Every summer, my parents sent me to my grandmother's farm to stay with
her and help her out on her farm, since Grandpa passed away.

I liked my grandmother's farm; I liked being there. As I grew older,
I looked forward to the annual visit, because, well, my cousins, Angie
and Sheila, would come and stay for two weeks in August. At first, I
didn't like being around them, because I was the only guy there, and
they would tease me a lot. You probably know how it goes.

Well, this particular August, it was hot. There was a record breaking
heat wave that seemed to just bake and ooze heat. I wore only shorts,
just white jogging shorts, and the damned humidity made those as
uncomfortable as could be. The girls, Angie and Sheila, wore only
shorts and halter tops.

There was a pond down by a meadow, where we went swimming sometimes,
and Grandma suggested that we all go for a dip in the pond. The pond
was a little lake, actually, fed by a small spring of cool water, and
there was a little stream that led away from the pond. Covered with
trees and out in the middle of nowhere, it was a beautiful, restful
place.

"I'd go for that idea," I said, "if I could make it there without
passing out from heat exhaustion."

"We didn't bring a bathing suit, Grandma," Sheila said.

Grandma frowned. "Well, you go in one in, and Robert goes in the
other, then," she said. "No one cares, anyway. Or, just bring a
change of clothes, and go in the water with what you have on."

I cared. Heh heh, I thought, yeah, right. I wouldn't look. I had
even tried to peek on them in the bathroom. Hell, it was an old
house, with keyholes and shit --- the type that was built before
bathrooms were ever really put indoors in some of the houses in the
South.

After we finished our chores, which included making sure that all the
farm animals had water and things like that, we took for the pond.
Grandma had packed a rather large picnic basket, which I was nominated
unanimously to carry.

Angie was tall and angular, had long black hair, and a very slender
body with small tits. Sheila, on the other hand, was slightly chunky,
with giant tits and a wide ass, light brown hair, and blue eyes. They
weren't sisters; they were each the daughter of Grandma's other two
sons; I was the son of her first born son, and older than my cousins
by about two years.

We made it to the pond, sweating and red faced, exhausted from the
heat. At that point, I didn't really care if anyone saw me naked, or
even care about seeing my cousins naked. I was so hot, I wanted to
jump in right away. But, alas, I had brought at least an extra pair
of shorts.

I put down the picnic basket, pulled out a blanket, and spread it out
just a little way from the pond, in a small field of tall grass. We
all sat, and began removing our shoes.

Barefoot, wearing only my white shorts, I jumped into the pond. It
was cool, but not cold at all, no body shock, no nothing. I dove
under the crystal clear water, my eyes open, and saw two splashes. My
cousins had jumped in. As I surfaced, I turned and looked, and could
see Grandma making her way into the water, taking steps one at a time.
Of course, one of my cousins splashed her, sending huge waves of water
high in the air, hitting her all over her body. She had a bathing
suit, at least. My cousins were in their halter tops and shorts.

We splashed around for a while, and then, it was time to get out. As
Angie got out of the water, I could see plainly that she wasn't
wearing any undies at all. The clinging, white material had become
transparent when it got wet! I couldn't believe my good fortune,
scoping her bush plastered against her body as she stood there. I
pulled myself out of the water, my cock beginning to grow in my
shorts. Angie was looking at me, at my crotch, and she nudge Sheila,
who looked at my crotch, also. I noticed that Grandma was looking at
me, too.

Looking down, I could see what they were looking at. Talk about
transparent! Even the head of my cock was completely visible. I may
as well have been naked.

"Ha," I said, "you two are just as naked as I am."

Looking down, the girls noticed, for the first time, that their
clothing was nearly as transparent as mine was.

"Well, looks like everybody is showing off," said Grandma as the girls
threw their hands and arms in front of their exposed tits and pussies.
My hardened cock was really bulging my shorts, pressing hard against
the fabric of my shorts.

Grandma reached down and pulled off her top! "There," she said with a
smile, exposing her giant tits to the bright sunlight. "That's the
way to do it." Before anyone else could say a word, she sat up and
pulled down the bottom to her bathing suit, exposing her massive,
hairy bush.

Good lord, I thought. What a pair of tits. Big, round, full, with
giant brown nipples. Her bush was very hairy, a virtual forest of
dark black and gray hairs swirling in a triangle of fur.

"Grandma!" Sheila exclaimed with obvious surprise, but delight. "He
can see you!"

"Shit, Sheila, you should see the pictures your Grandfather took of me
years ago. Your Pa has seen them, even."

"He has?" asked Angie.

I was out of the water now, standing closer to Grandma, drying my
back, my hard cock pressing against my shorts still. She was looking
directly at my crotch.

"Looks like Robert takes after his Dad, always did have a perpetual
bone, that one."

"You saw his dick, hard?"

Grandma smiled. "If you only knew what all we did." She looked at
the girls, then at me. "Come here, Bobby," she said. I stepped
closer to her.

She reached up and tugged at my shorts, trying to pull them down.
They were sticking to my body, and besides, they couldn't be pulled
down over my bulging, aching cock.

She reached for the snaps, and I helped her. I undid my shorts, and
let them fall to my knees, my hard dick suddenly springing up. This
was met with shouts of glee from Sheila and Angie, and a gasp of "Oh,
my!" from Grandma.

My hard cock stuck straight up and curved, pointing at my navel. I
had a fat dick, not enormous, but long enough to be noticeable. It
was kind of fat, though, fatter than most of the guys I'd compared it
to.

As I stepped out of my shorts, Grandma reached up and grabbed my cock,
pulling me toward her. Her other hand went to my balls, and she
leaned forward with her mouth. Opening her mouth, she took my cock
right in, her tongue moving around and around.

Angie and Sheila were obviously shocked --- and thrilled by the sight
of their grandmother sucking her grandson's cock. I could hear them
whispering, muttering things to one another.

Grandma pulled my cock out of her mouth and turned to the girls. "You
want to have a taste of a really good, hard dick?"

They just stood there. "Come on over here, try this."

Sheila was the first. "Now, take off your clothes, first, and then,
I'll show you what to do."

Shyly, Sheila pulled off her top, displaying her tiny titties, little
handfuls of sexy flesh, with tiny, deep brown, pointed nipples. Her
pubic mound was dark black, her pussy lips nearly hairless and smooth,
but swollen and pink.

She came over and sat beside Grandma, who took her hand and placed it
on my balls.

"Feel of those," she said. "Feel how full and heavy they are, how big
the testicles are inside."

She taught Sheila how to massage my balls, sending thrills beyond
compare into me. I hadn't noticed it, but now, Angie, too, was naked,
her big tits flopping as she sat beside Sheila. Her nipples were damn
near as big as Grandma's, large and pointed. Her pubic hair --- what
there was of it, light brown and downy.

Soon, both girls had their hands on my aching cock. I need to cum,
and soon! Grandma could sense it, and she showed the girls how to
stroke me faster and faster, and then, my cock was spewing cum all
over my cousins. Both girls got faces full of hot, white sticky cum.
Sheila actually squealed with delight when it flew and hit her in the
face.

From there, we fucked, sucked, licked pussy. All that day, all that
night, I must have cum about ten times.

Grandma showed us some pictures, and even gave one to each of us. I
still have the picture she gave me, those forty years ago. I'm
including a scan of it here. I hope you print this story on your web
site, and show the picture of my grandmother that Grandpa took so
many, many years ago.