It had been nearly a year since Jim's funeral, and his wife Sadie was adjusting well enough. He co-owned a rather well to do heavy construction company with two others, and still got his hands into it when he could. Which is what got him killed. A scaffold collapsed, and he drug three guys out before the rest came down on top of him. Wanting nothing to do with the business, she sold the company to his partners. She still had the occasional breakdown, but they were fewer and farther between. Having her nephew Bill near her was a mixed blessing. He was a genuine comfort having a knack for fixing things, and making life a little less serious, yet he looked so much like his uncle.
Sadie was the younger sister to Bill's mother by three years, and at 38 she was still hot. His mother Pam was no scrub either. Both women took good care of themselves, and looked almost identical. They were occasionally taken for twins. Standing five - seven, auburn hair, curvaceous well toned bodies, they drew all the guys attention at the neighborhood pool. And their husbands liked showing them off. His dad Steve had been a body builder, and now owned the gym where Sadie and Pam worked out. Bill got more than one erection from both over the years, and quite often wondered if either of them noticed. And his 18 year old cousin Lisa was looking much like her mom.
It was on a lazy evening when things changed. And boy did they. Sadie lived on the other side of town, and it had become quite common for Bill to spend the night once in a while. He was in his second year at the state university and would stop over to help out with things his uncle used to do. It was spring, and after cleaning the gutters and other 'spring cleaning' projects, he hit the shower while his aunt fixed supper. And she could cook as well as she looked.
Freshly showered and dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts, Bill walked straight for the fridge for a beer.
"Dinner's ready,' Aunt Sadie announced poking him in the ribs, 'so save that for after. I picked up a movie to watch after supper. It may not be your favorite genre, but I've been wanting to see it for some time. Have a seat, and I'll be rite with you."
All Bill could do was follow her directions after pulling his eyes from her shapely form. She was wearing a white pullover top with no bra, and checkered shorts. Both revealing every curve and line from the dark nipples on her firm breasts, to the roundness of her toned ass, and a lot of tanned skin. He barely made it to the table before a noticeable tent rose in his cotton shorts. Sitting across the table from her was of little relief. Every time he looked up in their conversation, her nipples outlined in the material came to the foreground.
After supper, he grabbed a beer and set up the video while she cleared the table. The movie was about a woman striving to make it big as an investigative reporter in the big apple. According to the back of the box, it promised intrigue, action, and sexy situations being rated R: 18 and over. Aunt Sadie soon joined him with a big bowl of popcorn, a strong rum and coke, and sitting close on his left grabbed the remote and turned on the flick.
It started out slow, a regular 'chic flick' Bill thought, but did pick up a third of the way through. By which time the popcorn was gone, the action became a bit racier and more dangerous, and Aunt Sadie had snuggled up against him. She paused the film at one point to freshen her drink, and upon returning pulled her legs up on the couch, which leaned her body more toward him. When the bad guys grabbed the reporter and drug her into the ally ripping her blouse off, Aunt Sadie grabbed his hand and snuggled closer. He could smell her hair, feel the softness of her bare leg against his arm, and feel her breath as she began to hug closer. The bad guys underestimated their quarry, and with a few martial arts moves, she got a gun away from one, wounded him, and killed the other as the police finally showed up. She got her story, the bad guys got theirs, and Bill the beginnings of a woody.
"I wish I had her looks." Sadie said trading the TV for soft music.
"What, are you nuts Aunt Sadie? You're just as pretty, if not prettier."
"You really think so?" She asked squeezing his hand.
"I know so. Plus you have a hotter body."
"How would you know? She was naked in that hotel. You haven't seen me naked, have you?"
"Of course not."
"Would you like to?"
"I,...uh'...bill stammered, 'yah I would. Very much Aunt Sadie."
"For now, just forget I am your aunt." She replied.
Before he could respond, Sadie locked her lips openly on his to which he readily responded in kind. They shared a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing about one another, their breathing beginning to hasten. Breaking their embrace, Sadie stood before her stunned nephew and slowly pealed her top over her head exposing her firm and fully tanned 33 B tits to his gaze. Moving to the music, she ran her hands over her tits pausing long enough to circle her nipples a few times with her middle fingers.
