The Family That Lays Together

He grabbed a handkerchief and cleaned himself up, then started imagining his sister taking his hand and placing it inside her shorts, then inside her panties. He fondled his cock until it was hard again and, once again, started shucking it. He imagined touching her most secret parts as she met his hand with thrusts of her hips, sighs of passion escaping her lips. As he once again remembered her looking into his face and whispering that she loved him, he came again, shooting fresh jets of cum on his chest and stomach.

*****

A couple of weeks later, the twins' mother's brother, Uncle Al, called to invite Daphne to go to the beach with him and his family. He had a teenage daughter, Amber, who was a few months older than Daphne -- still 18. He, his wife, Susan, and Amber would meet them at the Interstate on the way to the beach. They could bring her back home when the vacation was over.

Chrissy was agreeable to Daphne going. Renee had gone with Al and Susan several years back, and still talked about what a good time she had.

Doug griped a bit about it, but his parents reminded him that he had been camping for almost a week and that his sister had taken up his slack. He regretted, most of all, that he wouldn't get to see his hot cousin, Amber, and voluptuous Aunt Susan in their swim suits. And, of course, he would miss Daphne.

The night before she was going to leave, he came into her room and sat on her bed as she sat at her dresser brushing her hair. She was dressed for bed, and he thought he could detect that she wore no bra under her tee shirt. "Are you going to miss me?" he asked.

She smiled and stopped brushing her hair. "What kind of question is that? You know I will. Remember when you went camping? We both missed each other. Remember how anxious we were to be alone together?"

"I already miss you. Does that make sense?" he croaked, afraid that he might actually cry.

"Sure it does, but you know what? When you were gone camping I stayed so busy that I didn't dwell on you being gone so much. I did some, of course, mostly at night because I knew you weren't up here to take care of me if I needed you," she smiled.

"Well, I do hope you have a good time. Don't flirt too much with Uncle Al. You know how he is!" Doug laughed.

"Well, he's always flirted with Mom and Renee when Aunt Susan isn't around!" Daphne agreed. "And Mom's his own sister!" She walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

Doug was silent for a moment, then said, seriously, "Yeah, he's flirty with her -- not like us."

Daphne laughed and took his hand. She was surprised when he leaned over and kissed her lips, but she kissed him back. "Does that constitute flirting?" she smiled.

"I don't know, but I think our practice years ago is paying off," he grinned. Realizing that his cock had hardened, he said, "I love you, Little Sister."

"I had almost forgotten that," she lied. When they were around 10 or 11 years old they used to play like they were husband and wife and would "practice kissing". "Well, you are a few minutes older than me and I definitely am smaller than you are," she smirked. "So I guess I really am your little sister...Big Brother!"

"I kinda like that for some reason," he said. "Goodnight, Little Sister."

"Goodnight, Big Brother," she smiled.

*****

The next morning, Chrissy drove Daphne to the Interstate, some 25 miles away, to meet Al, Susan, and Amber. When Al embraced his sister and kissed her briefly on the lips, Daphne thought it was a bit odd, especially since they were all watching. Neither Susan nor Amber seemed to notice, however. Soon they were on their way on their 6 hour drive to the beach.

Amber and Daphne sat in the back seat, Uncle Al drove, and Aunt Susan, who always insisted on being called just 'Susan' navigated. Actually she napped most of the way.

Amber was 6 months older than Daphne. She had shoulder length auburn hair, green eyes, freckles, and a body that most adult women would envy. Daphne considered herself to be pretty, but she considered Amber to be much prettier. Her breasts were noticeably larger than Daphne's, her waist was tiny, and her legs were very shapely. She was a few inches shorter than Daphne and, as Daphne settled in and glanced at her cousin's legs, she thought, 'My legs are at least as nice as hers, if nothing else'.

Susan was the adult version of Amber, though somewhat taller. Shoulder length auburn hair, green eyes, a few freckles across her nose, large, but not huge, breasts. Chrissy had told Daphne that she wondered if she had had a 'boob job'. She was sensationally beautiful and, years earlier, had participated in quite a few beauty contests. Daphne wondered why Uncle Al would ever even flirt with another woman and risk angering his gorgeous wife.

Uncle Al was, simply, the most handsome man that Daphne had ever seen. He was about 6-5 with brown hair and brown eyes, barrel-chested, otherwise slender. He had an air of confidence and a friendly smile. He was a very successful real estate broker and was exceedingly intelligent and funny. He told stories and jokes throughout the trip. Daphne noticed that Amber hung on his every word.

They arrived at their condo at about 4 PM. The condo had 3 bedrooms, 4 baths, a large kitchen, a huge living room, and a deck with a view of the ocean. Daphne had been to the ocean before, with her own family, but they certainly hadn't stayed at a place this swanky.

"Last one changed is a rotten egg!" Uncle Al shouted when they had carried all the luggage to their rooms. "We don't want to waste any beach time!"

The girls eagerly opened their suitcases and found their bikinis. Chrissy had encouraged Daphne to get a swimsuit that was more conservative, but had ended up relenting, allowing her to purchase a couple of bikinis. One was red, and the other was blue. They were exactly the same cut, conservative as far as bikinis go, but Daphne had never owned a swimsuit that showed as much as these did. She chose the red one and quickly changed into it.

Amber pulled on a tiny green bikini, revealing a bit more skin than did Daphne's. Daphne couldn't help but notice Amber's breasts as she changed clothes. She guessed them to be C-cups. They had absolutely no sag, standing on her chest defiantly, her small nipples pointing slightly upward, reaching for the sun. She was simply stunning. Daphne was proud of her own body, and had looked forward to the stray glances that she knew would come her way on the beach -- but now she thought that all eyes would probably be on her cousin! The bottom of Amber's bikini was so brief that Daphne wondered if she had had to trim her pubic hair. The top revealed a great deal of cleavage -- much more than any girl should be showing, Daphne thought. She was suddenly a bit embarrassed to be changing in front of Amber.

Daphne went into the living room to wait for the others. Uncle Al was already there, drinking a beer. He wore blue swim trunks that didn't look much bigger than Doug's "whitey tighties". His muscular chest and flat stomach was covered in a mat of thick black hair. His back and shoulders were smooth and tan. His legs were lean, not skinny at all, and also covered with hair. He had a perfect tan all over. Daphne's breathing quickened. This man was just too gorgeous and here she was with almost no clothes on, alone with him.

Uncle Al wolf-whistled. "Wow, Daphne, you're a beautiful girl!" he smiled. "Your sister, Renee, has nothing on you!"

Daphne felt her face flush. She thought that it was certainly not appropriate for her uncle to whistle at her, and the way his eyes were drinking her in was really making her uncomfortable -- but excited, nonetheless.

Susan walked out, dressed in the tiniest bikini that Daphne had ever seen. It showed even more than Amber's! When she turned around briefly, Daphne could see that there was only a string between her butt cheeks. This must be what they call a thong, she thought. Her big breasts were on display as well. Daphne thought she could almost see her nipples!

Susan laughed. "Al, don't whistle at the girls. People don't do that anymore! It's considered rude now." Turning to Daphne, she said, "Don't pay any attention to him. He flirts with every female, no matter what age. It's gonna get him in trouble one of these days."

Just as she said that, Amber walked out in her tiny green bikini. Her dad wolf-whistled at her, laughed, and looked over at his wife.

"Al, good grief!" Susan giggled. "You are incorrigible. I want one of those beers, too. Grab me one."

Al reached in his cooler and brought out a beer and handed it to her. "You're showing off the goods, Babe," he commented as he gazed up and down her sexy body. "Gonna have a lot of guys checking you out!"

"That's the idea, isn't it?" she smirked.

Al looked over at the girls with a grin. "And she says that I'm incorrigible!"

As always, Daphne had a paperback book with her to read, so slipped it into her beach bag before they made the trek down to the beach. She had never learned to swim, so she figured she would spend most of her time soaking up the sun while reading in a beach chair.

No sooner had they gotten comfortable in their lounge chairs, than Susan suggested they go for a walk on the beach.

"I've just driven all day. I'm a bit bushed. I'll walk the beach tomorrow," Al said. "You girls can go show off your hot bodies, though," he grinned.

Daphne had just gotten to a very interesting part of her book so she said, "I'll just stay here and keep Uncle Al company. This book is good! You should read it!"

Amber smirked. "You're such a nerd!" Then added, with a smile, "I mean that in the most complimentary way!"

As soon as they got out of earshot, Uncle Al said, "How about rubbing some of that tanning lotion on my back, Sweetie. I'll return the favor, if you want."

The thought of her uncle touching her in any way sent electric shivers through her nipples and between her legs. How could any man make her feel this way? Was this what they called "animal magnetism"?

She got out of her chair and took the tanning oil from her uncle. He lay flat down on his adjustable lounge chair as she sat, precariously, on the edge of it and began to drizzle some of the oil onto his, already very tan, back.

As she began to rub the oil onto his back, she remarked, "You're already so tan. You don't even need this."

"I don't need the tanning, no. It has sunblock in it, too. You can't get too much of that. Besides, it's a good excuse to get my pretty niece to rub my back, right?" he replied. "You're pretty good at this, Sweetie."

Daphne loved the way his warm skin felt under her hands. She rubbed his shoulders, down his backbone, and to his lower back, right above his swim trunks. She was glad that the others were not around to see her checking out his body. "Do you shave your back?" she asked, clinically.

"Not often, no. Every once in a while there will be some stray hairs that Susan insists on shaving off. I don't see that it matters. Why do you ask?" he asked, as he flipped over onto his back.

Daphne almost gasped out loud. His chest! It was so muscular and that mat of black hair was just so sexy! She could see that he must work out a great deal and that he must do a lot of sit-ups. His stomach was flat and she could see his abdominal muscles under the sparse black hair. He was just too gorgeous for words. Her mind was searching for something to say, her heart was beating out of her chest and, she knew, her pussy was already wet and pulsing. She longed to go back to the condo and masturbate.

"I was just wondering. You're so hairy...here..." She tentatively touched his chest with a shaking hand, then muttered, "But nothing on the back."

Uncle Al whispered, "You like a man to have a hairy chest, Daphne?"

"I guess I never thought about it. I haven't seen that many men with their shirts off," she managed.

"How about your twin brother? He getting hair on his chest yet?"

Why would he be asking that about Doug? That was odd. Wouldn't it make more sense to ask about her Dad? A grown man? "I think he's got a little hair on his chest," she replied, careful not to say anything that might lead to more questioning on the topic of her brother. No, she had not done anything illicit with Doug, but still...there were feelings and naughty thoughts, sometimes.

"Your turn, little Missy," he said, taking the suntan lotion from her. "Let me lay this thing out for you."

He adjusted her lounge chair and she lay on her stomach, a little nervous, but looking forward very much to feel of her handsome uncle's hands on her back.

Uncle Al, after pouring a generous amount of the oil into one of his palms, rubbed his hands together and began to gently rub his niece's upper back. "You've got a pretty good tan, yourself. Mine's from a tanning bed. I bet yours is all natural," he said as he rubbed her shoulders and neck.

His touch had her breasts and pussy buzzing already. He hadn't done a thing inappropriate, but she felt as if he had. She tingled all over. The thought crossed her mind that she should just stop him. As innocent as it was, it really seemed a bit unseemly. She couldn't imagine her own father doing this...

"I wouldn't even know what a tanning bed looks like," she muttered. "We are outside all day, every day, in the summer. Sometimes I wear a halter top." Why was she telling him THAT? "I never have worn a bikini before." She was so nervous that she knew she was blathering.

"Really? Honey, that's a shame. You've got a great body." he said, as he started applying the suntan lotion to her lower back. "Most women in their twenties don't have as good a body as you, actually."

He should not be saying these things! It was wrong. He was her uncle! No grown man should be talking about his niece's body like that. Yet, she had loved every syllable of every word he had said. It felt so incredible to be told by an "older" man -- the most handsome man she knew -- that she had a good body. It was so...affirming, she thought. Meanwhile his fingers had crawled under the string that tied her bikini top. One little pull and it would be undone! She wondered if he could detect how turned on she was. She felt as if she were panting. She felt as if she had been running. Worst of all, she was so wet that she was wondering if it would show through her bikini!

Now his hands had traveled to her lower back. He was actually touching the top elastic of her bikini bottom with his fingers. "This is where you're liable to get really burned," he whispered. There's no tan here. The sun hasn't seen your butt," he laughed, and gently laid a hand directly on her bottom, letting it linger there for a few seconds before squirting more lotion onto her upper thighs. He then gently rubbed the oil onto her tender young skin, his thumbs delving between her thighs and within inches of her sopping wet pussy.

Daphne didn't dare say a word. She knew her voice would shake. She felt that she was trembling all over and wondered, again, if he could tell. She knew that the way he was touching her was WRONG. But it just felt so wonderful. Nothing in all her experience, with the possible exception of Doug touching her a couple of times, had ever felt this erotic. This man knew how to touch a woman! Even though she knew she should try to stop this, there was no way she would. No. It just felt too good. There might be a line that she would not allow him to cross, but he had not reached that point yet! As he ran his hands down her legs, from her bottom all the way to her feet, she loved every moment of it. She had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning. She imagined her brother doing this very thing to her and felt a tingling between her legs that often signaled that an orgasm was imminent. She couldn't allow that to happen! No! He would know! What would he think of her? He probably wasn't meaning to turn her on this way. No, he wouldn't do that!

He patted her on the bottom again and said, "Want me to get the front, too?"

She gulped and imagined him touching her stomach, the area around her breasts and between her legs. Oh, she wanted that! Like nothing before in her life! She gulped and croaked, "No thank you, Uncle Al. I can do the front, but thank you!"

She got up and he adjusted her chair again for her, then adjusted his own and sat down. She picked her book up and pretended to be reading, but glanced over at him. Was he HARD? She glanced again, for just a second, at his rather brief swim trunks. He indeed seemed to have a large bulge pushing them upward. She didn't know if his trunks were baggy or if he had a very, very large, MAN SIZED, very erect penis! She remembered the day, down at the neighbor's spring, when she had leaned back against Doug's erection. It had seemed so big, but not like this!

Presently, Amber and Susan returned. "Well, did any guys check you out?" Uncle Al asked.

Susan flopped down next to him. "What do you think? Did they, Amber?"

Amber giggled. "I think I saw one old man checking you out, Mom. The rest were looking at me!"

"I'm betting that all the straight men and all the bi-girls were checking both of you out," Al remarked.

"Al, you don't have a filter, you dirty old man," Susan laughed.

"Yeah, Daddy. I'm your daughter. You shouldn't be saying stuff like that. Just look and don't say anything," Amber said, then burst out laughing. "Daphne is going to go home and tell them we're a bunch of perverts. Daphne, we go on like this all the time. Really. We don't mean anything by it."

Daphne was unsure what to say, but blurted, "You guys don't have to worry about me saying anything to my parents. They might not let me come again! They're really conservative."

"Well, your dad is. Chrissy wasn't so conservative back before she married him. Don't get me wrong -- Marvin is a fine man. They don't come any better, but he's more straight-laced than our family was. I hope that doesn't offend you. I don't mean for it to," Al said.

"No, don't worry about it. We all know that. It's kind of a balance, you know? Mom lets us do things that Daddy might not approve of, but we respect him, just the same," Daphne observed.

"You're a smart girl -- and a good girl, Daphne. You're so much like your mama when she was your age. Oh she was the prettiest girl in town. I bet you are, too!" Al said, leering at her chest.

"There are plenty of girls in our town that are prettier than me," Daphne replied.

"Aw, she's modest. That's so sweet!" Susan said as she took a deep gulp of beer. "Amber you could take lessons from your cousin!"

*****

Nothing remarkable happened the next couple of days. Daphne was frustrated that the only place she was alone was in the bathroom. She wanted to masturbate and thought about doing it in the shower, but had never really experienced the intensity that way that she did while lying down. She decided that she enjoyed being horny, anyway, and she certainly could control herself for a few days.

She thought there might be opportunities similar to the first day they got to the beach, when she and her uncle had rubbed tanning lotion on each other. She did rub some on his back one day, and then he did the same for her, but both Amber and Susan were there, so there wasn't much to it.

Both Amber and Susan continued to wear skimpy bathing suits to the beach; Daphne noticed men staring at them. Not that she didn't get enough attention herself -- she was a pretty teenage girl and she looked good in a bikini.

One night after they had been out to a seafood buffet, Uncle Al found a Clint Eastwood movie on the TV. Both Amber and Susan said they were beat after a day at the beach and then stuffing themselves with seafood. Daphne, who really liked Clint Eastwood, said that she wouldn't mind watching it.

She went to her and Amber's room and changed into what she planned to sleep in that night, a white, very transparent, very short nightie. She really had not realized just how transparent it was until she got it home and tried it on! She had bought it new before the trip, but also bought a housecoat, which came down halfway to her knees, to put on over it. She imagined how exciting it would be to walk out in front of her uncle dressed in just the nightie. She had bikini panties on underneath, but no bra. She imagined how he would undress her with his eyes, as he had been doing every day when she was wearing her bikinis.