Jerry Milner: Vacation swap

Jayne showed her niece a dozen or more different positions for fucking, each of which Barbara Jean quickly learned. Her enthusiasm and natural aptitude soon had her devising improvisations which greatly gratified her aunt. The white negligee had long since been shed from Barbara Jean's body as they humped and fucked from the bed to the floor and back. Twice in the night, Jim pounded loudly at the door, threatening to break it down, but Jayne and Barbara Jean just giggled and shushed each other and went on with their fucking until, during one of their rest periods, Barbara Jean fell fast asleep.

Jayne carefully extracted the dildo from their cunts, kissed it and put it back in her suitcase. Barbara Jean didn't waken when Jayne unlocked the door, picked her up, and carried her out of the bedroom. Jim was sound asleep in the hall, and Jayne didn't disturb him on her return from his sister's bedroom after tucking the sleeping girl under the covers.

Jayne felt like a queen in the morning, when both Jim and Barbara Jean vied to bring her breakfast in bed. And she felt like a slave-driver when she sent them both out to the hot-houses to work, with an unspecified reward for the best job done. Both Barbara Jean and Jim collected that reward, each at discreetly separate times of the day, as their aunt sent them on unnecessary errands separately.

She proved to be most adept at shuffling her niece and her nephew about, giving her time alone with each of them. But as clever as Aunt Jayne was, her nephew and niece grew jealous of one another.

Each one tried to be at her side all the time. Going to the supermarket was an ordeal, with Jim and Barbara Jean each trying to push the cart, arguing with each other all the way, and trying to select choice groceries for their aunt. The work in the hot-houses was done in no time at all now, for brother and sister worked together now, each one unwilling to let the other out of sight. They set the table and did the dishes together. They sat at each of Jayne's sides, stealthily scratching at each of her hips, while all three looked at television at night. They kept such close watch on each other that by the end of Jayne's last week of vacation, she was getting terrifically horny.

Jayne was a country girl and a businesswoman, and therefore quite direct in solving her problems, and the problem between her legs was becoming acute. She set out to solve it on Thursday night, while the three of them were looking at television.

The living room was very dimly lit. Barbara Jean was sitting on the couch to the right of her aunt, and Jim was sitting there on her left. Both sister and brother were gazing straight ahead at the rather dull program, and each of them was softly but desperately scratching at the side of Jayne's thigh, at her hip, at her arm, at any part of her they could reach without being observed by the other. This had happened several times before. At first Jayne had found their stealth pleadings for sex to be amusing, and rather flattering. But by then it was not only getting her horny, it was irritating her. She unfolded her hands from her lap and laid them at her sides, and each was immediately grasped and tightly squeezed by the brother and sister. Jayne twisted free of them and proceeded to give them a dose of their own teasing medicine, stealthily scratching and plucking at whatever parts of their anatomy she could reach without her hands being observed. The teens reacted quickly and positively.

Jayne's right finger prodding suggestively into Barbara Jean's soft flank caused the girl to murmur a barely audible sigh. Her left hand fondly pinching Jim's hip made him utter a tiny moan. There in the darkness, Jayne tickled and prodded and plucked at them, and was very pleasantly surprised at how well they both responded to this.

Jim clearly had a hard-on, for he now kept his hands tightly clasped over his lap. Barbara Jean, still murmuring little sighs, was squirming her little ass on the couch and clutching at her stomach. The scent of Barbara Jean's sweet cunt was faint but distinct in the room, and it mingled, with the scent of Jim's warm, humid loins. Both Jim and Barbara Jean were getting hot, but not hot enough to suit Jayne just yet.

Jayne turned as if to murmur a comment to Barbara Jean, blew her warm breath in her ear squeezed her on the thigh, and felt her niece melt against her. She did the same thing with her nephew, and had Jim panting close at her side. And now, with a hand on each of their thighs, Jayne squeezed them both very warmly and smiled into each pair of yearning eyes.

She turned her back on her niece, cupped Jim's hot cheek in her hand and kissed him, saying, "Thank you so much helping with the dishes tonight."

Barbara Jean's eyes were filled with tears when Jayne turned to her, but the tears quickly turned to stars when Jayne kissed her and fondled her tits and said, "And thank you for setting the table, dear."

"Hey, what's goin' on?" Jim said. "If you're gonna kiss her like that, I'm gonna go in my room!"

"We'll miss you," said Jayne, and squeezed the hard bulge in his pants, then turned back to her gasping niece and gave her another warm kiss while she played with her tits.

Jim was still there when the long kiss ended. His sister smirked and snapped at him, "Well, go on to your room!"

"I'm not gonna leave you here with her!" Jim said.

"You said you would, so do it!"

"I changed my mind, so there!"

As their voices raised in volume, their aunt smiled and unbuttoned her blouse. By the time she'd removed it, brother and sister had both fallen silent. Still smiling, Jayne unhooked and removed her brassiere, and Jim and Barbara Jean gaped through the dimness and fidgeted nervously on the couch.

Jayne got to her feet and stretched, turned on the end table lamp, and smiled down on the red-faced pair as she fondled and squeezed her bare tits.

She unzipped her skirt, and Barbara Jean plaintively said, "You shouldn't be doing that here."

She shimmied out of the skirt, and Jim said, "Gosh darn it, let's go to my room!"

She stripped off her panties and tossed them away, and sat down between them again. Each of them reached for her, half lustfully and half protectively, and Jayne pushed them back, saying, "Hands off till you both take off your clothes."

"I couldn't do that in front of him!" said Barbara Jean. Her grinning brother was already ripping off his clothes.

Barbara Jean squealed and jumped up to run, but then stopped and started giggling, pointing down to Jim's stiff cock, and saying, "Is that all he's got?"

"It's enough!" Jim angrily said, and Jayne smiled and nodded.

"You two have been… doing it?" said Barbara Jean, still looking down at her brother's cock, which showed no signs at all of shyness under inspection.

"Of course we have. That's what this is for," said her aunt, and reached up to take Jim's cock in her hand. With her other hand, she tickled about Barbara Jean's skirted loins. "That's what this is for, too."

"Jim's little thing isn't for me," said Barbara Jean, grinning at her aunt, and pressing Jayne's hand closer against her very warm little cunt. "You know what your Babsie likes, and it sure isn't dinky cocks like Jim's got."

"It's something that every girl should try," said Jayne, and she leaned forward and took Jim's hard cock in her mouth, an experience made doubly enjoyable by the gasp of her niece.

"Aunt Jayne, how can you do that? I'm going to my room! I never want to see either one of you again!"

Jayne grabbed her niece by the skirt and stopped her. She slipped her other hand up under her skirt and groped at Barbara Jean's cunt, and at once the angry scowl left the girl's face and she was panting and looking very distressed. "Please, Auntie Jayne, not in front of him! You know I just love it when you're nice to me that way, but I can't stand to have him watching!"