Aunt Ruthie

AUNT RUTHIE

CHAPTER 1

My mom Allison had to have an emergency appendectomy. Her sister Ruthie agreed to come stay with her while she recovers. The doctors said it should be about 6 weeks. Of course she would be up and around sooner than that but they told her to take it easy for 6 weeks. Dad took off for a week and I was there too. I was home from school between freshman and sophomore years at Vanderbilt. But Ruthie said she wanted to help out. So she was staying with us for 2 months. She doesn't work so it wasn't a problem for her. Her husband is a professor at Clemson so he was off for a couple of months also, but he stayed home to take care of the house. My mom is the oldest of 4 sisters. She is 40. Then there's Doris at 38, Alicia at 36, and Ruthie at 34. Doris and Alicia both work so it was easiest for Ruthie to come help out rather than 1 of them. And Ruthie said she looked forward to the opportunity to get away from home for a little while.

My name is Devon. I am 20. I am studying Economics at Vanderbilt. I am 5' 11" tall, weigh 190, and have medium length sandy colored hair. I'm not a jock but I do play soccer for the school team, so I guess you'd say I am fit. I do okay with the girls, but there's no one in particular that I've gotten attached to. Everybody says I look like my dad. And I guess I do. Mom has black hair, she's pretty short at 5' 4", and probably weighs 100 lbs. soaking wet. And she has blue eyes. I get my height and hair color from Dad. And we both have brown eyes. Mom is kind of pretty, as are her sisters and her Mom. I won't describe them all, except Ruthie, as she's the one in this story. As I said, she is 34. She is taller than all her sisters at 5' 8". She weighs about 120 I'd guess. She also has black hair, although a lighter shade than Mom's, and she keeps it about shoulder length. Also blue eyes, like Mom. I've always thought she was really pretty. Maybe it's the way she dresses, but I think she's sexy as hell. She doesn't dress sluttily or anything, but she wears things that show off her body. More like the clothes that girls my age wear. Short shorts, tight jeans, spandex pants, tight tank tops, blouses tied just below her boobs, short skirts, cowboy boots, that type of stuff. Just sexy. I guess I'd have to say I've had impure thoughts about her, even though I knew it was wrong to think of my aunt in that way.

CHAPTER 2

The first week Mom was home from the hospital she stayed in bed most of the time, or at least in her bedroom sitting in a chair. Dad was home and spent most of his time with her. Ruthie and I took care of the house and the cooking and laundry. We talked a lot and got to know each other a lot better. Dad went back to work the following week and Mom came out to the living room and kitchen more but still spent a lot of time in her bedroom.

Aunt Ruthie and I were sitting in the living room one day waiting for the laundry to dry. Mom was in her room. This particular day Ruthie was wearing a pair of jeans that were so tight it looked like she poured into them, as they say. She looked really good in them as she has a killer ass. She had a light blue t-shirt on that looked like it was a size or 2 too small and it showed off her rack quite well. And I forgot to mention she has a pretty impressive rack. Not huge by any means, but very nice. I don't particularly care for the huge ones, anyway. The shirt was so tight I could see the impression of her bra under it. And it was kind of low cut in the front showing a little 'Y' between her boobs. She had cowboy boots on but took them off when we sat down to relax. She looked quite sexy. And I told her she looked nice. She thanked me and said I was sweet.

I went to the bathroom. When I came back Ruthie was sitting there with her eyes closed, her head laying back on the sofa, and she was rubbing her tits with one hand and had the other between her legs rubbing her crotch. Shocked, I wasn't sure what to do. So I quietly went back down the hall and called out to tell her I would be there in a minute, that I had to grab my phone charger from my room. When I went back the next time she was just sitting there.

We talked and she asked about my school, my studies, any girlfriends, that kind of stuff. I told her I had dated a few girls but there was no one special. And that currently I was single. She said "I find that hard to believe. I'm surprised some pretty young thing hasn't snatched you up. I mean, you're a really handsome young man. Plus, you've got a nice body. And you're smart as a whip. Whatever that means. I never did know what that saying meant."

"Me neither. But thank you."

"So you don't have a girlfriend here at home that you hang out with when you're here?"

"No, not really. I mean, yeah, there's a couple of girls I see sometimes when I'm here, but not boyfriend/girlfriend type stuff. Just friends hanging out."

"You know, I kinda miss those days. Dating different people, doing different places, doing different things. Don't get me wrong, I love Brock. And I love being married, but just sometimes I miss the single life. Is that wrong of me?"

"No. I don't think so. I'm sure everybody feels that way at times. Or I guess they do anyway."

"Yeah, probably. I was sitting here thinking about Brock while you were in the bathroom. I miss him. If I wasn't married I wouldn't have to miss him, I could just go out with somebody else. But I don't really want to go out with anybody else. I just miss him."

"I'm sure he misses you, too. If he don't, there's something wrong with him."

"Thank you. I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm kinda horny. Me and Brock have a great sex life, and I ain't used to going this long without sex. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you that. Now I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be. It's okay. I've heard you and Mom talking before. About sex. Sounds like you both have a pretty good sex life. Not that I was eavesdropping or anything, but sometimes you 2 got pretty wound up talking about it."

"Sorry. I didn't realize you heard."

"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm kinda glad to know Mom and Dad still have a good sex life. And you, too. Although I guess I am kinda jealous, too. I'm not getting any action since coming home on break."

"Sorry to hear that."

"Yeah. Well. Thanks. But I'll be going back to school here in a few more weeks. I'm sure I can find some lonely young lady to help out."

"I'm sure you will. And she'll be lucky to have you."

"Ruthie," Mom called from her bedroom.

"Better go see what she needs. It's been really nice talking with you. Thanks," said Ruthie.

"My pleasure. I enjoyed it, too."

CHAPTER 3

The next day Ruthie and I straightened up the house a little. There wasn't much to do. Then we went to the grocery store to pick up what we needed for supper that evening and a few other things we were out of. I was finding out all this housekeeping and shopping and stuff was pretty boring. But I was glad to be able to help Mom and Dad a little. Plus it was kinda nice to hang out with Ruthie. As I said, I think she's a hottie. Today she was wearing a pair of black spandex pants. You know, the ones that fit like a second skin. They showed her ass beautifully, and the shapes of her legs. Her shirt today was a tank top. As usual, it was tight and showed off her glorious tits. She wore low heels on her feet. She had put her make-up on, not that she needed any, and splashed on some perfume. I noticed a lot of guys turning to look when she walked by. I was proud to be seen with her. Although I was obviously younger than her I made it a point to put my hand on the small of her back or around her shoulders to give the impression that she was mine. Maybe she realized what I was doing and played along by holding my hand as we shopped.

I think she was getting into it. Because she started bending over to look at stuff on the lower shelves. And stretching to reach stuff on the top, which pulled her shirt up, revealing bare skin between her pants and the bottom of her shirt. We shopped and looked at different things and talked about what we could fix for different meals. She said, "This is kinda fun. I never have anybody to shop with at home. Brock hates to shop."

"Yeah. It is kind of fun when you have someone to do it with."

We finished up and took our purchases home. As we were putting the food away Ruthie was putting canned goods in the cabinet and I was purring stuff in the fridge. She said, "Devon, can you give me a hand? I can't reach the top shelf to put this up there."

"Sure." I went over to the cabinet where she was. She was still standing there, stretching, trying to reach. I stepped up behind her and reached up and took the box of macaroni from her hand and put it on the top shelf. In this position I was right up against her backside. I was aware of my crotch pressing into her butt. And I liked it.

"Thank you," she said. "It sucks to be short. Thankfully I've got a tall person around."

"You're welcome. And actually you're not all that short. Not like Mom. She can't even reach the second shelf up, much less the top one."

"Well, I wish I was a little taller. It sure would come in handy."

"You're perfect just the way you are."

"Awww. Thank you."

We set about making supper. It was 4 o'clock and Dad gets home about 5:30, so we try to have supper ready then and we all sit down and eat together. Tonight we were making salisbury steak, green beans, and fried potatoes. Ruthie is also a good cook. While we were preparing the meal Aunt Ruthie would sometimes touch my arm, or hold my hand to guide me in how to do something. Or bump her hip against mine in a playful manner. I enjoyed all of this immensely. I didn't know why she was doing it, but I enjoyed it. I assumed she was just playing and making a mundane task more enjoyable. Whatever the reason, I liked it. I liked being around this beautiful, sexy woman, even if she was my aunt.

Mom, Dad, Aunt Ruthie, and I had a very enjoyable meal together and had some good conversation. Dad went to shower, Mom went to the living room to watch TV, and Ruthie and I cleaned up the kitchen. We all sat down and watched a movie. Then we called it a night. Mom and Dad went to bed. I went to shower. Then Ruthie showered. She and I shared the bathroom in the hall. Mom and Dad had their own in the master bedroom. She knocked on my door before going to bed. "Come in."

"I hope I'm not disturbing you. I just want to thank you for helping me. I'm really happy to be here to help out, but having you here to help ME makes it so much easier. And more fun, too. Thank you."

As she was talking I couldn't help but notice her attire. She had her pajamas on, which consisted of a pair of thin pink cotton shorts and a red tank top. Her legs looked spectacular and I could see her nipples poking against her shirt. I guess it was cold when she got out of the shower.

"No need to thank me. She's my Mom. It's my responsibility to help her. And I enjoy helping you help her. You make it enjoyable for me, too."

"Good. Thanks. Good night."

"Good night."

CHAPTER 4

The next several days went much the same. I had come to the conclusion that Aunt Ruthie liked teasing. Not only me, but men in general. I even noticed Dad looking a few rimes. She always dressed sexily and put on a show. Which was fine by me. I liked it. And I continued to act like we were a couple when we went to the store. We had to go to Walmart to get toiletries and cleaning supplies. Ruthie went to change before we went. She put on a white skirt with roses and other assorted flowers on it. It was one of those pleated type skirts that hangs loosely and came down to a few inches above her knees. She wore a blue v-neck button-up blouse that didn't tuck in. Her shoes were a pair of sandals. We went in her car because it is an SUV, whereas mine is a coupe. So hers has more room for the stuff we were going to get. I snuck glances at her legs as she drove. I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but she has killer legs. When she got in the car her skirt slid up a little. She pulled it back down some but there was still plenty on display. I also discreetly checked out her breasts. She had left the top 2 buttons of her blouse undone and sometimes if she moved her arms just right while steering the car I caught a glimpse of her bra under her shirt. She kept her eyes on the road ahead and I kept my eyes on her.

She pulled up to the gas pumps at Walmart and said she needed to fill up. I told her to sit tight, that I would get it. "Awww. That's sweet. But I don't mind."

"Just sit tight. I got it."

"Okay. Thanks. Here's my card." I got the gas started and grabbed the scrubber to wash the windshield. I hadn't thought about it but it turned out to be a good decision. She was sitting there looking in the mirror on her visor putting on lipstick. She was leaning forward to see better and that caused her partially unbuttoned shirt to gap open and give me a nice view of the tops of her tits inside her bra. And also a good look at her legs. It appeared as if her skirt had ridden up a little more, I guess as a result of moving around in the seat while driving and then leaning forward to look at herself in the mirror.. I took my time washing the windshield. She thanked me profusely when I got back in the car.

While we were shopping she did her regular routine of bending over to look at stuff on the bottom, and stretching to see stuff up top. This was even better with the skirt, as it pulled up when she stretched. Sometimes she squatted to look at the bottom shelf and her skirt would slide up her legs. Once she lost her balance and fell backwards. She put her hands behind her to catch herself but landed on her butt. Her legs spread and I saw that she was wearing blue panties. I laughed and she turned red. I offered her a hand to help her up. Then she laughed, too.

We finished shopping and went home. While she was bent over putting stuff in the cabinet under the sink I took the opportunity to watch from behind. Her skirt pulled up in the back, of course, and showed quite a bit of the backs of her thighs, but not quite enough to show her ass cheeks. Then I was squatting down putting stuff in another cabinet and she bent over towards me to hand me something. Her shirt gapped open and I gazed at her bra covered breasts. Her bra was the same blue as her panties I had seen earlier. I wasn't 100% positive she was doing all these things on purpose, but I strongly suspected that she was. She loved having men look at her, plain and simple. And I was a willing looker. Although, as I said earlier, I knew I shouldn't think like that about my Mom's sister. But it was just looking, I rationalized.

We all had supper together again, as we always do. Then we talked a while, and watched a little TV, then we all headed to our respective showers and rooms. I showered first, then Aunt Ruthie went in to shower. I was laying in bed picturing her in the shower naked and stroking my cock. Then I heard my bedroom door opening. I jerked the sheet up over my hard cock. Aunt Ruthie said, "I'm sorry. I knocked but you didn't answer. So I thought I'd peep in and see if you were asleep. I hope I didn't wake you."

I didn't know if she had seen what I was doing or not. I know I turned red, but I tried to be nonchalant in case she hadn't seen. "No. I wasn't asleep. Just laying here thinking. I didn't hear you knock. Sorry."

"That's okay. I'm sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to say good night. And thank you again for making my stay here more enjoyable."

"You didn't disturb me. And thank you for making my time here more enjoyable as well."

"Good. Thanks. Good night."

"Good night."

I was totally embarrassed, not knowing if she had seen me or not. She didn't let on if she did. I think she would have just shut the door and left if she had. So I told myself she hadn't. Then I got to thinking about her again. When she came in she had on a nightgown. It was baby blue, sheer, and short. You could see her bra and bottoms through the material. They were a darker blue. It hung to just below her butt cheeks. And Damn! She looked good. I think it was some more of her teasing. I imagined stripping that nightgown off of her and finished rubbing one off.

CHAPTER 5

That weekend Ruthie's husband Brock came to visit. I like Brock. He's a good guy. He's nice to everybody, and helps when and where he can. He's always been very kind to me and offered to help with my studies if I needed anything. There were a couple of times I took him up on that offer. He got there Saturday in the early afternoon and stayed until Sunday afternoon. It was about an 8 hour drive. Then he went back home to go back to work Monday. Aunt Ruthie seemed really happy to see him.

Monday Ruthie and I were just hanging out. There was nothing that needed to be done. Mom had gone out to lunch with one of her friends. Of course Dad was at work.

We were sitting on the sofa. I was reading one of my textbooks so I wouldn't forget everything I had learned. Ruthie was reading a novel. She laid her book down and sighed. "Something wrong?" I asked.

"No. That book's boring as can be. Sorry to interrupt you."

"You're fine. I'm ready to put mine down, too. I think I've read enough for one day. Did you want to do something else?"

"I don't know. I'm just bored, I guess. At home there's always something I can do. If I didn't have anything to do there I could always go out with a friend or something."

"I'm your friend. What do you want to do?"

She put her hand on my arm. "Awww. That's so sweet. You are the kindest person. But I don't want to tie up your day. I know you've got studying to do. And your own friends to hang out with. But thanks for offering."

"Actually, I'm done studying. I was just trying to stay on top of things while I'm out on break. And my friends are all either at their part time job or out with their girlfriends. So I'm all yours. And besides. I like hanging out with you."

"Well thank you. I like hanging out with you, too."

We talked a little bit. Then there was a lull in the conversation. "Can I tell you something private?"

"Sure. Are you sure you want to if it's private?"

"Yeah. It's not a secret or anything. Just something I want to talk about."

"Okay. Shoot."

"You know over the weekend when Brock was here?"

"Yeah."

"He wanted to make love. And I wanted to, too. BAD! I needed to. It's been 3 weeks. I never go that long without sex. We usually do it at least 3 or 4 times a week, if not more. But I was afraid you would hear us since your room's right next door. It was really, really hard to say no to him. I wanted it some kind of bad. And he did, too. But I just couldn't. And now I can't get it out of my mind. I love sex. And to go this long without it is torture. It's all I can think about. I'm sorry to burden you with this but I just had to say it out loud. These are the kind of things me and your mom usually talk about, but I don't want to burden her with it while she's recuperating. I thought it might help, but it didn't. And now I'm just embarrassed that I told you all this."

"It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. Sometimes it does help to say things out loud. It does me, anyway. And I understand completely about going without for a while. It's been 6 weeks for me now. I'm about ready to explode. And it wouldn't have bothered me in the least if I had heard you. Well, maybe a little. In light of the fact that I'm not getting any. I might have gotten jealous. But I wouldn't have embarrassed you about it or anything. I've heard Mom and Dad going at it quite a few times. I guess being a loud lovemaker runs in the family."