"You guys think Aunt Nina's coming?" John asked his brother, Jeff, and his two cousins, Peter and Gary.
"Yeah, man," Peterβthe eldest of the four, at the age of 24βnodded, his eyes suddenly beaming.
"I sure hope so, guys," Jeffβthe younger, only 19βadded. "Whenever we're having family dinners, I always wonder what she'll be wearing, you know?"
"Oh, yes," Peter chuckled. "As well as who she'll be bringing with her, you know?"
"God damn it," Gary laughed, "after every single family dinner, my mom's talking about Aunt Nina's new boyfriend for at least two days...'he's so young'; 'why can't she find someone her age, get married, settle down?'; 'she's always dressing so provocatively, don't she realize we have young boys in the family?'
"It's...funny," Gary concluded, lowering his voice.
"How old is Aunt Nina?" Jeff asked.
"I think..." Gary pondered for a moment. "She must be forty, forty-something?"
"She's the eldest sister, so...yeah, she's got to be forty-one; three years older than my mom."
"Wow," Jeff scratched his chin. "She's...damn fine for her age!"
They all agreed, their eyes glinting in excitement.
A tap on the knock sent them all rattling, as they were all getting semi-erect thinking of their aunt Nina and the often too-revealing outfits she'd wear during family dinners and gatherings, to the complete disquietude of their mothers (and secret enthrallment of their fathers).
"Hey boys, what are you doing hidden in here?" Nina stepped into the room with a bright smile.
They were all mesmerized by their aunt's appearance, her slim body concealed under a tight-fitting, strapless, long dress with a high slit reaching up to her thigh and knee-high high-heel boots.
"We're good, Aunt Nina," Peter was the first to regain his voice. "We're just...talking."
"Good," she smiled and took a seat at the edge of Gary's bed, crossing her leg high, causing the dress to fall sideways, thus exposing her long, thin legs. "Because, downstairs my sisters are talking grown-up stuff and they tire me out.
"You don't mind if I stay here for a while, huh boys? I'm not disturbing any...private conversations?" She winked at them, perfectly aware of her nephews' lustful stares.
"No, not at all, Aunt Nina," Jeff cleared his throat. "We were just talking..." he paused and looked at the others for assistance.
"Sports," Gary was quick to add. "Yes, about sports!"
"Right," Nina giggled and pulled her dress even higher, revealing to the four hot-blooded boys she wasn't wearing any undergarment.
Their eyes popped open and their hearts started racing almost simultaneously, as they watched their aunt uncrossing, then crossing, her legs slowly and stylishly, offering them thus a brief, yet momentous to them, glimpse of her waxed pussy.
The boys exchanged quick glances of inquiry and confusion, much to Nina's delight.
"So, did you come alone, Aunt Nina?" Jeff asked, desperate to break the awkward silence.
"Yes, boys," she smiled widely. "I'm single at the moment."
"How's that possible?" John said.
"Well," Nina ran her fingers through her long, wavy, dark-brown hair back, "I'm just not seeing anyone for the time being."
"I don't get it," John continued. "Guys must go nuts over you, you're so..." He was stopped abruptly by a hard elbow on the ribs from Peter.
"It's okay, Peter," Nina chuckled warmly. "Your cousin was only trying to compliment me. Isn't that right, John?" She looked him straight into the eyes and John simply nodded in agreement, his throat blocked by a humongous lump.
"See? Now you've made him all uncomfortable," she jokingly scolded Peter. "So," she quickly added, her voice mellow and warm, "what are you up to? Who's doing what?"
They told her in turns, while trying to maintain eye contact and failing miserably; as they talked about their studies, or work, or other activities, their gazes moved to Nina's bursting breasts, struggling inside the tight dress, and her naked legs, toned from the perfectly fitting boots.
It was a sight they all breathed in deeply, fully aware they'd be having wet dreams about their Aunt Nina that night...little did they know that Nina had come to the family dinner unescorted for a very specific reason...the same reason for which she had excused herself from her sisters' company.
While the boys talked, her hands explored her body, scratching the top of her chest and caressing her thighs...inwardly, she rejoiced at the reaction those simple, subtle movements had to her nephews, as they all four on occasion stumbled on their words, or, speechlessly, and seemingly breathlessly, fixed their gazes on her.
Peter and John did not mention their girlfriends to Aunt Nina; neither of them saw any reason to go into that topic, nor did the other two thought it appropriate to chime in and mention it.
Which was what prompted Nina to say, after all four boys had concluded their tales: "So, what about girls, boys? Does none of you have a girlfriend?"