It is always nice to return home when serving overseas in the Marines to visit with family. This time it was good, but less than ideal. The reason for the trip was my grandfather's last couple of days due to terminal cancer. He was in good spirits as were my aunts and uncles who also were keeping my grandmother positive. An uncle's wife, Karen, was having an unusually difficult time of the situation.
Karen was only a couple years older than I, as I was the oldest grandchild and her husband, 5 years older than her, was the youngest son. Her family had various issues and she considered my grandfather like a "real" father that she did not have growing up. Karen had routinely flirted with me over the years. I always enjoyed this as she was very pretty. She had a habit of providing opportunities for me to enjoy her body, such as leaving a door open while she undressed, bending over in front of me, leaning against me and pressing her breasts into my arm. These situations I always enjoyed and was not shy in telling her.
On this evening, Karen arrived at the hospital crying, she was also very tipsy. When Karen began sobbing loudly, my grandmother started losing her composure as well. I escorted Karen out into the hall with my arm around her holding her close. In the hall, I hugged her tight, whispering comforts into her ear. Begin to gain some control, Karen pulled back in my arms slightly. As I looked down into her red eyes, she kissed me on the lips. A first, but not totally inappropriate. She lifted up on her toes to kiss me again, this time placing a hand behind my head and pulling the kiss into her. Her mouth parted and I felt her tongue brush over my lips parting them.
Pulling apart from her, we stepped back into the hospital room. My mother assigned me the task of driving Aunt Karen home. Her husband insisted upon spending what was likely to be his final night with his father. Even while walking out to the car amongst other family members, my drunk Aunt was having difficulty not touching me inappropriately. In the garage, parked right beside my parents, Karen pulled off her Jeans before putting on her seatbelt. The rest of her clothes came off during the drive and she was able to get my cock free (with a little help from me on my zipper).
I found walking my completely nude Aunt up to her door amusing. I wandered about what exactly her neighbors thought, though Karen obviously did not care. She giggled loudly as we walked and while I fought with unlocking the door while she resumed her attempts to undress me. I returned to my car gathering up her clothes. In short order, I had received calls from my Mother and from my Uncle, both requesting that I stay with her.