The next photo showed his aunt, topless in her kitchen. There was no mistaking it. It was his Aunt Bridgette. The long blonde hair, green eyes, the se...y little overbite. He’d never seen those amazing tits before but he’d never be able to forget them. Dustin stroked himself more furiously as he scrolled further down.It just kept getting better. There were tons of photos of her naked. In many of them she had words written across her face and body with lipstick. Usually it was “cum dump” or “fuck. What if I were to see you... n..." I moved my hands down, as though outlining her form. Both mom and sis were wearing denim cutoffs and tight, white t-shirts - the uniform of the club. The only difference between them was that sis wore thigh-high boots and mom had on a pair of trainers."NAKED, brother? And why would that be a problem? Would you get a bulge in those pants seeing THIS body?"She began to dance, swaying her hips and moving her hands over her body. She turned around and jiggled her. ..“Yes.”“Good girl. Now listen: I want you to walk to end of the pier. But. The pen will be in your mouth. As far back as you can, pressing the corners as much as you can. I want your wrists crossed behind you. You will walk that way to the end of the pier and then back to me. Understand so far?”“Yes.”Another chuckle, “Good girl. Now here's the thing. If anyone talks to you, you cannot remove the pen, you cannot remove your hands from behind you, you can respond, but you will have to. I looked up at him, seeing the look of lustful determination on his face as he made love to me. I also experienced a newfound sensation of complete helplessness as he held down my wrists with his strong hand. I didn't want to move, but I couldn't if I had. This feeling of giving myself over to him completely only enhanced how wonder it felt to feel him taking me.Ever since that day, I've lived with that void. It's one that Frank fills quite often.I told him how much I enjoyed the feeling of.