AUNT RUTH'S HOUSE

JUNE 27TH - It was a blazing 95 degrees out as a pulled up to my Aunt Ruth's house. My windows were down, hair up in a ponytail, music blasting from my brand new speakers. I was to have a new home with my aunt until further notice.

To make a very long, personally aggravating story short -- I needed a place to stay. My mother's house was getting foreclosed on, and her and I weren't getting along much over the last year or two. I was paying her rent, and yet she still asked me to move out all the time, saying I don't contribute enough. When she was forced to file for bankruptcy and sell the house as is, I opted not go to with.

My Aunt Ruth lives about 2 hours away. It's a far drive, and now going to work and back every day will be almost 40 minutes, but I knew I'd be comfortable here, despite the turmoil. My Aunt Ruth was recently divorced from our estranged Uncle Will -- the rumor amongst family members is that he was a notorious cheater, and she tried to get back at him by stealing his money. I never found out the truth, but I always got along with Aunt Ruth because her younger age (Uncle Will was in his 50s, she just turned 40, I'm 22).

Upon leaving my mother's house, Aunt Ruth was the first person I asked because I knew she had a spare room upstairs. She was happy to take me in indefinitely as long as I paid rent and went 50/50 with her on keeping the house in shape. This sounded A-okay by me, and since she has half custody of her son, my younger cousin Greg, I'd see some other family every now and then. It was to be a sudden change if there ever was one, but I was looking forward to it.

I pulled up in the driveway to see her garage open, but no Aunt Ruth in site. I honked, but no response. I tried again still to no avail, so I texted her. Almost immediately, I saw her emerge from the back gate -- she was wearing denim shorts and a bikini top, pink with black polka dots.

At the age of 40, Aunt Ruth was smack dab in the middle between still looking young and approaching middle aged. This was attributable largely to her many, many tattoos, tendency to dress in mostly back "rock music"-like clothing, and her somewhat shorter hair, which she usually curls upward in a pin-up style. Here, I watched her emerging from the backyard in a bathing suit top and I noticed for the first time how large her chest is. They jiggled like a water balloons and she skipped over to my car, bare foot on scolding concrete. Her build, somewhere between being athletic and having a bit of a belly, was the perfect frame for these bouncers.

"Hiiiii! Sorry I missed you. I'm in the back about to lay out by the pool." Aunt Ruth said as she approached my driver's side, arms stretched out for a hug. I looked at my watch as I hugged her -- 10:45 A.M. The wire-frame bikini top fabric was the only barrier between her bare chest and my then sleeveless shirt.

"That's okay." I greeted her in return. "Happy to be finally be here. Should I take my stuff in?"

"Yeah, take your stuff in. I'll help you."

I popped the trunk to expose my absolutely bursting rear storage full to the brim with overstuffed suitcases and bags. My aunt helped me carry them inside and up the stairs.

Her guest room was lovely -- a large bed, a good amount of walking space, and a perfect-sized dresser for my TV. She then showed me the lovely bathroom on the opposite side of the house, but I didn't need a house tour -- I'd been here before many times. This was the house we'd come to every Thanksgiving and Christmas for family gatherings.

"I'm gonna start unpacking. Thank you so much for the help. And thanks again for letting me stay here, Aunt Ruth." I said as I turned back around towards my new bedroom.

"Oh, no, please. Unpack later. Let's catch up. Come to the pool with me. Your bring your bathing suit?" she replied.

"Yeah, I have it somewhere! That sounds good."

Moments later I rummaged quickly through my packed goods for my swim trunks and swiftly got into them, snagged a towel from the restroom closet and headed to the backyard to meet my aunt.

The first thing that caught my eye was the pool -- not the biggest ever, but the water was clear enough to see all the way through the bottom and the sun reflected off the surface like a shiny steel rail.

Immediately to my right was Aunt Ruth, slipping her fingers into the waistband of her unbuckled denim shorts. Just as I looked in her direction, her backside facing me, she bent over and slipped out of them, showing her bikini-clad bottom. It was one of those bikinis with a really small back side and I was looking at at least a quarter cheek on each side. It was all black with a pink rim to match the polka-dot top.

Aunt Ruth stood up as she turned around and smiled at me, folding her shorts up into a little square. I noticed more tattoos on her upper thighs that I hadn't seen before.

I commented on what appeared to be a pointillism owl on her right side near her waist: "Is that owl new? Never seen it before."

"Yeah, I got it a couple months ago. Like it?"

"Looks neat."

"There's uh, chairs over by the shed if you're going to join me." She pointed out.

I took my shirt off to get used to the heat before waltzing over to the shed and grabbing myself a long, white lay-down chair.

When I returned Aunt Ruth had let the straps down on her bikini top. She laid on her back, and the two cups that previously held in her large breasts now gently rested on top of them.

I readied my chair next to her and we both soaked in the sun for a little bit. Now was the chance to catch up. She told all about her estranged relationship with Uncle Will and the big birthday party they just had for my cousin Emmie's 18th (sadly I couldn't make it -- I had to work). I told her about my ex girlfriend and all the problems we had. It was nice. I hadn't bonded with Aunt Ruth this much in a while.

During the end of our conversation she sat up. While she boosted her self up she held her bikini top to her chest. I could have sworn, for a second, that I saw a nipple -- even just for the equivalent of a movie frame.

We spent the rest of the day catching up and cooking together. While we cooked, I remained shirtless in my board shorts and she stayed in her denim shorts and bikini top. I couldn't stop watching them jiggle as she was shaking pepper into our stew. I knew in this moment that I had made the right choice regarding my move.

2 DAYS INTO MY STAY.

Monday morning. I awoke at an early morning hour to get to work, remembering my drive was now almost twice as long. I heard music blaring from downstairs -- blaring loud enough to vibrate my floor. It was 7 A.M. What in the hell?

I came down the stairs in my ragged night tank top and boxer shorts, morning wood just on its way down. My aunt must have heard my steps. She shouted "Good morning!" and I followed her voice into the living room.

I turned the corner to see her sweating up a storm, in the middle of a mad exercise, swinging her arms, jogging in place with knees kicking all the way up to her chest. The windows were open, the fan was on, and the stereo was bumpin' some old school late 90s/early 2000s grunge shit. She was wearing a tight-fitting workout get-up: all black yoga pants with netted see-through material spiraling around the legs all the way down, and a solid, black jog bra. The job bra did a serviceable job at containing the breasts jiggle as she bounced up and down in her place.

"Going to work?" she asked without looking at me.

"Yes." I replied loudly.

"There's fresh coffee in the pot if you want some before you head out. Have a good day!"

"I'll grab some. Thanks."

So I did, and I was off to work quickly, trying hard not to think about my aunt's sweaty body all day.

Reader, let me tell you -- never take a job at a call center. This was approaching the end of my 2nd year as a customer service representative for Sony, and becoming screamed at by angry customers, being put on hold for endless minutes and having "Sorry" and "I understand you're upset" as part of my daily vocabulary have all become part of the routine. To say I'm sick of it would be the understatement of the century.

Today there was a situation that I feared would get me fired. Long story short, I got into a screaming match on the phone with the customer and despite my best efforts, I let an expletive slip in.

I wasn't fired -- but I was reemed out by boss and sent home early for the day.

When I arrived back at the house, I walked in the door with no Aunt Ruth in sight. I heard her from afar when I closed the door. "Andrew, is that you?!"

"Yes, I'm home early!" I yelled from the front entrance taking my shoes off.

"Stay there!"

Suddenly, I see a blurry shape of skin-colored blurred lines run from the kitchen, across the hallway into the bathroom with water trinkling in a trial behind it. Aunt Ruth was in the kitchen....and she was naked. She ran too fast for me to see anything, but I could tell.

"Why are you home early?!" she yelled from the bathroom.

"Bit of a situation at work. Nothing too bad. Sorry, would you like me to leave?!"

"No, no! Just wait a second."

Moments later Aunt Ruth emerged from the bathroom, tightening the belt on her bathrobe as she walked towards me. "What happened at work?" she asked.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." I said.

"Please. No one comes home 3 hours into their shift for nothing."

"It's nothing. I promise."

"It's not nothing. Come on, I'll make you some bacon and eggs and we'll talk about it. You didn't eat before you left, did you?"

"No, I didn't."

We set off towards the kitchen.

"So..."

I had to ask.

"...do you usually walk around naked when you're home alone?"

Aunt Ruth laughed as she tightened her robe again. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I just took a shower. I like to air dry sometimes while I make breakfast.

I laughed back.

She continued. "I hope it wasn't too traumatizing."

"Ha ha, don't worry, Aunt Ruth I didn't see anything."

She sat across from me at the table while we ate our late breakfast and I talked about my awful day. The entire time I watched water drip from the ends of her wet hair into her slightly displayed cleavage, and stared at her freckled thighs when she stuck them out from under robe and crossed them. If I was under the table I could have had a fur burger for breakfast instead.

The following Tuesday to Thursday, I became aware of my Aunt's morning routine, and with it, threw out my alarm clock. Every morning at 7 AM she does her exercises (now I know what keeps her in such great shape as she approaches middle age), then showers, then makes breakfast, then sits at the computer until the middle of the afternoon. Since last year, she's had the opportunity to work from home as an attorney's personal accountant. Other than occasional trips to the bank and the office, she spends most of her time at home, and usually heads to bed early.

I was getting used to things. Leftover breakfast when I came home. Quiet time into the evening while took work calls and filled out paperwork, followed a bit of friendly family bonding in the evening before we both shipped off to bed. Usually we watched a movie or just sat around with some beers and chatted the night away.

Then came Friday. As my Aunt's blasting L7 CD woke me up from downstairs, I awoke to a from my boss: "Call me when you wake up."

I called him. What he told me was like a verbal punch to the Adam's Apple. I had been suspended for 2 weeks with pay. Apparently, there's been a lot of complaints and the company believes I'm too "aggressive" with the customers. I was furious, angry, enraged -- every synonym you could think of -- but I had to keep my cool. At least I was getting paid, and at least I would be spending quality time with Aunt Ruth.

I didn't even bother to put on a shirt walking downstairs. I stomped down the steps in pajama bottoms and headed straight to the kitchen.

I looked at Aunt Ruth as I passed -- she was wearing a new workout fit I never saw before. A white, raggedy t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and no bra underneath, and on the bottom, polka dot blue booty shorts, some of the tightest, shortest I've ever seen.

It took her a minute to notice me. "What's up? No work today? I thought you were off Sundays and Wednesdays."

There was no point in beating around the bush -- I told her the situation. For a moment, she turned my mother, and gave me a speech about controlling my anger and how she was disappointed.

"You don't have to tell me. I'm just as upset about it." I replied.

The exchange went on for several more minute in the kitchen while I made some coffee. At the end, she gave me a proposition: "I think what you need to get your anger out is a good workout."

"What?" I questioned.

"Come on. Come workout with me. It'll make you feel better." She propositioned again.

"Oh...jeez. Thanks, but I haven't worked out in a long time. Probably been 2 years at least."

"Good! That's more reason to start! Come on, I'll set up a mat for you. Go get changed. It's a perfect way to start the day."

"I don't really have any work out clothes."

"You don't have any basketball shorts or anything like that?"

"No. I'm not really an athlete."

"Alright. Just wear your boxers and a tank top. That'll be fine."

I was confused, yet excited by this suggestion, but obviously, I had no objections.

About 5 minutes later after I finished my coffee I might my aunt downstairs in a fresh pair of boxers and grey sleeveless. She had set up a mat for me just a few feet away from hers.

I took position, and she slowly guided me through a myriad of yoga-like workouts.

"This doesn't seem like the regular workout routine you've been doing. Switching things up?" I asked with my head squeezed below my knee.

"I have a rotation of regular exercises mixed with yoga stretches. It gives me a good mix of working muscles and relaxing them, and I like the variety." Aunt Ruth replied.

As we worked our way through the spin-the-wheel of difficult yoga positions, I lost count of how many times I got a big ol' eyeful of sideboob through the cut off sleeves of her shirt. When we did one called the "Seated Forward Fold" I swore one of them was gonna pop out the side.

Not gonna lie, though -- it was fun, and I needed it. She was right in suggesting it'd be a good way to workout my anger from my being suspended, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't putting on a little weight that I would like to get rid of.

After our workout of roughly an hour and change, we were both drenched scalp to toenails in sweat, and we both stunk. My boxers had become heavy, and Aunt Ruth's white shirt had become wet like a damp rag, but not enough to see through.

I told her she can shower first. She was quick. "Your turn!" she told me as she exited the hallway in her bathrobe.

I didn't have a robe, and when I finished my shower, I didn't know where she was. My best bet was wrap a towel around myself and head upstairs. After all, I couldn't put my sweaty boxers back on.

It was a pain going up the steps -- my body hadn't been pushed like that in ages, and all that time sitting in the chair in front of the computer at the call center has essentially turned my muscles into Jell-O. I moaned and groaned working my feet upwards.

"Feeling sore?" Aunt Ruth asked I passed her open doorway.

I turned suddenly. She was wearing a bikini -- a simple design this time, plain green, no frills, no design. It was a modest one -- didn't show off too much cleavage, and it covered the butt way more than the last one.

"You have no idea." I said, adjusting my towel.

"That means you did good. What hurts? Your legs?

"The undersides of my knees are killin' me. And my stomach too."

"That's the abdominal stretches. Those are great for you. Let it hurt -- it'll go away."

I grunted and moved closer to my room.

"I'm going outside to tan for a little bit if you want to join. Otherwise, I'll be in later. Lots of phone calls to make today."

I opted not to join, as tempting as it was. My body was too sore. I simply tore my towel off, put my fan on max and splayed out on my bed until the soreness died down.

I made dinner quietly tonight while Aunt Ruth was in the kitchen making work calls. She looked so pretty sitting there with her hair up, being official and making business calls in her pajamas

Our movie night for Friday night was Office Space. She picked it on purpose to make light of my suspension, but to me it was like a documentary. I was angry at first, but the more we sat, and the more we drank, the more I laughed.

The next morning.

I awoke to a strange sound -- silence. No music. No bumping speakers and vibrating walls. In fact, as I got up and looked around the house, there was no Aunt Ruth to be found anywhere. She must be sleeping in today.

I crept upstairs and peeped her door open. I was right. I found out too that she sleeps in her natural state -- her back was turned to the door, but the blanket sliding down her waist, exposing the top of her crack, and the sides of her breasts sticking out ever so slightly from the edges of her torso. With the single streak of light striking the room, it was like an old baroque painting of a nude woman.

I took the quiet morning to myself to make so breakfast and catch up on Westworld. Around 10:30 Aunt Ruth finally came down the stairs.

"I smell pancakes!" she yelled from down the hall.

"Good morning! Help yourself!" I replied with my feet up on the couch.

I looked back to greet her. She was wearing super short shorts -- almost like cut-off men's boxers -- and a baggy old Metallica shirt.

"No workout this morning?" I asked. "I was expecting to wake up to my walls shaking again."

"I have a 5-day routine. I like to sleep in on the weekends." She replied.

I got up and walked to the kitchen to dispose of my empty plate.

"I'm almost disappointed. As much pain as I was in yesterday, I really enjoyed getting some exercise. Even if it was just yoga." I said as I dumped my remnants in the trash.

"You want to?" she asked as she prepped her own plate. "We can. Not my normal routine but we can get some in. Let me eat my breakfast and we'll get stared!

"You sure? I don't wanna bother you if you had other plans."

"No, no. I got nothing goin' today at all. Not even any work. Just gimmie a few."

"Wow, thanks. I appreciate it. Can we do regular workouts instead of yoga?"

She looked out the window. "Seems a little hot today for a regular workout but if you want to..."

About 10 minutes later we met in the living room. This time she let me pick the music. I went the Kendrick's To Pimp A Butterfly -- front to end. I came down in my boxer and tank top like last time and she came down wearing an all blue fit -- a well-fitted job bra and tight-fighting yoga pants to go with. She opened one of the windows to let the heat out.

We started with some high-knee jogging in place, followed by push ups, then some crunches, then some taking turns on the exercise ball.

We had been going for about 20 minutes now, and it was beginning to get warm. Her opening the window hadn't proved very effective, as we were both already drenched. My back was covered in sweat, so I flipped my shirt over my head and threw it to the side.

"Oh my god, is it blazing in here, isn't it?" Aunt Ruth observed.

"Yeah, sorry. I had to." I replied.

"No, you're fine. It's crazy in here."

We continued, starting some side planks, but then came the jumping jack. She had developed her own custom jumping jacks that involved turning 180 degrees every 4th jump. It was a surprising way to stay in sync and keep it from getting monotonous. I watched her breasts bounce upon down like paddle balls on paddles inside her binding, fitted top.A few minutes passed before she stopped, and made a comment under exhausted breaths: "Oh God, it's so hot."

And suddenly, she stuck her thumbs inside the waistband of her pants and slid them off, revealing her sweaty legs. She threw her pants to the side as I noticed her underwear, which she was apparently extremely comfortable revealing to me -- white and black vertical stripes, more akin to the shape of booty shorts than traditional underwear, but very high up the waist, and revealing a lot of butt cheek.

"Okay." she simply said as she got back into the motion.

I didn't say anything about her sudden state of undress. If she was okay with it, than I had no reason to comment.

We restarted our routine from the beginning -- back to the high knees.

After another few minutes my aunt stopped again. She seemed to be getting out of breath. She spoke: "Sorry, I'll be right back. I gotta put on something else. Keep going!"

Quickly, she speedwalked out of the room. I kept going, eager to see what she'd be wearing upon return.

She returned moment later in a simple bra and panties -- white, with frilly edges of the bottoms.

"Will it bother if you if I just work out in this?" she said walking back in the room. "It'll make it so much better for me in these heat."

"No, no." I said. "Wear whatever you want. I'm down to my skivvies myself."

"Thanks so much."

"What, uh, what do you usually workout in when it's hot like this?"

"I usually don't workout in anything, whether it's hot or not."

I laughed as we got back into the routine. "What? You workout naked?"

"Yeah! Or at least bottomless."

"For real?"

"Yeah, it's actually better for you. No clothing, no muscle restrain of any sort. Especially better during Yoga and regular stretching."

"That makes sense. Never thought about that."

"Mhmm. You should get a try one day if you ever get a chance."

And with that comment, I quietly resumed the routine. In her new outfit I watched do side planks, crunches, and then jumping jacks. Oh god, the jumping jacks. Her tits nearly flopping out of her bra was inevitable, and multiple times she had to catch them and readjust. I couldn't see the tag, but if I had to guess, she was at least a large C cup, possibly a small D.

As enjoyable as this was, it was also creating a problem -- I had become rock hard underneath my boxers. These weren't regular flowing boxers, they were boxer briefs, so the outline of my erection was clearer than the sky. When it came for our 4th round of jumping jacks, my flop was as easily noticeable as hers. I was notice my dick was gonna poke out of the hole as it bobbed up and down in the middle of the living room.

I didn't think she noticed it, and we came around to our final turn on the exercise ball. As she rolled it over to me, I caught her glance downward at my crotch, and there absolutely no hiding it when I bent backwards over the ball to do high crunches, and it was pointing directly up at the ceiling, just millimeters from the head poking out of the middle.

"That's it. Keep it going it strong." She egged me on, standing over me, watching. I knew she could see it -- she had to -- she was less than a foot away, but the respectable woman she is, she said nothing.

We finished our session with another round of high knee jogging, and by the time we finished, I was still harder than cement. I looked over at my aunt, who walked towards her towel, covered head to toe in sweat, so much so that the ceiling fan light above made her shiny like she was covered in oil. This didn't help my situation, especially when she bent over to properly drape the towel over her head and I noticed that the backside of her white panties had become extremely translucent and sweat was running down deep into her crack.

She turned around to face me and my boner. "Alright, that was really good one. It's like a sauna here. Who's gonna shower first?"

"You can go first. You look sweatier than me." I laughed back.

"Alrighty." She said very matter-of-fact, and quickly sped off to the bathroom.

I needed a moment to compose myself when she disappeared. What have I gotten myself into? Just a week ago I was moving in with my Aunt temporarily due to my home situation, now she's come millimeters away from seeing my throbbing dick, and she's continuously bending over in front of me in next to nothing. I was nervous, but these work outs have become a blessing.

Our Saturday post-workout was pleasant. We traded some family gossip over some delicious vegan pizza, I introduced her to Westworld, and we Facetimed Emmie, who announced she was coming to stay for a couple days starting Wednesday. Even though she just turned 18 she still looked how I remembered growing up -- forever stuck with an innocent younger face, but now slightly more developed on the rest of the body despite being extremely short and thin. He hair was longer than I remember, though, appearing to flow all the way down her back, which her and Aunt Ruth argued about extensively over this Facetime session.

Later, she was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and I came downstairs for a drink from the fridge. We were both dressed casual, sweats and t-shirts.

I spoke as I opened the fridge: "Ugh. I don't know about you, Aunt Ruth, but I am sorer than a bitch after this morning. Muscles cramping everywhere."

"Oh my god, me too!" She agreed. "That was the hardest I've gone in a while."

"Yeah, for sure."

"You know, when Emmie and I used to workout together we'd always give each other massages afterwards if we were sore. I'm not the greatest at them but she's a master."

"Really? That sounds nice. We should give it a try."

She stopped for a moment to stir the rice before replying. "You know what? I think I still have some of the therapeutic oil left from forever ago. When we're done eating I'll go see."

We ate dinner. I tried to eat in a hurry to get to the massage faster but she took her sweet time. She told me some more stories about her and Uncle Will's ugly relationship towards the end. Apparently Ellie claims that she thinks he was flirting with one of her older friends and how he would always stare at her when she came over. I can see why they decided to plug the plug on marriage.

We finished our meal of rice and beans and she headed upstairs to look for the massage oil.

A couple minutes later she yelled from upstairs. "Hey, Andrew I found it!"

"What?!" I enquired back loudly from the bottom of the stairs.

"The therapeutic massage oil! I found it!"

"Great!"

She came down to show it to me. There wasn't much left but there was enough for us both to use tonight.

"I've never given massage before I guess there's a first time for everything." I continued.

"I can show you. Like I said, I'm not a master myself but I know I few tips and tricks."

She turned around and headed back up, and I followed closely behind. We were headed for her bedroom.

"In here?" I asked as she opened the door.

"I have the bigger bed. I don't feel like going out back to get the tanning chairs. Those are better to use, but this will do for now."

She rummaged through a pile of junk near her closet and pulled out a huge rubbery foam mat and laid it over top her bedspread.

"So what should I do?" I asked.

"Get down to your boxers and lay on your stomach." She told me very directly.

My aunt patiently watched me with her hands folded at her waist while I very carefully took of my clothes. First, the shirt, then the belt and the socks, then the sweatpants. Now I was almost naked but she was clothed.

"Lay down flat." She said.

I listened to her directions, laying down next to her with my backside facing the ceiling.

"Now this oil..." she started. "...is a kind of a muscle relaxant. It's gonna be cold at first, but as I rub it in, it gets warmer, and your muscles with feel better."

She poured some into her hands and rubbed them together, then she placed her hands on the backs of my shins. These were extremely sore from all the jogging and jumping jacks. She was right, it was cold, almost uncomfortably so, upon first touch, as it got deeper in the skin, it became gradually warmer.

Slowly she moved all the way from the heels of my feet to the area above the back of the knee. I moaned with pleasure and she chuckled at the occurrence of it.

Ever so gingerly she went a little higher and a little higher. The tips of her fingertips continuously grazed the area right below my buttocks and my right around my groin as she stuck them in and out of my boxer legs. Then she moved onto my back, kneading it like a cat.

"Feels good?" she asked.

"Feels amazing, Aunt Ruth." I complimented in muffled response.

"Roll over now, we'll do your front."

I rolled over on my back and the warmness of the oil that already seeped into my backside came over the rest of my body like a big fuzzy hug. Aunt Ruth squirted some more lotion into her hands and started on my legs like last time.

She worked up, up, up, and her fingertips came closer and closer to my groins, but never touched.

She moved on to my torso and gave me some instructions for when it was her turn. "When it comes to the chest and the belly, think of it like kneading bread. Like very carefully molding pizza dough. Just press into gently with your fingers and let the oil work it's magic."

She rubbed it all in my chest and my shoulders. It felt spectacular. I let out a couple of pleasured breaths.

Suddenly, I felt her tugging at the waistband of my boxers. I looked down to see her tucking in the waistband and pulling them down ever so slightly to expose more of my waist. "Let's nudge these down a bit..." she whispered to herself.

Carefully with three fingertips she rubbed lotion into a circular motion in the area right above the dick root. This felt amazing too, and it started giving me a chub.

She made another round over all the bases, then she stopped.

"Alright, my turn." She said.

I was so relax that I struggled to sit up. "Are you sure? I'll probably be really bad."

"You won't know until you try, my good nephew."

Nonchalantly and with no warning she started removing her clothing while I stood up off the bed. I was too oily to put my clothes back on, so I remained in my boxers.

Aunt Ruth removed her shirt, revealing a neon pink wire bra underneath, and under her sweatpants was simple black underwear. Then...she reached for her bra, moving her hands behind her back.

She very carefully took her bra off while simultaneously moving her hands to cover her breasts. She smiled at me as she maneuvered herself facedown onto the bed, arms down at her side. I didn't see anything, but I saw enough.

"No rush. Start whenever you're ready." She instructed me.

The cartilage in my boxers shook when I looked at my aunt laying there in front of me in nothing but her underwear, the undersides of her breasts jutting out from under her chest.

I nervously squirted some oil in hands in the same way she did and starting rubbing into her legs.

"Put some pressure into it." She commented.

I tried to on the backs of her knees, slowly creeping upward. Treading as lightly as I could while still applying pressure, I squeezed and kneaded the area right below her ass. My knuckles grazed her underwear-covered cheeks and she told me my new method was better.

Now onto her back. I remembered what she said about kneading dough, and slowly massaged the path from her waistline to her neck.

"Get the sides." She commanded in a very relaxed tone of voice.

So I did. Exactly 3 times, I counted, my fingertips just ever so lightly smudged up against the sides of her breasts. She let out a pleasured sigh.

I went over her back once again for good measure, then I stopped and asked "Am I doing your front too?"

"Yes please! That abdomen workout was killer! Hand me my bra."

She stuck her arm out and made a grabbing motion with her hand. I reached down and handed her her bra from the floor.

Again, she carefully maneuvered herself onto her back, casually placing the bra on her chest. It sat unstrapped, low enough down her chest to cover her nipples, but not much else.

I squeezed some more lotion into my hands and started on the shoulders and she closed her eyes. I moved in circular motions near her clavicles and into her chest cavity.

Her glorious globes sat inches below, tempting me, but I didn't know how far I was allowed to go.

In lieu of risk, I touched them. My skin touched her breasts. I gently rubbed in circles at the top, just where they met the chest, moving just a little bit downward to where I could feel just the slightest hint of jiggle. She said nothing, but continued to lay silent, breathing slowly. I can't imagine with the amazing lotion feels like on one's tits.

I moved down the stomach, using the same pizza dough method. I noticed now how totally toned her abdomen is. Perfectly flat, yet curved like a carefully blown plexiglass sculpture.

"Mind if I tug your bottoms down a bit too?" I quietly asked.

"Mmm, yeah." She replied instantly.

I precisely reached for the rim of her underwear, carefully pulling it down a little bit from the sides. It sat lower on her waist now, and like me to her, I could see the top of her womb.

With a little bit more lotion in my hands, I covered the circumference of her waist, taking every little opportunity I could to stick even just a bit of a finger tip underneath the raised rim of her underwear.

I continued for several minutes. I decided any longer duration massage then she to gave me would be suspicious, so I stopped after another go round her clavicles.

"Oil's almost gone, Aunt Ruth. I think we're done." I commented, slowing my rubbing to a halt.

"Mmmm, I'm so relaxed." she said laying there with her eyes closed, arms perfectly still at her sides.

"What now?" I asked.

"You did amazing, nephew. Thank you." Her speech slowed and slurred. "I think I'm just gonna lay here. Maybe dose off for a bit."

I stood back and looked at her, my erection forming fuller now. She looked like she was in a total state of zen. I eyed her up and down -- here was my sexy Aunt Ruth, who I've always known to be attractive, but never this open, laying in nothing but black underwear on a bed met, posed like a goddess, with her bra loosely sitting on the bottoms of her breasts.

"Should I just leave then?" I asked.

But no reponse.

I decided do a test. I felt the erection in my boxers reach full mast and I moved closer to my aunt. She was in such a state of sleepy warm bliss that she didn't hear my footsteps.

I stood above her and without thinking about it too hard, I pulled my dick out. I took my hard cock out and let in flop in the air just feet away from my Aunt's face, just because I could.

She didn't even know I was standing there. I waved it around some more and jerked it a couple times, just to test the waters -- nothing. She was out, mentally on another, warmer planet.

I stared at her body for another couple seconds, then put myself back in my shorts and exited, leaving her to her nap.Sunday was our day off for workouts. We both slept in, and then met up with my cousin Greg for a late brunch at a wonderful little mom-and-pop diner down the road. They gossiped constantly about Uncle Will, but in between, Greg and I got to catch up. He was obviously curious why I was staying with his mom and I explained the weird situation. He offered to make amends to my mother on my behalf, but I objected. I liked where I was now.

In the evening, I joined her with some beers for a 5-episode binge of Westworld season 2 that lasted until almost 1 AM. I had already seen it, but I loved watching her watch it. Season 2 is nowhere near as good as season 1, but season 3 was coming in a couple months, so I wanted us to both be able to watch it when it was new.

Now it was Monday morning. By this point, I no longer needed an alarm. My eyes, still slightly buzzed from the night before, opened automatically at a quarter to 7. I crawled out of bed and threw some shorts on went downstairs.

Aunt Ruth was already in the kitchen, prepping coffee grounds. She wore black booty shorts and a loose fitting pink tank top.

"Good morning. You ready for a new routine today?" she asked immediately.

"Good morning! Yes I am. What's on the table?" I replied.

"Dumbbells!"

"Oh, no..."

"Oh, yes!"

We chatted over coffee, but not too much -- working out on a full stomach is never good.

The weights were already set up in the living room. Small ones -- 5 and 10 lbs. But I knew they'd still be good for a workout.

I stripped down to my boxer briefs like always, and awaited her arrival in the living room. Minutes later, she came down in an even skimpier bra and panty outfit than last time -- the top, a very, very tight fitting green exercise top with a matching thinly banded green thong on the bottom.

She spoke as she came down the hall into the living room. "I hope, um...I hope my minimal outfit today isn't bothersome. Like I said, I usually don't wear anything at all, but...it's hella hot."

"Wear whatever you want, Aunt Ruth. This is your house." I said.

I finally got a look at her backside when she went over to the stereo speakers to plug her phone in. This was a thong if I ever saw one. In the front it had a basic patch of green over her private area, but in the back, her entire ass was basically exposed, perfectly round ass cheeks protruding towards me, with the shoelace-thin strip of fabric stretching through her crack and disappearing down into her taint.

We started with the 5 pounders -- a mix of overhead squats and squat presses. Killer on the abdomen. Then we moved onto external rotations, which required laying on our sides. From there, some plie squats, standard curling, and some weird forward-bending workout she called the "RDL". I don't think either of us were doing it right, but it felt like it was helping anyway.

After this, we did all the same workouts but with 10 pounders. With the heat today, this was particularly exhausting. After the RDLs, we decided to take a 5-minute water break. We leaned against the kitchen counter, hair damp from sweat, chugging ice water, catching our breath. This was a killer.

Shortly after, we resumed and finished another round with the 10s. I was under the impression, we would be doing another round until Aunt Ruth reached into the hallway in the closet and pulled out two sets of little plastic steps. The idea was hold the dumbbells in hand at chest level and, in a motion similar to jogging in place, jolt up and down the steps in a continuous motion.

"How long do we do this for?" I asked.

"I usually do it for about 30 minutes, but if you can't handle it, do it for less. Go at your own pace." she replied and started, her firm jugs bouncing up and down under top like Jell-O in an earthquake.

I started myself, and the sweat came pouring down like a overflowing tub. After a couple minutes, I had to pause. My ass and balls were so sweaty, they were sticking to my boxers.

I walked over to the big box fan my Aunt had set up in the corner, and with my back to her, pulled the front of my underwear down and aired out my privates.

"Sweaty?!" she asked through a laugh mid-step.

"Yes. Absolutely, yes." I answered.

I turned around and let the breeze blow on my ass and the back of my sack. It was so refreshing.

I resumed my post and continued doing the step workout. A couple rotations later, Aunt Ruth evidently had the same problem.

She walked over to the fan, crouched down, and opened the front of her panties to let the breeze hit her crotch.

"See. Feels great, doesn't it?" I said.

"It's so fuggin' hot in here." She said back to me.

The steps resumed, and over the next 20 minutes, we both took turns cooling our parts off by the fan. I had developed a chub -- it was hard to develop a full-on with all the motion and the sweat, but to say I was aroused is an understatement.

Eventually, my aunt paused again. I assumed she going over to the fan, but instead, she turned to look at me, hands on her sweaty hips.

"Andrew." She said. "I'm sorry, but I can't work like this."

"Like what?" I replied.

"It's just too hot. I can't wear this."

"Need to change?"

"No, no. I just need to..."

In an instant, she put her thumbs in the waistband of her thong, leaned forward, and pushed them down to her feet. Her underwear slipped off easy. The thong hit the floor and she brought it up with one foot, grabbed it, and gently placed it off to the side.

"...I can't. It's too sweaty." she continued. She swerved around in place some more before picking the weight backs up. "Doesn't make it weird, does it?"

"Aunt Ruth, it's like I already said. Your house, your workout. Do whatever you want."

There she was now. My aunt resumed doing her dumbbell/steps workout with no underwear on like it was nothing to be fussed about. She didn't make much eye contact, but she looked at me right after she exposed herself.

She had a nicely shaven, neatly shaped bush -- close to the skin, almost perfectly rectangular, and the outline of the lips could be seen ever so slightly through the hair.

Whatever half-chub I had 30 seconds ago was now on it's way to full rocket. I tried not to stare at my almost naked Aunt Ruth as she resumed her workout, but my penis had more power over my eyes than my brain.

We continued for another couple minutes until my aunt stopped to pull up a specific album she wanted to hear. She remained bottomless as she stepped to the side and browsed through her phone for a moment. I got a perfect view of her hairy pussy lips as she bent forward to reach her phone.

Then she came back, and we were off to the races again. We had been going for at least 30 minutes now, but I had no plans of stopping any time soon.

"30 minutes. I can keep going. What about you?" I asked.

"Sure!" she happily replied through exhausted breaths.

I felt the full of my erection now. My sweaty cotton underwear fabric was wrapping around my shaft, rubbing awful static electricity up the hole and down the base. And it felt warm.

They had to go.

While I waited a couple minutes to make my executive decision, my boner flopped up and down visibly through my boxers. She stayed focused, looking straight ahead.

I stopped, took some breaths in and out, and stepped to the side, placing my dumbbells briefly on the couch behind me.

Without too much thinking, I slid my boxers off, kicking them in a similar fashion my aunt did her thong, and stood completely naked, letting my exposed veiny erection jut out towards my aunt.

"You had the right idea, Aunt Ruth." I stated casually.

She looked over at me for a quick moment and smiled. That was all.

I picked the dumbbells back up and resumed the routine. My dick was really bouncing now, and once I developed pre-cum, it flicked off and flew into the air in little specks, like the very edges of a tiny splash.

"Better, isn't it?" Aunt Ruth eventually said.

"Jesus, yes! This heat in unruly." I answered.

"I say it's better this way anyway, but yeah, summertime doesn't help."

We kept going for another few minutes before we stopped.

"Alright." Aunt Ruth said as she grabbed the mini stairs and put them back. "I'm calling it a day. My arms and legs are gonna fall off."

"Okay, works for me." I said, putting my dumbbells back on the rack. "Is my groin supposed to be on fire after that?"

"Everything's supposed to be on fire, my good nephew. That's how you know it was a good workout."

We stood facing each other with our genitals out for the first time. Her top was soaking wet, and my erection pointed straight at her, yet she managed never to look straight down at it.

"Can I shower first? I gotta get outta this nasty top." She asked me.

"Sure, go ahead. Hurry though. I got B.O. like Shrek after that."

I stared at her ass, cheeks jiggling freely as she turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

I patiently waited for her to come out, never bothering to put any clothes back on as I waited in the hall with my towel and shampoos. She came out a few minutes later, smiling at me as she passed me by wrapped in a towel.

When I got into the shower, I had to pleasure myself. I didn't want to -- I wanted to save it for the massage later -- but I had so much cum built up, so much near-climax, that my balls were beginning to hurt. I had to let one go right into the drain, reminiscing on my Aunt Ruth's naked, sweaty pussy that she willingly showed to me.

Just moments after my shower, I went down the stairs in a new pair of boxers and my new Madlib tee I got the other day. I met my aunt in the dining room as she was sorting threw some files. She had put on a pair of loose-fitting jeggings and and a plain white tee. She had her reading glasses on, which I thought, even as a kid, made her look sexy, and even older than she was, in a sophisticated kinda way. Like a secretly promiscuous librarian.

I walked into the room rubbing my neck from soreness. "Jesus Christ, Aunt Ruth. Is every joint in your body screaming like mine is?"

She laughed. "Went hard, huh? Yeah, my hips and glutes are pretty sore. Upper arms too."

"You got any o' that massage oil left?"

"A little bit. If we go again we have to be very frugal. I can run to the CVS and pick up some up tomorrow morning if they still sell it there."

"Do we have time for a short session before you have to start working?"

"Yeah! We have like an hour and a half still. Gimmie a second and I'll meet you up there."

I wasted no time. I took off for my aunt's bedroom and got out the mat and set it on the bed. Her room had a wonderful smell this afternoon -- a mixture of citronella and various fancy perfumes.

Aunt Ruth came into the room with the bottle of oil already in hand. She must have been keeping it in her purse of something.

"Who's first this time?" she asked.

I replied, "Dibs."

"Okay." she grunted.

I started taking my clothes off, slowly stripping down to my new pair of boxers while Aunt Ruth adjusted the mat on the bed.

"Alright." I muttered as I laid down face down like last time.

Like last time, too, she began the routine -- shoulders, neck, down the back, feet, up the legs repeat.

I turned over, and just as I had wished, I was getting another erection already. It was no stickler, but it was creating an outline for sure.

Here began the familiar again -- shoulders, pecs, abdomen, arms, up the legs.

As she was circling my inner thigh and my knee, I asked a question: "Aunt Ruth, my groins are still killin' me from that step exercise. Anything you can do for them?"

She nodded casually towards my crotch with an upward chin.

"Slide those off. Let me get in there."

Excuse me?

I remained obediently silent as I reached down and pulled my underwear up high over my raised feet. I got back into position and my penis was finally presented to my Aunt with clarity. She looked down and stared right at it.

She knew the business -- she took my underwear in one hand, and with that hand, bunched up my junk and pushed it out of her way. There was no skin-to-skin contact, but nonetheless, she was grabbing my shit. With the other hand, she kindly spread my leg, poured a teeny bit of oil directly onto my groin and down in my taint, and a moment later, rubbed it in very gingerly with the tips of three fingers. I counted one, two, three times she unknowingly budged the tips of her fingers into the side of my scrotum. I was nervous I was going into cum into my own bunched up underwear.

"That better? Feel like the tension is going away?" she asked, looking down at me.

I replied with eyes closed. "A little more, a little deeper."

She obeyed, and I let out a long, pleasurable moan. The oil was warming up my gooch like crouching over a candle.

She moved to the other side of the bed, holding my underwear in her hand as she circled around. My dick was becoming harder now, starting to bend upward, bobbing up and down as my aunt suddenly took her weight off of it.

She kneeled over the bed slightly, and pushed my junk away again. And again she circled lotion deep into the regions of my groin, pushing three fingertips with tremendous pressure into the area just left of my asshole.

"Aunt Ruth, you might be an accountant, but you have the hands of a magician." I exclaimed.

"Glad you like it." She said back with a smile.

She finished up massaging my lower region. She lightly tossed my underwear (now damp from oil) to the side and moved considerately down to my ankles for a nice finishing rub.

"Anywhere else hurt?" she asked.

"No, no." I said. "Everything feels wonderful."

My erection stood ramrod straight in the center of our conversation.

"I'll let you relax for a minute then it'll be my turn!" she announced and swiftly exited.

I relaxed dick up on my aunt's bed, letting the warm fever of the massage oil wash over me. I had no idea what this oil was called but I was now considering becoming a Wall Street investor just to make sure it stays on the market.

After about 5 minutes, Aunt Ruth came back in the room. Her fingertips met the hem of her shirt and moved upwards as she moved through the doorway and spoke. "Alright, scootch. My turn."

"Man, I could lay here forever." I replied.

"Well, I tell ya...it's good that Emmie is coming. She's better at the whole post-workout massage routine than I am. She was the one that started me on it."

She removed her shirt, exposing a white bikini top underneath.

"Yeah? That's great. Can't wait."

I got up from the bed, boner bobbing up and down as I moved.

"You had your groins, I have my upper arms and my glutes. Go hard on those if you can."

She slid off her shorts and her underwear in one go, standing bottomless now just inches away from me.

I saw her pussy lips stretch open for a moment as she spread her legs to get in position on the bed. She first laid on her back, legs spread ever just so.

I started the usual routine - shoulders, neck, abdomen, feet, up the legs repeat.

She spread her arms out and commanded me. "Rub that stuff hard into my upper arms. Those dumbbells eviscerated my muscles."

I tried my best. I rubbed oil in my hands and went in circles around the circumference of her upper arms and a tad into her arm pits. She made orgasm-like faces as I did this.

"Ohhhh, that's great, Andrew. That's so great." She said passionately.

I was still naked, as I had no desire to slip back into my moist underwear. My erection made a shadow over the skin on her waist.

"Ready to flip over?" I asked, looking down.

"Yes." She said.

She unhooked her bikini top, and like last time, carefully maneuvered an arm bra as she dropped it to the side of the bed and flipped over on her belly.

Now, both myself and Aunt Ruth were completely nude together. She laid on her front, presenting her naked backside to me, and I hovered above her, my jutting cock wagging in the air like a lone branch on an old tree.

I started on the routine -- shoulders, neck, down the back, legs and feet. The oil was almost empty.

"Aunt Ruth, this bottle is almost empty. How should I approach the glutes?" I asked.

"Mmm, just improvise. Use up the rest of it. It's okay. I'll get more tomorrow."

I pointed the bottle straight down at her ass and let it drip. She gasped upon contact. I then squirted the remainder of the bottle into my hands, rubbed them together and began.

I started simple. I grabbed her cheeks firmly, and moved them in circles. Then, I massaged with my fingertips in vertical lines, starting inside the crack and going to the waist, going in and out. My aunt had no objection to my fingertips in between her cheeks.

"That better? I hope I'm doing it right." I asked.

"Go lower." She answered. "Right where the cheeks meet the legs."

I looked at the area she was referring to. This would be a challenge. Her exposed pussy, peeking in through tiny pubic stubs, was right fucking there.

I rubbed my hands together. I dug into the fold between the cheeks and the legs with my knuckles, but it wasn't working. I couldn't get the angle right.

"Mind if I get on the bed to get a better angle?" I asked.

"Of course, not. Whatever works for you." Aunt Ruth answered.

Without my prompting her to do so, she spread her legs wider so I can sit beneath her. I sat on my knees, her legs making a V shape around me. My erection hung low, touching oily against her bed sheet.

I stretched my hands out, and dug my knuckles deep into my aunt's ass cheek unders. Almost immediately, she let out a long, loud moan, almost sexual in its volume and intensity.

She expressed her pleasure vocally. "Ohhhh my, Andrew. That's marvelous."

"Glad you like this method." I chuckled. "I just made it up."

She moaned again as I dug my knuckles deeper. I dug in deep for a few minutes, moving all along the perimeter.

"Anything else? Little bit of oil left and that's it." I asked.

"Get all in between the legs. Might as well while you're down there.

So I did. With the little bit oil I had left I rubbed in her inner thighs and groins like she had me, but it was difficult upside down. Her vagina sat center stage between by hands, looking right at me.

I suggested to her, "Turn over so I can get in the groin."

She wordlessly obeyed, swinging her legs around me. She kept her hands over her breasts to maintain a little bit of modesty, and yet her nicely groomed crotch sat inches away from me and my throbbing erection.

I used a bit of pressure rubbing my knuckles into her groins. The temptation to touch a fingertip, even a fingernail tip, just a millimeter against her pussy was unbearable. I wanted to. I had to. But I couldn't. Aunt Ruth's nudity had obviously come with a compromise. It was situational.

"Alright, that should do it." I said as I finished up with one swift sweep across her upper thigh into her inner crotch.

"Andrew, you could be a masseuse. I'm not kidding." She said happily.

I got off the bed, smiling, grabbing my underwear from the floor. "Thanks, Aunt Ruth."

Her body loosened, but her hand bra stayed in place.

She took and a breath in and out and grinned. "This was exactly what I needed before a long night of work. You're the best nephew ever."

Her loose hands still covered her breasts.

Like last time, I let her rest. I grabbed my oil-soaked underwear from the ground let her take a short beauty nap in her natural state.

Wednesday morning I awoke earlier than usual. No particular reason. It was just that my eyes opened naturally earlier than usual. Even though I wasn't working for the time being, it was nice to have maintained my sleep schedule and stay productive.

At around 6:30 I strolled downstairs to put on an early pot of coffee. Like it did all day yesterday evening, my mind was stuck on my aunt and I's new massaging session. After our session wrapped yesterday she put on pajamas and made work calls for a few hours while I watched Endgame in the living room, and even then, it never left my mind.

At about a quarter to 7 Aunt Ruth came downstairs in pink panties and an oversized green t-shirt.

"You're up before me? What is this?"

"I don't know." I said. "I just woke up. The coffee beans were compelling me."

"The always do don't they?"

She helped herself to a small cup.

"Emmie's coming today right?" I asked.

"Far as I know. I'm gonna text her later." She replied.

"What time, do you think?"

"She usually shows up in the afternoon. Around 2 or 3. But like I said, I'll text her in a bit."

"I'm looking forward to seeing her. What's the routine today?"

"Standard."

"Standard? What does that mean?"

"Standard routine. Nothing exuberant. You'll see."

15 minutes or so later we both came into the living room. All I had to was take my shirt and boxers off and I was ready to go, flaccid swinging in the warm air. My aunt went upstairs momentarily and came back down bottomless, with a plain black workout top.

Standard meant standard. It was nonspecial routine of push-ups, crunches, squats, occasional dumbbell lefts and a little inclusion of the exercise ball. I managed to restrain and stayed flaccid through our entire session.

I was waiting naked with my towel by the hall for my aunt to finish her shower, when suddenly, from far down the other end of the house, I heard a door opening.

"Mom? Hello?!"

Oh shit. It was Emmie.

In an instant, I wrapped my towel around my waist the best that I could.

"Hello?"

Emmie's voice grew louder, and moments later I saw her to my right, proceeding down the hallway wheeling a small pink bag of luggage behind her. She wore a highly decorated, bright pink and purple high waisted romper with frills along many of the edges. Very girly. Her long, straightened dirty blonde hair was tied back in thin ponytail.

She saw me. "Andrew, hi!!!"

She came running toward me and gave me a hug, and despite my state of undress, her warm fingers folded on the skin of my back.

She had just turned 18 not even a couple months ago, but as far I was concerned, she still maintained all of her young, girlish look. Her frame was thin, she was shorter than myself by quite a bit, but her face was full, and since the last time I saw her a few months ago, her hair had grown down to almost the bottom of her back.

"Sorry about my being in a towel and what not. I'm, uh, waiting for your mom to get out of the shower." I explained.

She laughed. "Ha ha, I understand. I used to do the same thing."

In spite of my awkward undressed nature we stood and chatted for several minutes, catching up. She told me of all the colleges she had applied to. I encouraged her to get into all of them, smiling with her.

My aunt came out of the shower wrapped in her towel with an excited yelp. "Hi, sweetie!!!" and they both hugged just as she had me moments ago, except Aunt Ruth was dripping wet. "Uh, give me a minute to get dressed and we'll go to lunch. Andrew, can you shower quick?"

"Sure!" I obliged.

I guess this meant no massages today.

We went to lunch at the local Five Guys. I personally hate their food -- soggy burgers and over-peppered fries -- but I was outnumbered. When we got back to the house it was an afternoon of catching up and trading gossip as usual before Aunt Ruth had to start working.

Emmie and I receded to my room to hang out while she worked. She had changed into more casual attire now -- pajama bottoms and a purple tank top. It was clearly she wasn't wearing a bra, but given how ultimately small her tits were, I assumed she probably never wore one. From afar she would look flat-chested, but up close you can see the little handfuls; small, cute little snowballs on a curvy thin frame.

She told me all about how much fun she had at her 18th birthday party, which I was regretful that I wasn't able to attend, and she talked about a couple weekends ago, when her and her friends went down to her friend's fathers beach villa for the weekend. She took out her phone to show me some pics.

She scrolled until she came to a group shot of her and all her 5 other friends all in bikinis under the dock. They were all hot, all nice to look at -- one of them had breasts larger than my aunt's -- but of course, I was drawn to looking at Emmie. In multiple pics she wore a bright green and white 2-piece, a plain white, very small bottom with a green/white strapless tube top. If she put her finger over the screen she would have looked naked. It was the most I'd ever seen of my little cousin.

"Looks like a great time." I simply said.

I continued through our conversation semi-aroused. I explained all the stuff her aunt and I had been up to, which of course, included the workouts.

"She's been killing me with the workouts recently." I said.

"Oh my god. You've been joining her workout sessions? That's so great, Andrew!" Emmie said back.

"Yeah. I was hesitant at first because I've never really been that limber but she's really gotten me into it over the last week or so."

"I miss the workouts. She'll probably tell you she started it but I was the one that got her into it. I used to workout every morning before cheer on the weekends and it just started the whole thing. Even dad got into it sometimes when he was awake enough."

"And the massages after was you too?"

"Yes!! Aren't those fantastic?"

"I love them. Helps relieve so much stress after all that movement."

The conversation, and the night, ran on. Around 11 we all headed to bed, Emmie staying in the room next to mine.

Thursday.

I woke up promptly at a quarter to 7. When I pulled my boxers on and went downstairs for coffee prep, Emmie and Aunt Ruth had already beat me to it. Aunt Ruth stood in women's boxers and her baggy Metallica shirt, and Emmie appeared to be wearing nothing except a long white t-shirt. When she crouched and jumped to reach the cabinet I saw her tiny black booty shorts underneath, but when she was stationary the bottom of the shirt cut off just below the crotch.

"Are you joining us for today's workout today, Andrew?" Emmie asked.

"Why, of course." I answered.

"Emmie gets to chose the music this time she's the guest." Aunt Ruth budded in. "Sorry, I don't make the rules."

I laughed. "Haha, okay."

About 20 minutes later my aunt was setting up in the living room. I emerged from the restroom to find her crouched over the stereo, turning it on, in her now-typical workout attire of just a jog bra. She appears to have freshly trimmed her pubic square, as I noticed that I looked more rectangular and upward shaped than just yesterday.

"What's torturous routine do you have cooked up today?" I asked.

"Oh, stop." She answered. "Nothing new. You've done all my routines already."

"Hey, where's..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Emmie came into the room through the hallway, skipping right past me to the stereo to hook up her phone.

I had to blink twice, pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Emmie, out of nowhere, was completely naked head to toe.

As she turned around towards after setting the music, I saw everything at once. Her little pink nipples sat upon little puffs of skin on her skinny, flat frame. Her pussy, unlike her mother's, was completely bare. There wasn't a single hair to be found and the lips were clear as day. Emmie was totally nude, and nonchalant about it, and I couldn't stop staring. She didn't even utter a peep about it.

As Aunt Ruth cracked the windows I remembered how hot it would be, and as soon Emmie took position between her mother and I, I slid my boxers down and off.

Emmie and I were completely naked just feet apart. Whenever she did a quick turn, her slowly dampening hair would brush me.

I had developed a throbbing, veiny hard-on. The sudden sight of my younger cousin Emmie's vaginal lips opening and closing as she did the exercises had turned my timid flapper into a petrified branch. When it came time for her bend over backwards over the exercise ball, she introduced a technique in which she balanced her back on the ball, supported her arms on the floor, and lifted legs in the air and spread them, the goal being to see how far you can stretch. She did the right in front of me as I waited my turn, and my dick remained rock as I watched her vaginal opening quickly spread open and stay that way. At the same time, her tiny tits became horizontal, and almost looked flat against her bony chest.

"Want to me push?" Aunt Ruth offered to her.

"Yes please." Emmie answered upside down.

Aunt Ruth approached her naked daughter on the big ball and stood at her legs. Suddenly she braced them with her hands and appeared to push downward at her ankles.

"What is that?" I asked.

Aunt Ruth answered. "Force against force. Build up your knee and shin muscles. I push you against you and you try to push me away."

Aunt Ruth and Emmie continued this exercise for about a minute until it was my aunt's turn.

She did the regular ball workouts and then got into position and spread her legs in the same way as Emmie.

"Andrew, can you push for me?" she asked, glancing over at me and my erection.

I approached her exposed crotch. "What do I do?"

"Just grab my ankles and push them as far apart as you can and I'll push back against your push."

"Okay, I think I get it."

As I got into position and spread my arms to grab my aunt by the ankles, my vein-enveloped log pointed directly at her. If I were to crouch even just a little bit, my nutsack would rub against the bottom of her cunt.

We held this position for about 90 seconds. "Oof, Emmie, your mom might might be getting to old for this exercise." Aunt Ruth said through a held breath.

Emmie laughed. "Come on, you can do it! Don't tell me you've been slackin' just 'cause I wasn't here."

Aunt Ruth grunted as she got off the ball and stepped to the side, which meant it was my turn. As I looked down at it, I noticed it was covered in a film of a sweat. This was all the more welcoming.

Before I finished the regular routine on the exercise ball, my Aunt asks suddenly "Do you want me to help you spread?"

"I don't know." I said. "How do I do it?"

Emmie answered for her. "Put your lower back against the top of the ball and support your weight with your hands." She came over to me to help me adjust my hands on the floor.

"Now just spread?" I asked as I spread. My feet flew in opposite directions as my dick pointed up and back, and the underside of my ballsack was on display first and foremost. Even my taint and the bottom of my crack had met the air.

"Yes, here. Now push against me like I did to you." said Aunt Ruth, glistening with sweat.

She took position at my legs and grasps my ankles. When pushed them apart she moved her whole torso down, and in an instant, the head of my head pressed against her breasts. Her breasts were still covered by her workout top, which had become damp from sweat, but nevertheless I was poking into her right tit.

If she noticed, she didn't care.

"That feels good?" she asked.

"God, that is a stretch! I'm gonna pull my groins out doing this." I answered.

She laughed. "It's great. Emmie showed me this and it's super effective.

We held the hold for about 80 seconds, and the entire, even as my aunt looked at me and silence, the tip of my cock pushed deeply against her tit flesh through her top.

I almost fell off the ball backwards when I slipped out of position. After this, we did a couple more pushup/crunches/jogging routines before we called it a morning.

Aunt Ruth showered first. While she showered, my cousin and I, both sweaty and waiting together, stood naked against the kitchen counter. My was dick was rock hard, and it seemed to bob toward her.

"I'm so glad my mom's gotten into the you exercise routine. Those used to part of my daily schedule." Emmie said.

"Yeah, they've pretty much become part of mine. I actually really look forward to it now." I replied. "Who made the discovery that working out in the nude is better for you?"

"It's not a discovery." She shrugged. "It's just a fact. I always worked out in the nude in my room by myself. When mom decided to join me she just went with it. I don't know know about her but I refuse to work out any other way, no matter where I am."

Minutes later my aunt exited the shower. On her way out she said, "Hey, I'm gonna go the store after I dressed for some groceries. I'll pick up some more massage oil!"

Emmie showered next, then I. During my shower my mind was stuck on my little cousin's naked, hairless body, and about how instantly she presented it to me as a formality. She had also seen my erect dick, pointing and hard as it ever has, pressing up against her mother's fleshy funbags.

When I emerged from the shower, Aunt Ruth was nowhere in sight, so I assumed she was at the store. I threw on some basketball shorts and a basic sleeveless tee and met Emmie in the kitchen -- she wore pink shorts with a matching pink spaghetti strap top as she poured herself a bowl of cereal.

"I don't know how you're not keeling over in pain after that." I said walking in the kitchen. "When Aunt Ruth did that routine last week I almost died. This time it feels like my legs are about to fall off. "

She replied, chewing her breakfast. "The exercise ball can be brutal, for sure. What other routines have you guys been doing?"

"A whole bunch. I can't even remember all of them. If my memory is correct, tomorrow is Friday, which means it's yoga day."

"Same old schedule as always!"

"That's gonna kill me...I can already tell."

About a half hour later Aunt Ruth came home from the store with some more massage oil among other groceries, which Emmie and I helped put away.

As we finished up, I asked "With three of us here, who gets massaged first?"

"I'm technically the guest, so I do!" Emmie butted in, with which I couldn't argue.

Minutes later the 3 of us were entering my aunt's bedroom. She had put a new cover on her bed, a fluffier one than before.

"Get on the bed, girlie." Aunt Ruth commanded her daughter as she brought out the rubber massage mat from her closet.

Emmie stripped naked in a matter of seconds. Evidently, she wasn't wearing any underwear, and taking off her top, followed by her tiny shorts, took her only a breath's length.

"Have we been doing full service massages or just quick ones?" Emmie asked getting into position on the bed.

"Oh, just quick ones. I haven't done a full service in so long I don't remember the techniques." Aunt Ruth said shaking up the bottle of oil.

"Oh come on, mom, you remember."

"Honestly, no! I really don't! You have to show me again."

Emmie turned toward me. "Alright, you're going first, Andrew. My mom's brain is elderly and she has to be reminded of stuff."

I laughed an "Okay." and stripped down to nothing. I was flaccid, but as soon as my dick hit the cold air in the room, I felt the beginning of growth.

I switched places with Emmie, laying down naked on the bed, Emmie standing at my feet shaking up the bottle.

"Turn over. We'll do the back first." She said.

I did, and within seconds she was rubbing oil on her hands, which then went onto my back and shoulders.

"So what's the difference between regular massages and full service?" I asked.

My naked cousin sat on her knees between my spread legs as she semi-answered the question. "Full service is a regular massage except you finish at the end. Before I forget, Mom, bring me a paper towel."

"Finish?"

Aunt Ruth quickly waltzed into the bathroom attached to her bedroom and grabbed two folded sheets of paper towels.

"Finish." Emmie said. "Like you do when you do it to yourself. I'll explain it more when we get to your front."

Aunt Ruth patiently stood by the side of the bed and observed her daughter's massaging techniques. She had used ones Aunt Ruth hadn't used -- she dug her knuckles deep into my spin, pushed down hard on my clavicles from behind, and when it came to my buttocks, she spread the cheeks apart and pushed them down while moving them in circles, something which felt surprisingly relieving. Then she moved down my legs, subsequently to my feet and so forth.

"Turn over." Emmie commanded me.

I turned over and my cement-hard dick was front and center, not far from her face as she crouched on the bed.

She knew the routine -- shoulders, chest, abdomen, arms, and legs. Now, she moved into the groins.

"Cousin, you know those legs stretches killed me in the groins." I said.

"They're supposed to! They hurt, but they're great for you." She answered as she rubbed lotion into my groin. The side of my shaft bumped up against her wrist. She relieved my groins for several minutes until the warmness of the oil overwhelmed them.

"So finish now, right?" Aunt Ruth asked, quietly observing.

Emmie smiled. "Yes. So, Andrew. Answer this honestly. How many times a day do you orgasm?"

I had to take a moment to process what my little cousin just asked me.

"Uh. Not every day. Maybe once every couple of days." I answered honestly as she continued circling her thumbs gently in my groins and my inner thighs.

"I don't know what your philosophy is, but I believe it's very important for your health to orgasm at least once every day."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm. It helps you sleep better, you'll feel more confidence during the day, and it alleviates stress, both mental and physical."

Aunt Ruth butted in. "So what are the techniques again in this comtext?"

"There are three that I use to get to the finish quickly, but the main one is this..." Emmie said.

Then, as I looked up, without warning, my cousin placed her right hand around my cock and moved her slightly open mouth just below my nuts, right above my ass crack. She was giving me a rim job.

My head tilted backwards in pleasure, and also in disbelief. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I saw my little cousin Emmie, who I had known since she was in kindergarten, rimming me with passion while jerking me off, and her mother, standing fully clothed amongst the nudity, watching like newly hired trainee, hand placed curiously on her chin.

"Okay, I remember that." Aunt Ruth said.

"That's the first. Then the second one is..." Emmie said before sticking her tongue ever so gently at the base of my shaft, moving her tongue in every left and right. With that, she took her pointer and her thumb and quickly jerked me again, but this time just the tip.

"Okay. I remember that one too." Aunt Ruth said. "And then the third one was the..."

Emmie interrupted. "The third is only for when you need speed things up a little and it's just a..."

This part was unbelievable. Suddenly, Emmie's whole mouth enveloped my hard cock -- a good old fashioned deep throat -- and underneath, her left hand, still soaked with warm oil, massaged my balls.

Quickly, she stopped and looked up at me, grabbing my dick to make it still.

"Andrew, which finishing technique do you like the most?"

"Well, I kinda like the third one but you said it's only for when..." I started.

"No, the third one is fine if you want it! It's all about preference. As long we complete the massage to its fullest is all that matters, ya know?" she interjected.

My cousin Emmie deepthroated me and massaged my balls for several minutes. Aunt Ruth stood there and watched, never looking at me, only at my crotch filling her daughters face as my breathing and moaning grew audibly louder.

"Let me you know you're about to finish, okay, cousin?" Emmie said briefly taking me out of her mouth.

"Very soon." I replied underneath a moan.

My cousin sped up the process jerking me off at the base while she sucked off the rest, still squeezing and smothering my balls with oil. She even bobbed her head up and down and it made a slurping noise.

"Cousin...I'm gonna c-cum..." I started.

She immediately took her mouth off of my shaft and grabbed the paper towel next to me. She covered my tip with the paper towel, and suddenly, with her right hand instead, pressed with her thumb directly in the center of my sack in a way that shot all my spunk through my shaft like water through a hose, and I immediately came buckets into the 2 thin sheets she had wrapped around my penis head.

My eyes shut, my head pushed back into the mattress and legs twitched as I ejaculated into the paper towels in my cousin's hand. I had nothing to hide, so I let out a loud, from-the-gut moan, to which my cousin and aunt smiled and laughed.

"Feels so good after all that muscle work, right?" Emmie asked me as I shot my final squirts.

"Oh my god, yes." I replied. "That's wonderful!"

Emmie folded up the paper towels so the cum was inside, and with the other side, wiped up the remnants of spunk from my dick. She took into the bathroom, where she flushed it down the toilet and very quickly washed her hands.

"Mom, you're next!" she shouted over the sink. "So we can show Andrew the techniques."

Aunt Ruth smiled and looked down at me. "Alright, nephew. Up!"

I promptly got off the bed. "So, how does the 'full treatment' work for women?"

Emmie stopped the sink, dried her hands and came back into the room. "Basically the same, just different methods. Why don't you show me the massages you've been usually doing and then when we get to the end I'll show you the finishers."

"Works for me." I said.

Meanwhile, Aunt Ruth was undressing inches away from me. She promptly took off her shirt, revealing a familiar black bra underneath, and then she slid her shorts and underwear off at the same time.

She kicked her clothes to the side before laying face down on the bed. Now, she unclasped her bra and laid it on the night stand gently beside her, and once again, Aunt Ruth was 100% nude before me, even though I had not yet seen everything.

I picked up the oil from the floor and got to work rubbing it into my hands as my tired erection slowly turned back to semi, even though I was still aroused on a level for which the English language has no fitting adjectives.

Emmie, still naked, watched silently from the side of the bed just as her mother did a few minutes ago. I started as I usually do with the shoulders, across the back, down the spine, and around the waist. Slowly, then, I moved as I do the feet and legs. I applied my previous technique to my aunt's ass -- starting with massaging in circles, then moving my fingertips vertically up and down, in the crack, and per her request again, digging my knuckles into the undersides of the cheeks.

Aunt Ruth moaned. "Ugh, Andrew, you are very good at that."

"Good, that means I'm getting better. Ready to flip over?" I asked in reply.

Without speaking she reached for her bra on the nights stand, and employed a familiar arm bra as she flipped over, then gingerly laid it across her bare chest when she was situated. When she was flipping, there was instant -- just an instant -- where I swore I could have saw her nipples -- but the moment was fleeting; I wouldn't remember it, and her familiar bra blocked the way now.

Once again, I implored the usual routine -- shoulders, arms, chest/tops of the breasts, abdomen , thighs, shins, feet. I dug into her groins as I did last time, staring at her cunt just inches away from my lips as I finished the rounds.

"Are you ready to see the finishing techniques?" Emmie asked, watching me rub the skin just millimeters away from the womb from which she was birthed.

"Do we still have the buzzer?" Aunt Ruth blurted out from below.

"Yes, we should!" Emmie said. Quickly, she exited, went into her bedroom, and came back moments later with "the buzzer" -- a smooth looking sparkly purple vibrator with long, dulled edges.

It appeared that Emmie was to take the wheel now, as so I got off the bed and stepped to the side.

"So..." Emmie continued. "I'm gonna show you the finished techniques on my mom, and then she can do my massage, but you can finish. Does that work?"

"Sounds good to me, cousin." I said affirmatively.

"Okay, so..." Emmie started. "...while there was only really a few techniques for men there are many, many, many for women. I'm gonna show you to 4 that I think are the most effective. Mom, can you scoot to the edge?"

Aunt Ruth silently obeyed, wiggling herself and scooting her oily ass just off the edge of the bed.

"First one is similar to one of the male techniques, and it goes like..." Emmie said, then she did the same to her mother that she did to me. She placed her open mouth on the space between the bottom of the vagina and the asscrack and sucked while she implored slow, finger-deep strokes of the vaginal lips with two spread fingers. Aunt Ruth's breath became audible.

Despite just cumming a few minutes ago, I grew hard again watching the educational demonstration.

"The second is technically one we can do ourselves...usually works great...but of course this is post-work-out release so that defeats the point." Emmie said as she showed me technique #2. It consisted of rubbing the clitoris rapidly side to side, so much so that the lips jiggled.

"That works?" I asked.

"If you do it for a long time, yes. Mom, do you remember the backwards position for the others?" Emmie replied to all in the room.

"I think so!" Aunt Ruth said. Then, she suddenly flipped over and presented the spread of her pussy to us by getting all fours on the bed, backside toward her daughter.

"The third technique is a little complicated so don't expect to master it right away..." Emmie explained. She put her open mouth against her mom's pussy and opened and closed her lips. Meanwhile, she took her right hand and rubbed the top of her clit from underneath in a circular motion with the tips of 3 fingers.

My aunt began to moan, and when I looked over at her, I noticed that her top had fallen off onto the bed in front her. I still couldn't see the nipples, as her breasts were leaning against the fabric of the bed, but nevertheless, they were exposed at last.

This technique continued for about 2 minutes, and steadily, my aunt's moaning and breathing grew louder and more abrasive. I saw her hands clench around the sheets underneath them.

Emmie's lecture moved on. "Now, I can tell she's getting close to finishing so I'm gonna move onto the buzzer with the fourth technique." Emmie stopped the oral and the rubbing, turned the "buzzer" on and shoved it slowly into her mother's vagina. "Now, because she's in this position, it's easier for me to rub slowly along the walls of the inside."

It was at this time that a bit of pre-cum had emerged from my tip once again, despite sporting an exhausted semi. I shook my dick around a little bit to get rid of it, but I was concerned it would come again.

Aunt Ruth's moaning was loudest of all this time as Emmie knew all the patterns, and all the ways to move her hand to bring her mother the most pleasure possible. She grabbed the sheets harder, and her legs twitched.

"Emmie...be careful..." Aunt Ruth said.

Emmie looked at my and chuckled. "She's really sensitive. Watch."

She continued and Aunt Ruth's body to convulse. Emmie started moving the buzzer in and out at a slightly tilted angle.

Aunt Ruth moaned again. "Emmie...don't do that...you know what that-...uuuuuggghhhh...."

"Here it comes!" Emmie announced.

"Emmie...please...you can't.....UUUUGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Before she could finish her remark, Aunt Ruth started to squirt viciously. It started out of nowhere, squirting out like the world's most powerful wide-faucet sink. Total Niagra. She screamed involuntarily as her squirt immediately soaked her daughter's hand and the bedsheets below.

As her breath came back to her, she scolded her daughter. "Emmie, don't do that! Remember I told you not to do that last time!"

Emmie laughed, glancing over at me for a moment. "Come on, mom, it's all good fun!"

"Emmie, that's too far!" Aunt Ruth said as she turned her torso and looked at me. Finally, after waitings eons, my Aunt Ruth's breasts were visible to me, even if obscured by darkness. To my surprise, she had a little heart tattoo floating just left above her right nipple. The room was dim, and our shadows were harsh, but I saw enough of them to make them out. Her areolas were darker than the rest of her skin, a beautiful brownish hue, and nipples perfectly centered. They were every man's idea of a perfect pair. "Andrew, I'm sorry you had to see that!" she said to me.

I laughed a nervous laugh. "It's alright, Aunt Ruth. I know it was an accident."

She promptly rolled off the bed from the opposing side and waltzed into the bathroom. "I have to clean myself up. Emmie, you're gonna wash those sheets later! Here...put this down for now."

She threw a towel across the room and Emmie caught it, laying it down on the bed over her mother's squirt.

Emmie threw her mom's used bra off the bed, got into position on the bed face down and I waited, watching. I half observed Aunt Ruth wiping her crotch and inner thighs down with toilet paper and flushing it. She turned the light off in the bathroom, and her tits were much harder to see as she came out and approached her dresser right next to the door. I stared at her backside as she quickly put on a new, perfectly fitting white bikini.

"I'm gonna lay out by the pool. I'll work later. Come out if you want." She said.