The summer of 1993 I was sixteen years old and living in central California with my parents and sibs. About a week before school was set to start back we decided to take a day trip to the beach. On a whim my mother invited her brother, my uncle Paul and his new wife Sandy and all of his kids from his previous marriage. They had just moved to California from west Texas and had never been to the beach before.
At the beach I couldn't keep my eyes off my new aunt Sandy. She looked so hot in her skimpy 2-piece bikini. She reminded me of the actress Holly Hunter from Raising Arizona and Miss Firecracker. Just so small and perfect, with curves in all the right places and that big smile, those pretty eyes and that southern drawl to die for.
My uncle Paul spent most of his beach time getting sloppy drunk, sitting on a beach towel on the sand while my dad barbecued and everyone else splashed around in the surf at Morro Bay. Out in the water I managed to "accidentally" bump against my aunt a few times. It was totally obvious what I was doing. I was horny and hard and I'd been flirting with her the whole day. She just smiled and looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes that told me she knew exactly what I was up to.
By the time my dad called everyone out of the surf to eat, my uncle was a mess. He puked up his barbecue and potato salad on the sand, not only putting most of us off our own dinner but driving away a few strangers who had been relaxing on the beach near us. Disgusted, my father told everyone it was time to go and asked Sandy if she could drive. She said she could and dad helped uncle Paul into his car. But as we prepared to leave ourselves, aunt Sandy came over and said that Paul's junky old car wouldn't start.
My parent's solution was to just pack everyone into our '82 Ford Granada Station Wagon and go home. The next morning my dad could drive back with uncle Paul and get the car started or hook it up to the wagon and pull it back.
We were packed like sardines, with my uncle's unconscious self shoved into the rear space. All of us in the middle seats had people sitting on our laps. Aunt Sandy decided to slide in on my side and sat on my lap. Although she was no longer in her bikini bottoms, but a pair of jeans I felt myself growing instantly erect.
About 30 minutes into the trip home it was full dark out and most of my family were dozing after a full day of play. I slid an arm around Sandy's waist and a moment later she took my hand in her own and slowly slid it between her legs. I proceeded to rub her crotch with my fingers and she leaned back against me slightly.
It didn't take long for my erect cock to become almost painfully stiff. As if sensing my discomfort she began to move against my crotch in slow circles and then in a back and forth motion. I sighed and closed my eyes, still rubbing her pussy through her jeans. After several minutes I came in my pants, but she continued riding me for quite a while even as I continued massaging her c**t.
When we got to her and uncle Paul's house, sleepy kids piled out and dad helped my uncle inside. I got out to "stretch my legs" and aunt Sandy smiled at me and told my mom bye and goodnight and went inside. I had a huge wet stain on my jeans, but thankfully it was dark.
After that my aunt and I started having sex pretty regularly. My uncle's drinking had all but ended their sex life and she was eager and willing to take me on as a sex partner.
And if my "uncle's" youngest son looks a whole lot like me, well... we are related afterall.