"Yeah, Sis, let's eat pasta before we go," Aunt Carmel said as she stirred the pasta. She stayed right where she was at the stove, still wearing only her soft white bra and panties.
She glanced at me again while she spoke, fully aware that my eyes kept dropping to her curves.
"Be quick. We want to watch the sunset," Aunt Stacy said as she walked around in her towel, heading to her bag to get ready.
The white towel stayed wrapped tightly around her thick body as she moved through the living room. Soft water still clung to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. She bent over her open bag, searching for clothes, the towel riding up slightly on the backs of her soft thighs.
Aunt Carmel stayed in her underwear, glancing at me sometimes, knowing fully well how I was staring at her juicy ass.
She made no effort to cover up. Every time she leaned forward to check the pasta or reach for a plate, the firm, round cheeks of her ass flexed under the tight white panties.
