Unexpected Encounters
Unexpected encounters with my mothers sister and my brothers wife.
It was about 2.00pm when I arrived home from my girlfriend Cindy's flat after a rather big night out. I met Cindy, or Cinders as I call her, about two months ago at a local bar. She was with a few of her girlfriends on a night out when I spotted this dark haired beauty across the room. Once I caught her eye, I was instantly drawn to her. No, not like love at first sight but just an immediate and comfortable attraction.
We each separated from our respective group, introduced ourselves, and then started an easy conversation at a separate table. Turns out that Cindy is six years older than me and mother to a 10 year old son and an 8 year old daughter. Her husband had died in an auto accident three years previously and she was just starting to get back into the dating scene.
Despite the age gap between us, I found myself completely at ease with Cindy's maturity and self-assuredness. In fact, I have always been drawn to older women, appreciating their confidence and wisdom that comes with age. It was refreshing to engage in a conversation with someone who had experienced life's ups and downs and had a unique perspective to share. As our conversation continued, I couldn't help but admire Cindy's resilience and determination to move forward after such a devastating loss. Her story served as a reminder that age is just a number, and true connections can be formed regardless of the years that separate us.
Cinders and I started to meetup on a casual irregular basis but it was some weeks before she introduced me to her kids and I was able to stay over.
Although I am now 25 years old, I still live at my parent's house because it's convenient to my work and provides me with cheap rent. I say I still live there but really I live in the pool house that was converted into a studio unit some years ago. I suspect that Dad did the conversion at Mom's insistence so that I would stay at home longer. I love my Mom!
During these holidays my older brother Jim and his wife Katherine are staying in the main house along with my Aunty Val and Uncle Max. Katherine is about 6 months pregnant with their first child. Aunty Val is my mother's older sister. She meet Max after university more than 20 years ago and it's just been the two of them together ever since.
As I arrive I hear a lot of jovial yelling and screaming coming from the pool area and, when I enter the yard heading toward my room, I'm immediately grabbed from behind by my Dad and Jim.
"Time to join the party little brother," says Jim, "the others couldn't escape and neither can you!"
It was clear to me that I was going in the pool fully clothed. As hard as I struggled I couldn't shake them off. I could say that I put up the good fight however when Uncle Max joined the fray I knew I was doomed.
When eventually pinned to the ground I could hear Mom in the background say, "Make sure you take out his wallet and phone."
At least someone had good sense, well I thought so anyway, but the last thing I heard was Mom and Katherine's cackling laughter as I floated through the air before hitting the water.
When I surfaced I could see them all together in fits of laughter and raising their glasses in a toast to their efforts. I made my way to the stairs but made sure I gave them a mouthful of good natured abuse. Clearly they were having a lot of fun and the alcohol was flowing freely.
"Let me get out of these bloody wet clothes and have a shower, then I'll join you guys," I said as I retrieved my phone and wallet and then headed toward my room.
When I stepped through the glass sliding door I noticed that the floor tiles were all wet with footprints heading toward the bathroom.
They've been in here too
I thought while making sure to lock the door so I couldn't be interrupted in the shower.
I followed the footprints into the bathroom but as I entered the doorway I stopped dead in my tracks. Bending down with her back to me was my Aunty Val. She had just removed her panties and thrown them onto the floor with the rest of her clothing. No Einstein needed to work out that she had also been the victim of a pool dunking.
"Aheemmmm, nice butt Aunty Val," I announced cheerily.
Well... she must have jumped a foot off the ground while simultaneously doing a pirouette to face me.
"Oh my god!.. Oh my god"... John! What the hell are you doing in here?" she squealed while simultaneously trying to cover her breasts and pubic region with each hand.
She was unsuccessful, and I was treated to a side of my Aunty Val that I had only ever dreamed about during masturbation sessions. For years I held a sexual fantasy about my overly serious aunt.
Although 3 years older than my mom, at 49 she still looks much younger than her age. She stands about 5ft 7in with black hair cut in a 'bob' style. The grey is just starting to show but on her it looks stylish. She has maintained a slender but curvy figure that I have no doubt is due to lots of hard work at the gym.
I'm fixed to the spot as I stare at Aunty Val. She has one arm across her breasts pushing them hard against her chest. Her breasts are clearly no longer hard and pert as I can see them spread under her arm causing the nipple of her right breast to be exposed. Her medium size areola is a dark brown with a very large nipple at its centre.
With her legs crossed and other hand spread trying to cover her pubis, she is partially successful however I can still see her black but well-trimmed pubic hair protruding out around her hand.
It's amazing how quickly the mind can take in so much detail in just a few seconds because I also notice the dimpled beginning of cellulite on her thighs and a small surgical scar just above her pubic region.
"John! John!" Aunty Val urgently whispers, "Will you please get out so I can have a shower!"
"Oh... Oh... yeah sure," I say, finally coming to my senses, "I'll get you a new towel."
As I turn away I hear the door close forcefully followed by the shower being turned on.
I grab a new towel then, thinking she probably hasn't got anything dry to wear, I grab one of my brightly coloured sarongs as well. In summer I like to wear a sarong around as they are just so much cooler. Luckily I have been able to source a few rather large sizes that wrap around nicely.
Heading back to the bathroom I knock then open the door slightly. I can hear Aunty Val moving about in the shower as I place the towel and sarong on the floor before quickly closing the door once again.
I'd forgotten just how wet I am as I look around at all the water on the floor. I grab another towel and, heading toward one corner, I completely strip off and leave my clothes in a pile. I dry myself then wrap the towel around my waist as I wait for Aunty Val to finish.
After about 15 minutes I hear the bathroom door open. Aunty Val has the sarong tied around her chest and has combed her hair but is still looking rather sheepish.
"All finished?" I say as I stop in the doorway.
"Yes thank you John," she responds, "I am sorry about before. I just wasn't expecting anyone and got such a fright."
"It's okay Aunty Val, no harm done."
