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Hey all! This is my first Literotica story. I've been a fan of the site for years and years.
I've always dabbled in creative writing and I'm happy to finally contribute.
Sadly, the story below is complete fiction. :)
Let me know if you like it. If you do I'll work on posting more stories. Thanks!
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Summer was always something of a strange experience for me in between grades, but this summer was different because it was my last.
I had graduated high school finally and was two weeks into the following summer. My parents, like ALL parents, wanted me to go to college almost immediately. I told them that I had no idea what I wanted to do just yet, so in the meantime I'd just work my part-time job at Radio Shack and save my cash.
They didn't like that idea but they're more interested in me being happy than wasting money changing majors in college. My parents are awesome.
"Beer! Parties! Chicks!" were the main topics during the last months of high school. That part of college life I knew I was going to feel envious of, just a little, but I was never much of a party animal. I enjoyed dabbling with electronics and had a knack for fixing anything with wires - hence my job at Radio Shack.
My introvertive nature didn't prevent me from enjoying time with friends, however. My best friend Sam, who has a talent for bringing in the ladies, always made sure I met plenty of females. I had a girlfriend here and there and got around to third base (received one handjob, delivered a stinky pinky, and enjoyed a bare breast cupping), but I was still virginal.
Unlike most guys my age I wasn't REALLY bothered by being a virgin. I did want my first to be somewhat special but I didn't think about it too much.
Sam would often boast, "Dude, I am SO getting you laid!"
I would shrug. "Whatever." He'd laugh and we go back to our Call of Duty marathons.
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After work one evening I came home and my mother was on the phone facing the sink; distress in her voice. My dad, sitting up in his recliner looked over at me and shrugged mouthing, "I have NO idea."
I set my bag down and reaching in the fridge for a Pibb.
"Okay. Of course you can stay with us. When will you be here?"
I opened the Pibb and Mom spun around, waving with an uneasy smile. "Okay Brooke, see you then. Bye."
"Aunt Brooke okay?" I asked.
My mom sighed loudly and closed her phone, looking at me and then my father. Her short brown hair was a slight mess and a stressful look in her blue eyes.
"Dan left Brooke. She's flying here tomorrow morning."
"Whaaat?" exclaimed Dad, mouth agape.
I haven't seen Aunt Brooke in about ten years. My mom and her would talk relatively often, but Brooke was always traveling with her now ex-husband. They didn't have kids and pretty much took the road less traveled.
"What happened?" Dad asked, standing up and walking over to mom. Both were in their mid forties. Dad was showing quite a bit of grey in his formally brownish/black hair and his moustache. Mom looked really good for her age; she could pass for late thirties.
"I don't know all the details, but Dan pretty much came out of nowhere and wanted a divorce. I'm guessing some mid-life crisis bullshit." She responded, hands on her hips. Dad hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
"Wow. I did NOT see that coming," Dad said.
Ten years. I vaguely remember her at a family reunion. She was tall, blondish, and just... well, beautiful. I quickly formed a kiddie crush on her, but that obviously faded away as I got older and hadn't seen her since I was eight.
She was also fifteen years younger than my mom. I remember my grandmother talking about her "wonderful little surprise" that was Brooke while my Mom was in high school. Brooke was thirty one.
"Wait, mid-life crisis? How much older was Dan than her?" I asked.
Mom responded, "Asshole is fifty-three."
"Damn, that's quite a gap." I responded.
"Well Ben, sometimes age is just a number between couples." Dad said, still holding mom.
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I had a four hour shift the next day. We had received a large shipment of webcams and video cables, so I spent most of my time there taking inventory and other monotonous nonsense.
I pulled into the driveway from my journey home and walked into a vacant house. Well, almost vacant.
"Hello?" came an unfamiliar voice.
"Hello!" I responded, putting my bag down and walking into the kitchen.
My Aunt Brooke was sitting at the table, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wasn't wearing any makeup and looked very tired. She stood up and walked over, looking me over.
"Taller than me and everything." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
"You just might be the only man that I love anymore."
I hugged back, "Great to see you."
"Thanks sweetie. Great to see you. I'm a total mess, sorry you have to see me like this, especially after ten years." She said, breaking the hug and caressing her hand on my face.
"You need a shave." she said, astonished.
"Yeah, I grew up a bit." I responded.
She giggled, and went back to sit down. I grabbed a Pibb from the fridge and sat with her. I didn't know what to say but I felt my kiddie crush kicking back in.
She looked amazing, even in her non-made up state.
"Oh Benny, I don't know what I did." she said, looking as if she had nothing left to cry out.
I stammered. "I uhh... don't know what to say."
She smiled weakly.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad to be here with loved ones."
A small moment of awkward silence passed.
"So," she said, grabbing my hand, "what's new with you? Chasing any ladies around?"
"Heh, not really." I sighed loudly, "Just workin' my job and figuring out what I want to do."
"Oh why not? You're a cutie. Ain't they beatin' down your door?" she said, softly laughing.
I shook my head.
"I'm not worried about it."
"Oh that's not a bad thing. You're so young - plenty of time to worry later." She said, with a tone of envy in her voice.
"You're young too, you know." I mumbled with a reassuring smile.
"Thanks honey." she said, standing up. "This whole divorce thing though... kind of feels like a stain on my soul I won't be able to get rid of."
Aunt Brooke wearing walked out of the kitchen, "I'm going to lay down and try to sleep."
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Throughout the next week Aunt Brooke slowly started to cheer up. Mom and her would be joking around in the kitchen; Dad picking on both of them. I'd hear them from upstairs and wonder if Brooke was ever actually sad.
She was staying in the room next to mine and at night I'd hear her crying herself to sleep.
One particular night I woke up sometime early in the A.M. I stammered awake and walked towards the bathroom. Aunt Brooke had taken over the upstairs bathroom with her girly stuff, so I had to adjust to that.
I wandered into the bathroom, emptied my bladder, and started back towards my room when something caught my eye.
I stopped.
Aunt Brooke's door was open and she was sound asleep. The side of the bed she was sleeping on was closest to the door, and the covers were draped over her midsection.
What caught my attention was the red silk nightie she was wearing; stretched from her tossing and turning. The pulled fabric had partially exposed her right nipple.
I was suddenly very awake.
My heart began to pound with nervous excitement and blood rushed to my almost instant erection.
Her breathing would repeatedly reveal and cover more and less of her breast.
I softly rushed back to my room, grabbed my smartphone, snuck back over to her room, and took a moment to angle a picture. The moonlight gave me just enough lighting to get a clear picture. I double checked to make sure the flash and sound was OFF (that would've been hard to explain), and snapped a few photos, and snuck back to my room and locked the door.
I pulled up one of the photos on my phone, set it on my desk, dropped my pants, and stroked my erection away.
Once I laid back down I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. That was my AUNT that I just jerked to.
Not only that, but that insane lust that I felt that took over my actions freaked me out a little.
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I tried my best not to change my demeanor around my Aunt but I don't think I was very successful. I think she might have noticed, but didn't act any differently.
I had a few long shifts sorting and organizing gadgets that came in at work the following week. My sneaky spying act kept running through my head on a constant loop. I wanted to see more, yet I felt terrible for wanting to see more.
The lust has overpowered the guilt and my mind kept racing.
I did try to sneak another peek, but she was usually completely covered up by her sheets or facing the other way while sleeping. Sometimes around the house I'd sneak a glance here and there when she'd lean over but mostly I was too afraid of getting called out.
I wanted to see more but had no idea how.
Then, it hit me.
My store had a nice sized shipment of web cams come in, including some expensive wireless ones. Some of them were really tiny too; easy to hide. I cracked a package open and studied them on my early shift when business was slow.
I thought about modding them a bit to where they could fit in a hole in a wall, or in a ceiling. I had attic access to make that happen, though the timing to test and work it out would be difficult. Aunt Brooke was home most of the time. She wasn't exactly going out and partying or anything.
I then realized that I was actually plotting to mod wireless webcams to spy on my hot aunt.
Once again, lust overpowered logic.
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$300 bucks with an employee discount for two wireless webcams with microphones. Not bad I guess. I realized that I had actually spent money to try and sneak some peeks at my aunt and felt mixed feeling about that.
I LOVE technology. I lusted for Aunt Brooke. Bad combination.
I got home and walked in on mom and Aunt Brooke talking about her starting up dating.
"Maybe you just need a little rebound somethin' somethin', huh?" my mom said, not realizing I was there.
"Maybe. It's been a while--" Aunt Brooke spoke, cutting herself off as I stepped into the living room.
"Bad timing on my part eh?" I said, smiling.
Aunt Brooke smiled wryly. Mom blushed a little.
"Well you're an adult now. Sex talk shouldn't phase you, right?" Brooke said, sipping on a glass of red wine.
"That may be so, but not with my son!" My mom said, raising her hand in defiance. Brooke and I laughed. They seemed a little drunk to me.
