Literotic asexstories – Jessica's Secret Diary by harding,harding
“Sammy, Tim, it’s so good to see you,” she greeted my parents. “And Jack, you’re so tall!” The last was addressed to me, and I guess I had grown. It had been almost three years since I’d seen my aunt. For my first fifteen years she had lived almost next door, then her husband’s work had taken them a thousand miles south to Florida.
Uncle Mike had died two years ago in a car accident. Mom and Dad had come down for the funeral, but I had been in the middle of exams and couldn’t join them.
My Mom and Jessica were identical twins – and I mean identical. Born within a minute of each other, they had started life as a single egg which had split and developed into two individuals. Growing up it had been difficult for me to tell them apart, and I was sure at times they even pretended to be each other just to confuse people.
Abigail is my cousin, and there might be something in the saying that twins do everything alike because Abi and I had been born within days of each other, although in our case we didn’t look at all alike. I hadn’t seen Abi in three years either, and would have to wait a little longer because she was still flying in from the other side of the country where she had gone to college.
Dad, Mom and I had driven down over two days and later today I was going to drive Dad to the airport so he could catch a plane back home. The company he worked for were in the middle of a long take-over bid for one of their rivals, and Dad had barely managed to find the time to bring us down. He was leaving the car for us to use and flying straight back.
Mom and I would stay for two weeks with my aunt and cousin, soak up some Florida sun and chill out around the backyard pool. Spring in New England had been cold and snow still lay on the ground when we locked up our house and drove south. Here the temperature was in the high seventies and Jessie wore shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt.
Finally, I could tell her and Mom apart! Mom was pale, and Jessie had a golden tan on her arms, her legs and the band of flat stomach exposed between her top and shorts. She looked good – but she had always looked good to me, particularly as I grew through my teenage years and the hormones kicked in. Despite being identical to Mom, some of the thoughts I had about my Aunt I had never had about Mom – or rather I had never allowed myself to have.
Dad hauled Mom’s suitcase upstairs and I dropped my small bag in the living room. There were only three bedrooms in the house, and I would be sleeping on the sofa bed downstairs, a new experience but I had been assured it was very comfortable, and been promised everyone would try and be quiet if they rose early.
After a flurry of unpacking, catching up and more hugs Aunt Jessica made lunch and we all sat around the table outside. An awning shaded us, but beyond that the backyard pool glittered in the bright sunshine.
“Aunt Jessica, can I go for a swim after lunch?” I asked, aware of the sweat stains darkening my shirt. We had dressed for a cooler climate when we got up this morning, and I couldn’t wait to get into the water.
“Of course, just let your food go down first. And I think you’re old enough to call me Jessica now. It makes me feel old when you call me Aunt,” she laughed.
Old, I thought? Hardly. They had both married young and gotten pregnant almost immediately. My aunt’s birthday was obviously shared with my Mom’s and I knew they were thirty-eight years old, but could have passed for ten years younger.
“I’ll try,” I said, “But It’s not going to be easy to break the habit.”
“Just remember we need to leave by three,” Dad said.
“And you’re picking Abi up when you drop your Dad off,” Jessica said, “She’s getting in 20 minutes after Tim’s flight leaves.”
After lunch Mom and Aunt Jessica cleared up, Dad flopped on the sofa and watched a ball game and I changed into my trunks and slid into the clear water of the pool. Once I had cooled off I started pulling laps. The pool was not huge, but had been designed with swimming in mind and was long and narrow with a good fifteen metre length, making serious laps possible.
Mom and Aunt Jessica came out and lay on sun loungers. They had both changed into bikinis and as I rotated my head to draw breath I could see them lying side by side. Apart from my aunt’s tan, they could have been photocopies of the same person.
They were both just over five-seven, with slim figures, full breasts and narrow hips. I knew that my Mom regularly performed yoga and pilates as part of her exercise routine. Aunt Jessica had put on a little weight since I had last seen her – not much, maybe eight pounds – but it also made it easier to tell them apart. They both had good figures, but where Mom’s boobs were 34b my Aunt’s now seemed to be a full 34c cup.
Mom’s bikini was white and much smaller than any I could remember seeing her in before, but then she rarely had a chance to wear one when we were home. Aunt Jessica’s was equally if not more revealing but was red. Mom had her arms by her sides but my Aunt had hers raised with her wrists resting on the top of the lounger. The position lifted her larger breasts and pulled at the bikini top so that their lower paler curves were visible. Her nipples were prominent and formed two distinct peaks inside the thin material. Beneath her breasts her stomach was flat with just a hint of muscle beneath. She had a long vertical navel that dipped in, just like Mom’s, and then below that her stomach stretched taut and flat to a definite mound cupped into her bikini pants.
Almost at the same time they both rolled over onto their stomachs and I finished my lap and rested, arms out across the edge of the pool, legs floating in the water. Aunt Jessica’s extra weight showed on her ass as well, making it plumper; still firm and high, but fuller and with more curve.
I lay in the water for a long time, gazing at my aunt and mother. I felt relaxed and a little exited, and could feel myself growing partially hard inside my trunks. Watching them like this, my eyes lidded, I could almost forget they were blood relations and study them as the works of art they both were.
I let my eyes wander over the dips and clefts of their bodies, the slim backs tapering into narrow waists, the dip of their spine and then the swell of buttocks that eased into long thighs. In a partial daze I allowed my eyes to wander up their legs to the point where thigh, buttock and stomach met. They lay with legs slightly parted, and I could see the cleft where the cheeks of their asses dipped, and there lay just the hint of another cleft where the pussy lips lay tight against the material of their bikinis.
I was jerked suddenly from my study as Mom pushed herself up and turned over, pulling her top down where it had ridden up to show the underside of her breasts. She sat with a leg either side of the lounger and said, “You’d better get changed and take your Dad to the airport, Jack”
“Okay,” I said. “A couple more laps first, then I’ll get ready.” I pushed off before she could object. I needed a little time to let my cock deflate before I got out.
I did four hard laps, and hoping that was enough, pulled myself out and grabbed a towel and held it to my stomach so the drape hid any bulge. I could feel my heart beating fast, and also something that might be guilt. What the hell had I just been doing, eyeing up both my aunt and my Mom like that? Was I really that weird?
“Do you need anything picking up, Aunt Jessica” I asked as I went to the patio windows.
“Jessie,” she mumbled into her pillow, “Only my daughter.”
I laughed, “I think I’ll remember that.”
Dad was quiet on the way to the airport and I guessed he was worrying about work. I walked with him to the departure lounge where hugged me to him and said, “Take care of those girls of ours, Jack.”
“I will Dad,” I replied.
“If I can get away, I’ll come back down, but I can’t promise anything.”
“I hope it all goes okay for you, Dad.” I knew this takeover was important to the company, and important to Dad. If it all went through, he would be managing the new section on his own, and that meant a big promotion.
“Tell your Mom I’ll call her tonight,” he said, gave me another hug and disappeared into the check-in queue.
I found a Starbucks and got a large coffee and sat waiting for Abi. The arrivals board said her flight was on time, so I watched the people come and go. I always enjoy airports, the mix of people, the bored business travellers, the nervous fliers putting off boarding to the last moment, the flux of arrivals as people come in from all over the country, all over the world, dressed for wherever they had left from that morning.
The arrivals board changed to show that Abi’s flight had landed, and I walked across to the gate and looked for her. She was one of the first off, as always. Abi hated being last for anything.
It had been almost three years since I had seen her. She had been fifteen then and one of the most beautiful teenagers I knew. In the years since she had blossomed into a stunning young woman. She had the same dark hair as her mother, but had inherited tight curls from her Dad. Last time her hair had been long and wild, but she now had been cut it short so it just covered her ears, but the curls were still there.
Abi was taller than her mother by an inch, with the same slim body but now as she had developed I thought her breasts we probably a bit fuller. I watched her as she walked through, looking around but not seeing me yet. She had grown up into a beautiful young woman since I had last seen her, and she was enough to take anyone’s breath away.
I had always had a thing for Abi, even if we were first cousins. Growing up near each other we had been close all our lives, sharing good times and bad. As we entered our teenage years the relationship had changed. We had become more self-conscious. No more bath time together anymore. No more wrestling in the back yard. We were both aware of how our bodies were changing.
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