"Finally!" I exclaimed as I threw my duffel bag to the side of the room and ran to the window. Ripping back the curtains to reveal the white sandy beach in its full glory. The water sparking as if tiny gemstones were floating on the surface under the hot Florida sun.
I stood a moment longer to stare at the horizon. This was a far cry away from the rocky beaches and muddy water I was used too.
"Don't act like you've never seen water before. Get over here and help us unpack," My mother barked as she walked in the door, snapping me out of my trance.
"I've never seen water like that before," I replied as my father rolled the luggage cart though the door. He was too cheap and stubborn to ask the bellhop for help even though he clearly needed it.
"I still think it would've been better if we went to Gettysburg," My mother scoffed, "not enough people respect the young men who died fighting on American soil."
I rolled my eyes. My parents were both huge history buffs, and every year instead of vacationing to some place fun like a beach or a resort we'd go to some historical landmark. Not saying I don't like history or anything, far from it actually, I'm just grateful my aunt Lisa finally convinced my Mom to cut loose a little.
My Dad was struggling with the large bright red suitcase on the cart, so I moved over to give him a hand. I never could understand how such a small woman could pack so much for one vacation. It felt like it was filled with bricks.
"Oh my God you're finally here! We've been waiting for you all morning!" Aunt Lisa yelled though the door while pushing herself into our cramped room. She sounded, and looked, exactly like a Kardashian. The fact that she was already changed into her skimpy bikini didn't help much.
"How did you know we were here already?" My mom asked looking annoyed. "Also would it kill you to put on a cover up? Have some decency." She added.
"We're about to head down to the pool Barbra, you can wear a turtleneck if you want but I want to get tan. Plus I think Steve would enjoy it if you followed my lead." She said as she flashed a seductive smile at my Dad.
My dad simply stood there awkwardly for a moment scratching the back of his head while his face began to turn red.
"Umm I'm going to go check if we left anything in the car," My dad said in almost a whisper as he hurried towards the door. He tried to move to where he could slide past Lisa in the hallway without touching her, but Lisa remained in the middle so dad would have to lightly brush up against her incredible body to get to the door.
She had a sly smile on her face as she turned to check him out as he hurried out the door. I glanced at my mom and immediately grew nervous. Her arms were crossed, her brow was furrowed, and her eyes were fixed on Aunt Lisa. This is a look that I learned to fear very quickly in my youth.
"If I would've know that you were going to act like this I never would've agreed to come here," She said in a menacing voice. Lisa seemed to be caught off guard and grew flustered.
"I... I didn't mean anything by it. I swear," Lisa stuttered.
"Well I swear that we will put all this luggage back in the car and leave if you keep up this disgusting act," My mom stated firmly. I started to panic. How could my first beach vacation end before it even started! This isn't fair!
Lisa glanced over and saw the concern on my face. She knew that my mom wasn't bluffing.
"Ok! Ok! I'll go put on a cover up and be more modest from now on. Just remember why you decided to come in the first place. We need to reconnect! It's been far too long since the last time I saw my sister!" Lisa exclaimed.
"You're right," my mom sighed while she relaxed her features and rubbed her eyes with one hand, "All I ask is that you'll promise me that this will be a normal vacation. Without any of that.. craziness that you love to bring with you everywhere you go," she said.
My aunt smiled widely and ran forward to embrace her sister. Wrapping my mom in a hung that she didn't want to reciprocate.
"I'm so glad we're on the same page! This is going to be the best vacation ever!" she squealed.
She let go of my mom and turned her attention to me.
"And how could I forget you! Jason you sure have grown into a hunk since the last time I saw you," she said as my mom shot her a warning glare. She had to catch herself a bit. It was obvious she wasn't used to restraining herself this much.
"Well I know you're 18 now, but you're never too old to give your aunt a hug," She said as she walked towards me with her arms stretched out to the side. Giving me a perfect view of her massive breasts slightly shaking from side to side as she moved towards me. It was obvious I was flustered. Her figure was something that looked like it was ripped straight out of a porno. Which made sense since that's basically what she did for a living as a model.
It felt so wrong, but I couldn't help but be aroused by her beauty. She is absolutely gorgeous, but I still felt ashamed and uncomfortable about being in such close proximity to her.
It got much worse as she pulled me in to her hug. She firmly pressed her entire body against mine. The tiny slivers of fabric weren't stopping me from feeling the surprising softness of her tits as they were mashed against my chest. Honestly, this is the first time I've even felt a woman's breast. Aand my body responded accordingly.
I tried to shift so that Lisa wouldn't feel the growing bulge in my pants, but despite her softness she had a very strong grip. I could tell she noticed my cock being pressed up against her hip. It would be impossible not to. Weirdly she seemed to pull me closer. Further grinding her body into mine and then finally letting go from a hug that lasted a little too long to be normal.
"You certainly have gotten a lot bigger since the last time I saw you," she said with a wink as I got down on one knee pretending to unpack the suitcase on the floor. Trying as hard as I could to hide the erection in my pants.
"It must be from the football workouts," I said meekly.
"Those workouts must not be the only hard thing about going to an all-boys school," she quipped. "OH! I almost forgot. You both have to come see Emily and Katie! They've been dying to see you both!" She said.
"Hold on I've gotta use the restroom first," I said as I hurried in to shift my boner to the right spot to where it wouldn't be noticeable.
"Who is Katie?" I heard my mother said as they left the room.
My mom would know if she had Facebook. And if she did know she probably wouldn't have agreed to come.
Katie is the most current in a long line of lovers Aunt Lisa has had over the years. Sometimes it seems like she goes through relationships faster than bikinis. It doesn't seem like she had a preferred gender either, as long as they were attractive and could pay for things.
No one could deny that she was attractive. Her brown hair and tanned olive skin stood in contrast with the blonde hair that typically ran in my family. She also stood taller than my aunt and had a very elegant beauty about her. Like she was some sort of foreign dignitary. It will be interesting to see how she's introduced to my mom, knowing how strongly she feels about same sex relationships.
