Chapter 5

After a while, we all got dressed and decided to paddle back to the Camp. Pam and I got in one boat while Ike, Sarah, and Amy took the other. I'm not sure to this day quite how that happened, but it was fine with me. I liked having Pam in the front of my boat. I thought she looked like a goddess sprawled out and facing me. Ike, the stronger cousin, soon maneuvered his boat far ahead of mine, so I quit trying to keep up. Pam and I lazily moved at our own pace through the marsh channels.

"Hey, I think you took a wrong turn," said Pam. "I just saw Ike and the girls disappear around that corner over there. It would not be good to get lost."

"Everything leads back to the same place, sort of," I responded, "as long as we keep going in that direction. We'll find our way. Maybe there is something new to see over here."

I kept up my rhythmic paddling.

"Ok," said Pam trustingly.

She closed her eyes, stretched her long legs out in the boat, and lay back against the front railing. The warm sun obviously felt good on her still damp clothes. I immediately noticed that her shorts were pulled tight against her crotch. That demanded my full attention. I stared at her sacred spot trying to reconstruct in my mind what was underneath. The next time I looked up, Pamela was staring right back at me.

Busted, I thought. My face turned appropriately red. Amazingly Pam just grinned and looked away. I was about to make some sort of dumb alibi when we rounded a turn and discovered a yellow canoe beached at the back of another small island.

"Hey, that's a canoe from Camp," said Pam. "Someone must be checking out that island. I wonder who?"

"It couldn't be any of the little kids. Our Moms wouldn't let them out in a canoe by themselves. It must be some grownup."

"Funny, but the canoe is sort of hidden too," reckoned Pamela. "Let's go see who is there. Better still, let's sneak up on them and scare them."

"Cool." That sounded like a fun idea to me.

Pam and I dragged our boat to shore and crept through a small place where the dense undergrowth had been recently trampled. A few feet into the thick bushes, we heard strange sounds.

It sounded like wild animals making moaning sounds!

As we crept closer, two human shapes began to form in our line of sight and the moaning sounds grew louder. Pam and I crawled the last few feet across a sandy spot and peeped from behind a fallen Cypress trunk.

I rubbed my eyes because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A big green tarpaulin had been spread over the thick brambles and on top...

... was my Aunt Connie, Ike's mom, completely naked. Pam and I looked at each other in complete and total astonishment. Aunt Connie was kneeling in front of a shirtless man, a look of wanton lust covered her face, and obviously she was struggling to remove his pants. Clothes were strewn haphazardly around the area.

At first the scene was so shocking that I could not fully comprehend what was happening. Then I realized...

The man was Uncle Clyde!

"Holy shit!" mouthed Pamela silently. "Uncle Clyde and Aunt Connie."

Before either of us could say or do anything further, our attention was drawn back to the scene of unbridled passion unfolding before us. Pam and I both turned with a jerk when Uncle Clyde shouted in a very loud voice, "Oh, fuck, yes! Take it all."

Aunt Connie had pulled Uncle Clyde's pants to his ankles and was doing something that I only thought existed in fantasy. She had her mouth on his cock and was licking all around on it and on his ball sack! Her long tongue almost sparkled in the bright sunlight. Her eyes indicated that she was enjoying what she was doing as well.

I felt stimulated and nauseous all at the same time. The incredulity of the scene and the ramifications thereof began to form in my mind... my unmarried aunt was on her knees with my Aunt Nancy's husband's dick in her mouth. As shocking was that Pamela and I were accidental witnesses to this secret tryst. I can close my eyes to this day and see Uncle Clyde's ass muscles shivering while Aunt Connie plunged her mouth again and again over his purple vein-covered cock. The realization that she clearly was enjoying what she was doing has stayed with me all my life.

Suddenly, Uncle Clyde's legs began to shake. Aunt Connie stopped sucking, looked up at him, and smiled. The look on her face was unlike anything I had seen before. Pure lust.

Uncle Clyde sank to his knees and began kissing Aunt Connie all over her face and neck. Soon his mouth wandered down to her breasts and Aunt Connie went wild with passion. I became fascinated by my uncle's manipulation of Aunt Connie's tits. He flicked his long tongue all around her nipples and, when he did, Aunt Connie seemed to go crazy.

So did Pamela.

We had both crouched down behind a large log to watch the torrid scene. I thought nothing of Pamela moving closer to me until I felt her hand on my leg. Then, to my utter bewilderment, she slid her hand up to my crotch and felt of my cock through my pants. I already was erect from watching Uncle Clyde and Aunt Connie. When Pamela moved her hand along my extended prick, marvelous sensations started firing off like lightening bolts. I think I would have cum immediately if I had not been so surprised by her forwardness.

Before I could react in anyway except a deep groan, Pamela unzipped my shorts, struggled for a moment with them, and then, wearing a little frown, she gave them a rough tug downward. Her meaning was instantly clear to me and I obliged by pulling both my shorts and my underwear down t my knees in a quick stroke. The sandy ground suddenly felt very cold against my naked ass. I laid back wondering what Pamela would do next.

Pamela didn't keep me waiting long. She looked curiously at my desperately hard cock and then, in imitation of Aunt Connie, she began one of the most magic moments of my entire life, before or since. She leaned over and took my almost bursting cock into her hot mouth, enwrapped me with her lips, and started to rub her tongue up and down my cock. The sensations that followed can only be described as spectacular, but even that word doesn't do it full justice.