The summer after I had graduated from high school my life changed dramatically. My baseball career came to an end shortly after my days in the hallowed halls of my high school. I was working a part-time job at the local video store, but I had a lot of extra time on my hands while I waited to leave for college.
While I am an only child, my dad came from a somewhat larger family, with him having six other siblings. He was one of the middle kids, with two older brothers, three younger brothers, and a sister who was the baby of the family. Being the baby of the bunch and the only girl, she always got special treatment from their parents and protection from her big brothers.
My Aunt Carol was the last to leave the nest. At 32 she was still living at her parents' home, working and saving to get her own place. At my graduation party she came up to give me a hug and said she was glad I'd still be around for a few months. She asked me what I wanted to eat that coming weekend, and I looked at her rather confused. She said, "I guess you better talk to your parents. Oh, and let me know if you want pizza or for me to cook."
I simply said, "OK," and went about my socializing at the party with family and friends. Later, while I was helping my parents clean up the hall they had rented for the party, I told them about the awkward interaction Carol and I had earlier. My dad said, "Oh yeah, your mom and I told her you would help her move. She found an apartment and is moving out starting on Friday." My mom chimed in and said, "Actually, I volunteered you for the entire weekend. That's when we will be gone camping with the Fishers, and I think she would probably feel a little safer in her new place with a big, strong young man there to protect her. After all, she's never lived alone before."
I wasn't thrilled, but I agreed. After all, Carol used to babysit me when I was younger. She had huge tits and nice round ass. I actually caught a glimpse of her DD's when I was around 13-14 and we had gone on vacation together. I thought at the very least maybe I'd get a chance to see those big jugs again.
The week went by pretty quickly since I was working as many hours as I could get. Friday rolled around, and as soon as I finished my morning shift, I headed home to change and go help with the move. She didn't have much by way of furniture, so it actually went pretty quickly. She had bedroom furniture for her room, dining room table and chairs, a couch, a chair, and tv with tv stand. That, and around a dozen boxes were all we had to load and unload.
We were finished carrying everything into the apartment by around 8:00 that evening. We opted for pizza and had it delivered. We sat at the dining room table, relishing the opportunity to sit and enjoyed our slices together.
Carol had already unloaded all the bathroom boxes, so she told me I could go shower first if I wanted to, and then she would do so after I was done. She wanted us to kind of have our own camp out in her living room. She was going to arrange spots for us to sleep and pick out a couple scary movies for us to watch.
I got up and made my way down the hall to the bathroom. It was a nice little apartment. One bedroom, one bathroom, a small dining room off of the kitchen, and a good sized-living room.
I entered the bathroom, change of clothes rolled up and under my arm. I started the shower, and I must admit, I was looking forward to a hot shower. I had gotten pretty sweaty and had come to start moving almost right after work. So, I was not feeling my freshest.
I washed my hair, what little bit there was in my short hairstyle. Then, I washed my face and started run the soap all over my body. Then, out of nowhere, I heard what sounded like the door opening. I had just pulled my head and face out of the spraying water, so I assumed I was mistaken.
Then, I heard what I was certain was movement in the bathroom. I peaked my head out the back of the shower curtain, and I was not mistaken. There, before my eyes, was my aunt, Carol. She had pulled down her jeans and panties and was sitting on the toilet. Shocked, I said, "Carol what are you doing? I'm still in here."
Unfazed, Aunt Carol said," Relax Jason. It's not that big of a deal. I needed to go, and this is the only bathroom."
I said, "You couldn't have waited just a few minutes?"
She said, "Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Have you never seen a woman pee before? I figured all guys your age had seen that at least."
Still somewhat confused, I said, "No, that is not something I have watched before." Then, I ducked my head back in the shower to finish rinsing.
Carol, seemingly determined, stood up and pulled her jeans and panties down the rest of the way over her feet. Then, she lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra. Before I knew what she was doing she pulled the shower curtain back and stepped inside the tub.
"Whaaaa, what are you doing," I asked.
Carol smiled and said, "Just watch. You might like it. It's much easier to see in here than when I am sitting."
She spread her legs apart as wide as the sides of the tub and started to pee. I was enamored, I suppose, and I couldn't look away. She peed and peed. Then, she asked me to scoot over so she could slide past and rinse off since she couldn't wipe in there.
Instead of turning her back to me she slid past me with our fronts facing. As she moved past me, I felt her big titties graze across my chest.
I went ahead and pulled the curtain back and stepped out onto the rug. I grabbed my towel and dried off quickly. Then, I snatched my clothes from the vanity and left the bathroom. Carol continued to shower while I went to the living room and got dressed.
When I got to the living room, I noticed that there were two sleeping bags spread out on the floor in front of the couch. There was popcorn made and in a large bowl. The movie was already in and on pause. She had chosen Scream. Drew Barrymore was staring at me as I got dressed.
I heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door open. I made my way down the hall to the bathroom to hang my towel back up and then returned to the living room.
Within another minute or two Carol came down the hall and back into the living room. She was wearing a t-shirt that barely covered her ass and panties. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra anymore.
I asked which sleeping bag she wanted. She said, "Oh I went ahead and unzipped them both all the way. I figured we could use one as a mat to lay on and then the other to cover us up."
I nodded, and just said, "OK."
She had four pillows lying on the couch for us, so I grabbed my two pillows to butt up against the couch on the right side. Carol took the left side and did the same.
