"I wasn't, but I just can't stand to see Steve struggle. I have some time off work coming to me. I am going to teach him how to dance."
Christine searched the internet for some dance lessons in the town where Darlene and Steve lived. She found a week long class for Ballroom, two hours a night for a week. "Good, lots of opportunity to teach Steve to hold a women in his arms," she thought. She booked them into the dance class, and booked a flight.
A few days later Christine arrived at Darlene's house, it was a Saturday, late afternoon. The class was scheduled to begin Monday evening.
"Steve, your Aunt Christine is here," Darlene yelled up the stairs to Steve who was in his bedroom. He had just begun to jerk off when his mother yelled. He was both happy Aunt Christine was here, and frustrated he couldn't finish masturbating. He quickly put on some gym shorts and a tee shirt and headed down stairs.
His cock had deflated when his mother yelled out to him, but it still had some girth left in it as he came into the family room where his mother and Aunt Christine were standing around talking.
Christine came up to Steve and gave him a full body hug, something he hadn't quite figured on. She smashed her 34D breasts into Steve and gently ground her pelvis into his feeling his half-mast cock and smiled. Christine was tall; she was 5'9" with long legs. Her pelvis was about the same height as Steve's, so when she pushed hers into his, her pussy felt his cock through their cloths. Christine was surprised at how turned on that made her. She brushed it aside in her mind though; Steve was her nephew after all.
Steve blushed a little from his aunt's embrace, knowing his cock was not completely flaccid when his aunt hugged him, and that just a few minutes ago he was masturbating to mental images of his Aunt Christine.
Christine sensed his uneasiness and released her hug and turned away from Steve to reengage with Darlene. She saw Darlene leaving the family room and heading to the kitchen, she followed.
As she walked out of the room, Steve couldn't help but notice her long sexy bare legs striding below her short summer backless dress, her long flowing auburn hair bouncing off her shoulders. His eyes came to a rest on her ass as she made the last few strides out of the room. She had the kind of ass men go to war over. Each ass cheek, soft, yet firm, round, but with hint egg shape, her round globes sashayed as she walked. Steve's cock perked up as he imaged her naked ass under that dress.
As Christine left the room, Steve stayed behind for a moment; he felt flustered and wanted to give his cock a chance to deflate a little. As he stared out the family room window he couldn't help but think about how beautiful his aunt was; her blue eyes had a touch of green in them, which played nicely off her slightly freckled face. Her skin was milky smooth. She looked a good ten years younger than she was. He wished for a girlfriend exactly like Aunt Christine, he wished Aunt Christine was his girlfriend; oh how he wanted so badly to fuck her. Snap out of it, he told himself, she is your aunt.
Steve finally joined the two ladies in the kitchen, they were talking softly and stopped when he entered the room, he wondered just what, about him, they were going on about. An awkward moment of silence, then: "I got some food to grill outside by the pool. I'll make some drinks, get your suits on, let's go for a swim and hang out by the pool, too nice a day to stay inside." his mother said. "Help your Aunt with her luggage; she is in the guest room next to yours."
Steve grabbed his Aunts luggage and went back up stairs. As he climbed the stairs he was thinking again of his aunt. He thought back to that hug Aunt Christine gave him in the family room, when she pressed her pussy into his groin, as he climbed the stairs his erection came back to life. Aunt Christine was ascending the stairs right behind him and followed him into the guest room where he deposited her luggage. As he turned to leave, his face reddened with embarrassment as his shorts tented out from his erection. Aunt Christine saw his erection poking at his shorts and widened her eyes and took a deep breath. "I guess you're happy to see me," she said with a smile.
Aunt Christine was the only female Steve felt comfortable talking to; they would spend hours talking sometimes. Christine was always trying to open Steve up, he being so shy. She was openly bisexual and Steve would ask her questions about her sexuality. She was pretty blunt when she talked to Steve, telling him a lot of personal details about her sex life. She was hoping he would see, if she could be so brave he could too. Her sexual openness had not quite overcome his shyness yet, and he walked out of the room beet red.
Steve wanted to beat off bad when he got back to his room, but he didn't dare. If he had lingered in his room, Aunt Christine would know what he was doing. He quickly changed into his swimming trucks and willed his erection flaccid. He went out to the pool and dove in the cool water did the job in shrinking any remaining hardness in his cock.
Darlene came out in a one piece bathing suit, nothing sexy; she carried some lemonade and glasses.
Christine came to the pool in a very sexy white string bikini. Darlene just gave her that look she always gave her when Christine went over the top. Steve saw what his Aunt Christine was wearing and he immediately felt sexually charged, his cock came up even in the cool water. As pleased as he was to see so much of his Aunt, at the same time, he was thinking, "OMG, now I'll have to stay under water, I'll never get out of the pool.
Christine dove into the pool and swam over to Steve, whom at this time was just hanging out by the side. She bumped into him on purpose and then stood next to him making conversation. Steve could not help but look at her hot body in a skimpy bikini, right next to him. His eyes gazed at her breasts struggling to be contained in the top. The white material, now wet, revealed even more. He didn't want to be rude, but he just had to swim away. He made like he wanted to swim, when really he just wanted to go up to his room and masturbate. He did a few laps while his mother joined Christine in the pool. He saw this as his shot; he climbed out the other end of the pool and disappeared into the house. His orgasm was quick and fierce; it took his breath away as he lay on his bed, still wet from the pool, too spent to move. He eventually returned to the pool and helped grill some food. The rest of the evening was uneventful; mostly the two sisters chatted and caught up with each other's lives.
The next morning Steve came down to the kitchen for breakfast. Christine and Darlene were already enjoying coffee and chatting. Steve was wearing cotton gym shorts and a tee shirt. Christine was looking like her sexy self in a loose fitting, but low cut cotton top with no bra. The top was short and revealed her midriff. Her pajama bottoms were of a silky material that hugged her buns like they were painted on. She got up to greet Steve and hugged him good morning, as she leaned forward Steve could see completely down her top.
"Come on, I'll show you some steps." Christine said grabbing Steve's hand and pulling him into the family room. Steve stumbled in after her.
"You hold a women like this when dancing Steve," she was demonstrating. "Here, put your left hand in the small of my back, and take my left hand in your right hand and hold it up about shoulder level."
Steve put his left hand on her back and felt her skin; her top was short and rode up when she stood erect. He took her left hand in his right hand and held it as she instructed. She showed him some steps, and as she did, she purposely brushed her body against his, she felt the swell in his loins.
She thought back to yesterday when Steve had a tent in his pants after helping her with her luggage. "There is nothing wrong with masturbating Steve" she said, "I do it myself all the time. Your cousin Jody does it too, I taught her to be open with her body and her sexuality."
Steve was feeling embarrassed again and flushed red.
"Steve, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Your body is a wonderful thing, it's here for you to enjoy. Everyone masturbates. Did you masturbate when you went in from the pool yesterday? You were gone a while" she said smiling at him.
"I can't talk to you about this," Steve said, "You're my Aunt."
"It's ok dear. If it helps, I masturbated last night myself."
"You did?" Steve stammered.
"Yes, after I retired to my room for the night, I lay there and masturbated for at least an hour before falling to sleep. I must have had seven orgasms. I masturbate every night, unless I'm making love to someone."
Steve finally felt brave enough to admit he rubbed one out after he came in from the pool. She hugged him for his honesty and gave him a kiss on his cheek at the same time squeezed his ass and laughed.
