Hi. My name is Kevin and I just turned 18 in June. School's out and I'm free for the summer. I live in a small town in Iowa and my mom and dad run a restaurant. I usually help out in the summer, but since I'm planning on going to college in the fall, mom and dad felt I should have a break. That's good, but there's nothing to do in a small town. Just when I thought I'd be spending my summer playing video games, my mom suggested I visit her sister, my Aunt Vicki.
Aunt Vicki is a widow and lives in California, near the beach. I thought wow, what a great idea. So my mom called Aunt Vicki and they talked about me going out to visit her for a couple of weeks. She said great, come on out and I was looking forward to a great summer vacation, at the beach, meeting new people.
Now I don't really know my Aunt Vicki well. She's ten years older than my mom and got married young and moved to California a long time ago. Because my parents were constantly working at the restaurant, we didn't travel to visit relatives much and had not seen Aunt Vicki since her husband died 8 years ago. What I did know was that she was 50 and lived near the beach.
Next thing I know, my plane has landed and I'm looking for Aunt Vicki at the airport. I'm looking and looking when someone grabs me from behind and gives me a big hug. It's Aunt Vicki but I hadn't recognized her. She used to be a little heavy and wore grandma type clothes but the Aunt Vicki who was hugging me looked to be in great shape and was wearing a nice skirt and sleeveless blouse and a sun hat. She was actually pretty. For a second I thought "wow". Then I realized she was my aunt. She said she almost didn't recognize me because I had grown and wasn't the skinny runt she remembered. That's because I am now five feet ten inches tall and weigh 165 pounds. We laughed and she said "let's get your stuff to the car" as we walked out.
So, as we drive, she tells me that after her husband Frank died, she was devastated. He had left her enough money so she was comfortable and didn't have to work, but she felt so alone. It took a few years for her to start living again. She started helping out at a local school and developed nice friendships with a group of ladies. Oh, I almost forgot to say that Aunt Vicki was five feet 5 and while she had a few extra pounds on her, she looked great. Her breasts weren't too large, I'd guess about a "B" cup, same as my mom. Legs were tanned and soft looking.
We got to her house, a nice 3 bedroom, and pulled into the garage. I grabbed my bag and followed her into the house. She gave me a quick tour. Nice comfortable living room and a television room with a large sofa and chairs, big back yard with a pool, then showed me the bedrooms, her nice large master bedroom, the other bedroom that she used as an office, and the third bedroom, which was to be my room. It was getting late and I was a little jet lagged. She asked if I was hungry, I said no, and she suggested I rest. I laid myself on the bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning when Aunt Vicki knocked on my bedroom door. She said I must have been tired since I slept in my clothes. Breakfast was ready and she told me to get washed up and come down. After breakfast she asked what I wanted to do and I said "go to the beach". So we packed up a cooler and beach towels and drove to the beach. It was a perfect day. Hot. Sunny. Lots of sand and lots of girls. I met a few other kids and we played volleyball. Before I knew it was late afternoon and the sun was setting. I helped Aunt Vicki pack up our stuff and we drove home. I was tired and happy after playing at the beach all day.
We got back to Aunt Vicki's and when we opened the door, it was really hot in the house. She fussed with the air conditioning but it wouldn't work. Well, she said she would call a repairman in the morning but it was too late today. We would just have to put up with the heat. She suggested I get cleaned up and she would do the same and make us dinner. The cool shower felt great on my tired body.
When I walked into the kitchen, I found that Aunt Vicki had already taken her shower and was making spaghetti. She was wearing shorts and a nice tee shirt that hid her nice shape. We talked while she made dinner and I told her how my mom and dad worked so hard and had a good business and how I wanted to move away from Iowa but didn't want to hurt their feelings. She said that I had grown into a nice man and should do what I felt was right.
The house was hot, hot, hot. And there was no breeze. The kitchen seemed extra hot. Aunt Vicki turned to me and shocked me by saying it was too hot to wear clothes. She said since we had been in our bathing suits all day that she hoped I wouldn't mind if she walked around in her underwear. I said I wouldn't mind and she pulled her tee shirt off and her shorts down and dropped her clothes onto a chair. Wow. She had on the cutest white bra and silky white panties. I saw that her panties were sheer enough that you could see her brown pubic hair. It was hard not to stare at her breasts and her pubic mound. I was a little shy but she said she would be more comfortable if I were in my underwear too, so I pulled off my tee shirt and shorts. I was a little embarrassed because I was wearing loose blue briefs and you could see the outline of my cock but I pretended to relax.