In near desperation Faye Monroe called her youngest sister Tess. She was attempting to find accommodation for her son Harry for all of June while she and husband Alex toured Europe.
Faye, who lived in LA, said it didn't suit Tess's sisters Beth and Rosemary who lived in San Jose and Sacramento to take him.
"With your sisters and husbands both living in small apartments with children, I can understand their reluctance to take Harry for longer than a couple of nights. Alex and I are taking mom with us so that bed option is out."
Tess said happily, "Yes sure mom, no problem. I don't know what Fiona will say but it will be okay. Steve will be down south for most of June supervising construction of his company's new plant."
"Oh will it really be okay with you and Fiona having a 20-year old college guy staying without a man in the house? I'm thinking of your neighbors."
"Our neighbor keep out of our hair, and we virtually snub them so no problem."
"So it's all right then?"
"Certainly. How's your sex life going darling?"
* * *
Tess met Harry at Hector Airport and almost didn't recognize him. In the two years since she'd last seen him he'd grown taller and was beginning to muscle up. Faye had said he was playing college football so had a non-stop fitness program to follow. As for the spots on his face that Fiona had complained about when they were last together, they were gone along with his teen years.
"Hi Aunt Tess. Where's Fi?"
"Just Tess will do. She left this morning for Florida. Her boyfriend's grandparents invited her to accompany him there."
"Then it's just you and me?"
"Yes darling, sorry about that. Your boring old aunt will try to find some young people for you to socialize with. I guess some of Fiona's friends will not have gone away although the young tend to believe North Dakota is not the place to spend summer."
"They'll be too young for me being around Fiona's age. I imagine she's looking forward to starting college?"
They were walking to collect Harry's bags. Tess said firmly, "Don't be too set in dating only females your age darling. You never know what you might be missing."
"What an older woman like you?" he grinned.
Tess's almost tripped over her feet thinking this was going to be easier than she'd expected.
"Mom and grandma sent their love. They left this morning. They'd decided to fly to Montreal and stay three days because they'd not been there before. Will you be okay with just me in the house? I mean what will your neighbors think?"
"Yes I'll be fine. I'm your aunt Harry."
"Yes I know that and you know that?" he said, glancing at her and then she was aware his focus had settled on her breast. She smiled secretly. It had been worthwhile hitching them up uncomfortably high that morning.
Harry unpacked in the guestroom thinking if Tess updated her clothes and wore decent make-up, he could be tempted to have a go. But she had meager sex appeal and because of her personal neglect looked as old as his mom despite being seven years younger.
They got through that evening and the next day and evening without reducing themselves into mutants. Surprisingly Harry proved to be a both a good listener and talker and shared some of Tess's interests, just a few. Her quest to learn of his interests stopped when he looked at her steadily and said, "Drinking with the guys, partying and having great sex."
She wanted to tell him how could anyone extract the benefits of creative socializing from those activities but refrained, vaguely remembering they may have come close to her priority interests at his age although she would have expressed such interests more delicately.
"How many times a night do you and Uncle Steve have sex?"
Tess's mind appeared to switch off. Blood pounded her head and her fingers curled spontaneously and she was sure he'd said how many times a NIGHT. God who had sex that often? For years Steve had been reduced to slipping between her legs three times a month, perhaps four times if they'd been out drinking and lust seized them, er he'd yawn and say what about it and she'd nod and would say providing he didn't take too long because she was sleepy.
Harry was talking to her again. Her mind resumed transmission.
He said, "I was just interested. You don't have to answer or wring my neck for being impertinent."
"Usually three times."
"Jesus," he snorted and sounded impressed. At that point she realized she'd meant to add a month but somehow that had filtered out of her intended confession. But no she didn't want to add she meant a month and having him switch off.
"But I also lie."
He grinned and she laughed and knew that had concluded that conversation with no harm being done.
"Do you masturbate?"
"No," she shrieked. "I'm off to bed."
God the only other person to have ever asked her that question was her mom when Tess had been in her teens."
The nerve of the asshole. She should have slapped his face.
Next morning Tess was standing at the bathroom doorway nude and bent wide at the knees, playing with her pussy and brushing her teeth with her free hand while watching 'Breakfast' on TV across the room. Harry came in with coffee.
"Harry!" she screamed in shock, standing petrified.
"Sorry, I should have knocked," he said. "I see you are doing your morning exercises. Nice tits. I'll leave your coffee beside your bed and get breakfast underway."
"Harry?"
"Yes?" he asked, turning to look at the toothbrush being held in one of her two hands shielding her vulva, perhaps thinking that was an unusual place to have teeth.
"Promise me you'll never tell a single soul you caught me like this?"
"Sure Jess I promise. It's no big deal. Women who claim they don't do it are liars or else are selfishly denying their bodies."
"Get out of my bedroom Harry."
"Sure but don't forget to finish off what you were doing."
Tess sat on the bath shaking. Christ he hadn't turned a hair and had seen her with three fingers in her vagina. She'd never be able to talk to him or even face him again.
Ten minutes later Tess walked into the kitchen intending to say she'd simply being straightening curly hair down there and he was never to go into her bedroom again.
"Oh hi, you are looking calmer than I expected," he said, pulling out her chair. "Please sit and have your juice while I make you an omelet. May I ask why don't you clip your pubic hair?"
"I-I have thought about it often. Steve suggested a couple of times that I should remove all that hair."
"I prefer it clipped."
Accepting that once again her control of their conversation had been lost, Tess sighed and said, "Seen a lot of clipped and shaven pussy have you?"
"A bit. It began at college when I was plowing my way through the females in my class willing to be with me but this year there are four female lecturers that have been keeping me happy, and some other guys also I suspect. Three of them clip but most of the female students shave either completely or almost so."
"Well that makes you experienced."
"Has mom told you I often clip her and shave the edges?"
"What! God she's your mother."
The redhead grinned, creasing his freckles and made Tess feel such a fool when he said, "Yeah right." Of course he knew who was his mother.
"H-how...?
Tess couldn't go on.
"It's usually on a Sunday morning when dad is at golf. Mom will call out "Clip time" and that usually provides a welcome break from my studies. She'll be ready for me, lying on a towel on the bed with her legs well apart. She always has a top on."
"God well that's something."
"When I finish I usually lick and finger her until she comes."
"Do you... do you...?" Tess croaked.
"No she refuses to let me push my dick into her or to even allow me to unzip."
"Oh you poor boy," Tess said sarcastically and was horrified when he said did she want him to do it to her."
"What?" she croaked.
"Clip you," Harry said, flipping the omelet expertly, placing on the grated cheese, chopped tomato and parsley, and folding it and serving.
"God this is better than I do an omelet."
"Those female tutors I mention are all great cooks, one of them has worked in the kitchen of her parents' restaurants since she was twelve."
Just as Tess forked her first taste of omelet into her mouth Harry said, "If you want me to fuck you just indicate your interest."
Tess's eyes bulged but she thought it indelicate to scream at him with her mouth full. Harry grinned at her and left the room. God he was acting like a man rather than a 20-year-old kid.
He returned dressed for running. "I don't eat before I go running. I think you'll be a good fuck as you move well and don't carry much extra weight. How old are you?"
She answered on auto, "Thirty-seven."
"Oh same age as my lecturers Patricia and Annie. Both of them are married."
Stunned, Tess watched him smile and wave goodbye.
"Bye," she managed.
God he probably had a pole-sized cock to attract sexually active lecturers. No way would he get that up her but then she remembered that was contrary to her intention.
Tess made the beds, not wanting to think of him, but that only made her think of him. She'd decided to allow him to clip her pubic hair but had scolded he was not to lick her. Her next thought was how long was his tongue.
She groaned. She had intended to fuck him but the plan was for her to make the play.
Harry returned from running, all hot and sweaty.
Tess got straight into it.
"Harry I'm your aunt, a married woman and no way..."
"I'm only twenty Tess. Imagine being fucked by a guy seventeen years your junior. It will be something to remember long after Uncle Steve no longer engages in sex with you."
"I... I..."
Tess couldn't think of what she wanted to say.
Finally she managed, "Go shower you oaf and don't think of me if you touch your dick."
She was appalled she'd added that last bit. Why was she attempting to rile him? Oh god, the grin on his face meant he knew she was saying what she didn't mean.
He entered the kitchen and she served him scrambled eggs, not wishing him to look at her version of an omelet.
"Oh what perfect eggs, with no sign of excess liquid. Thank you. I am privileged."
God what a Casanova going on about scrambled eggs like that. She's been making scrambled eggs since she was six.
She blushed and said it was her pleasure.
