Chapter 1: The Arrival
"Phil!" cheered Sharon, knocking open the security door with a bare foot. She extended her arms wide to offer a welcoming hug to her visiting nephew. Phil set his travel bag down on terrace so that he could embrace his aunt. Her hair was uncharacteristically long and straight— almost youthful—and she wore a vibrant summer dress that rippled against the passing breeze. Sharon looked remarkably radiant for a woman about to hit her half century milestone. "I'm so glad you could make it!" Sharon announced, head pressed snugly against Phil's chest.
"Glad to be here!" replied Phil cheerfully.
Is she even wearing a bra?
he wondered, sensing the unrestrained movements of his aunt's breasts against his chest as she leaned back a short distance to study his face.
She's definitely not wearing a bra,
concluded Phil.
"Come in! Come in! How was your trip?" chirped Sharon while she ushered her nephew into the living room. A ray of afternoon sunlight penetrated Sharon's wispy dress as she entered the kitchen; the amber glow cutting a faint silhouette—enough to draw Phil's attention to Sharon's surprisingly voluptuous figure.
Wow! It's Sharon, but... damn... she's looking good,
thought Phil.
Those hips! I didn't know she had curves like that. Hah! Don't be a pervert.
Phil nestled into a dining room chair and Sharon busied herself in the kitchen while. The pair chatted casually about recent events.
Phil spent much of the afternoon respectfully averting his eyes as his aunt's alluring outline faded in and out of view amidst the flickering sunlight. Even though Phil maintained genial conversation with his aunt right through into the evening, his thoughts contended all the while with the intrigue engendered by the flashes of feminine charm on display. This was not the welcome he expected.
Chapter 2: Cleaning Up
"God dammit!" Phil barked out loud to himself while he stroked his soapy cock in the shower, attempting to ease the sexual tension he'd accumulated over the past few hours. He was disgusted with himself for thinking of his aunt's body as he masturbated in her shower, and he couldn't shake the feeling that wicked ambitions were beginning to populate his head.
Why would she wear that? Was she trying to show off her body to me? Was it a tease?
he thought while approaching the climactic strokes.
It's just the two of us in the house. We're both adults. She's lonely. What if she just accidentally came in here right now and saw me jacking off?
Phil closed his eyes and bespattered the bathroom wall with his fertile seed. He quickly washed his misdeed from the wall, finished up his shower, and headed to the spare room to get dressed.
As Phil dried off in the spare room, he heard the pitter-patter of bare feet coming from the hallway. He ceased thrashing the towel through his damp hair so that he could hone in on the sound.
Shit! The door!
panicked Phil, observing that the latch hadn't caught properly and that the door had quietly crept back open.
What if I didn't hear her coming?
he thought. Engaging in a tasteless ploy, the young man kept his arms elevated and head buried in the bath towel, pretending to be unaware of his aunt's approaching footsteps.
SQUEAK!
The previously steady pace of his aunt suffered a momentary misstep, before making a quick recovery and vanishing into silence behind the sound of a closing door elsewhere. Phil lowered his towel and raised an ear. He could faintly hear his aunt shuffling about in her bedroom drawers.
Surely she saw me? She must be pretending she didn't,
Phil wondered.
Sharon rummaged through her wardrobe drawers with no intention of finding anything in particular. She simply wanted to give the impression that she was busying herself with something; that she hadn't just copped an eyeful of her nephew's cock.
Surely he must have heard me walk past the doorway? What's he thinking now? Did you see that thing? I'll just wait till I hear him leave his room, and then I'll go out a little bit after that. Just ask him if he's all settled in and wish him goodnight.
Sharon was understandably shaken by the fleeting glimpse of Phil's penis. But what truly worried her was that Phil may have heard her footsteps falter as she passed by his room.
Did he do that on purpose? No... he just didn't hear me coming. Surely? Of course! He mustn't have heard me because he was drying his head!
reasoned Sharon.
You just saw your nephew's...
adult
penis. What if it pops into my head the next time we talk next? It's going to be so god damn awkward!
Sharon resolved to do her best to behave as though nothing had occurred.
Chapter 3: An Early Riser
Sharon awoke to the sound of her alarm; the digital buzzing penetrated the walls and roused Phil from his own slumber. After rubbing his eyes he peered down to find his morning glory pitching a tent under the thin bed-sheet.
Round 2? You sick son of a bitch! You want to though—don't you?
He quietly got up and crept to his door, opened it fully, and then returned to his conspicuous position in bed.
A quarter of an hour later Sharon's door creaked open and she stepped out into the hallway wearing a nightshirt. Drowsily, she tiptoed down the hallway until the sight of Phil's open door caught her attention. She apparently had not learned her lesson from the evening beforehand.
Phil's up already? He must be an early riser,
thought Sharon.
Through half-opened eyes, Sharon peered into Phil's room to check if he had risen.
Oh. He's still asleep,
she thought with a smile, observing her nephew—at first—from the waist up; eyes firmly closed and mouth agape. Sharon yawned and let her eyes trail innocently down the messy bed until they snagged upon a large protrusion under the sheet.
