Part 1
My name is Tommy. Our family tree is a complicated one.
The two moms met at a fertility clinic. At first, they chatted while in the waiting room before going for coffee and chatting some more. They learned that they were in the same boat, getting the lowdown on hopes of becoming pregnant. On one teary day, they both learned that having a baby the traditional way was just not possible for them. They became each other's support group, talking on the phone, sometimes crying and other times laughing in despair. The husbands later met at one's barbeque and instantly clicked, as well. Soon they were going on vacation together and spending Christmas holidays at one of their houses. Being only an hour apart made everything that much easier.
My 'Aunt' Jill and 'Uncle' Bob already had a son named Joey from Bob's first marriage but Jill wanted more kids, so the diagnosis from the fertility clinic was devastating for her. Within a few years, they suffered the long wait list at the adoption agency before they were able to bring baby Jeanine home. Now, they had a son from Bob and a daughter from the agency.
For my own mother, April, it was a deeply sad period. Bob and Jill now had two beautiful kids but my mom and dad remained childless. Many phone calls between the two families usually were effusive on one end and sad on the other. At the barbeques together, Bob and Jill brought their older son along with baby Jeanine and, while happy for them, my mom was green with envy. Eventually, my parents finally got a call from an adoption agency themselves bringing me, Tommy, into the family. I was a couple of years old when they got me but Mom still pined for a baby. The agency advised them that babies were popular with prospective parents and there was a long wait list. It was suggested that if my parents were willing, refugee babies from war zones were easier to adopt. Mom and Dad jumped at the chance and within months they brought home my sister, who they renamed her Alice.
Barbeques and Christmases were now happier, with both couples raising two-kid families. Bob and Jill now had Bob's son, Joey, along with young Jeanine. My folks had me and Alice and all was right with the world. The two families became closer than ever. It wasn't until I was 12 years old that I learned that Bob and Jill were not my real 'uncle' and 'aunt'.
My 'cousin' Joey was a few years older and was like a god to me. Since we both spent so much time together, Joey led me through through many rites of teenagers and was much more adventuresome than I. He was not beyond bending rules, which offset my shy side. If I got into any trouble, it was usually due to his antics.
Bliss never lasts forever and one day, both of our dads died in a traffic accident while on a hunting trip. What a shock it was to Auntie Jill and my mom, April. Each were the mother of a son and a daughter. Us kids were all teenagers at the time, and though my mom received a generous life insurance settlement, Auntie Jill was not so lucky. She was forced to move a couple of hours further away for a job. Get-togethers between the families became less frequent. The first Christmas that we all got together was just plain depressing and we skipped the next Christmas altogether.
With his father being dead, Joey had been acting out and got into a bit of trouble with a bad crowd. At Auntie Jill's suggestion, he left home for an extended stay in Japan. For me, it was a hard blow losing both of my male mentors. After I graduated high school, I escaped to a university out of state and didn't get home at all for awhile. Our once close 'family' was shattering.
After my sister Alice graduated, mom was worried that she'd soon leave too, so decided to take drastic action. She used some of the inheritance money to book a week long houseboat trip, informing us boys who lived away that we were expected to attend, no excuses. It sounded like a great adventure to me. Joey and I had kept in touch online, and when I found out that he was coming home from Japan for our houseboating, I informed my mother, as well. The two families were going to be wholly together for the first time since the depressing Christmas a year and a half earlier.
I texted Joey that I'd pick him up from the airport and we'd drive up together to meet everyone else on the dock. He was hardly recognizable to me. He'd grown a moustache and had his hair as long as a rock star. He told me exciting stories of Japan that were frankly hard to believe, while I told him of my boring stories about university. Being overly shy, I hadn't even gotten laid there, which was unbelievable to a guy with Joey's charisma and a penchant for the ladies.
"Don't worry about that, Tommy. I got your back," he said cryptically. "That virginity of yours is going to end very soon, and in a way that you'll never forget." What he meant by that, I certainly did not know. Surely he didn't mean what he was insinuating. But he'd been like a brotherly mentor growing up and had never misled me, so I let the comment slide.
As we walked up the dock, we spotted our mothers who literally ran into our arms, kissing us both a hundred times. While I found it a bit embarrassing, it was not so with Joey. He lifted both Auntie Jill and my mom into the air, kissed them both on the neck, then tossed them in the lake. They were both fully clothed, spluttering while threatening revenge. As Auntie Jill came out of the water, my eyes couldn't have been wider. Her wet clothes were as tight and see-through as if they'd been painted on. White was definitely the best colour for Summer. The cold water displayed their her nipples dramatically and I had trouble looking her in the eye. To a horny teenage boy, it was awesome. Auntie Jill's nipples were eye magnets, longer than I'd ever seen, even in porn.
The two moms had always been like opposites in the past. For me, this wasn't the first time Auntie Jill's tiny body had been a revelation to me. I'd always had a crush on her as a teenager, ever since she caught me checking her out at our swimming pool. She had curly, fiery red hair, and had seen me staring at the crotch of her swimsuit. Was that what I think it was? Busted, she winked at me as she briefly parted her legs wide for me, revealing pubic hair peeking out of her bikini bottoms. The carpet definitely matched the drapes. Ever since then, she been the star of my spank bank. But, to see her soaked on the dock, revealing her large bra-less breasts clinging to her as if she was naked, well, took me to a whole new level. Her white sleeveless sheer blouse left nothing to the imagination. I admit I was staring as she winked at me once again, just like when she'd purposely shown me her bright red pubic hair back at our pool. Her pink nipples were as hard as diamonds due to the cold water and, I swear, stuck out at least a half inch. Through her oversized arm holes, the swell of her side boobs instantly made me hard. My spank bank now had another deposit.
