The Lake House | NEON LIT

I'm floating naked in the lake when I hear them.

Footsteps on the dock. Whispered voices. Then the floodlight clicks on, and I'm exposed—bare-assed in the water, nowhere to hide.

"Well, well." Aunt Marlene's voice carries across the stillness. "Look what we found, Destiny."

"Damn, cuz." My cousin laughs, settling onto the dock beside her mother. "You've been holding out on us."

I sink lower in the water, but there's no hiding now.

They've been drinking.

I can tell from the way Aunt Marlene sways slightly, the way Destiny's laugh is a little too loud. Wine coolers, probably—there's a whole cooler of them up at the house.

"You gonna stay in there all night?" Marlene asks. "Water's gotta be cold."

"It's fine."

"Don't be shy." She's already pulling her shirt over her head. "Nothing wrong with a little midnight swim."

"Mom—"

"What? It's family property. No one can see us." Her shorts hit the dock. Her bra follows. She's standing there in just her underwear, and even in the floodlight I can see everything—the full swing of her breasts, the soft roll of her belly, hips that flare wide and generous.

Marlene is forty-seven, recently separated, carrying the kind of body that her ex-husband stopped appreciating years ago. Thick thighs, heavy breasts, a stomach that's gone soft with age and comfort. She's beautiful in a way that makes me feel guilty for noticing.

"Coming, Destiny?"

My cousin hesitates, then shrugs. "Fuck it."

She strips too—faster than her mother, less self-conscious. Destiny is twenty-four, thick in a way that runs in the family but tighter, firmer. Athletic curves, a flat stomach, breasts that sit high and proud.

They walk to the end of the dock and jump in together.

"Holy shit, it's cold!" Destiny shrieks.

"Told you." But I'm not really listening. I'm watching two naked women swimming toward me, moonlight catching their wet skin.

"So." Marlene surfaces a few feet away, water streaming down her face. "Your mom said you broke up with that girl. Ashley?"

"Yeah. Three months ago."

"She was boring anyway." Destiny is even closer, treading water. "I met her at Christmas. She looked at you like you were furniture."

"She wasn't that bad."

"She was that bad," Marlene agrees. "You need someone who appreciates you. Someone who—" She stops, something flickering across her face.

"Someone who what?"

She doesn't answer. Instead, she swims closer. Close enough that I can see the dark circles of her nipples beneath the water.

"Can I tell you something, baby? Something I probably shouldn't?"

"Sure."

"I've been alone for eight months. Living in that house with your uncle, sleeping in separate beds, feeling invisible." Her hand finds my shoulder beneath the surface. "And then I come up here and I see you—grown, handsome, kind—and I think..."

She trails off. But her hand slides from my shoulder to my chest.

"Mom." Destiny's voice is low, warning.

"Don't pretend you weren't thinking it too." Marlene doesn't look away from me. "I saw you watching him at dinner. Same way I was watching him."

"That's not—I mean—"

"It's okay, baby." Marlene's hand slides lower. Finds me under the water. I'm hard—have been since they jumped in. "We can share."

I should stop this.

I should be the responsible one, remind them that we're family, that this is wrong, that there are lines we don't cross.

But Marlene's hand is stroking me under the water, and Destiny is swimming closer, and I've wanted them both for longer than I should admit.

"Inside," I hear myself say. "Not out here."

"The lake house?" Marlene's voice is breathy now, eager.

"My room."

We drip water through the house, too turned on to care about towels.

In my room, Marlene pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top, her heavy body pinning me down. She's done waiting.

"Destiny." She looks back at her daughter. "Get over here. We talked about this."

"I know, I just—"

"Now, baby. Mama needs help."

Destiny crawls onto the bed, positioning herself beside us. Her mother takes my cock in hand, guides it to her entrance, and sinks down with a moan that echoes off the walls.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, you're big—"

She starts riding me, her full breasts swinging, her belly bouncing against mine. I reach up to grab her hips and find Destiny's hand already there.

"Share," Destiny whispers, and then she's kissing me.

I lose track of who's doing what.

Marlene rides me while Destiny kisses me, feeds me her tits. Then they switch—Destiny sliding down my cock while Marlene straddles my face.

"That's it, baby. Eat your aunt's pussy. Fuck, you're good at this—"

Destiny is tighter than her mother, hotter, more urgent. She fucks me like she's angry about something, like she's trying to prove a point.

"I've wanted this," she gasps, "since I was eighteen. Every family vacation, watching you in the lake, wishing you'd notice me—"

"He noticed," Marlene pants above me. "He just didn't know he could have us both."

They come within seconds of each other—Marlene flooding my mouth, Destiny clenching around my cock. I hold on through sheer willpower, not ready for this to end.

"My turn," Marlene announces, climbing off my face.

She positions herself on all fours, looking back at me with hunger in her eyes.

"Give it to me, baby. Hard."

I kneel behind her, grabbing her wide hips, and push inside. She's wetter than before, looser, welcoming.

"Yes—yes—like that—"

Destiny watches us, one hand between her thighs. "Fuck her harder. She likes it hard."

I give her what she wants. What they both want. My aunt's ass ripples with every thrust, her moans getting louder, more desperate.

"Gonna—fuck—gonna come again—"

She does, clamping down on me, and I can't hold back anymore. I bury myself deep and let go, filling her with weeks of pent-up wanting.

We collapse in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

"Holy shit," Destiny breathes.

"Mmm." Marlene curls against my side, satisfied and sleepy. "That was worth the wait."

"How long have you been planning this?" I ask.

"Consciously? Since we got here." Marlene kisses my shoulder. "Subconsciously? Years, probably. You've always been the one I wished I'd found."

"And me." Destiny takes my other side. "I told mom last month. After my breakup. I was drunk and I said I'd fuck my cousin if I could."

"And I said you wouldn't have to do it alone."

They laugh, easy and conspiratorial. This isn't new for them—the sharing, the wanting. I'm just the latest chapter.

"The family reunion is next month," Marlene murmurs. "Your parents are hosting."

"I know."

"Your room is in the basement. Private. Quiet."

"I know."

She lifts her head to look at me. "We could come visit. Late at night. If you wanted."

Destiny's hand tightens on my chest. "Both of us."

I pull them closer.

"I'd like that."

The rest of the week is a blur.

We fuck in the lake house, in the water, on the dock at midnight. Marlene teaches me what she likes; Destiny shows me what she needs. By the time the week is over, I know their bodies better than I knew Ashley's after two years.

On the last morning, we eat breakfast like a normal family. Eggs, bacon, coffee. Small talk about the drive home.

Under the table, Marlene's foot runs up my calf.

Across the table, Destiny licks syrup from her finger in a way that makes my cock twitch.

"See you at the reunion," Marlene says at the door.

"See you at the reunion," Destiny echoes.

They kiss me—first Marlene, deep and possessive, then Destiny, quick and playful.

I drive home with their taste on my lips.

I can't wait for next month.