The big house always looked smaller than it really is comparing it to the size of the woods behind it. It is Cliff's Aunt's house. A nice little house in the country, well, in what he refers to as the country. It looks like the country but actually it's a community, just with huge lots of privately owned land. He enjoys staying here and the memories he remembers most is playing Cowboys and Indians using the woods in the back. They even dressed the parts. Skin hides for the Indian groups and cowboy hats, fake little cap guns and cap rifles for the cowboys. Thinking back on it now they took the playing pretty seriously, he chuckled.
Also her two kids were around being about the same age. He and his cousins would join in and often Aunt Samantha would even partake in the games. Which would be considered unfair since she was pretty good at always finding the other group. These are fond memories and always brought a smile to his face. Playing with two was sometimes harder than playing with a group, reminiscing fondly making his way to the front door.
Before he got in arm's reach of the door it opened up and out came Aunt Samantha with a smile on her face opening her tan arms for a hug. His eyes went from her eyes to her smile, to her arms and then, for quick moment, stopping on her breasts. Pushing out against her snug white shirt and the soft shadowy line that of her cleavage peeking out at the top. No signs of a bra at all either. No under lines or solid under shades of any kind. He felt her warm body embrace him in a hug during his viewing, quickly wrapping his arms around her to hug back. Cliff slightly squeezing tighter than usual to try and feel her breasts push against his body.
"It's so good to see you!" Pulling her body away a little bit from his with her arms still around him, her breasts inches away from his body.. "How are you? Where's that sister of mine?" Looking past his head to the driveway, leaning in, her breasts touching his upper body. Scanning it, and then the road. No sign of her.
"She couldn't stay. She has a meeting she needs to get to pronto. So she just dropped me off and then took off. She says sorry and hi and that she will call when she can."
"Aww, that's too bad." She gave a fake pouty look, pulling her arms away for good now and picking his suitcase up. "So how does it feel to be eighteen now? Jeez! You are getting big -- and old too!" She thought back when he was a kid and would come over a lot with his mother.
"Meh, feel the same really. Just enjoying a summer off from school," he smiled at that. "Well, before I go back to another school. Well. . . college." He took his bag from her hand giving her a warning look. "You don't need to carry my bag. I'm not a guest; I am family." He grinned, following her into the house.
Taking a look around the house noticing it was painted again since the last visit and the floors have been redone with a coat of varnish. Gone are the old worn wooden floors. He looked up, trailing the backside of his Aunt. Bare feet, tight fitting jeans hugging her hips as if they were painted on her. Something seems to have had changed with her as well since last seeing her. Normally he tries to visit her during the summer to stay for a week, sometimes two or three. This side of the family is really close so there is a lot of visiting each other for being all within a hour or so driving distance.
"You hungry?" Turning around, catching his eyes low. Low around her butt to be exact. But didn't say anything to not bring attention to something that may be nothing at all and taken out of context.
"If you are I'll eat. But I can wait 'til dinner if not." His eyes darted up from her hips and butt to her eyes when he saw she had turned her head around to ask him the question.
"Well, we can wait until dinner." She followed him to his room to make sure everything is ok before leaving him to unpack or do what he needs to do. "I will be on the back porch whenever you get settled in."
"Ok." He smiled and sat the suitcase near the door. "Well, I'm done." Looking at her, following a soft laugh.
"You're not going to unpack or anything?" She figure he would have.
"Nah. Can do that tonight before showering or something." He told her.
"Well then," she smiled, "want to come out and sit with me?"
The soft wind is nice keeping at a steady breeze they both feel sitting outside with the late afternoon sun blanketing them in a warm sensation. Very quiet to the point neither had to raise their voice loud at all, well, considering they are sitting right next to each other, too.
"Remember when we would all play Cowboys and Indians out here?" He asked her, wondering if she thought the same.
"Oh, yes," looking out with a blank stare at the woods past the rich green grassy field that disappears into the brown and green wall that is the forest. "You kids played it so much. I never knew what the big deal was but I guess it was just the woods that made it exciting. If it weren't for nightfall you all would've slept in the woods probably."
"I liked it when you joined in, though." He didn't know why he said that actually. But he does still remember what she looked like in her Indian costume. The brown rough leather short shorts and a matching vest that showed more skin than her regular clothes would, well, to him anyways. No sleeves. Tied together in the front leaving a little hint of her breasts exposed between the string spaces and the shorts were just like them short shorts, but these were leather and had the same leather string going up the front. Most of all, though, at the end she would sometimes be sweating a little and out of breath from running. So she'd be bending over and the view down her vest would show her shiny glistening breasts off. Mixed with the heavy breathing this would make him breathless from holding his breath at the awestruck sight.
"Really? Well, that wouldn't have anything to do with the vest and shorts I would wear would it?" She grinned, tongue sticking out between her teeth with a 'busted you' look in her eyes.
"Umm, uh. . . no." He said flatly. Lying. Feeling his face heat up from embarrassment of thinking he was being sly all those times she was in her Indian costume.
"Oh, come on! You weren't exactly a subtle looker, you know." She pointed out with a laugh. "I mean your eyes were glued on me."
"I guess, I don't know. I don't remember." Still trying to deny it despite the facts already laid out on the table to be accepted.
"It's ok. Boys will be boys." Patting his knee, taking her glass off the table taking a drink.
Cliff didn't know how to reply or answer or anything regarding this. He never knew. His eyes went from her eyes down to the top of her shirt to take a peek down again because it was now bothering him and he wanted to all of a sudden look. It felt even better now knowing all these years she knew he would take quick peeks and views at her and wonder if she knew now. His dick twitched suddenly and he, as quick as ever, crossed his legs and looked out towards the woods.
"I always thought it was cute in its own innocent way." Samantha kept her eyes straight ahead looking out in the distance again. Letting the words hang in the air for a moment.
"The way we played those games?" He asked naïvely. Having a stronger feeling it is still on about him looking at her.
"That too. But I am talking about how you would take quick little looks, or linger on even, thinking I wasn't noticing." She let out a little soft laugh. "I mean, come on, you were like a statue staring at me. Anyone would have noticed you looking." She slightly covered her mouth with her fingers to hide her grinning.
"Well, guess I thought it was sly back then." He couldn't believe the conversation led to this. "Why didn't you say anything about it, though? Or tell me to stop?"
"I'm not a prude. Besides, you were just a kid anyways. Not like you knew anything about what you were looking at anyways. I'm not going to scold you over something so silly. It's natural."
He never looked at it that way before. And in retrospect, as he thought back, he didn't know what it was really he was looking at. He just knew he liked the way her legs looked so soft and shiny and how her breasts looked somehow inviting. Like now, but with the knowledge of what to do with them now. He felt a little bit of embarrassment rush to his face heating up due to his silly childish antics. He couldn't believe how dumb he was back then. Looking at a beautiful body, admiring it, and having no idea about anything except how to look at it. And knowing she knew. It kept going on his mind. He started to laugh now and Samantha looked over and knew what it was about and joined in.
"You know, this reminds me actually," Samantha thought about a recent purchase she made not too long ago. "I -- nah, probably be dumb to say. I don't know." She tripped and fumbled over her words of wondering what her eighteen year old, soon to be college nephew, would think about this.
"What?" He was intrigued now with her hesitation of not wanting to share. "What is it?"
"I. . ." she figured, whatever, just say it. After all, she did embarrass him just now by outing him over taking glances at her as a boy. "I was at a flea market and came across this female Indian outfit and bought it. Because it reminded me of how we would play that." She was covering her face with her hand now to hide her reddening face. "I don't know why I bought it. It was just there and I thought I would pick it up as a keepsake." With a little chuckle, Cliff looked over and patted her knee in a mocking way as she did with him.
"Well, you know what you going to have to do then, don't you?" He decided to see if he could get her into the outfit without asking straightforward for her to do so.
"Try it on?" She answered what she thought him to be thinking since, after all, the subject didn't really changed.
"Yup." Taking a swallow, hoping she doesn't think him dumb for suggesting it. Still saying it without a further thought. "You are going to have to get into the outfit and me in a Cowboy outfit and play the game to break that one in to give it a genuine keepsake value."
