It was a Friday night and I wasn't on a date. It was only a few weeks until graduation, but I wasn't at a party. I was eighteen years old, but you wouldn't have guessed it. Instead of being out with my girlfriend or with my friends, I was babysitting for my two cousins. It wasn't because I liked the kids, even though I did. The main reason that I was here almost every weekend was to have a chance to spend some time with my Aunt Michelle.
My Aunt was in her late 30's, maybe, but didn't look a year older than 25. Her husband, my Uncle, was always working overseas and didn't give her the attention that she craved. I had heard her a few times masturbating with her vibrator in her bedroom on nights that I was over. The sounds alone were enough to make me go at it myself.
It was obvious why I was attracted to my Aunt, as unnatural as it may sound. She had a gorgeous face, with big pretty blue eyes and full, pink lips complimented by a straight, gleaming smile. Her body was simply delicious, curvy in all the right places and always tanned to perfection. She had the looks of a Playboy model, but had settled for a suburban housewife.
This particular night she had gone out with a few friends for dinner. My Uncle was out of the country on business as usual and I was happy to look after the kids. They were no problem, very low-maintenance. I played a few games with them, heated up some dinner, and sent them to bed before 10. Afterwards, I crashed on the sofa in just a pair of shorts and tried to doze off.
I drifted in and out of sleep several times within the next few hours. It wasn't until near 2 AM that I heard the key turn in the doorknob and the door slowly swing open. I sat up and caught eyes with my aunt. She smiled, took off her coat, and walked into the living room.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?" she asked.
"No, no... I couldn't sleep."
"Did everything go all right?"
"Yeah, it was fine. Connor might be coming down with a cold, I think. I sent him to bed early."
"Oh, he was sneezing earlier today."
She sat down on the couch by my legs and placed a hand on my exposed stomach, running her fingers over my abs.
"You're such a good kid, Jason," she whispered sweetly.
"Thanks," I answered with a smile. Her hands were still warm and I could smell perfume on her when she was this close.
"You're working out, aren't you? For baseball?" she asked.
"Yeah, coach has us in the weight room every day after school," I replied.
"The girls must be all over you..."
"Well, I do okay," I said with a laugh. She ran a hand through my curly, brown hair and sighed.
"I wish that your uncle would take care of himself like you do," she said longingly.
"Hm," I responded, not able to think of a proper response.
"It'd be nice to come home to a body like this..."
"Well, he must be more than satisfied with a woman like you," I said suggestively.
"What do you mean?" she asked with a sly grin.
"You know, a pretty face... good figure... shit, I'm sorry," I rambled, blushing harder by the second.
"No, no... go on," she pleaded.
"Well, I just meant that you're... hot? I guess, I don't know..." I said awkwardly.
She tossed her hair and smiled.
"Really? I mean, would guys your age think so?"
"Totally... you're hot... you're really fucking hot!" I said, laughing out loud.
"I'm fucking hot..." she repeated, smiling and laughing with me.
We sat together, basking in this newfound realization for a few moments.
