Author’s note: Please read my other stories as well . . . “A Summer At Home: Parts 1-3” and also “Christmas Break.”
After my parents suddenly died in a car accident, it was decided that I would move in with my Aunt Sally. At first, I was opposed to the idea . . . it was the summer before my senior year in high school and the last thing I wanted to do was move to a new town, enroll in a different school, find a new job, and try making new friends. The truth was, I also didn’t know my Aunt Sally very well. My mother had always referred to her little sister as the “black sheep” of the family . . . although I never really understood why. Before the funeral, the last time I remember meeting my aunt was when I was only six-years old, and she was heading off to college. And now, twelve years later, I was being told that I had live with a woman that I barely knew and someone I had almost no memories of.
For the first few weeks after moving in, I actually saw very little of my aunt. It seemed that she was always working. I also think that she really didn’t know how to deal with the loss of her older sister or my sudden re-appearance in her life, so she just tried to stay busy. As for me, I just spent a lot of time in my room, by myself. Honestly, I was thankful for the time alone . . . it helped me to sort through my thoughts and feelings, and perhaps even navigate the whole grieving process a little quicker.
However, as the summer progressed, I was able to find opportunities to spend some time with Aunt Sally and we started talking more and getting reacquainted. I learned of the reason why my mother always referred to her as the “black sheep” . . . when my aunt was away at college, she met an older guy and moved in with him. My mother, who was almost 14 years older and has always looked after Aunt Sally after my grandparents passed away, disapproved of the relationship and there was a break in the relationship. I also learned that Sally had lived with this guy for almost six years before they broke up. Since that time, she had gone from relationship to relationship, dating an unending line of “jerks,” as she called them, and now she was happy just living on her own.
As I talked to my aunt, I started to notice that she was still a very attractive woman. She was barely 30-years old, but still looked like was just out of college. However, it wasn’t until that fateful day late in the summer, that I realized exactly how sexy my aunt really was.
It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just finished mowing the lawn. Ever since I had moved in, I tried to be helpful with the chores and doing different odd job around the house. Aunt Sally referred to me as “the man of the house” now, which kind of made me feel good, and she was always thanking me for helping her out. Anyway, it was a hot summer day and after finishing with the yard-work, I had decided that instead of taking a shower, I was going to simply go for a swim in the pool. Walking around back, I noticed that Aunt Sally was laying out in a deck chair by the pool, which really got my attention.
For some reason, until that point I had not really paid much attention to her appearance. Sally usually wore conservative business suits to work during the day, and often lounged around in sweats while wearing her glasses and no make-up in the evenings. On this day however, she was wearing a hot pink, two-piece bikini, which showed off her full body tan very nicely. Her long blonde her, which she usually had pinned up, was down around her shoulders. Her full, pouty lips glistened in the sunlight. But it was her incredibly sexy body that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. I knew that Sally worked out three to four times a week, but she always changed at the gym, so this was my first close-up glimpse of her body. She had firm, full tits – at least 36c’s – and her nipples poked through the material of her bikini, as if begging for attention. Her tummy was also firm and flat, and she had slender hips, and long shapely legs. A bulge started to grow in my shorts as I stared at her.
I didn’t realize that I had been checking out my aunt until she looked up at me and cleared her throat to get my attention. I looked away in embarrassment and she giggled a little.
“Danny, honey . . . would you be a dear and please come over here and rub some suntan lotion on my back?” she asked me coyly.
“Ummm, sure thing Aunt Sally.” I replied.
“I thought we already talked about this . . . please just call me ‘Sally’. ‘Aunt Sally’ always makes me feel so old!”
“Sorry about that! I guess that I just need to get used to the idea,” I simply replied.
I walked over to her hesitantly, hoping she wouldn’t notice the bulge in my shorts that only seemed to be growing larger. She grabbed the suntan lotion, and looked up at me and smiled as she handed me the bottle. She then rolled over onto her stomach, and I sat down on the edge of the chair next to her. Slowly, I began applying the lotion to her shoulders and then her back. She surprised me by reaching around and untying her bikini top, letting the material fall to her sides. I could barely see the swell of her breasts from the side and I was certain she heard me gasp a little as I rubbed the lotion into her back.
