"Hi, Courtney." My 18 year old nephew called out as he walked into the kitchen while I was baking.
"Oh; hi sweetheart. Did you have a good run?" I replied as I applied the finishing touches to a pie for the evening dinner; "did you go far?"
"About 10 miles I guess." He panted as he took a carton of orange from the fridge and winked. "Just enough to get everything pumping."
I looked up to see him grinning as he took a swig of juice. I instantly looked away but felt my face begin to blush.
My sister's eldest son Lewis was staying with us until he started a local University a few weeks later. Janine moved to Australia 20 years ago so Lewis was born out there and is a stereotypical surfer-dude with long shaggy blonde hair; chiseled features and a well honed 6 foot tall body.
It was pleasure having him stay as my three kids instantly loved him as he was a bit of an action man and my husband now had someone to talk about cars and watch sports with. For me it made a change having someone who said please and thank you and didn't spend most of his time farting and burping; plus he was very easy on the eye.
"I'm sorry about the other morning." He continued grinning as he sat on the worktop opposite me which made his running shorts ride up his thighs.
"Oh, that." I stammered and stared intently at the waste pastry on the kitchen table, "it was nothing....I'm sorry....I should have knocked on the door...or something.....I'm terribly sorry....it won't happen again."
"It was a buzz." Lewis chuckled as he slid off the bench and walked towards me. "It was a big turn on; knowing you were watching me."
"I wasn't 'watching' you....do.....what you were doing." I corrected him, but deliberately avoided any eye contact.
By now he was standing right beside me and I could smell the sweat on his taught body and his fruity breath as I began to shake with trepidation.
Two mornings earlier I'd walked into the bedroom where Lewis was sleeping, to see if he had any dirty washing, only to find him half lying outside the duvet with a hand wrapped around his cock and wanking furiously. He was obviously near to the end of his actions by the speed of his rubbing and I stood frozen to the spot in the doorway until my son broke the spell when he called from the kitchen and I made my excuses and quickly left him to finish off.
Fifteen minutes later and only wearing his baggy shorts he sauntered into the kitchen where the family was having breakfast, as if nothing had happened. I felt it best to say nothing; as my husband Jim might not have seen the funny side of me seeing a teenager wanking into a pair of my knickers. By the time the kids were ready for school Lewis had pulled on a vest and Sweatshirt to cover his muscle-bound torso and went with Jim to do some labouring on a site where Jim was building a factory on.
Before I took the kids to school I went back into the living room and collected some discarded clothing that looked like it needed washing but when I pulled back the duvet there was a pair of my pink knickers that I'd worn the previous day poking out from the pillow. I was shocked and frozen to the spot again until my eldest daughter called to ask if she could have a biscuit. I gathered up the panties and hid them among his clothing as I walked through the kitchen to the utility room.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw what looked like a cum stain on the gusset. I threw them in the machine with the rest of the light coloured wash and set off for the school run.
By nature I'm a tactile person and greet everyone with a hug and a kiss so I was slightly worried that I'd been sending out mixed signals to my teenage nephew and the idea of Lewis cumming in my panties filled my thoughts for the rest of the day. Thankfully neither of us mentioned what had happened and I'd hoped it was best forgotten until this morning when I'd gone back into the room and found a heap of freshly damp tissues next to the bed and the panties I'd worn yesterday under the duvet. As I picked them up and examined them I giggled at the thought of the randy teenager using my underwear as part of his masturbatory fantasies.
"I think you really were 'watching' me." Lewis laughed as he stroked my shoulder length natural blonde hair. I recoiled but ended up standing against a large cupboard. "Lots of girls like watching me jerk off." Lewis continued; "it turns them on. Did it turn you on? I bet it did; didn't it?"
I pushed his hand away from my shoulder and as I turned to move away he held tightly onto my hip with the other.
"Lewis, please." I told him as firmly as possible, "I don't want to talk about it...it just shouldn't have happened. Now let me go."
"What did you think about the present I left for you this morning?" He smirked as he ran his fingers through my hair again and pulled me towards him.
"I was shocked and....." I stammered and turned my face away as he tried to kiss me. "You shouldn't have done that...it was wrong....I'm your Aunt for Gods sake!"
"Have you ever watched other guys wank?" The teenager continued.
"A couple of.....no...no...it's none of your business." I stammered.
"Jim? Or other guys?" Lewis laughed as he pressed his groin against me. "And do you like watching them?"
"I...I....you are putting words in my mouth!" I tried to push him away.
"That's not the only thing I want to put in your mouth." He chuckled as his right hand massaged my shoulder and his left stroked the small of my back while I tried to push him away. His powerful hands felt really good but I knew that I had to get away from him.
"Please stop that." I virtually shouted as his right hand caressed my boob then cupped it. "This is getting a little weird and very, very wrong." I told him as firmly as possible.
"I don't think so." He laughed as he boldly kissed me and slipped his tongue past my full lips and ran his hand across my fleshy boob and inside my vest top, sending a shiver down my spine.
We pulled apart and Lewis squeezed my boobs without me putting up too much of a fight.
"Your nipples are getting all stiff." He chuckled as he playfully tweaked one.
"That's none of your business." I told him as he kissed me again; forcing his tongue deep into my mouth as he firmly squeezed my boob again.
As I broke the kiss Lewis pulled my bra and vest strap down to my elbow exposing my boob.
"Hey; young man!" I admonished him but was too slow to stop him leaning forward and suckling my rubbery pink nipple which made me sigh. In a second he had the other two straps down to making it difficult for me to move my arms; so he took full advantage squashing my tits together as he alternately sucked my tingling nipples.
"Lewis....Lewis...no...no." I moaned as he continued sucking on my sensitive 34c titties as one hand slid up my skirt and began squeezing my arse cheeks and the other up the front stroking my pubes through my knickers.