and I asked Carrie if she'd join us in the pool today. She said that she would after she started on lunch.

We were in the pool for about a half hour when she came out to be with us. I had to rein in my wolf whistle when I saw what she was wearing: a lovely two-piece bikini that I distinctly remember her buying for a cruise we took several years before. She hadn't worn it since that I could recall. The one time I'd asked about it, she said it embarrassed her because it was too small on her now.

It looked good on this Monday morning, I can tell you. And I wasn't the only one who thought so. Little Jimmy had stopped splashing around in the water next to me. He was watching her walk toward the pool, too.

"Well, good morning again," I said grandly, "glad you could make time to join us."

Carrie mocked a curtsy as she kicked off her flip flops.

"I wanted to give you both time to warm up," she said.

"Oh, we're warm now," I laughed, "thank you."

She didn't say a word, but I could see her cheeks and her neck flush a little. That was always a good sign that hard nipples were soon to follow.

She glided into the pool and Jimmy made a beeline for her. He swam up behind her and clung to her neck, wrapping his little legs around her waist.

It gave her a chance to hold him up a little, too. I could see her hands grasping his little legs as she held him against her.

The water felt great as the hot sun beat down. We just lightly swam about as Jimmy stayed about as close to Carrie as white on rice. I couldn't help but smile to myself that we had a bit of a crush going on here.

After a half hour or so, Carrie announced that it was lunch time and headed for the ladder. We hadn't planned it, but Jimmy and I both stayed back to watch her get out of the pool. The swimsuit was clearly a bit small for her body, and it revealed more than it hid. Sure enough, that ass looked delicious as the water dripped off her body. I couldn't be sure, but I think she took a little extra time getting out, just to make sure we both got a good look.

I was bulging a bit as I got out of the pool. Using a towel, I quickly hid the evidence from both Jimmy and Carrie. If she was playing a teasing game, I didn't want to give her too much ammunition.

Jimmy didn't say a word, but got right out of the pool and headed to the table with an umbrella to have a sandwich. From the back, I couldn't see if he was "tenting" a bit or not in his baggy swimsuit.

Carrie came out of the house with a tray of goodies: sandwiches, drinks, chips and the like. But what surprised me was that she hadn't put anything on over her bikini. She often wears a wrap when she's not swimming, but not today.

She put the tray down on the table and sat down next to Jimmy. There wasn't much disguising those beautiful tits. And her nipples were very hard, whether from the cool breeze when she went into the air-conditioning or showing off those beauties to an appreciative audience, I wasn't entirely sure. But I loved seeing them.

I was sitting across the round table from Jimmy and Carrie. From my vantage point I could now clearly see Jimmy's face. He had a great deal of trouble looking up from Carrie's tits.

Every time I'd ask him a question, he'd pull his gaze away from Carrie's chest and answer me, only to return to her hard nipples right away.

And it was having an effect on Carrie as well. Her chest and neck were pink and I thought I could detect her breathing was a little sharp. She was clearly liking giving that boy a show.

For my part, I was just enjoying watching them both. Poor Jimmy had no idea that he was being played like a fiddle and my dear wife was happy to be able to manipulate the boy so easily.

Lunch was over quickly and we busied ourselves cleaning up. Jimmy was a big help, carrying things back to the kitchen and basically doing anything Aunt Carrie could think of, just to keep close to her.

Since it was still just the three of us, we decided to swim in the afternoon, too.

Jimmy and I were playing our game, splashing around and being boys. That's when I had an idea.

"Jimmy," I whispered. Carrie was on a float on the other side of the pool, resting her eyes.

"Let's go get Aunt Carrie," I said, conspiratorially.

His eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously…affirmative in Jimmy-speak.

We quietly made our way across the pool and crept up to the side of Carrie's float.

All at once we yelled "Ah-HAH!" and turned it over.

She really had been napping a little and the sudden surprise caught her completely unawares. I was hoping for that and I reached behind her as she was trying to find her footing and untied both strings to her top.

"Wha--!" she sputtered, water dripping everywhere.

And that was before she noticed her top floating away.

Jimmy saw though. He was splashing her when she came up, but seeing those hard nipples made him stop in his tracks.

Carrie instinctively covered herself immediately. She gave me a dark look. I feigned innocence and held up my hands.

"C'mon," I said, "we're all family here. Just let them get a little sunshine."

Carrie opened her mouth to say something, but then something made her just close it again.

"Jimmy," I said, looking at him, "you don't mind, do you?"

"No," he said. And that was that. Carrie was topless.

We were all wet and comfortable now. I threw Jimmy a few times, but then I suggested that he get on Carrie's back again. This time, of course, she didn't have a top on.

Jimmy was floating with me as I moved over to where Carrie was bobbing in deep-ish water.

I swam up to her front, but held Jimmy's arms as I swung him around behind her. I was very close to her and could almost feel those hard nipples poking me in the chest.

Imagine her surprise when I took Jimmy's hands and laid them over her shoulders and squarely on her tits.

I felt her jump in the water. Still holding onto Jimmy's forearms, I could feel his hands clamp down on her breasts.

She got flushed again. Quickly.

There was no hiding my intentions at this point. I brought the boy over to her and put his hands on her very sensitive nipples. I knew that she was on fire. So while Jimmy squeezed her tits, I reach down between her legs. She parted her thighs easily and I found a very hot, puffy pussy under her swimsuit.

"Good job, Jimmy" I said to the boy as I started to caress my wife's clit.

"Keep squeezing Aunt Carrie. She really likes that," I told him.

Her eyes were glazing over. The pink blush on her chest spread up her neck and into her cheeks. Her nostrils flared and my girl was on fire.

I took two hands and tugged at her bottoms. Carrie didn't fight me in the least as I got her naked in the pool. Then I turned her around and lifted Jimmy off of her for just a moment. I put him back, but this time facing her and her great tits.

We had moved into shallower water and Carrie could easily stand.

"Put your hands back where they were, Jimmy," I instructed the boy.

He did just that as I reached under Carrie from behind. While an 11 year old boy squeezed her tits, I began to finger fuck her from behind. Hard.

"Kiss her nipples, Jimmy," I said in a husky voice, "suck each one hard."

Carrie drew a sharp intake of breath. Her breathing was so shallow at this point. She was in a trance as all her senses were filled with erotic feels.

As one hand was fingering her, I reached around her with my free hand. It was then that I felt her arm moving. I followed it down to her hand and found it buried in Jimmy's shorts, tugging at his little cock. My wife was jerking off our 11 year old nephew as he was suckling her nipples.

I was so hard at this point my cock could drive nails, but I didn't want to interrupt such an erotic scene.

It didn't take Carrie more than a minute to start to orgasm. She pulled Jimmy in closer, practically squishing his face to her swollen tit. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my two fingers with great force, indicating how hard her orgasm was hitting her.

The whole time, nobody said a word. Carrie came almost silently, except for raspy breathing and a low, sensual moan.

She had stopped tugging on Jimmy's cock and her hand came out of his swimsuit as she held him close.

We all just separated a little bit in the cool water as Carrie came back down. I waited for her to say something first.

"Whew…well…" she said, beginning to catch her breath, "that was unexpected."

"I love swimming!" declared Jimmy.

That got us all to laughing.

"I love swimming, too, buddy," I added, smiling widely.

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