We pulled up in front of the farmhouse and as we did, the screen door swung open as my Aunt Claire emerged. Now that I knew what had been going on between her and Sven, I looked at her in a different way; as a woman, not just as my aunt. And I have to say, as I gave her a good visual appraisal, she easily passed the test.
She had on a bright yellow floral sundress that looked really good on her; very bright and cheery. The bodice of the dress hugged her form suggestively while the skirt flared out nicely over her wide womanly hips. It came to about her knees and I could see the smooth tanned skin of her shapely legs that led down into smart-looking white sandals. I looked back up to the top; it was sleeveless with a bit of a scoop neck with three buttons at her cleavage. The top two looked like she had plucked them open to reveal a teasing glimpse of her big heavy tits. As she stood provocatively at the front edge of the porch with her hands on her wide hips, I noticed how big and round her breasts were. They covered the full breadth of her chest and the smooth creamy skin of the upper swells drew your eye enticingly to her deep cleavage. They thrust well out from her body and looked like they would feel nice and heavy in your hands.
She hadn't worn anything this revealing since I'd been there and I knew that with her husband being at the far side of the ranch for most of the day, she must be doing this for Sven's benefit. Her hair looked nicer than I'd seen it too. She usually wore it pulled back in a ponytail, but today, she'd let it down and the soft brunette waves cascaded down over her shoulders and framed her pretty face attractively.
"Well, look at you in your new clothes, Joey," she announced as I stepped out of the truck. "You look very handsome." That made me blush instantly. I looked up at her and she gave me a dazzling warm smile that just about made me melt. There was something about knowing the sexual secrets about a woman that really changed the way you thought of her. I found it hard to look at her without thinking of Sven impaling her with that monstrous cock of his.
"Thank you mam," I replied with an impish grin.
"Have you heard from Ben today?" Sven asked as he leaned against the back of the pickup.
"Yes," she replied and I could see her trying to suppress a smile. "He said it was coming along slower than he thought. They're going to be there for another two or three hours. He said he'd call when they were getting ready to leave." Sven looked at her knowingly and gave a subtle nod.
"C'mon Kid, we've got groceries to unload," he said as he opened the cooler in the back of the pickup's bed.
"Yes sir," I replied as he passed me bags of food. Between the three of us, we got the bags into the kitchen and Aunt Claire proceeded to tell us what went where. She chatted easily to me and I felt very relaxed and comfortable in her presence. This was the first real chance I'd had to be around her for any length of time and I enjoyed her company; even if she was a woman. That was something I hadn't been used to. Most of the women in the foster homes I'd been in had always either tried too hard, or been very cold and aloof. I don't know, maybe it was some kind of "vibe" I gave off, I had always had difficulty with women. With Aunt Claire though, her casual and friendly demeanor allowed me to relax and it was nice to be near her. Of course, I kept sneaking peeks at those voluptuous breasts of hers or watching the way her dress swayed over her round bum as she moved about the kitchen. I could see Sven looking at her too and it excited me as I thought about what he had planned.
We had nearly everything put away when Aunt Claire said, "Oh Sven, I wonder if you could take a look and see if you could fix a shelf in the bedroom closet for me?" Sven had told me to expect her to say something like this.
"Oh sure. What's wrong with it?"
"It's uh.....it's kind of tippy." I don't know whether she was making this up or if there was a real problem and she was just using this as an excuse to get Sven into her bedroom. Whatever it was, Sven's response told me he was going to have fun with the whole situation. He knew she wanted him bad; and he was going to playfully make her suffer just a little longer.
"Tippy?" he replied. "Maybe it's a problem with your slot."
"Wh...what?" she looked at him with her mouth hanging open in surprise.
"Those shelves usually slide right into a slot. If it's tippy, maybe your slot is too big. Do you think that might be it? Do you think your slot might be too loose?" I had to suppress my urge to laugh out loud after he said that.
"I....I don't know. I didn't think so," she said tentatively and I could see her turning red right before my eyes.
"Well, okay, I'll probably have to get my hand right in there and see if your slot is tight enough." Her eyes opened wide as she listened to what he was saying. "For it to work the way it's supposed to, that shelf should just be able to slide nice and smooth right into the slot. I'll need to make sure your slot is just the right size. It should kind of just hug the shelf snugly, but still allow it to slide back and forth smoothly."
"Oh....uh....okay," she replied and I could see she was still blushing.
"What about your rod?"
"WHAT?" she almost burst out in astonishment.
"Yeah, your closet rod. Usually the shelf and rod come as complete package and work together. Since you say the shelf's been a bit floppy, I'm wondering if the rod you're using is too small."
"Oh....I....I don't know."
"It might be as simple as giving you a bigger rod," Sven said and I saw the subtle smile lurking behind his eyes.
