Chapter 1: Initiation

“Stop right there!”

I froze, one foot in the kitchen. My friend, Jake, bumped into me and almost fell to the floor of the laundry room.

I looked at my aunt, who had just walked in from the living room. “You scared the crap out of me, Aunt Sarah.”

The woman grinned. “I’m tired of you boys tracking dirt and mud through this house. She looked me over, then past me at Jake. “What the hell have you boys been doing?”

I turned and looked at my friend of only four days. We were filthy. We’d been crawling around in some caves but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I didn’t want to be grounded for the rest of my six-week visit. “Sorry, aunt Sarah. We were building a tree house out in the woods. I guess we got a little dirty.”

She smirked. “Yeah. A little dirty.” She shook her head and gestured for us to go back into the laundry room. “Empty your pockets onto the counter. Right there.”

I did as she said, knowing how strict she could be. I wondered if she thought we’d been shoplifting. She’d caught me doing that three years before, but I was only eleven then. Looking mystified, Jake emptied his pockets, as well.

Without even looking at what we’d put on the counter, she said,

“Alright. Outta those clothes. Put ‘em right in the washing machine.” I waited for her to turn and leave, but she didn’t. “Come on, boys. Don’t worry -- you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”

I reluctantly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it in the washer. Jake did the same. I turned and looked at my aunt, but it was clear.

She wasn’t going to budge. I toed off my sneakers, which were caked with Mud. She said “Put those in the slop sink. The washer’ll ruin ‘em.”

Jake did as I did, obviously not anxious to strip in front of my aunt.

I peeled off my socks and tossed them into the gaping maw of the appliance, then looked at my father’s younger sister pleadingly. Her face remained impassive and her feet didn’t move. I unbuttoned my jeans and let the weight of the mud drop them to the floor. Now dressed only in my briefs, I dropped the heavy pants into the machine and turned to look at my aunt one more time.

“Yeah,” she said as she looked at my briefs, which were soaked and probably hopelessly stained. “You two were building a tree house. Was that tree, by any chance, in the caves?” She paused to observe my surprised reaction, and then added “Your father and I played in those caves when we were kids. I recognize the color of that clay. You shoulda said somethin’. I have a map of those caves somewhere around here.”

She gestured toward the washer. “The underwear, too, boys. Like I said, it’s not like I haven’t seen naked boys before.”

Jake and I looked at one another, and he gave me one of those ‘Fuck it’ looks. As if we’d timed it, we turned our backs on the kitchen door and pushed down our briefs at the same time. I tossed my filthy underwear into the machine. I was then left with the question of what to do with my hands. My aunt was right. Not only had she seen boys naked before, but she’d seen all of me plenty of times; and I’d seen all of her, as well. Neither of us was shy about walking back and forth between bedroom and bath. But this seemed somehow different with Jake here.

Feeling like I’d already delayed too long, I turned to face my aunt, my hands at my sides and making no effort to hide my genitals. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Jake drop his hands, as well.

“Okay. Both of you. Out in the backyard and hose off.” When we didn’t move, she added, “Go!” When we still didn’t move, she explained, “I sunbathe out there all the time. Nobody’ll see ya. Now get, before you drip any more mud on my floor.”

I ran out the door and gave a little whoop. Truth be told, I enjoyed being naked. I was also curious about what Jake might have in his pants. I wasn’t disappointed when I turned around, hose in hand. I turned on the water and shot Jake in the face, then started hosing off the mud. While he was blinded by the water, I took a close look at his hose, which had to be at least six inches long and was about half as thick as my wrist. ‘Wow,’ I thought. ‘What a fuckin’ stud!’

Then it was my turn. Jake took the hose and sprayed me down, starting with my hair and working his way down my body. Was it my imagination that he spent extra time on the area around my crotch? I started to get hard, so turned away as if to let him wash my back.

My aunt stepped outside as we were finishing. She turned off the very cold water and said “Why don’t you two warm up by doing some sunbathing? Like I said, I do it all the time.” She gestured toward a set of three chaise lounges, arranged in a semi-circle with several other chairs and tables, near the gas grill. Seeing the confused looks on our faces, she sighed, “I want you to dry off before you walk through the house.”

We moved over and carefully selected the two outside lounges; neither of us wanting the other to think he was gay, we left the one in the middle empty. Aunt Sarah laughed and said “It’s beautiful out. I think I’m gonna join you.” She dropped the robe she’d been wearing – revealing that she wore nothing underneath -- and arranged herself on the wicker furniture as if she wasn’t lying down between two stunned naked teenagers.

Jake and I looked over her at one another, trying hard not to look at her body but without success. I grinned when I saw that Jake’s dick was standing at attention, but grimaced when I realized my body had responded exactly the same way.

Noticing our problem, my aunt laughed. “It’s okay, boys. Like I said, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before and it’s perfectly natural.” She closed her eyes, stretched her arms out over her head, and turned her knees out so her inner thighs were exposed to the sun. Soon, we’d relaxed to the point where we were only half-hard, but I had to wonder if she was teasing us with her body.

After a few minutes, my aunt announced that she was thirsty and offered to get us drinks. She got up, leaving her robe where she’d dropped it, and went in to get us some lemonade.

Jake turned and looked at me. No longer self-conscious about being naked, he said “Your aunt’s a MILF, dude! I wouldn’t mind bangin’ her.”

I grinned. “Dude. She’s old —like thirty-five— and she’s my aunt. That’s sick!” My friend was fifteen, a year older than me, and fancied himself a ladies’ man because he’d managed to get to third base with some of the local girls. I’d only met him a few days before, but he was rescuing my summer.

“She’s not my aunt, dude!” He emphasized the last word mockingly.

I looked up and smiled gratefully when my aunt came out with a pitcher, three glasses and some cookies on a tray. I realized I was even getting used to the idea of nude sunbathing with my aunt and my friend, but I was instantly hard again when she bent over to put the tray on a table. We each had a clear view of her ass and of her pussy. Turning my head, I saw that Jake was hard again, as well.

Aunt Sarah chortled when she saw that we were, once again, erect. “You boys are gonna have to get over this, or you won’t have any blood in your brains.” She turned to Jake and smiled, her eyes on his cock. “Especially you, Jake.”

She handed each of us a glass of lemonade, then took a long pull herself before lying back. Once again, she closed her eyes and positioned herself so the sun could reach her inner thighs and breasts. But then she started to gently stroke her nipples as if we weren’t there. Without opening her eyes, she said “You’d better drink, boys. I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”

We drank, but didn’t take our eyes off the naked woman, who was by now pinching and twisting her nipples. She moaned then slipped one hand down to her pussy, which was glistening with what I assumed was sweat.

Finally opening her eyes, she turned and looked at Jake and then at me. Neither of us looked away. It was obvious by this point that she wanted us to watch. Looking into my eyes, she asked “So ... are you boys just gonna watch, or do you want to get some hands-on experience?”

I reached out tentatively and touched one of her breasts. She smiled. “That’s it, Tommy. What about you, Jake?”

My friend reached out and touched her other breast, his other hand going to his penis.

My aunt looked at him with a wicked smile. “Make sure to leave some for me, Jake.” Then she lay back again and put her arms up over her head, giving us free access to her body.