The lights dimmed, flickered, then went out as I sat reading a book late on Friday night. This storm was a bad one, the weather man said it would be but I didn't think it would be this bad.
A few minutes later a sharp series of knocks at the door startled me as I was looking for a lighter to light candles. Smiling to myself at my own foolishness I went to answer the door. A flash of lightning illuminated a tall broad-shouldered figure at the door.
Opening the door I greeted him, "Hey Brad, what's up?"
"Hi Aunt Charlotte, my dad wanted me to come make sure you were ok and stay with you, if you wanted, till the storm is over."
Opening the door wide I pulled him in "It's raining like crazy out there, get your ass in here. I just lost power right before you knocked, you guys have lights over there?" Looking across the street at his house he said "Nah, that's why dad sent me, thought you might be scared in the new house with no lights."
"Well get out of that jacket, I'll light a fire while you go get a towel from the upstairs linen cupboard." Brad took off his shoes and jacket and bounded up the stairs in the dark. "Don't trip over that box in the hallway by the bedroom." I called out. "I won't." I heard the cupboard open then close."Where is it again?" Thud. "FUCK! I found it." He groaned as he walked down the stairs with the towel wrapped around his neck, rubbing his thigh.
"What did you do?" I asked with a chuckle.
"I tripped over the damn box and stabbed my thigh on the corner of the hall table." he complained.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah I think it's just a scrape but I couldn't see it."
"Here, come by the fire and look at it, I'll turn my head." I said with a smile.
"Aunt Charlotte, I don't have anything you haven't seen before, it's OK." With that said he proceeded to unbutton, unzip and pull his pants down past a slightly bloody welt on his upper thigh.
"I'd better clean that out or you'll get an infection."
"Nah, it's alright." he said as he started pulling his jeans back up.
I put my hand on his, looked him in the eye and said "No, it's not, it needs to be cleaned."
I guess here is where I will explain a few things. My name is Charlotte and I just turned 30 last month. I'm 5'6 and 152 pounds, brown hair and eyes with a 40C bust. I'm sure some would call that fat but not me, I used to be fat, almost 250lbs at my heaviest. When I started working out, watching what I ate and dropping the pounds my husband lost interest, apparently he only likes big girls. When I found him in our bed with the neighbor his excuse was that he no longer found me sexy, now that I wasn't fat. Needless to say a divorce is in the works.
While I have no children of my own I do have a large family. My mom had 3 girls before she met my step-dad and he had 3 boys and 2 girls of his own. After the wedding they had twins, a boy and a girl. This brought our total # to 10, with me right in the middle. As the years went by my siblings had kids and I became an Aunt, many, many times. My oldest nephew is 27 and my youngest niece was just born so there's quite a range in ages.
I just bought a house across the street from my oldest brother, he and his wife have 2 boys, Brad 18 and Greg 17. They both helped me move in but I must confess that Brad has always been my favorite. He has the height, build and intelligence of his father but the blonde hair and blue eyes of his mother. Quite an interesting combination to look at: blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, 6'3 with a 6-pack. Did I mention big feet? He wears a size 14 and has to special order his shoes online. Anyway...
As I went into the kitchen to get the cotton balls, alcohol, band aids, and antibiotic ointment from the first aid kit I realized that I was alone in the dark with a man for the first time in 8 months. He is my nephew but unfortunately I still found him attractive. I've found myself checking him out, watching him talk, looking at the front of his jeans to try to determine if the big feet-big cock saying is true with him. I rummaged under the sink for the kit and found myself thinking about him in this way again, my panties were instantly damp. Shaking my head I grabbed the kit and returned to the living room.
Brad was sitting on the couch next to the fire, gazing into it. His pants were down around his ankles with his knees slightly apart. He was wearing boxers that you could almost see up the leg of. I walked over to him and knelt on the floor beside him, putting the kit on the couch. I took out my supplies without saying anything or looking at his face but I could tell that he was watching me.
"This is going to sting but I have to clean it out." I put my left hand on his thigh in case he jerked at the touch and dabbed at his cut with the other hand. To his credit he didn't jump or gasp as the alcohol burned his scraped skin. I would have if it were me but then again I like the sting of alcohol on an open cut, strange thing to like but it's true.
After I finished cleaning the cut out I applied some antibiotic ointment to my finger and rubbed it gently over the scrape. I looked up into his eyes when he inhaled deeply to see if I had hurt him but I couldn't read his expression. "Does that hurt?" I asked.
"No." was all he said in reply but his eyes held mine for a split second longer before I returned to my task.
"It's not really that bad, I don't think I need a band-aid." he said as I was about to rip open the package. "I don't want to have to rip the hair off my leg and have 2 bald patches later anyway."
Leaning back on my heels I looked at the now shiny scrape."Well at least you let me clean it out so it's up to you but that ointment is going to get all over your pants."
"Right! I'll just stay like this till it dries, these jeans cost me 95 bucks."
"Holy shit Brad, I could buy 2 whole outfits for that much! You're nuts paying that for just one pair of jeans."
Brushing an imaginary speck of lint from his shirt he countered "Well you know, it costs a lot of money to look this good!"
"Oh God, someone's got a big head! Conceited ass! Like you're that good looking? Whatever!" We both started laughing at that statement because he WAS that good looking and we both knew it.
The laughter died down and we both stared into the fire for a while. Why the hell I didn't get off the floor is beyond me, but here I was kneeling in front of my very attractive nephew who had his pants down around his ankles. I chuckled at the absurdity of the situation and I saw Brad look at me out of the corner of my eye but didn't explain myself so he asked "What's funny?"
