My name is Richard Jennings. My friends call me Rick. My family calls me Richie. I'm a sophomore in college majoring in Business Administration. I carry a 3.7 average. I'm also on the wrestling team. I'm six feet three inches tall and weigh around two hundred twenty pounds. My record is 19 wins and 2 losses. I've never been pinned.
I say in good shape, because of my wrestling and from helping my Dad. He's a master carpenter. As soon as I could walk I was helping him with all of his home projects.. OK, I got in the way most of the time. Every time he laid down a tool I picked it up. As I grew up he taught me the trade. When I was fourteen I built my Mom a totally new kitchen. She told me what she wanted and I built it. If you want a happy Mom, build her dream kitchen for her.
One weeks into my summer vacation I had just finished my morning workout. I was laying out by the pool soaking up some sun. My Mom walked out.
"Richie, your Aunt Jean just called. She needs some work done on her house. She suggested you come and do the work. She said she would rather pay you than some contractor."
"That's a great idea. I could use the extra spending money. Call her back and tell her I'll be there this weekend."
I was thinking of some rims I saw for my truck. Every truck needs some gnarly rims.
My Aunt Jean is my Mothers sister. She is six years younger. She's a Real Estate Broker and has her own business.. She lives about two hundred miles from us.
Three years ago her husband was killed in a car accident. The cops were chasing a bank robber. He was going the wrong way on a freeway and hit him head on. They were both killed instantly. His life and auto insurance paid her well. She loved him dearly but hadn't remarried. I heard over the family grapevine that she was finally into dating.
Saturday morning I started loading my truck. I got all the tools I thought I would need loaded. My Mom fixed me up with some snacks and an ice chest with some drinks. I was all set. I kissed my Mom, hugged my Dad and hit the road.
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"Richie! Come in. Come in."
"Hi, Aunt Jean, It's good to see you again. How are you?"
"I'm good. Oh my. Look at you. You're all grown up."
"It has been a while. I'm in college now. Just finished my second year."
"Come in the kitchen. I'll get you something to drink. Are you hungry?"
"Na. I've been snacking on the way, but a beer would be good."
She opened two beers and we sat at the table. We brought each other up to date on all the family gossip. I notice her checking me out without being obvious about it. Of course I checked her out too. She's wearing a t shirt and shorts. She fills them out nicely. Especially the t shirt. I see a hint of nipples showing. Dirty young man thought ran through my mind.
We chatted for a while and I told her I needed to unload my truck. I don't want it sitting in the driveway all night with my tools in it. She offered to help. We get my tools put in the garage and my clothes into the spare bedroom. While we're unloading I take a closer look at her assets.
I could see the resemblance to my Mom. Breasts between a C and D cup. Nice ass and killer legs. I suspected she goes to the gym. I knew I was going to have trouble Remembering she was my Aunt.
"Now that you're moved in let me give you a tour. You can get an idea of what needs fixing."
She struggles opening the sliding doors to the back deck. I see a empty hot tub and a small kidney shaped pool. The water has a greenish cast to it. That will need fixing right away. Of course a picture of her in a bikini popped into my mind.
The back yard needs mowing and the beds need weeding. Around front I see the same thing. A cursory glance at the house shows it needs painting and some trim replaced. I step back and look at the roof. Oh crap. I hate roofing, but she needs one. It seems the years of neglect have taken their toll on the place.
"Well, Aunt Jean. Just off the top of my head it's going to cost a few thousand dollars in material. You need a roof and the whole house needs paint. I haven't checked the deck yet. It may need some work too. Some of window trim needs replacing and the pool filter is gunny sacked."
"First of all let's knock off the 'Aunt Jean.' Jean will do. And I've got the expenses covered. I just had a big sale last week. I made a nice commission on it."
"OK, Jean. The pool gets fixed first. I'll need it in the afternoons."
"I agree. It's been a while since I took a swim."
"I'll check it out tomorrow. It may just be the filter and some chemicals. It's my job in the summer at home to take care of our pool."
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Sunday morning I take my coffee out to the pool. I check the filter and find it plugged. I find a new one in the garage along with some pool chemicals. I replace the filter and pour in the chemicals. Next I start on the lawn. I get warmed up and take off my shirt. An hour later Jean walks out. I check her out from the corner of my eye. She is standing checking me out. I smile to myself.
"Richie, do you want more coffee or something cold?"
"Just some water now. Maybe a beer later."
She walks back out with a bottle of water.
"The pool should be ready by this evening. I put in a filter and some chemicals."
"Oh good. A swim after dinner sounds good."
"A moonlight swim does sound good."
Thoughts of her naked wet body in my arms pop into my mind. I wonder if she has a boyfriend. She hasn't mentioned one. How long since she got laid. I expect I'll find out during the rest of the week.
After dinner that night I announce it's swim time.
"Last one in is rotten egg."
She groans.
I hurry and dive in. I watch for her to come out. I'm not disappointed. She is wearing a string tie bikini. Not much is left to my imagination. My cock stirs as I mentally untie it and toss it away. We play around a little, trying to dunk each other and lots of splashing.
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I spend the rest of the week doing yard work. The weeds have almost taken over the lawn and flower beds.
Thursday at dinner she announces she has a date Friday night.
"That's nice. I suspected you had a boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend. I met him at Jan's three weeks ago. We just went out to dinner a couple of times. He seems nice enough. I guess I'll see what happens."
"Well, good luck. He might just be the one."
"I'm beginning to think all the good ones are taken."
I hope they don't get anything going. My plans will go down the drain.
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Friday evening Jean comes out dressed to kill.
"Wow! You look really nice. What a lucky guy. You're gonna burn him down."
"We'll see. I won't be too late. Probably around eleven or so. No need to wait up for me."
"OK, have a good time."
She leaves and I kick back in front of the TV knowing he is going to get laid tonight. Hopefully he has a small dick and a hair trigger.
Around ten I hear a car pulling into the driveway. I get up and look out the window. I see her walking briskly toward the door. By her body language it doesn't look like she's happy. I wonder what happened. I hear the door slam hard. She walks straight through to her bedroom without a word. To say she is pissed would be an understatement.
Fifteen minutes later she come out wearing a robe. She sits on the sofa without a word.
"OK, you need to talk and I have ears. Go."
"That son of a bitch. I decided to move things up a notch tonight. That bastard has a hair trigger. He was done in less than a minute. I'm so mad I could chew up a crowbar and spit nails."
"I'm sorry, Jean. That really sucks. I guess you won't be seeing him again."
"One disappointing night is too much. "
"Do you need something to drink? I'll get you something."
"No, I'll be fine. I just need to cool off."
She vents to me for the next half hour and finally cools off. I say good night an go in my room. I hear her bedroom door close. In just a few minutes I hear buzzing. I smile, roll over and go to sleep.
The next day I start detailed inspection the house. I take measurements and make a bunch of notes.
"Jean, I need to go get some stuff at Home Depot. Do you want to come with me and pay for it."
"Sure. There may be some hunk working there. I might get lucky."
"You never know. Come on."
I get the comp shingles, some nails and a ridge cap. She pays and we go back. I decided to get the crappy job done first.
While I'm working I start forming my plan. I knew she was looking to get laid. I planned on putting myself on the top of her list. Phase one will start in the morning.
Later that afternoon Jean comes back from showing a house.
"Hey, Jean. Do any good today?"
"Yes, I did. I got an offer on one. I think the owners will accept it. It's almost their asking price."
"Good job. Now if someone would make me an offer to finish this roof."
"Let me go change and meet me out back. I'll bring us a beer."
She comes out wearing a t shirt and shorts.
"Here ya go, big guy. One beer for the hard working man."
She hands me the beer and gives me a hug. I hear her take a deep breath and a shiver runs through her body.
"Careful there. I'm all sweaty."
"No problem. A little honest sweat is a good thing."
I notice her nipples are perked up. It must have been my male pheromones she picked up on. I break the hug an sit in the shade. I notice she puts her hand up to her nose. Her eyes close as she inhales. I see her shiver again. I wonder if her pussy is moist.
"I think I'll take a nap in a while. If I don't wake up by five, knock on my door. I need to cook for my hard working man."
"OK, I think I'll take a shower and a swim. It's really hot up on that roof."
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The next morning I put my plan in action. Her bedroom is at the far end of the hall. Mine is across from the bathroom. I quietly get out of bed and open my door. I get back in bed and take off my shorts. My morning wood pops up. I get in bed and lay on my back with the covers around my knees. My cock is at full mast for her to see. I concentrate on slowing my breathing to appear asleep. I open my eyes just enough to see through my eyelashes. I wait. I hear her stirring in her bedroom. I see her walk by. She glances in my room. I watch as she looks around the door jamb. She watches me to see if I'm asleep.
Satisfied that I"m asleep she takes one step into my room. Her hand goes to her mouth. She is staring at my cock. Slowly she lifts her t shirt and sticks one hand down in her panties. Her eyes close halfway and her other hand moves up under her shirt to her breasts. I watch as she fingers her pussy and rubs her nipples. After a few minutes she walks out. I hear the shower start up. I'm almost positive she rubs one out. I put on shorts and a t shirt, go to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I'm sipping my coffee as she comes in.
"Good morning, Richie. Oh god, you're a prince. You made coffee. I though I smelled it when I got out of the shower."
"Good morning, Jean. Pour yourself a mug and sit down."
"I need to get my heart started. I need to go to the office first thing. I want to call my clients about the offer I got yesterday. I hope they accept it."
'Oh, yeah. Good luck with that. Will you get a nice commission on it?"
"Yep, The price is about three hundred and fifty thousand. The commission is six percent. The listing broker gets half and the selling broker gets the other half. I'll get three percent. It's really nice when I sell my own listings. I get both ends."
"Wow. That is nice. A couple of those a month and you're Ms. Gotrocks."
"In this business, it's feast or famine. But I've had a pretty good year so far. I had one big one that sold for eight hundred thousand just before you got here. It was one of my agents listing."
"The IRS is going to love you."
"Yeah, they do. How about some bacon and eggs?"
