My Teen Stud Nephew - Day 07

Tracy was torn between embarrassment in front of Ryan and anger toward me. Her confused emotions delayed a response.

"So are we going, Honey?" I asked Ryan.

"Absolutely." Ryan said. "Let me just take off this dirty shirt." He began peeling his sweaty t-shirt off and my world slowed as Ryan's muscular, sweaty abs and chest were revealed. Staring at my sex god nephew, I sighed deeply and squeezed my thighs. Ryan glanced up and looked from me to Tracy and grinned, winking at us. Tracy giggled and I glanced to see her staring at her cousin as I was, biting her lip. Ryan now wore only a pair of tight board shorts that outlined his third leg deliciously.

Ryan walked over and draped an arm around me and Tracy. His muscular arm felt heavy on my shoulder as he led us towards the car. "I sure am lucky to have such beautiful cheerleaders today." he said. I blushed, nervous but excited.

Ryan had rented a pickup truck while he stayed here so there was room for both Tracy and I in the front for the ride to the beach. However, I slid in first so that I would be next to Ryan as he drove. As we chatted during the ride, I traced my fingers up his thick powerful thigh to his abs and back down again, over and over. He took the opportunity to tell me about his school, including his conquests therein. I found myself rubbing his leg and abs harder and harder in excitement and fascination as he told me about his school counselor, who used to go by Sam but now answered only to Princess. I should be jealous, or disgusted, I thought. But I was just awed and turned on.

Ryan noticed. "Does that excite you honey?" He chuckled. "There are a lot more stories I could tell you."

I nodded, biting my lip.

We slowed to a stop at a red light and Ryan kept speaking. "Are you curious about which of our relatives are...mine?" he asked, smirking. I heard Tracy gasp behind me.

"There are others?!" she asked, incredulously.

"Besides my Tammy?" Ryan said, smiling at me and running his fingers along my cheek. I brightly at him. 'My Tammy,' he had called me. It sounded so wonderful. "Sure..." Ryan continued. "...plenty."

He guided a finger to my mouth and I sucked on it eagerly, running my tongue around it in circles and looking into his beautiful eyes. My heart beat faster. Maybe he wouldn't make us wait until later? I thought. I let my hand wander deeper into his lap, seeking out...Ryan's hand left my mouth and he moved my hand with it. My heart beat hard and fast as I stared at him drooling.

"But you'll see that in due time. The question is...will another join today?"

His gaze passed to Tracy and she visibly shuddered. "Please daddy...please can I?" She whispered, her voice trembling. I wanted to scream in frustration and jealousy as he moved his hand towards Tracy, who began sucking on his long fingers herself. I reminded myself that this was what Ryan wanted. And that was more important than my silly feelings. "She's ready, Papi." I said. She looked at me gratefully. As long as she remembers her place... I thought. Papi's finger reached her face and she kissed them desperately. She opened, wanting to take them into her mouth, but he pulled them back.

"We'll see..." Papi said. Tracy whimpered and I couldn't help but giggle, squeezing and rubbing Ryan's muscular thigh again.

Soon Ryan pulled up to a gated entrance under a large white awning. Two workers in full seersucker suits held up a hand. As we pulled up they peered in the window. "I'm Ryan Winters." Ryan told the guard.

"Thank you, sir." They replied. "We'll have to see who'll you're bringing as well."

"Of course." Ryan replied.

The guards peered in the window at me and Tracy. I shifted uncomfortably, but Ryan's hand on my shoulder calmed me.

"Go ahead." The guard said as we left the gate behind. As we pulled towards the bright white clubhouse, I asked Papie "where are we?"

"The Woodbine Beach Club, honey. It's quite exclusive." Looking around, I saw only expensive cars and beautiful people.

Shit.

I knew this place. I had heard coworkers speaking about it in awed tones. I had friends who claimed membership but that had never brought me.

An exclusive beach club open just 2-3 months each year (given Toronto's climate) that admitted people based not just on money, but looks too. You needed both to enter. If you did not have both but were entering as a guest of someone who did, then you still needed to be attractive.

My heart fluttered. The guards, they had given us the go ahead...did that mean....? "I...I'm not sure I belong here, Ryan" I said nervously.

But Ryan just smiled at me handsomely as he put the car in park. "You're stunning, Tammy. You have nothing to worry about."

A rush went through me. Being a beautiful woman instead of an effeminate man as I had been all my life was truly incredible.

But my nervousness remained for another reason. "Ryan...a lot of my coworkers are members here. My bosses too....Maybe we can go somewhere else?..."

Ryan gave me a flat look. "It's your choice, Tammy." He got out of the car and circled round, opening the door and helping Tracy down. He draped an arm over her and squeezed her ass as Tracy squealed. "You can stay behind." he continued. "Good alone time for us to get to know each other."

My panic flared. I couldn't be cut out. "Ahhhh nevermind! I'm coming!" I yelled desperately as they turned away.

Ryan stopped and waited for me to catch up. He draped his arm around me too. "Glad you're coming, Honey." He squeezed my ass too and I couldn't help but smile and lean into him a bit. "We'll both be coming later." he whispered in my ear. I giggled because I knew he expected me to, but my anxiety remained.

As we walked through the parking lot and under an awning to a wide luxurious garden area, every eye was on us. I imagined the sight they were seeing. The peering eyes were seeing this beautiful, massively muscular young man walking into the club like he owned the place, with an arm around two attractive, older women and a hand on each ass. I tried to focus on the sexiness of that image, and of my studly nephew's glory. I tried taking deep breaths

We walked through the clubhouse, more eyes following us. Ryan wasn't the only man without a shirt on - it was a beach club after all - but there wasn't anyone like him around. Many of the other boys were cute - I barely noticed the women in the room - but none held a candle to Ryan. Ryan stopped suddenly. "So girls. I think we're ready for the beach now. You can take off your tops."

I glanced around, shocked. Everyone was staring. "Here...Ryan?" I whispered nervously.

He looked at me, his eyes dead serious. I gulped and started removing my sweater. I heard whispering ignite all around me and glanced up, only to look down again immediately. I couldn't bear the stares. As I removed my sweater and my skin was more and more revealed, the whispering seemed to grow. They knew... they all knew what I really was... I began to tremble... my sweater passed my boobs, putting my cleavage on display... the whispering grew. Though I kept my gaze down, I knew everyone was staring at me, disgusted. They knew...they all knew... My heart beat out of my chest... I began getting dizzy...

"Tammy..." Ryan's voice murmured.

"No!" I whispered harshly, sobbing once. I covered my chest with the sweater and just started running.

"MOM!" I heard Tracy call out behind me, but I didn't stop.

I ran gasping past staring eyes, trying to cover myself, my fear and humiliation mounting. What if my bosses and coworkers saw me. What if my friends did!? I searched frantically for somewhere to hide and saw a bathroom. I ducked into the swinging door, ran down a short hallway, and froze.

I stared around an open locker room area, and it was full of men. I still had tears running down my face and I must have looked like a mess. All conversations had stopped, all the men looked at me, shocked.

I couldn't move. I couldn't think. To my right was an executive at my firm - Patrick - I had recognized him instantly. In front of me to my left was a guy from my neighborhood, who I often nodded to as he ran by while I was gardening. He was so muscular... the thought flitted across my head amidst my horror.

"Umm... ma'am? Are you lost?" The question came from the executive. I looked down and away, not wanting him to recognize me. This was my nightmare. I needed to go hide in a corner somewhere, away from everyone's eyes.

I risked a glance up, did he recognize me? I glanced over at the muscular neighbor - I remembered his name, Darrel - he was staring at me... oh god. I... needed... I don't know what... my heart beat uncontrollably... I needed help...

"Whoops, Honey - you silly girl." I heard Ryan say from behind me. For some reason, even though he was the cause of all of it, hearing his voice filled me with relief. I was still horrified. I still needed to flee. But I knew Ryan would protect me.

"This is the men's locker room." His arm slipped around my waist and his hand rested on my hip possessively. "Let get you to the little girls' room, shall we?"

I felt my cheeks, finally reacting to the situation, flush red and I turned my head into Ryan's chest, nodding silently.

"Gentlemen." He nodded goodbye to the men and we turned.

As we walked out, my legs were shaky, tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Shhhhh..." Ryan said. "It's okay. It's part of the process, Tammy. You haven't fully accepted who you are."

I still trembled, feeling so small and frail next to his strong body. We approached the women's locker room and I started to turn towards it but Ryan guided me past. We entered a small private change room labeled "family changing room." Tracy was sitting on a bench waiting for us. She looked relieved when she saw me and I felt a rush of guilt at the way I'd been treating her. I wanted to cry but Ryan turned me towards him and I stared into his handsome face. I was unable to stop my eyes flickering over his hard sculpted body. My thoughts suddenly softened.

"Now..." Ryan said in his deep masculine voice, "let's get you worked out. Trace - stand up next to your mother."

Tracy stood obediently and walked up next to me. "We tried it outside, but you didn't obey."

I flushed with shame and guilt at his disapproval.

"But now I'm telling you again." His voice hardened and his cold eyes rested on mine. I wanted to shrink back. "Take off your tops."

That time I didn't hesitate (and I told myself I wouldn't again, even if others were around). My scandalous black one-piece was revealed, though my confidence was shaken and I no longer felt as good about myself in it as I once did. I looked like Tom trying to wear a woman's bathing suit... I thought dejectedly. Tracy, meanwhile, seemed to have used a few tricks since the house - the red bikini top and jean shorts had both been pinned or something so that they hugged her curves tightly. She looked really good. Damn.

"Now, Tracy. I suspect your mother isn't feeling as confident as she should. What do you think, Tracy? Does she look good?"

Tracy looked at me up and down. "Yes, Daddy. She looks great."

"I disagree." He replied and my heart dropped. My head fell so I was staring at the floor.

"She looks. Fucking. Incredible." He said with harsh intensity. I looked up sharply. "I don't see a trace of whatever she was before, do you, Tracy?" He said, stepping towards me as I looked up hopefully into his eyes.

"I wouldn't recognize her, if I didn't know." My daughter replied.

"I agree." Ryan said. His hand traced along the deep cleavage of my breast, and I breathed in sharply. His finger rose up to my chin and tilted up my head. He brought his lips to mine and I moaned into his mouth. I rested my hands against the heat of his cobblestone abs. His bare skin enticed me and I ran my fingers lightly up and down his happy trail.

He pulled back and turned to Tracy. "Come here." he commanded.

Tracy stepped up, her eyes brimming with excited nervousness. He caressed her cheek, and mine, looking from one of us to the other.

"I realize now...." he said as twirling his fingers through our hair idly. "I've been too lenient with you." His hand suddenly gripped our hair hard and pulled it back so that we were leaning our heads back, facing up at him, straining. "You both need a strong hand. You need to be told what to do."

We stared at Ryan. I didn't dare say anything for fear of disappointing him further. Tracy saw the object of her desire, so close, she couldn't risk any words. Not that we disagreed with what he was saying, or could stand up to him if we didn't. He gripped us strongly and we were completely subject to his whims.

Ryan brought his lips roughly to Tracy's, bending his head down. I panted as I stared at them. She moaned and I saw her body tremble violently. Ryan was basically holding her up by the hair. I felt no jealousy. I felt no anger, no sense of protection or responsibility for Tracy as she mashed her face into her much younger cousin. No shame, guilt. I felt lust. Pure....hot...lust.

I leaned towards Ryan, kissing his shoulder and neck as he made out with my daughter. I felt his hand on my head and he guided my lips away from him and towards...

Suddenly I was making out with Tracy. Passionately. She was so much softer than Ryan. Her breasts pressed into my own, her lips were silky, smooth. Her mouth was smaller, more delicate. Ryan's hand traced down my back and he grabbed my ass hard. I could tell from Tracy's gasp that he'd done the same to her.

"You need to stop trying to think for yourself. You're clearly not good at it." Ryan said softly, intimately, in my ear. I started to turn towards him.

"Don't you dare stop." He commanded.

Obediently, I kept kissing Tracy.

"You are Tammy." Ryan continued.

"You are Tammy. You are a beautiful woman. You are likely the most beautiful woman in this club." Tracy's kisses intensified and her hands explored my body, as if to agree with his words.

"You will not be ashamed anymore. What you were before. THAT was shameful." He slapped my ass hard. It hurt! I gasped into Tracy's mouth.

"You were fake! Ugly! Pathetic!" He slapped my ass with each word and I yelped.

"But thisss..." He said smoothly, his voice softening. He caressed my ass. "This is you. The real you."

He gently squeezed my left cheek and pushed Tracy's head again towards mine. We re-started our kissing. She squeezed my breasts at the same time as Ryan groped my ass. "You are feminine. You are small. You are submissive. You are sexy."

I moaned. I had no interest in Tracy right then. I wanted to throw her away from me and attack Ryan. But he wanted this. So I continued. He wanted it.

"You..."

He rested his huge hand on the back of my neck.

"And Tracy..."

He gripped my neck hard.

"Are..."

Finally, he separated us and turned my face to his.

"Mine!"

He licked my face. From my chin to my scalp. He did the same to Tracy, who he held the same way. We moannnnned. "Ahhhhh"

He turned back to me immediately.

"All mine!"

He spit in my mouth, then did the same to Tracy. We moaned louder.

"Shut up!" He yelled. Then he stared at us, holding us up, mouths open panting and filled with his spit. "Swallow."

We did, gulping loudly.

Then he kissed us and we started moaning again. Back and forth he alternated. Our hands roamed his impossibly hard and strong body. His protruding abs, his mountainous shoulders.

"Ryannnnn" I moaned. I kissed his chest as he turned to Tracy. My hands flowed down his body. I reached for the strings to his shorts but he caught my hands. Tracy kissed up his thick quad and tried to reach for the outline of his huge cock. "Stop." Ryan said.

We both froze.

"On your knees. Both of you." We fell to our knees instantly, panting. He had us. We obeyed without question, without hesitation. Knowing what was coming, mother and daughter reached for his waistline but again he caught our hands, holding them in place.

We stared up at this tower of a man. The picture of power and virility. My eyes drank in the sight of his glistening chest, his broad shoulders, his perfect abs. He looked down at us sternly. His hands fell to his waist and our eyes followed them like moths to a flame. I could see his cock through his shorts. It was pressing up, straining. It was So. Fucking. Big.

Ryan looked at Tracy. "Who do you belong to, sweetheart?"

Tracy was transfixed but knew what to say. "You, Daddy."

He looked at me and repeated his questions. "Who do you belong to, honey?"

I looked up at my sex god and said with conviction: "You, Papi. Only you."

"Good." He released us and our hands flew to his pants. We yanked them down and his cock jumped free, smacking me in the chin on its way up, already mostly hard.

Tracy and I moaned, but she got to it first. No teasing, no buildup. She knew, like I did, that there were two hungry mouths, but only one cock.

While I was busy trying to get my hands around his monster, Tracy led with her mouth. She instantly had her lips around his cock head and began bobbing, moaning. My hands, meanwhile, found the base of his cock. Knowing I had lost the race in my stupidity, I settled for stroking him up and down, stopping when my hands met Tracy's face.

She was gagging and, I could tell, struggling. She hadn't done this before. She didn't know how to handle his size. Even having sucked on the likes of Jamaal, she just wasn't used to anything this big. "So big!" she gasped as she came up for air. I moved towards Papi's cock but she dove back on before I had the chance to take over. Bitch.

What she lacked in technique she tried to make up for in effort and enthusiasm. She slobbered all over Ryans' huge cock, swirling her tongue around the huge mushroom head. She gagged, she coughed.

She failed.

Reaching for her hair, I pulled her head back slowly but insistently. "Stop it!" I said to her sternly.

She pushed me away but once again I pulled her off by her hair. "You're doing a crap job." She stared at me angrily as she gasped for breath and tried to push my hands away.

"What!" I said. My free hand was still on Ryan's cock, stroking him. "Don't you think he deserves to be treated right!?" I asked harshly. "Doesn't he deserve the best!?" Her face looked confused, conflicted.

"LOOK AT HIM!"

Tracy did, and so did I.

Ryan let us play this out, now that he re-focused us. He looked at us knowingly, a slight smile on his inviting lips. He stood with his hands on his hips, his shoulders and lats flaring and making him look even bigger than his normally hulking form. Completely naked, the top of his body advertised sexy defined arms, shoulders, pecs and abs. The lower half showed off his thick legs and the outside shape of his muscular ass. His hair somehow appeared perfectly made and his blue eyes looked out at us beautifully. Even with all of that, though, my Papi's glorious cock stole the show. Notwithstanding its thickness and heaviness, it pointed erect away from his body, bent slightly up, over a fucking foot long. It just didn't seem physically possible.

He was a god. A muscular, calm, powerful, sexy, confident god of men. Of women. Of me.

"You should be worshiping him." I told Tracy, my voice a reverent whisper. "It's NOT about you or me. You heard him. He isn't ours. We're his! We please HIM!"

Tracy nodded her head, staring up at him. "Show me how?" She asked pleadingly.

I nodded. "Better."

"Thank you, mommy."

"Watch."

I turned towards Ryan. Towards this man of steel. I looked up at him lovingly. Pure adoration in my gaze. The perfect man.

I kissed his abs while stroking him, running my tongue through his happy trail. I continued down, then out along the top of his longggg cock. I lifted it and licked the underside, tasting the delicious skin of his cock as the wide shaft spread over my whole tongue and more.