Disclaimer: Though this story is written from my point of view, all characters, situations, etc. are fictional and any similarity to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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This happened when I was 18 years old, in my first year of college and at home by chance rather than choice.
A younger cousin of my mother's was staying with us for a few days. She and my uncle were building a house and she was in town to check on the progress. As we didn't live very far from the construction site, she was staying with us.
This aunt of mine was really gorgeous. She was not very tall, a little more than 5 feet, with a slim, willowy figure, bob cut hair, cute pouting lips and in her late 30's. She dressed very well in well-cut business clothes with necklines just low enough to tantalize a teenager's mind.
I had met her on several occasions, but several years ago, and knew her kids pretty well.
The sleeping arrangement was like this: my parents slept upstairs in their room and my aunt had her pick of whether to sleep in my sister's old room or the guestroom.
The guestroom was located far from my room, across the dining room, whereas my sister's was adjacent to mine. She said that she wouldn't have us bother moving blankets around so she decided to stay in my sister's room.
The next day was pretty uneventful. By the time I woke up in the morning, she had left and when she came back we spoke only briefly before she retired to her room.
After dinner all of us sat down together to talk. She was talking in her usual, animated manner about the house and what she did all day. I was sitting next to her, smelling her perfume and daydreaming, when she caught hold of my hand.
She looked at me, smiling, and ran her hand up and down my arm telling my parents how big and strong I had become. It was all very embarrassing but I laughed along and said I'd been working out.
That night, like all nights, I was up late exercising with a pair of dumbbells. I usually did this out in the hall since there was more space for the movements. I was in a vest and shorts and even though it was a pretty cold night, I was completely drenched in sweat.
At around 12, I heard my aunt's door unlock and she stepped out, squinting at the light. She seemed pleasantly surprised to see me.
"Mm," she remarked in a low voice. "How long have you been working out?"
She was wearing a white nightie and a gown which let me see a lot more cleavage than my overactive imagination could handle.
