Hot Aunt and the Greek God Twins

Face down in the gap between two overstuffed hotel pillows, Nikki tried to concentrate on anything except the waves racking her body and her mind, the almost unbearably intense sensations running through her. She focused on the only points of contact between her and her nephew. His hands.

His hands did feel huge. The left held her. Fingers latched onto the front of her hipbone, the thumb wrapped all the way to her spine, it seemed.

The right hand fucked her. His knuckles wetly smacked the whole area around her clit every time those fingers shoved into her. She had sucked Kale's finger. It hadn't seemed that big. It's gotta be the pot.

She flashed to a memory of the Greek God, Gabriel, getting teased. For his big hands. It might have been the only time she had seen him embarrassed. Even his sister had teased him: "What do big hands and big feet mean, Gabe?...Big gloves and socks."

Scent and memory are closely related in the brain, she had read. Which would explain why she was suddenly imagining that she smelled that intoxicating Greek God scent. Not imagining it; she could smell it. Maybe some smell reminded her addled brain of that particular erotically-charged aroma, and that led her to think of Gabriel.

And his big hands. And what big hands might mean besides big gloves. That was it: she wouldn't even think of Kalen behind her. Her nephew, who looked so much like her, who she'd loved since he was a baby.

She closed her eyes tight and pictured Gabriel, shining with sweat, pushing himself out of a pool lounge chair. The Greek God was behind her, holding her, touching her with those big hands. Filling the air with his intoxicating scent. Filling her again and again with those thick, long fingers.

She had no warning. Among the stormy waves was a tsunami, a hidden giant. It dwarved the waves that had rendered her helpless in magnitude, intensity and kind.

Feeling the God's hands on and in her, her nostrils filled and head swirling with his musk, she screamed. Or cried or squealed. She didn't know if actual sound was coming out of her but her ears rang with it. Pressure seemed to press her eyes out from their sockets.

Her body went straight as a board and rigid. The fingers stayed in her, pressing deep, but her hip escaped his grip as she flattened herself on the mattress. Contraction and convulsion expanded out from her center. It seemed an effort to stay in her own body, the prolonged detonation of white-light ecstasy was so strong.

Then the big free hand, Gabriel's perfect, smooth olive-hued hand, pressed into the middle of her back. She knew she made an actual sound when she groaned as his weight forced the air out her lungs. She had no idea how many or what parts of her body had released things beyond her control.

Pinned and unable to control her spasming body even if he hadn't been holding her down, her groan rose in pitch as his other hand resumed its motion. Her muscles were clenched so tight he wondered how he had kept his fingers in her at all when she had performed the orgasmic planking of a lifetime.

The God's touch must be divine, because the ecstasy continued. He kept slowly moving a finger (maybe two?) in and out of her, kept pinning her with less than half a breath available, and kept the tsunami convulsion vibrating through her without pause. Kept her dimly screaming into the pillows. Kept the white flash popping behind her eyes.

The God smell was strong, even with her face buried in down. Kalen must be using the same cologne and...he hadn't been wearing cologne minutes ago in the hot tub. The thick finger inside had slowed. She was able to almost think.

Unlike a wave of an orgasm, like she usually had, like she had already had many times tonight, the tsunami did not noticeably end. When a wave leaves, it's a quick sort of gradual.

This one receded so slowly she wasn't aware of the change. As though she was a 113 pound tuning fork, banged hard - pun intended - and then left to slowly, ever so gradually vibrate less and less.

But she was able to think now, and didn't think she could have done that earlier. She was confident she wouldn't need to flee her body, and no longer sure she knew how to leave it if she'd wanted.

Kale's hands still felt big though, and she still did smell that amazing God scent. His right hand was still pressed tight against her ass, palm pushing her round cheeks apart, but his fingers (it had to be at least two!) had stopped inside her.

She had to get to the source of that smell. If it was her nephew's cologne, she wanted to bury her nose wherever he'd put it. She was still vibrating from what that smell had set off in her.

She pulled one knee up toward her, tilting her slightly on the bed. She started to throw that leg up and over Kalen's head as she spun onto her back.

As she pulled the knee up she thought she heard a rough metallic click to her side. As she started to flip onto her back and throw her bent leg up, she heard a loud "Shhh."

As her face left the confines of the pillows, in the direction of the muffled click, the first thing she saw was the outlined of a girl reclined on the other bed, next to her's.

She was smiling at Nikki. She was beautiful, with wavy, golden hair, bright white teeth between full pouty lips and wearing a flowing dress, unbuttoned down the front and exposing two lovely young breasts.

She was holding a lit Bic lighter, white, under the tip of a rather fat joint she was lighting. She giggled.

"Hi, Hot Aunt." She waved the newly lit joint. "Let's get this party started."

Nikki sputtered, unbelieving, "Started?"

Gabrielle - it had to be the Goddess - lifted her eyes. Nikki's followed.

There was still a finger inside her. Nikki's left foot, which she she had started to throw over Kalen's head to flip herself onto her back before she found a girl on the bed next to her's, rested on a rather smooth, olive-skinned shoulder.

And that shoulder was on a rather tall, very beautiful young man. Gabriel. The God smell, which she had briefly thought was explained as the Goddess smell and was now revealed to be a combination of both Twins, filled her nose. Rather than be startled and freeze up or lash out at the surprise, she went limp.

She fell back against the mattress on her back, her mouth and muscles slack. Her eyes fluttered closed, her last sight Gabrielle puffing on the joint, pinky held high. She felt beyond surprise.

"Are you okay, Aunt Nikki?"

Her eyes flew open at the voice asking the question.

Josh, her little nephew Joshy, just 18 yesterday, grinned at her. He spoke from between two long perfectly bronze Goddess legs which were hanging off the end of the bed, with a gossamer skirt bunched up near their tops. Her younger nephew must have been kneeling on the floor, between Gabrielle's perfect thighs.

Everyone was grinning at her. She looked up at the young God, smiling down. She felt his fingers move in her, curving upward now, slowly caressing the crinkled tenderness of her g spot. She felt her finally relaxed core tighten once more.

The Goddess rolled gracefully toward Nikki and extended her long arm. Between thumb and finger on the end was the fat, smoking joint.

From above her, Gabe spoke for the first time, as his fingers massaged her spot more firmly. His smooth baritone hinted at depth despite his youth. "Yeah. It's time to start this party."

Her eyes shut tight as she fell back limp. Except for that tuning fork the Greek God was now strumming like a lyre.

Started?