Kissing cousins

Scott rode Audrey out of town and down a few winding roads till he reached a house he hadn’t been to in a long time. One he swore he wouldn’t go back to. But Martha and Lydia were going to be there, so he could handle whatever his aunt threw at him.

“Scott!” Angel cried out as he got off his bike. She was wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top. The woman was over 40 and had gray hairs but she could still pull that outfit off.

Angel ran to him and hugged him. “It’s about time we got a man to come party with us, it’s been nothing but us hens since Mark ran off.”

Angel ran her hand over Scott’s arm, feeling his muscles. “You bring a swimsuit?” she asked, her voice practically a purr.

“No, I didn’t think to.”

“That’s okay, we can go skinny dipping.” She said as she poked him in the chest.

“Mom, leave Scott alone, he just got back and you’re going to chase him off.” Lydia walked over, shooing her mother away.

“You kids don’t know how to have fun.” She said as she walked away, making sure to shake her ass as she did.

“I’m so sorry Scott, I was inside.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to Angel.”

“I can’t believe she still dresses like that.”

“I don’t know, she still pulls it off.” Scott said, laughing.

“Ew, Scott, gross.”

“What? Be happy, those are your genetics too.”

“I’m not listening to this.” Lydia said and turned to walk back to the house. Scott took time to watch her go. Angel was hot, but she put in work, working her makeup, hair, and dressing to draw attention. Lydia could make almost any outfit look sexy, today it was just a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top with an overshirt. But walking away, her legs and ass were still incredible, her walk, her energy, she was a goddess.

“Scott, get over here and have some punch.” Angel yelled. Scott hurried, catching up to Lydia.

“Is that punch, or is it punch?” Scott asked Lydia, emphasizing the second time.

“Oh, it’s the good stuff, take it easy if you don’t want to end up tied to her bedposts.”

Angel’s bourbon punch was incredible, a recipe from her adopted parents from way back when they had moonshiners in the family. It would also leave you fucked out of your mind if you weren’t careful.

Angel brought him a cup full, a big red cup full of kick your ass juice. “We’ve got extra beds if you need them, so don’t be afraid.” She said with a wink.

Scott had every reason to be afraid, he’d been around Angel most of his life, he knew what she could do, and she had never been this aggressive towards him before, of course, he had left at 18 and Angel was at least respectful of that boundary.

“Scott, I’m so glad you made it.” Martha yelled, coming out of the house. She was wearing a sundress, and she looked good in it. She was still a nervous wreck though, and she moved her hands like she really wanted a cigarette.

He hugged Martha, and she relaxed a little when he did. She smelled nice, and she felt good pressed into him like this.

Scott flinched and broke the hug. He was a mess after yesterday, enough that he was starting to get an erection from hugging Martha. This afternoon was going to be rough if he couldn’t get himself under control.

“Hey Scott,” Lydia hollered, “can you come look at my truck, it’s making a weird sound.”

“Sure.” Scott called back, and went to join her.

“Are you okay, you look like you are terrified.” She asked when they got to her truck.

“I’ll be alright.”

“Seriously Scott, you are terrible at hiding things from me, just tell me.”

“I can’t tell you Lydia.”

“Is it that?” She said pointing to his crotch.

Scott grimaced.

“Yeah.” Lydia laughed, “you’re in trouble.”

“It’s just yesterday, you, Jenn, Suzie, her friend Sandra, I had women offering things and pushing things on me all day, and I’m freaking tense and ready to punch a wall.”

“I could help you with that.”

“Seriously Lyds, that’s not helping.”

“No, Seriously Scott, you want me to take the edge off or you want to start drinking and try your luck with Angel?”

Scott thought for a second.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes Scott, like I told you it’s been far too long for me, I’m dying over here and you aren’t doing any better. Let’s help each other out and take care of things.”

Lydia started her truck.

Scott’s pants were feeling way too tight, his hormones telling him Lydia was right, and looking over at her, he probably couldn’t have told her no if he wanted to.

“Look like you are checking out the truck and keep your eye out for anyone coming.” Lydia said as she pulled her hair back.

“Fuck.” Scott said as she started undoing his pants.

He tried to look like he was listening to the truck engine, looking at gauges, something, but it was hard to function with Lydia’s mouth working his erection. He orgasmed quickly, and was coming close to a second one.

“Martha.” He gasped out, she had stepped off the porch and was coming their way.

Lydia reached her hand up and pressed the skin right behind his balls as she took him all the way in, nearly gagging on his length.

“Fuck!” he gasped as he came for a second time.

He barely had enough time to get his shorts over his dick before Martha was at his window.

“You guys okay?”

“Yeah, I can’t find the hood release.” Lydia called out from the floor of the truck. “Unless this is it.” She pulled the release and the hood popped.

“Found it!” she said, her voice bubbly and sweet as she popped up from the floor.

Martha’s face showed her suspicions, but she stepped back from the door and Scott got out, hoping the car door obscured him adjusting his shorts to try and hide his still-erect penis.

They all walked around to the front and looked at the engine.

“I don’t know Lydia, sounds fine to me. You hear anything strange Scott?”

“It’s a little rough, probably could tweak the timing, it can get off in these old trucks. Have you had it tuned up recently?”

“Not for years, I just get the oil changed.”

“Yeah, I can check it out for you, but I don’t have the tools with me right now.”

Martha smiled at him, and put her arm in his. “It’ll be nice to have a man’s help around again.”

He smiled back, Martha had always relied on him, even when he was young, she didn’t really have another choice. But being able to help her, make things a bit better, and seeing her smile like that had always been a bit of light in otherwise dark times.

“You get my truck running better and I’ll have to find some way to pay you back properly.” Lydia said, nudging him with her shoulder.

Scott grimaced, that wasn’t nearly as slick as Lydia apparently thought it was. Martha’s face showed she picked up on it too.