Continued from Summer Vacation-2, where brother and sister find that their cousin also likes to play, with both of them.
https://literotica.com/beta/s/traditions-summer-vacation-pt-02
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It was barely light when I got up. Just a bit before 5:00 AM, light enough to see but still close to half an hour before sunup. I pulled my shorts and shoes on and went back out to the barn. I hadn't slept well all night, dreams of pleasuring Mary and Andrea both, and especially fucking Mary. I had tossed and turned, constantly coming back to an image of my uncle and father walking in from outside holding my boxer shorts.
I climbed the loft, and although it was getting light outside, I could barely see inside. At first nothing was visible except for straw and the blanket. I stopped and closed my eyes, and visualized, remembered flipping my shoes off with my toes and then rather than dropping my briefs on top of my shoes I had tossed them at a hay bale. When I walked over, sure enough, there they were where they had hit and bounced onto the far side. I picked them up and shoved them into my pocket, a wave of relief going through me as I did. It had been a long time since something out of my control had bothered me so much.
Returning to the basement I pulled my gym shorts out and got my running shoes and went back outside. It was still before sunup as I took off running towards town. I guess even the old adage that farmers are up before dawn has changed, as even though I passed at least a dozen farms between home and town, I saw no sign of movement at any of them. I wasn't working myself too hard, it took me about 30 minutes into town and then on my way back, I saw people around at a couple of farms, just lifting my arm in a wave as I went by.
"Well, you are sure up early today," Aunt Tracy greeted me as I stepped back into the house. "You were out for a run?"
"Couldn't sleep," I said, leaning on my knees and panting from my exertion. "Since I was awake, I figured I might as well get some real exercise instead of pretending to exercise on the Xbox. You're the only one up?"
"So far. Probably won't hear from the girls for a couple of hours. You guys got anything planned for the day?"
"I don't know, we haven't talked of anything."
"OK, well don't plan on taking the horses. Your mom and I are talking about riding down to the timber and going swimming. We won't do that till at least noon, maybe later. Supposed to be a warm one today. Coffee will be ready in just a minute if you want some."
"Maybe in a few, thanks. I think I will take a shower first."
I went down to the basement and since Andrea and Mary we're still asleep and I had not even seen anyone else in the basement except for the one time when Aunt Tracy had seen me when she delivered clothes to the girls. I knew she was upstairs but didn't figure she would be coming down for any reason, so I just pulled my shoes and pants off and walked naked the few feet over to the bathroom. I started the shower and climbed in.
There was no tub, the shower had tile floor and walls and was designed so that it didn't need a door. It felt quite large and I wondered if there was any way I could ever get Mary to take a shower with me. Despite the fact that she had sucked me and fucked me just hours before in the middle of the night, I was rising to the occasion. It felt good to touch myself but the thought that perhaps we might play together later made me refrain from finishing myself off. The thought of Aunt Tracy and mom taking the horses to go to the Timbers and go swimming popped into my mind. While standing there fondling my cock I had to wonder whether mom and Aunt Tracy would also go skinny dipping. I didn't know, but something in the way they interacted told me they had once been as thick together as what Mary and Andrea were now. I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps, in long ago years, mom had been there while Aunt Tracy had been taking Uncle Roy to the hayloft to fuck his brains out? Or would it have been Aunt Tracy going along while mom took dad to the hayloft? I wasn't sure why, but I just had that feeling in the back of my mind that we probably weren't the first ones to have ever played in the hayloft. An image of Aunt Tracy, naked and looking very much like Mary popped into my mind, the thought of fucking my Aunt driving my cock towards erection.
I was just about to turn the shower off when I felt the water pressure change and I instantly stepped aside to let the water go by me instead of onto me. I held up my hand into the water and as I expected the comfortable shower suddenly turned all cold. Somewhere, someone else had turned on hot water that had disturbed the temperature balance of my shower. I was done enough that I just reached over and turned the shower off. Grabbing the towel, I dried myself off and then since I was stepping into my bedroom, even though it was the basement, I just hung up the towel and walked out.
Now as I stepped out, I suddenly found myself face to face with Aunt Tracy, with me naked once again, and this time with a partial boner. Her eyes betrayed her as they dropped to my body. "Oh, I'm sorry Rick. I should have warned you I was going to be down here," and with that she turned back to the washer where she was spotting clothes before dropped them into the washer. It made sense; the change in water pressure had been when she started the washer filling, and with it right next to the shower it had a rapid effect on the water temperature of the shower.
There was nothing I could do, I turned and stepped over to my bag, pulled out my boxer briefs and pulled them on before grabbing shorts and pulling them on too. "Sorry about that Aunt Tracy, I should have taken clothes in with me."
"No worries, on a farm you see everything." She giggled at something.
"What?" I questioned about her giggle.
"Oh, we see it all, but I will admit it's been awhile since I've seen somebody in as good of shape as you are." For the first time, I blushed. Not because she had seen me naked, not because she had seen me partially erect, but that she was admitting she had enjoyed it. I also had to admit, Uncle Roy could certainly stand to lose a few pounds, which is how I interpreted her statement. He had been in the Marines when they got married, and the picture of him in the living room in his uniform certainly showed someone a lot more physically buff than what he was now.
I went upstairs to scrounge some breakfast and, as I was pouring a cup of coffee, Dad and Uncle Roy came in. They said they were headed for the cafe for a cup of coffee and suggested that I could go with them. When I said I was just about to get some breakfast they told me not to worry about it we'd get something there. I agreed, and the three of us went off. I had figured it was maybe 15 to 20 minutes to drive to the cafe, maybe half an hour, or 45 minutes to get an order and served, and with another 15 to 20 minutes back, I figured we would be back in an hour, maybe an hour and a half at the outside. What I hadn't counted on was it was more about the socializing than it was about the coffee or breakfast. We were there for three hours, and in that time, I heard every rumor, every event, every lie or half-truth that had occurred in the County in the last two years.
When we got back it was almost 11 and mom told me the girls had taken the horses out that morning, but they were supposed to be back by noon so that she and Aunt Tracy could go riding that afternoon.
Having nothing else to do, I was immersed in Xbox in the basement when Mary and Andrea returned. They came pounding down the stairs with a "Where were you? We went this morning to look ...! Oh, Hi Mom!" They interrupted what they were saying as they realized that Aunt Tracy was just finishing folding clothes on the dryer. I suspected they were going to ask about whether I had checked on my briefs in the hayloft but realizing her mom was standing right there had caused her to clam up.
"I went with Dad and Uncle Roy," I said, not allowing their sudden change of subject to become the focal point. "What about you guys, you went horseback riding again?"
"Yeah," Andrea responded, "we rode out the other side of the farm and then followed the Creek down to the River, and then back through the Timbers before coming back home. It was really cool." Back through the Timbers - I immediately thought that when I asked them later, I would probably find out they had gone skinny dipping again. I almost wished I hadn't gone to town.
Almost as fast as they came in, they were gone. I turned back to the Xbox and resumed my game but was interrupted by Aunt Tracy. "You and your sister seem to get along quite well."
