Elise turned the knob and swung open the cabin door. Her nephew Jake stood on the porch, shifting nervously, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Her imposing 6'2" frame made the doorway seem smaller than it was.
"Don't just stand there, sugar--get in here!" Elise said, voice rough but warm with affection. Her round face, framed by long ginger curls, softened as her full lips curled into a smile. The stern expression she typically wore on duty as a police sergeant melted away. She always had a soft spot for him, he thought with a smile.
Jake crossed the doorway, dropping his bag to embrace his aunt. Her broad shoulders and thick arms wrapped around him, easily enveloping his slender frame. At almost 250 pounds, she was undeniably a hefty woman. His face pressed against her chest, and he caught himself sinking into her soft, ample body. She inhaled sharply, breathing the scent of his cologne and sweat.
"Thanks for being a doll and helpin' your auntie with this dump," Elise said, releasing him and shutting the door with a click and sliding two different locks. "Been swamped these past few weeks. Had to turn away so many cli--" she caught herself, "--people recently."
"I'm all yours for the weekend, Aunt Elise," he said, with a slight smile. He caught the slip in her words but didn't press. Jake looked around the cabin. The cabin's thick walls, reinforced ceiling beams and dense forest stretching for miles. The place looked disorganized and a little dusty with a few unusual pieces of furniture. It wasn't the wreck his aunt's phone call had suggested.
Elise watched him from the doorway, her gray eyes taking in the sight of his body. Jake stood 5'9" and weighed 140 pounds, all lean with a boyish charm. His dark hair almost touched his collar, and there was barely any stubble on his smooth face. At 20, he had grown into a beautiful young man who clearly took after her brother.
"Why don't you take your things upstairs?" Elise suggested. "First door on the right. The other rooms are... locked."
"Sure thing," Jake said with a polite nod, grabbing his bag and making his way toward the stairs.
"I'll grab us some drinks while you get settled, sugar," she called after him.
As he turned, her eyes locked on his jeans--tight on narrow hips, ass round and firm. Her nipples stiffened, mind flashing to him bent over her table, waiting for her. She had just the perfect size...
Last summer, his quiet "yes, Auntie" obedience flipped a switch--past good manners, it soaked her. Young, lean, eager--it was her type to a T.
Upstairs, Jake tossed his bag on the bed, begging his cock to behave. Being around Aunt Elise always got him worked up. The flawless skin, voluptuous body, piercing gray eyes--especially the way she sometimes looked at him.
Since starting at the city college, he'd noticed how she found more reasons to have him over. Not that he minded. He adjusted himself with a grimace and thought about three days alone with her in this isolated cabin. This was going to be a long awkward weekend for him.
"Come grab a drink with auntie!" Elise called from downstairs, her voice carrying easily through the old wood.
When Jake came down, she was already on her third beer, the empties lined up on the coffee table. She patted the spot beside her on the couch. "Right here, darlin'."
Jake noticed she had changed into overalls outlining her stout, curvy frame as he sat besides her, shoulders touching. Her denim coveralls outlined her stout, curvy frame. The black undershirt strained across her ample breasts. Her broad shoulders and beefy arms with firm, toned contours made his own slim, sculpted arms look delicate next to her.
Their fingers brushed as she passed him a beer, and his heart rate picked up just from that simple touch. He'd always been hopeless around attractive women, and his favorite aunt Elise was one of them.
"You've grown into such a pretty young man," she said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, her fingernails grazing his skin.
Jake flinched slightly as he saw her left arm extend towards him. The tattoo-- colorful flowers and thorns winding from wrist to shoulder--was something he'd never seen. She would always be in long sleeves and dressed conservatively for as far as he could think.
Jake shifted uncomfortably on the couch, constantly aware of her thigh pressed against his. Her fingers lingered on his skin bit too long.
"Such smooth skin," her voice dropping lower. "Bet the girls at college just eat you right up."
"Not really," he mumbled, eyes dropping to his lap. "I don't... I'm not really dating anyone."
Elise's eyebrows arched up in surprise. "A sweet thing like you? All alone?" She clicked her tongue. "That ain't right at all."
Her hand settled on his thigh, squeezing it with surprising strength. "What's the matter, sugar? Shy around the ladies?"
"Or maybe you're just waitin' for someone to show you how it's done proper?"
Jake looked down at his bottle, nervously peeling at the label with his thumbnail. "I haven't thought about it, auntie."
A charged silence filled the room as they drank in silence. Elise took a long pull from her bottle.
"I need you in the bedroom, sweetie," she said, her voice suddenly flat. Jake's eyes shot wide in surprise.
She chuckled at his flustered expression. "For cleanin', honey--what else would your auntie need from you?" The question hung in the air between them as they headed upstairs.
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The master bedroom was bigger than he expected, though suspiciously bare. A layer of dust coated the furniture, making it clear why his aunt had asked for help.
The underlying tension between them didn't let up as they worked in silence. Elise leaned over to smooth the fresh bed sheets, her large bottom swaying gently with each movement. Jake's keen eyes caught a strip of pale skin where her overalls dipped low and the undershirt rode up, revealing what looked like a dragon inked on her lower back.
His cock swelled painfully against his jeans. He knew he shouldn't be staring at his aunt like this.
"Jake, sweetie." Her voice was low, dangerous.
He jumped. She hadn't even turned around.
"Yes?"
"You're distracted. Been starin' at Auntie's behind for while now, haven't you?"
He felt his face burn. "I wasn't--"
"Don't you lie to your auntie now." She straightened and turned to face him. The look in her eyes made his throat tight. Her ginger curls glowing in the last rays of the setting sun. "We both know what's happenin' here."
"I don't know what you--"
"Cut the innocent act, boy," she growled, her voice dropping into that commanding sergeant's tone that made his knees weak.
She took a step closer, her tone much more tender now. "I've seen those eyes of yours wanderin'. It's alright to want your auntie."
He swallowed hard. The massive tent in Jake's pants was so obviously noticeable.
Jake backed up until he hit the wall. Elise followed, cutting off his retreat. She leaned in, placing one hand on the wall beside his head. Jake stood paralyzed, his heart pulsed so fast he could hardly breathe.
"Your auntie's been thinkin' about you too." He could smell beer mixed with her luscious scent as her breath warmed his neck.
"But... can you handle what I'm cravin', babydoll?" she whispered huskily, her lips touching his ear.
"No, I..." his voice cracked. "We shouldn't..."
"I know, darlin'," she murmured, pushing closer until her body pressed against him, gripping his hips. "Sometimes the things we shouldn't do feel the best."
Jake twisted in her grip, trying to squirm away as she pressed him against the wall. But her robust frame kept him firmly trapped.
"Quit your squirmin', sweetness," she purred, tightening her grip just enough to make him gasp. "You're just makin' yourself more temptin'."
"But... but you're my aunt," he protested weakly.
"It's just you and me, sugar. Miles from anyone who knows us." Her fingers tilted his face up to meet her gaze. "What happens at the cabin stays at the cabin."
"It's just..." he whispered, still hesitating.
"We can stop right here if you don't want this," she said, voice firm but gentle. "You'll still be my sweet darlin' nephew either way."
Instead of answering, his body leaned in instead, catching her lips. Elise responded immediately, kissing back rough, tongue shoving deep. She bit his lower lip, making him whimper as she pressed harder against him.
Without breaking the kiss, she hoisted him up effortlessly, hands gripping his thighs. Jake's legs wrapped around her waist instinctively. She carried him to the bed like he weighed nothing, laying him down with unexpected gentleness before settling her weight across his hips. She pinned his wrists above his head with one hand. Jake groaned at the feeling of her weight against him.
"Mmm, you're so pretty when you're helpless," she said playfully, her grip now firm but gentle. He couldn't budge an inch. She sat up, straddling him firmly. Her hands moved to the clasps of her overalls, slowly undoing them one by one.
"Been wantin' to see this all day, haven't you, sweetie?" she asked, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate grind teasing his bulge.
"Yes... auntie," he breathed, arching up.
