Chapter 3
In the days that followed, Peter avoided Cathy as much as possible. The only time she saw him was when they were eating, or during the hour or two the four of them spent together in the living room each night before going to bed. And he would make a point of avoiding her eyes during these occasions, which Cathy worried the others would notice.
While the experience in the solarium may have been traumatic for Peter, Cathy thought, she found his reaction to it even more stimulating. She understood his feelings of inadequacy and embarrassment, but knew she would have him now. There was no doubt in her mind about that. Once he got over his self-pity, his lust for her would return, stronger and bolder than before. Then he would start looking for opportunities to resume his education, she told herself. And she would manipulate him to her own desires now, using his inferiority complex to her own advantage.
The waiting game proved to be an even more interesting period, as Peter tagged along with Allen and Valerie now. Cathy could see Allen's apparent annoyance at the boy's constant presence. If Allen was having difficulty making any headway with Valerie before, having Peter there all the time didn't-make matters any better.
It was strange, Cathy thought, how she and Allen were so elated that first night when these two beautiful kids arrived at their home. Then for some unknown reason, she and Allen found them to be a greater challenge than they expected. She could understand Peter's problem, as he entered the first stage of manhood, totally uncertain of each step he took. But she couldn't figure out what was going wrong with Allen's plans to seduce Valerie. The girl was certainly attracted to him, which was evident the very first night they arrived. And Allen was certainly capable of the task, which Cathy suspected he managed more than once or twice a year with the young guests that stayed at their cabins. But she couldn't understand why he was having trouble now, when everything seemed to be in his favor: the uncle-niece relationship; being alone with the girl for long periods of time; and a wife that wasn't always suspicious and prying.
Cathy was pleased with her relationship with Allen. It was a mutual trust they had for one another, but the kind of trust that wouldn't be shattered if either one slipped now and then. Just as long as it was done discreetly and not intended to hurt the other. The idea that Allen might have dipped into someone else's cookie jar gave Cathy an even greater feeling of importance when she told herself he always came back to her with a little more eagerness and attentiveness.
As Cathy reflected on the episode with Peter and his reaction to it, she was particularly happy that it happened on a Thursday. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were the busiest days at the resort. The cabins had to be cleaned, vacuumed, bathrooms sanitized, linen changed, guests leaving, new arrivals, with little time left for worrying about what she had done wrong, or trying to solve the problem by comforting the boy too soon. And since the kids helped with the chores, it was better for Peter too, she told herself. He didn't have to make excuses to avoid being with her, for one thing, and his mind was occupied enough to keep him from dwelling on his self-pity.
In the meantime, Cathy found herself paying more attention to Valerie. She had been feeling a little guilty about not spending more time with her niece anyway and found the girl to be even more charming and sweet as she got to know her more. She had a good head on her shoulders, Cathy told herself. Most girls with her looks and the attention men lavished on her wherever she went, would make a girl self-centered and conceited. But not Valerie. She seemed to be amused by it all and playfully returned their compliments and attention as though it were only a game, not to be taken seriously.
Finally on Monday afternoon the hectic pace ended and everyone seemed in good spirits, welcoming the opportunity to do as they pleased for the next few days. Over lunch Allen suggested a boat ride and a leisurely afternoon of fishing.
"Why don't you take the kids this time, Cath?" he suggested earnestly. "It'll do you good to get away from the place for a few hours."
"I still have to finish making up one of the cabins," she responded. "And then ... I'm going to make myself a drink and collapse in the sun. I'm exhausted."
"I'm going to change the name of the solarium to 'Cathy's room.'" he joked. "Since we added it to the house, you spend all your free time there."
"It's the only place I can go to get some privacy. The minute I go up to the pool everyone is at my heels for something," she said. Then twisting her mouth into a comical expression, began mimicking the customers, "Got an extra towel, Mrs. Harper? We need more soap, Mrs. Harper ... my shower doesn't have any hot water ... my shower doesn't have any cold water ... My hot and cold water doesn't have a shower!"
The others laughed at her imitation of the guests and agreed it was pretty close to the truth. She made a point of not looking at Peter, but could see out of the corner of her eye that he was laughing too and she was pleased with the breakthrough in his depression. It seemed to put everyone into a better frame of mind, relieving the tension of the busy weekend and reminding them they could begin a little vacation of their own.
A trace of the grin was still on Cathy's face as she made her way up the steep road to the cabin area. The cabins were located on a hill, overlooking the main road and Lake George on the other side of the road. It was secluded, with lawns and individual housekeeping cottages, where children could play safely without their parents worrying about them falling into the lake. She and Allen had picked the land, planned the layout and oversaw the building of it. And she figured their mutual pride in the results was one of the reasons they never got too involved in extramarital affairs. They had become a team, she decided. And that was something special.
Out of the corner of her eye Cathy spotted one of the the male guests eying her lustfully as she crossed the plush lawn. Almost as an automatic reflex, she threw out her chest to give him a better view of the orbs in the tight red sweater. There was a temptation to exaggerate the wiggle of her behind too, but she resisted, not wanting to aggravate any wives that may also be watching. And she knew her long, well-turned legs and short-shorts presented an alluring view of those twin globes of flesh, gently rising and falling in rhythm with her strides. Eat your heart out! she said under her breath, still holding the smile on her face, while her big brown eyes remained fixed on her destination. Don't let your wife catch you staring! She may cut-off this week's ration of pussy if she sees you ogling the hired help.
Though Cathy loved the attention the male population gave her, she had discovered it hurt business when the wives got too envious. And since the business relied heavily on customers returning each year to spend their two weeks vacation there, Cathy suppressed the impulse to make too big a show of her sensuous body.
When she finished with the chores in the cabin, she stopped by the pool as a friendly gesture, to show her concern for their happiness and to see that they were enjoying themselves. And since most of the families were around the pool, it gave her an ego-trip to see the hungry looks the men gave her.
"Did you hear the ruckus out here last night?" a middle-aged woman asked.
"No," Cathy answered with concern. "What was it?"
"Some of the couples were swimming in the nude," another woman answered with contempt.
"We should make it an every night event," her husband interjected, ogling Cathy suggestively.
"We were watching from the recreation hall," from the first. "They were drunk ... and carrying on ... with the pool lights on so you could see everything they did."
"Yeah! Those underwater lights are sexy," her husband added. "You don't miss a thing with those lights on...."
"It was disgusting!" his wife shot back.
One of the younger wives entered the expanding circle and said bluntly, "Balls! It was after midnight and they weren't bothering anyone...."
"Speak for yourself," the older woman cut her off. "Fornicating in public isn't in good taste ... especially at a family resort."
"You didn't have to watch either!" the girl shot back. "Everyone rushed to the rec-hall to watch. And I didn't see anyone leave ... and since you can't see the pool from any of the cabins, the kids couldn't accidentally see what was going on."
"There really isn't much we can do about the adults playing games after midnight," Cathy added, trying to soothe both sides. "Just as long as they don't disturb the other guests."
"Believe me, Mrs. Harper, it was disgusting," the older woman said. "I could understand a few young couples going for a swim in the nude under the moonlight. But not with the lights on for everyone to see. And there were older people in the pool too. And ... and ... one of the young girls was seduced by her own cousin, right in front of her mother and father I"
"You're too much," the young mother cut in. "You should have seen the young bitch, Cathy. Her little ass was wagging at her cousin from the minute they got in the pool. At first he tried to avoid her advances and stayed close to his wife. He was a good-looking stud ... in his late twenties, I might add. And the girl's father had his eye on his nephew's wife. Well, the next thing you know, Old-man-Brody slips up behind his niece and sticks his cock in the crack of her ass. The nephew and his wife kinda laughed it off as a joke ... I think his name was Mark and his wife's name was...."
"Gloria," Cathy added, noting the audience was growing larger now as everyone listened with growing interest to the details. There was a pause as the youngsters where shooed away and the circle moved to the side of the pool where everyone could hear better. One of the late arrivals asked who they were talking about and Cathy repeated, "Mark and Gloria Michaels. You know the Brody family ... been coming up here for years. His daughter's name is Debbie. The pretty redhead ... about sixteen-years-old...."
"That Mark was a good-looking bastard," the girl repeated, with approving nods from several of the other women in the circle. "Tall, dark, lean and hung like a...."
"His wife was pretty nice too," the girl's husband added, with a twinge of jealousy showing in his voice. "And that Debbie! She was a real redhead. And if she was only sixteen ... man ... her body was really developed for sixteen. You should have seen her tits! Man
"Anyway," his wife cut him off, addressing Cathy, who now stood in the center of the circle with her. "The old man comes up behind Gloria and pokes her in the ass with his cock. They laugh it off ... until Gloria turns and sees the immense cock Uncle Brody is sporting and her eyes widen and her jaw drops.
"Well, the kid, Debbie, sees the look on Gloria's face and immediately dives under the water and swims over to her father's menacing prick and kisses it!"
"Must you use such vulgar language?" from the older woman.
"Listen, you old prude," the girl shot back. "You watched them fuckin' right up to the end. As a matter-of-fact, you were the last to leave. So don't give us any of your bullshit about being indignant."
"Get on with it," someone offered from the tightly pressed circle. "You hear worse than that in the movies anyway."
"The girl's father reaches down and lifts Debbie out of the water, her legs wide open and kicking, and turns her toward his nephew. You can see Mark's eyes pop and his mouth water as he stares into that red pussy hair of hers.
"So far, it's all fun and games ... you know, for laughs. The other couples are just swimming around, grabbing each other and I suppose, getting their partners lined up. The only ones not participating were the newlyweds. They were in the corner of the pool watching though. And getting hot as hell.
"Meanwhile, Brody sends Debbie floating toward Mark, with her legs wide open, and Mark lowers himself so just his head is above water as her snatch approaches his face. Only Gloria didn't appreciate her husband's joke and swam away when he pretended to give the girl's pussy a big kiss. Gloria stopped to down a drink someone left at the side of the pool and then started to lift herself out of the pool. But her ass just broke the surface of the water when Brody comes up behind her and kisses the crack of her ass. You could see her shiver from the pleasant surprise it gave her, but she managed to pull herself out of the water. Then Brody reached out, took her by the hips and gave her ass a kiss that must have sent his tongue clear up her asshole, because she just turned to jelly in his hands and that kiss. The way he spread her cheeks and buried his nose in the crack of her ass, I'm sure he tongued that asshole for all he was worth.
"Well, the old bastard slides her ass back down his chest and into the water again, seats his cock in her cunt and lowers her onto that big, thick flagpole of his. It was like a water ballet as he cupped her tits in his big hands and started his in and out strokes. Gloria's body was like a limp rag-doll; her arms and legs moving weightlessly in the water as he lifted and lowered her on his cock.
"I guess everyone in the pool saw them. Because the water games ended and everyone was intent on fucking then. Debbie wrapped her legs around her cousin's neck and he went to town diving into that flaming red hair at her snatch, twisting his tongue into her cunt and eating her alive. Then she dove under the water and sucked him into a frenzy and finally impaled herself on his cock."
Cathy could feel the itch between her own legs grow more intense and a warm moistness seep into the crotch of her panties as she listened. She could see men in the group trying to conceal the bulges in their bathing suits and everyone spellbound by the girl's description of the water orgy.
"It was disgusting," from the one woman. "Why don't we all go skinny-dippin' tonight?" from one of the men.
"Yeah!" from several other husbands, some suddenly getting a poke in the ribs from their wives.
"How about it, Cathy?" one man said. "Would you join us?"
Before she could answer, the indignant woman said, "There's a time and place for everything ... and a swimming pool is not the place for sex. It's ... it's ... unsanitary....
(laughter from the others) ... well it is! You could see the male sperm in the water ... and today your kids are swimming in it!"
"There's nothing to worry about, Mrs. Klinger," Cathy said in a calm, reassuring voice. "The pool is completely filtered every five hours and my husband checks it every morning."
"Shit!" one of the men cackled. "If my five-year-old daughter gets pregnant I won't even know who the father is!"
"I still say it's unsanitary."
"Don't be such an old fart," from the husband of the girl telling the story. "You won't get raped. No one bothered the newlyweds. They watched the action and when they got hot enough tore off a piece in the corner of the pool."
"Well that sonofabitch, Brody, wasn't satisfied with just seducing his nephew's wife," she shot back hotly. "After he was finished with her ... he ... he ... the sonofabitch fucked his own daughter!"
"That little she-cat probably would have taken on all the men in the pool," the girl telling the story said. "Her ass was wagging in the air for one and all. And that wasn't the first time she balled her father-I'd be willing to bet on that. After her father fucked Gloria, that beautiful cock of his went limp and he seemed satisfied. It was Debbie who swam over to where he was sitting at the edge of the pool, sipping a drink, and she came up between his legs and sucked his cock to life again."
Cathy could see the increased arousal in the audience at the blunt descriptions this young mother used in telling her story. Even the two older women, who pretended to be offended, hung breathlessly on every word.
"When she had her father's cock stiff again, she casually floated backwards, coaxing him to come get her with that red hair between her legs ... 'Here toro ... Come toro!"
"Man, was she proud of that red pussy-hair, flaunting it for all to see."
"But I could tell, just by the way her father nonchalantly slipped into the water, that they had balled more than once before. She was all aflutter, knowing how that giant cock felt inside her, and he was very casual about taking her. He lifted her onto the head of it and sat her there, sucking her tits good and hard first, and driving the little bitch wild. And she was in ecstasy as it penetrated into that hungry cunt of hers. I could see she was daddy's little girl by the expression on her face."
"It amazes me that you weren't shocked to see a father seduce his own daughter," the older woman said with a sigh.
"Let's face it," her friend said. "These things happen all the time."
"What do you say, Cathy?" one of the men asked. "Should we have a pool party tonight?"
"As a good businesswoman," Cathy answered slowly, 'I'll have to take the middle of the road on this subject. We don't encourage skinny-dipping, but we won't come checking after midnight ... unless the other guests complain about the noise, or it gets out of hand and it becomes a rape party."
"Hell, I was hoping you'd join us," he said hopefully.
"I don't think that would be in keeping with our policy," she said, trying to maintain a friendly balance between everyone, including his wife. "But remember, be discreet," she added and began making her way out of the circle to return to the house.
As she left the group she could sense that several of the couples were serious about getting together that night. And she wished she could just attend long enough to strip off her clothes and swim a lap of the pool for all to see her naked body. Then get out of the pool and leave. That would be fun, she told herself, tingling all over at the thought of all their eyes focused on her naked body, the men devouring it and the women envious.
Her thoughts lingered on the fantasy as she made a Tom Collins in the living room and took it up to the solarium. She placed the drink on a table next to the chaise lounge and began to strip off her sweater and bra, pretending she was at the pool party and all eyes were on her. Unlike the other women, her full, conicle shaped breasts were tanned to the same degree as the rest of her body, she told herself with satisfaction. And after she slipped out of her shorts, she proudly displayed her equally tanned derriere to the imaginary crowd, knowing the other women would envy her body, while their husbands drooled.
Just then she saw a low flying private plane approaching and she moved closer to the glass walls to display her nakedness to the pilot. She fantasized that he saw her and suddenly found himself aroused and terribly frustrated that he couldn't get to do her. But the plane continued its flight without any sign that he had even seen her and she was alone with her own frustrating itch between her legs. The touch of her finger slithering through the soft triangle of hair didn't help, she noted, and resigned herself to an afternoon of just resting in the sun with her cool drink.
As she reclined on the lounge, sipping the Tom Collins through a straw, Cathy eyed the nest of hair between her legs. She felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought that hers was so ordinary looking, while Debbie sported such an eye-catching red. The thought had never entered her mind before, until she heard the constant reference to the flaming-red hair of the young girl. That made it special, she told herself. It bothered her enough to make her turn over on her stomach so she wouldn't have to stare at her own and be reminded of Debbie's.
It surprised her that as she went over the details of the previous night's pool orgy, she found herself drawn more to the facts about the sixteen-year-old Debbie than anything else. The thought began to plague her. Why should she be drawn to the girl's body and that fiery clump of red hair? she wondered, trying to put it out of her mind. Then finally decided it was the girl telling the story that had the hang-up over Debbie's body.
"OH!" a voice broke the silence and Cathy shot a glance at the door to see Valerie awkwardly backing out.
"Come on in," Cathy called to her.
"I didn't realize you were sunbathing in the nude," she said, hesitating and blushing from the surprise encounter.
"That's all right. Come in," Cathy said with a laugh, lifting herself to an almost sitting position to face the girl. "It's all in the family anyway," she added, when Valerie continued to be hesitant.
Valerie entered a little further into the room, but was still blushing and kept her eyes on the floor. And Cathy couldn't help eyeing her voluptuous body, clad in a modest bikini. Her shoulder-length blonde hair framed her pretty face and emphasized the pink glow of her blush.
"I thought you were going for a boat ride with the boys," Cathy said as the girl walked slowly into the solarium.
"I changed my mind at the last minute," Valerie responded, looking for a spot to sit where she wouldn't be facing Cathy, and at the same time wouldn't appear to be rude. "I really don't care much for fishing. So I decided to take a nice long bath and get some sun."
"Does my being naked bother you?" Cathy asked, unable to ignore the girl's apparent embarrassment any longer.
"Oh no ... It's just that ... I guess I feel funny that ... what I mean is ... I don't want you to think I'm staring or anything."
"Don't be silly. When someone is naked, It's hard not staring," Cathy laughed. "Suddenly all those secret treasures people hide all their lives are right in front of you and you can't help but see them ... unless you turn your head."
Valerie smiled at her and slipped into a chair alongside the lounge. "At times I just hate myself for being so timid," she admitted openly. "And it drives me up the wall to see Peter act so shy and timid all the time. But I think he's getting a little better since we came here."
"You know," Cathy said sincerely, "I was wondering why you kids were so shy. There's really no reason to be timid around Allen and me. Besides being family, we're pretty easy to get along with. At least that's what the paying guests say."
"I know," Valerie said in a low voice. "But after Dad left ... well, Mom kinda over-protected us, I guess. She wouldn't visit any of our relatives and there were never any adults in our house, except Mom. But she's changed in the last few months ... now that she has a boyfriend ... and Peter and I have to adjust to the adult world before we get all mixed-up in our heads."
Cathy listened with concern and wished there was something she could say to make the girl realize how easy it was not to be timid. Finally she offered, "Just don't let it worry you, Val. The problem with most people is they keep looking back. They're always trying to find out what they did, or what they said that was wrong. Screw it! If you make a mistake, who cares? Don't let them bully you!"
"You're the first adult I've been able to discuss this with," Valerie said with a smile. "And I feel better already."
"Then let's make a deal," Cathy said. "For the remainder of the time you're here, I want you to act as though you don't know the meaning of the word 'timid.' If anything bugs you, say it. And I promise not to get mad, regardless what happens."
"Oh, Aunt Cathy," she chirped. "It sounds great. With a little experience, I know I could over-come my lack of confidence."
"Okay," Cathy said with enthusiasm. "The only other thing to keep in mind is that I may comment on some of your decisions later. You have to promise not to get angry if I disagree with you. Fair enough?"
"Oh yes!" Valerie answered. "I'm just thankful to have someone to help me."
"Then let's forget the whole thing," Cathy said, stretching out on her stomach again. "Now you can do me a favor. How about rubbing some of that oil over there on my back?"
"Sure," Valerie said, jumping up to get the bottle of baby oil from a shelf on the wall.
"It helps keep the skin from drying out," Cathy added as an after-thought.
When Valerie returned with the oil, she didn't hesitate to eye Cathy's back from head-to-toe, and began her application of oil to her shoulders and arms. She was excited over their mutual understanding and was anxious to please her aunt now. She rubbed her shoulders and back thoroughly, massaging the oil into her smooth skin as she chatted about how wonderful it was to be staying with them, and how thoughtful she thought Allen and she were to take them in on such short notice.
"Mmmmmm ... that feels good," Cathy said. "Put some on my ass and legs too."
"Oh?" Valerie gasped. "I ... errr ... don't think...."
"Okay," Cathy said with a warm smile. "You don't have to if you don't want to. But you really shouldn't be afraid to touch people.
The more you touch others, the easier it is to build your confidence."
"Then I'll do it!" Valerie said, filling her palm with oil and gliding it over Cathy's buttocks. "You've got a lovely ass," she ventured as she worked her hands over the twin mounds of flesh. "And if you don't mind my touching you ... I certainly don't mind."
"That's the way," Cathy said over her shoulder. "Do what you want to do! Say what you want to say!"
Valerie felt a strange dizzy feeling come over her as the firm flesh slid under her fingers. It was the first time she had touched girl-flesh like this, she thought with growing interest, and never before had she been in a position to stare at and examine another person so close before. She placed a hand on each of Cathy's cheeks, them massaged in opposite directions that caused the balls of flesh to spread apart, revealing a puckered little opening in the deep crease. A chill of delight swept through her body and she quickly moved down Cathy's legs to avoid the guilt feelings she began to experience. But as she rubbed the oil into the backs of Cathy's legs, her eyes remained fixed on the crack, which she would have liked to examine more closely.
"You have a talent for giving rub-downs," Cathy sighed, turning slowly as Valerie stiffened beside the lounge and watched the front of her come into view. "Would you like to finish the job?"
After taking a deep breath, Valerie managed to say, "I guess so...." There was no avoiding the obvious place to start, she told herself as she poured the oil into the palm of her hand, and slowly brought it to Cathy's chest. She felt a sudden weakness in her legs as hard nipples quivered in her palms.
Cathy could watch her expression now and found the girl's staring, saucer-big eyes to be almost as stimulating as her touch. Perhaps, she thought with a bit of guilt, the itch between her legs could best be served if it was someone else's fingers toying with her. Don't be silly! she told herself quickly. You're not the type to be turned on by girls. But Valerie's eyes continued to fascinate her as the girl moved down her stomach and over her hips. Her hands didn't get close to the spot that itched, but her eyes were fixed there as she rubbed Cathy's legs. Then again, it might be fun, she found herself saying. Just a little playing around ... and Pm so damn hot anyway, I'm sure I'll come with just a little encouragement from those slender fingers.
She waited until Valerie was completely finished before saying, "Now you lie down and I'll rub you in with oil."
Without giving it any thought, Valerie said, "Fine." And took Cathy's place on the lounge. She felt safe with her bikini on and was interested in knowing what it was like to have a massage.
Cathy bent over her and began in the same way; first her shoulders and arms, then her back. But as she got to the strings of Valerie's bikini top, she opened them and swept her hands over the whole of her back, from her neck to the top elastic of the bottom half of the bikini.
"It does feel wonderful," Valerie cooed as Cathy's hands worked the oil into the smooth white skin. "It kinda relaxes all your muscles and takes away the tired feeling."
"And after this past weekend, that's a blessing," Cathy added. At the time she was wondering how to manage the girl's bikini bottoms. To attempt to just pull them off could mean instant rejection, she realized. But she knew she had to get them off before Valerie turned over.
Well, here goes! she told herself on the next stroke of her hands down the girl's back and slipped her fingers under the elastic, driving her hands to the tops of her firm buttocks. Valerie gave out a slightly moan of surprise, but didn't say anything. Cathy kneaded the hidden flesh in her hands and eased the covering down slowly, using her wrists to accomplish the task. She felt Valerie get tense and her muscles tighten under her fingers, but she continued to massage the perfectly matched globes of flesh after the bikini bottom was off them. And as she eyed the crack separating the glistening, oil slick mounds of pure white meat, and that had never been exposed to the sun's rays before, she remembered how a few minutes before she had hoped Valerie would touch her there. She gently slithered a finger down the crevice in search of that spot that tingled with nerve endings.
"Don't, Aunt Cathy!" Valerie said with alarm.
"Really Val...." Cathy said in a raspy whisper, her whole body tingling from the effect this forbidden game was giving her, " ... it's just your asshole. Everyone has one you know. And, it feels good to have it reamed out once in a while...."
Without waiting for approval, Cathy drove her twisting finger into the little bud as far as her second knuckle. Valerie moaned and groaned at the sudden discomfort of the invasion and Cathy eased her finger out again, not wanting to upset her. But she like the tight, squeezing feeling that dark tunnel gave her finger. But she proceeded down Valerie's legs, pushing her swimsuit down as she went along.
"Okay, turn over." Cathy said with a hint of command in her voice.
Valerie obeyed, turning slowly and looking directly into Cathy's eyes. Cathy paused, noting the apparent fright in the girl's expression. Her questioning eyes, as they stared into her own, caused Cathy a bit of alarm also.
"Hey! I'm not ... that way," Cathy laughed. "You think ... Oh, Valerie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you that impression."
"I feel ... funny, being naked like this," Valerie whispered in defense.
Cathy's eyes swept down over her young, pear-shaped breasts, over her flat stomach to lock with surprise on a patch of golden-blonde hair between her legs. Pangs of jealousy shot through her at the sight of the honey-blonde hair, where she expected an ordinary patch of brown to be.
"How about that?" she said without thinking. Then laughing at her naive outlook, said, "I've never seen a real blonde before. And to be perfectly honest, I've seldom seen another pussy before ... except in Allen's girlie magazines."
"Neither have I," Valerie said with relief. "I guess I got scared because everything was so strange and I felt so ... funny inside."
"Don't feel bad. I feel the same way. But when I saw your asshole ... well, I felt like poking my finger in ... so I did! Just like I told you to do or say what you wanted and screw it if it's wrong."
Valerie laughed and said, "I wanted to do the same thing to you, but didn't have the nerve."
"After we made a deal?" Cathy pretended to be hurt.
"I guess I just need more time."
"Well, I'm still going to rub the front of you with oil," Cathy said, pouring a large amount into her hand. "And when I'm finished ... you're going back and see if you still feel like sticking your finger Up my asshole."
"You're too much," Valerie laughed as her aunt's hands swept over her firm breasts, causing the nipples to fizz-out in her palms. "Mmmmm ... am I allowed to enjoy it?"
"You can do and say whatever you want."
"Then I'm going to take a sip of your drink," Valerie responded, reaching for the glass.
"There's more where that came from," Cathy said with a smile. "And there's enough gin in it to make those short-blonde hairs between your legs stand straight up."
The cold liquid took the dry feeling out of Valerie's mouth and she felt the effect of the alcohol almost immediately, although she couldn't taste it. Without hesitating, she drained the glass and returned it to the table. "I drank the whole damn thing," she advised Cathy, who was down rubbing her legs by then, eyeing the golden hair, but not touching it.
"There's more in the cabinet under the table," Cathy said. "Pour me another ... I feel ... let's see ... how should I phrase it ... don't want you to think I'm you-know-what or anything ... I guess I just feel good all over. It's like being free ... devil-may-care."
"Me too!" Valerie said, pouring a warm concoction from a cocktail shaker Cathy had left there on another occasion. 'Ohhhh ... it's melting the ice cubes ... I'll get more. Don't go away."
Cathy slumped on the chaise lounge and took a sip of the warm drink as Valerie ran out naked to get more ice. The whole experience was intoxicating, she told herself when she realized the warm alcohol had a strange effect on her mind, making everything seem fuzzy and gay.
She tried to find a reason for being so drawn to Valerie's body, but it escaped her. The touch of the firm young flesh was pleasing, she admitted, but that was all, and it didn't explain why the nagging, burning itch between her legs continued to grow stronger and hotter by the minute.
"Here!" Valerie said, coming back with a tray of ice-cubes. "I feel drunk ... just a little ... but very silly."
"See!" Cathy said, pretending to be serious. "They say a person reveals his true self when under the influence of booze!"
Valerie poured herself another drink and stood facing Cathy as she sipped it. "I guess the real me isn't really timid then," she said with conviction. "Because I don't feel shy anymore. I feel ... sexy! Look. I'm standing here all naked and bold as can be and I don't really care."
"Have another sip of that drink," Cathy said calmly. "Because I'm going to let you in on a secret. ... I was hot as a bitch before you got here ... and I'm still hot! Hotter!"
"Do you think I have a pretty cunt?" Valerie asked seriously. "I always thought the blonde hair made it look naked. Yours really is more eye-catching with the dark bush of hair calling attention to it."
"Don't be silly," Cathy said, extending her arm toward the junction of Valerie's legs in gesture. "Men will go out of their minds when they see that blonde bush. It's got 'eating pussy' written all over it."
Valerie glanced down at Cathy's hand, just inches from the spot being discussed, and the sight gave her the urge to move forward slightly to touch her pubic hairs against the tips of Cathy's fingers. The sudden surge forward was a slip, she told herself, but Cathy's fingertips were now touching the soft fur of her pleasure-cove and it tingled delightfully. It was a forbidden, almost dangerous thrill, she decided, but unavoidable. The relaxed atmosphere of being with Cathy made the building excitement in her body seem natural. She felt too nervous and anxious with men, she told herself, pressing just a little farther forward to feel the tips of Cathy's fingers touch her flaming hot vaginal-lips.
For Cathy, the wild, excited look in Valerie's eyes was more exciting than the touch of her pubic hair. She knew exactly what her niece was experiencing and it made her tingle with the thought of it. It wasn't Valerie's body she craved, she told herself. It was the girl's fingers on her own body she wanted.
"Mmmmmm...." Valerie purred, inching closer to where Cathy was sitting, watching those fingers touch and fondle with expert precision.
"Open your legs," Cathy whispered.
Valerie obliged in what appeared to be a dream-like surrender of her body to the hands of her master. She parted her legs as wide as possible and Cathy stared for a moment, wondering why she was playing the active role, when in fact her original thought had been to get Valerie to supply the needed play for her own lustful climax.
Before reaching out to touch her again, Cathy asked in a flat, matter-of-fact voice, "Have you ever been with a man?"
Valerie's body tensed and she shot Cathy a questioning look, almost as though she'd rather not talk about it. But she answered in an almost inaudible whisper, "Yes."
Once again Cathy reached out and touched the next of hair with one hand as the other gently rubbed up and down Valerie's upper leg and hip. As her fingers slithered through the silky-soft pubic hairs and approached the dampness of the girl's panting vulva, Cathy realized that all she had to do was pretend the roles they were playing were reversed, and just do what she would have liked Valerie to do to her. It gave her a devilish, wicked feeling to be involved with someone of her own sex like this. And she realized that was the satisfaction she sought in her extramarital affairs ... forbidden, wicked thrills!
Her index finger slid down the crease of the weeping eye to the sensitive skin just beyond and traced a path to Valerie's anus. It was all yielding this time, but she circled it with the tip of her finger and drew it slowly back to the moist slit in front. Her own sex-juices began to stir as though the finger was slipping between her own legs, with its slow teasing touch to the screaming nerve ends located in that short distance between her anus and vagina. Again her fingers made the slow, tantalizing tour of both openings, using her own sensations as a guide to get the best effect.
Cathy could hear the little screeching sounds escaping from deep in Valerie's throat and decided to bring the girl some relief from the building anxiety. As her index finger circled her anus, she brought her thumb up to the pink, moist vaginal-lips and inserted both fingers into their respective openings at the same instant.
"OH!" Valerie screeched. "OH! Oh ... oh ... I love it ... I love it...."
Cathy's free hand slid from Valerie's hip, up to her heaving breasts and massaged both orbs with a sweeping, circular motion, while her fingers worked a slight in-and-out motion in their sucking tunnels.
The animal-lust sounds escaping from deep in Valerie's throat now told Cathy she was riding high on a wave of foamy, creamy orgasm juices. It was gratifying for Cathy too, because she knew her own needs would soon be met with the same intensity.
"Oh ... Aunt Cathy," Valerie finally sighed with relief, adding, as she breathed deeply to fill her lungs with lost air, "If you only knew how much I needed that...."
"I do," Cathy said as she gently slipped her finger from Valerie's rectum, but letting her thumb remain captive in the still squeezing tunnel of her sopping wet sex. "My body is screaming for equal time ... Do you think you ... could do it to me?"
"Oh yes!" Valerie's velvet voice purred. "Mmmmmm ... just one more squeeze ... ahhhh...."
Cathy eased her drenched thumb from the well of sex-juice and pressed the palm of her hand over it as a final touch of affection. "Just do what you think is best," she said. "A woman knows instinctively what another woman wants."
"Then you stretch out on the lounge and I'll do my best," Valerie said. "But I want to see everything, so I hope you don't mind if I face the other way."
Without waiting for an answer, she straddled Cathy's stomach, with her little behind wagging excitedly in Cathy's face and began her own interpretation of the same act. She had Cathy bend her knees and lift them high so the entire area between her legs was exposed to her devouring eyes and teasing fingers.
"Mmmmmmm...." Cathy sighed, contented now with just the knowledge that her throbbing itch was about to be treated.
The girl's slender fingers teased with devilish strokes that touched very lightly at those sensitive openings, making Cathy almost immediately squirm for more definite proof of their presence.
"Oh, Val," Cathy moaned as the feather-light touch of her fingertips moved in circles over her steaming hot vaginal-lips, then down the path to her anus and awakened every never-ending in her body along the way. "You're driving me nuts! It feels like you're tickling me with a feather...."
"I know," she breathed. "First you have to want it real bad. Then you'll really appreciate what comes after the teasing."
"But I want it real bad now!" Cathy cried, lifting her hips off the lounge in an attempt to force herself against the tantalizing fingers.
"You won't be disappointed. I promise."
Cathy suddenly went weak all over when Valerie lowered her head, causing her long-blonde hair to cascade down Cathy's inner thighs. The sensation gave her chills and pangs of excitement. And this was followed by a gentle, warm breeze that followed the finger's tour. It could only mean she was now softly blowing on the sensitive area, Cathy realized with building excitement. She found herself getting breathless as the finger circled her rectum again, then thumb and forefinger opened the bud and a gust of warm air swept into the dry tunnel ... and it semeed to penetrate right up to her brain. The moaning and groaning she heard was her own, she discovered, when the same treatment was applied to her vulva.
"Finger-fuck me!" she cried out desperately. "Oh Val, please ... now...."
The answer came back in a low whisper, "Soon."
I can't wait! she cried under her breath, expecting the bubble to burst at any second, releasing the pent-up tidal wave of her orgasm. No! Not THAT! she screamed as she felt Valerie's full, plush, moist lips softly touch the entrance to her tunnel-of-love. She wasn't expecting that-it shocked her senses. But Valerie's lips didn't linger there; just long enough to make it a tender kiss of affection.
"Mmmmm," Valerie sighed, gently inserting an index finger from each hand into Cathy's craving orifices. "How's that?"
The bubble blew apart, the tidal wave swept over her and Cathy was a twisting, squirming, squeezing, sucking mass of convulsive flesh. And after the tidal wave, she lost count of the orgasm that rolled in behind it.
"It hurts so good," she finally gasped, electing Valerie's finger from her rectum with the muscles accustomed to that chore, and Valerie took it as the signal to withdraw her other finger.
"What time is it?" Cathy asked in a sleepy voice.
"I don't know, but I think I just heard Uncle Allen's car." Valerie chirped, swinging her leg over Cathy's body and rushing to get her bikini.
It took much more effort for Cathy to set up and slip into her own clothes, but as they left the solarium to meet the fishermen downstairs, both seemed to be bubbling over with energy.