Taboo Cabin Fever: The Bundle by Nick Storming

Author:Nick Storming [Storming, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fractured Press
Published: 2020-09-16T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Suddenly Aunt Gwyn jerked upright, her eyes wide as she looked from her mom to me. Her lower jaw was working as she struggled to speak. Fear and excitement in equal parts coursed through my veins, and I felt like a madman.

"Is something wrong, Gwyn?" Grandma asked, sitting up with a gentle, concerned smile.

Gwyneth didn't say anything, just looked from her mom to me, eyes wide, then she noticed the motions of grandma's arm, and I saw her face grow strangely still. Suddenly she stood and got out of the hot tub. Saying nothing as she headed into the house. My grandma's hand picked up the pace as I stared at aunt Gwyn's perfect body practically nude beneath the wet white clothes.

“Ohhhh goooodddddd!!!!” I moaned out softly, cum shooting out of my cock into the hot tub’s waters in thick streams. I panted, catching my breath as she slowed her ministrations.

“That’s was incredible,” grandma panted beside me, “I’ve never felt so alive!”

"Shit," I said, feeling worry replace the retreating lust. “This is bad.”

“Don’t worry,” she said with that mischievous smile, “I know my Gwyn. Give her an hour or two to put it right in her own mind. Trust me.”

I wasn’t sure about that and felt awkward and nervous for the next couple of hours. I went in and took a hot shower. I then headed to the living room with my laptop to do a bit of work. Grandma took a nap, exhausted from her day of skiing, and mom hopped in the shower. So, it was just me out in the living room when Gwyn finally breezed out of her room and into the kitchen.

She began pulling out meat and items for dinner. In minutes I heard music playing and the sound of a cutting board being brought out and the knife sharpening. I closed my laptop and headed into the kitchen. Gwyn eyed me with a smile as she poured herself a glass of wine. Pulling down another glass and beginning to fill it for me.

“Better not,” I said, "mom will throw a fit if she sees me drinking.”

“She’ll get over it,” Aunt Gwyn said, “Just assert yourself.”

I struggled to read her mood and anything into the tone of her voice. She pulled out a yellow onion and began dicing it up. The tension was growing in the room and not the good kind. I felt more and more awkward, sensing things were about to blow up at any minute.

I sipped my wine and watched her shoulders and back tense up. The muscles were visible under her thin, stylish top.

“Look,” I began but cut off as she spun on me, her knife stabbed the air, and I flinched back. I had a moment of confusion as I registered, not shock on her face but excitement.

"You collared her, didn't you!" Her voice was a hiss, and she glanced down the hall to make sure we were alone, and no one could overhear us.

“And what if I did?” Denying nothing as I leaned back, sipping from the wine, my eyes holding hers.

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