The following story is true. I've written it just as I remember, so enjoy a real experience I had in high school.
When I was in high school, my cousins and I were very close. My mother and her cousin, who we called Aunt Char, had grown up together and were just a year apart. My family was fairly close-knit and structured, and there was very little talk about dating, sex, or anything of that type around the house.
I was a typical male, pretty much a walking hard-on by the age of eighteen, and loved eyeing my three female cousins and my sister whenever they were around. I wasn't getting much experience with the girls at school, and had yet to get a lady from the front seat of my car into the back, but I certainly fantasized about it all the time.
When my college-age sister was around, I spent a lot of time waiting for her to take a bath or shower so I could be there when she got out. I'd be in the family room waiting, and she would walk by with a tiny towel around her on the way to her room. Once she got to her room I check to see where my mom was and make sure the coast was clear. Then, with my heart thumping in my chest I would pull a small mirror from my pocket and very carefully press it into the run under her door and check the reflection I got.
I'd be so excited that my hands would shake, especially when my sister Mary was facing just the right direction and I would get a quick shot of her pulling on her panties and I'd see the hair around her pussy. Every time I saw her cute little ass or bush I'd get a hard-on and run down to my room and jerk-off once she was done getting her bra over her nice 36-C tits. She had small areolas, but her nipples were always hard, and I was a mess.
When my cousins came over with Aunt Char to swim in our pool on the weekends, I hang around watching them in their tiny bikinis and thought about what it would be like to get one of them into my room to fuck. Every weekend was torture because I didn't want to leave and miss anything, so I just hung around like a doof.
A couple weeks went by and my cousins didn't show up. When I asked my mom what was up, she said that Aunt Char and my uncle were having some problems, but we were going over there on Saturday. I missed the eye-candy, and looked forward to Saturday, but was disappointed when we arrived and my cousins were gone. My aunt was there, drinking heavily, and keeping out of my uncle's way. They were obviously pissed at each other, and I hung around my aunt because she was always funny when she drank.
At one point when nobody was in the room but the two of us, she suddenly said, "You know, you're really cute. You've grown into a very nice looking man."
I stammered some lame response, and had no idea how to act. She went right on with a conversation about other things, but I felt a tingling in my balls and a hollow pit in my stomach.
A few days later I was at home and went to use the phone. When I picked it up, my mom was already talking to my aunt, but I listened quietly for a moment. I heard them talking about Auntie getting a divorce, and then she said, "You know, I never would have gotten married if I wasn't addicted to sex."
I nearly dropped the receiver, it was such a shock to hear something like that from her. I listed a while longer, and then hung up gently. I fantasized about her more and more after that. When she came over to sunbathe, I definitely looked at her in a different way. She had great legs, and although she was in her early forties, they led up to a terrific ass.
She came over a few times alone, and sat sunbathing while talking to my mother. On those occasions I would stay inside where I could watch and jerk-off from a perfect spot where I couldn't be seen because of the shadows inside the house.
Aunt Char got her own apartment a month later, and after she had moved in, my buddy and I helped move a couple items from her parent's house. We dropped them off, and my friend drove off with his truck and I got into my car, but it flooded and I couldn't get it to start again.
I walked back up to Aunt Char's apartment and knocked on the door. She had already had a few drinks, and when she didn't answer, I though maybe she was in back, fixing another. It turned out I was right, but she had also taken a quick shower and only let me in after peering through the peep-hole in her door.
She had on a robe, and a towel around her head. In one hand was another gin and tonic, and she just slightly slurred her words when she asked why I had come back. When I explained I couldn't start my car for a while because the carburetor was flooded, she was getting that funny attitude she got when drinking, and we laughed a bit for the next few minutes before she said she was getting one more drink before going to bed.
