MY SUMMER IN EXILE

My parents, especially my father, thought that sending me to stay with my aunt and uncle for the summer would do me good. I dreaded the prospect of being stuck in the back of beyond, far away from my friends for two months. But after my father made a threatening comment about sending me to one of those military-style boot camps for delinquent teenage boys the thought of a couple of months with Uncle Roger and Aunt Amanda didn't seem quite so bad.

What precipitated this move was a serious of incidents that caused my parents to fear that the path I was headed down was leading me towards a life of trouble. In retrospect, maybe they were right.

That past April, a few weeks before my nineteenth birthday, dad had gotten a call from Arnold Miller. I was friends with Arnold's son, Kenny. We had known each-other since fifth grade. One weekend when Kenny's parents had gone out we convinced Kenny's older sister, Faith, to buy us some beer. We drank them up in Kenny's room while we listened to music and ogled Faith, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing a mini skirt, pink panties and tank top. It was my first experience with alcohol and it ended up being an unpleasant one, to say the least. By the time Mr. and Mrs. Miller returned home I was passed out on their bed, but only after leaving a puddle of vomit on their bathroom floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Chris? You're too young to drink and you can't even do it without puking your guts up. You've got a lot of growing up to do." Dad was standing over my bed the next morning lecturing me.

My mother had a worried look on her face as she watched from the doorway. "Okay, that's enough, Bruce. He gets the point." she eventually told my father.

I was lying in bed that Saturday morning wishing I would die while my father berated me. I was relieved once he had finished because I thought it meant that he would let me get back to sleep. I felt like shit. Instead, he demanded that I get up and mow the lawn. It was not even nine o'clock.

While I trudged behind the lawn mower that hot morning, feeling the urge to throw up again, I promised myself that I would change my ways. I kept that promise for a little over a month. One night when I got home after hanging out with Kenny at the mall (his father was still not ready to have me back at his house yet) I found my parents waiting for me at the kitchen table. I knew that something was up and it was not good.

"Your mother found something of yours." dad told me.

"What?" I asked, trying to sound less scared than I was.

Dad reached in the breast pocket of his shirt and placed a roach on the table.

"Your mother found this in your jeans this afternoon when she was doing laundry." he announced.

I felt myself go limp. There was no way I could lie my way out of this. I gave my parents a guilty stare while I waited for the fallout.

That was the proverbial last straw for my parents. It was a week or so after that when dad informed me that as soon as school was over for the year they were shipping me off to stay with my aunt and uncle in Shelton. I thought of it as exile.

I was far from happy about being exiled to Shelton for two months. It later occurred to me that Uncle Roger and Aunt Amanda probably weren't exactly overjoyed about hosting their problem child nephew for the summer, although the suggestion had actually been Roger's. I reminded myself that it was only for two months. That fall I would be starting college. Hopefully I could get an apartment somewhere with Kenny or another friend and be out of dad's house for good.

Uncle Roger was dad's brother-in-law. He had been in the military for a few years until he lost two fingers on his left hand during a live-fire exercise. He projected a demeanor of being a no-bullshit sort of guy sometimes, so I knew that I would have to toe the line while I was staying there. Uncle Roger was friendly, but seemed like the type who'd make you dig a latrine if you pissed him off. If you really got on his bad side it might be your grave. Once he returned to civilian life he married my Aunt Amanda, dad's baby sister and the youngest of five siblings, and opened a hardware store in downtown Shelton.

Shelton was a small coastal town about a five hour drive from Waterville, where my parents and I lived. Most people there earned their living as fishermen or farmers. I had only been there once a few years before to attend Roger's and Amanda's wedding. It was the type of town that had more cows than people and the last person to bed turned out the streetlights.

My father's reasoning was that since there was precious little to do in Shelton it would be impossible for me to get into trouble. He hoped that after a summer away from Kenny and whatever other corrupting influences that were in my life I would become the person he wanted me to be. I feared that I would go crazy from boredom. I soon discovered that boredom was probably the least of my worries. Dad informed me that I would be working at Uncle Roger's hardware store for the duration of my stay. He said it would be a way for me to earn my keep. I considered it slave labor.

Chapter 2

My aunt and uncle seemed happy to see me when dad and I arrived at their house. It was the first Saturday in July. They greeted me with warm smiles and hugs. I had half expected to find Uncle Roger wearing a camouflage uniform and shouting at me to do push-ups.

I looked around the spacious yard. I was not accustomed to people having so much land separating their house from their neighbours'. Parked in front of the garage was a blue Ford truck and a white Toyota. I assumed that the truck must be Roger's and the car belonged to Amanda.

"Remember you're a guest here, so you do as Roger and Amanda say. Don't let me find out that you've been getting in trouble here too." dad reminded me in a stern voice before he left.

I swallowed hard and nodded, then I felt a gentle hand rest on my back. It slid up to my right shoulder. It was my Aunt Amanda. She gave my shoulder a slow rub as she pressed her hip to mine.

"Don't worry, Bruce, we'll see that he doesn't get into any more trouble than you did at his age." my aunt told my father.

Dad shot his younger sister an angry glare as his mouth grew taught.

"We've sent him here in hopes that it will give him time to think about where his life is headed and he can get his shit together." dad spat out.

"I think you've forgotten what it's like to be a teenager, big brother," my aunt said "maybe Chris needs to hear some stories about your exploits when you were his age while he's here -- like the time dad's forty year-old Scotch mysteriously vanished, or the flaming bag of dog shit that turned up on Mr. Henderson's porch one Halloween."

My father's jaw was clamped shut as he stormed off towards his car. It started with a roar and he sped out of the driveway in a cloud of dust and flying gravel.

My Aunt Amanda still had her arm draped over my shoulder as we stood on the front porch. She was waving at my father with a smug grin as he drove off. Her breast was rubbing against my side, making my cock rise in my jeans. After dad vanished from sight my aunt shot me a smile.

"Okay, he's gone. Now you can relax and enjoy your summer." Amanda said.

My aunt sounded as relieved as I was as she opened the screen door to invite inside. I joined Roger at the kitchen table while my aunt returned to making apple pies.

"Thanks for sticking up for me with dad earlier, Aunt Amanda."

"My pleasure. I love Bruce, but he sure can be a dick sometimes." she said.

I laughed.

"So, I hear you got into some trouble, Chris." Uncle Roger said.

"Yeah..." I mumbled, avoiding his piercing green eyes and wondering if I should call him 'Sir'.

"I'm going to have to teach you how to hold your liquor before you leave. I don't want you puking on my bathroom floor." He let out a deep laugh and leaned back in his chair.

I stared at my uncle, astonished.

"Roger, stop it," Amanda interjected "Bruce sent him here to avoid that sort of thing. Don't you try to corrupt him!" She had our back to us as she rolled out pastry dough on the counter.

Uncle Roger rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about her, Chris, her bark is worse than her bite."

Aunt Amanda threw a ball of dough towards my uncle. It hit the back of his head and fell to the floor with a soft splat. I let out a loud laugh. Already I could tell that I was going to have a good summer.

"Thanks a lot for letting me stay here this summer, Uncle Roger. You too, Aunt Amanda."

"Roger," he corrected "there's no need for any of that 'aunt' and 'uncle' crap, okay? And you're welcome. We're glad to have you."

I gave my uncle a wide smile and nodded.

That evening after supper I went up to what would be my bedroom for the next eight weeks to unpack. Roger said he was going out to The Eagle for a couple of hours or so. The Eagle was a tavern in town that was founded years ago by a few World War Two veterans. One of their sons ran it now. Uncle Roger liked to go there to socialize more than drink, plus it was the only place in town with pool tables. He also belonged to a darts team that held tournaments there every Wednesday night.

I was stuffing socks and underwear in a bureau drawer when Amanda joined me. I didn't see her at first, but when I turned to get more clothes from my suitcase on the bed I saw her in the doorway to the room. I jumped a bit.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." she said.

"It's okay." I told her, letting out a nervous laugh.

I pulled a few t-shirts from my suitcase and began putting them on hangers in the tiny closet. Amanda walked over to the bed in the corner and sat down, watching me.

"I hope you'll enjoy your stay here, Chris."

"I'm sure I will. I think Roger and I are going to have a lot of fun."

"Just don't have too much fun," she said "your parents are going to be calling to see how you're doing and I'd rather not have to lie to them."

I grinned. "Then I'll just have to make sure you don't find out if I do something I shouldn't."

"You're just like your father." she said, shaking her head.

"How's that?" I asked.

"When we were younger he was always raising hell and making me promise not to tell mom and dad."

"Dad?" I asked, wondering if we were thinking of the same person.

"Yeah... don't forget that Bruce was your age once too. There's probably not much you can think of that he's not tried at least once."

"I have a good imagination though." I joked.

"So does Bruce," she added, then smiled "although it's usually a dirty one."

"Then that's where I get it from." I shot back.

"Oh great, having you around is going to be like being around Bruce when he was your age."

Amanda rolled her eyes and shook her head again, but I could she was just being overly dramatic for comic effect.

I smiled as I continued hanging up clothes in the closet. Amanda was sitting on the bed behind me. I didn't want to stare, but I found that she looked so pretty. She had curly brown hair that trailed a foot or so down her back. Her eyes were a shade darker than her hair. They glistened and seemed to change hue and brightness depending on her emotions. What I had noticed most were the contours of my aunt's body. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a white short-sleeved blouse that left some of her midriff bare. Her tanned legs looked shiny and smooth, but I was more interested in how her breasts filled out her blouse. I had noticed the faintest hint of her nipples pushing at the cotton earlier and was quite sure that she was not wearing a bra.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my aunt get up and look in an open cardboard box beside the bureau to my left. The box contained my ipod, some books and some more clothes.

"Mind if I look at your books?" she asked.

"No. Go ahead."

Amanda knelt beside the box and pulled a paperback out. She read the blurbs on the cover, then flipped through it.

"I like Stephen King too," she remarked "I haven't read this one yet though."

"You can borrow it if you want." I offered.

"Thanks." Amanda put the book down beside her and brought another one from the box.

I had finished hanging up the shirts and t-shirts that were draped over my arm. I turned and took a step towards my aunt as she crouched over the box, looking at one of my books. Her breasts hung down and swayed a bit inside her blouse. My cock began to stiffen. Soon I felt it straining the front of my jeans.

After a few seconds Aunt Amanda straightened her back and turned towards me. Her palms were on her thighs as she looked up at me. Now I was even more aware of my erection. I think she was too because her eyes lingered on the front of my jeans before moving up my body. She was smiling and her dark eyes flickered.

"Isn't this something every guy thinks about?" Her smile was impish.

"What?" I asked, trying to ignore my erection.

"Having a girl kneeling in front of him like this..."

"Yeah... I guess," I mumbled, feeling myself blush "except not their aunt."

"Why? What's wrong with me?" Amanda had a disappointed look on her face as she asked the question.

"Nothing. You look great, Aunt Amanda." I blurted out before I could censor myself.

"Thanks," she said, sounding relieved "but remember, you don't have to call me Aunt Amanda; it makes me sound old. Just Amanda will be fine."

"Okay, Just Amanda." I retorted.

My aunt let out a loud laugh. I watched her breasts jiggle under her blouse. I was still focused on Amanda's chest after she stopped laughing. She smiled, then leaned back and placed her palms behind her on the carpeted floor. The cropped blouse she was wearing slid up her flat stomach to reveal her tanned skin. Her breasts were thrust upwards, straining her blouse.

"How do I look, Chris?"

"Fantastic." I croaked with a dry mouth.

My aunt gave me a smile. She seemed pleased by my comment, rather than uncomfortable.

"A few months ago I let Roger take some pictures of me like this with his digital camera -- except I wasn't wearing quite as much as I am now." Amanda gave me a coy smile and I tried to imagine her naked.

"Wow..." I hissed, unsure of how else to respond and not wanting to say all that I was thinking.

"But I told him that if he shows them to his buddies down at The Eagle I'd cut his balls off."

I laughed. "You don't think he'd do that, do you?"

"Sometimes he likes for me to show off a little, so he might."

"Show off?" I asked.

"You know -- wear stuff that shows some skin. Sometimes a lot of skin."

"Do you mind?"

"No, it turns me on. It makes me feel sexy." she admitted.

After a brief but awkward silence my aunt reached for my book on the floor and stood up.

"I should get back down. I've got a couple of pies in the oven and Roger will be home soon."

"Okay, I'll be down in a while."

"Good." Amanda said, then left the room.

I was watching television when I heard Roger return home later that evening. Amanda was tidying the kitchen. They spoke for a while, then I heard her let out an excited giggle and a deep moan. Next came the hissing sound of Roger reminding her to be quiet, presumably because I was in the next room. I felt uncomfortable and guilty, thinking I was intruding on their privacy.

"Who's winning?" Roger asked as he entered the livingroom and saw the ballgame on tv. He sat down in a chair beside the sofa.

"The Red Sox are up by three at the top of the seventh." I told him.

"Damn." Roger spat out.

Amanda joined us a while later. She stood in the doorway for a moment and commented on how she hates sports, then sat down on Roger's lap. I noticed her looking at me from the corner of my eye, but I kept my eyes on the tv screen. When she let out an excited squeal and laughed I turned by head to the left.

"Roger's bein' bad, Chris," she said "tell him to behave."

My uncle was wearing a boyish grin as he looked my way. His hand was on the inside of Amanda's right thigh. I could not help but wonder where it had been before I had turned my head.

"I'm afraid you're on your own with this one, Amanda. He's a lot bigger than me, so I'm keeping my mouth shut."

Roger let out a loud laugh as he pulled his wife closer. An instant later he had slipped his hand under her blouse to grab her breast.

"Hey, cut that out!" she exclaimed, giggling.

Amanda swatted her husband's hand and lurched back. I watched, feeling my cock throb, wondering how bold my uncle would dare be in front of me. I was about to find out.

"I think someone needs to go to bed." my aunt said.

Amanda kissed Roger's cheek and slid from his lap. She gave his hand a tug, pulling him to his feet.

Roger was standing behind Amanda now. His arms were around her waist and his hands were on her stomach, rubbing it. I watched as one hand slipped under her blouse, inching towards her right breast.

"There are a couple of apple pies on the counter," my aunt told me "if you want a piece before you go to bed, help yourself. There's milk and pop in the fridge too."

"Thanks." I replied.

"Let's go to bed, babe." Roger prodded.

My uncle was still fondling Amanda's breast and as much as I enjoyed watching I was equally surprised that she had not stopped him.

"You guys have a good night." I told them.

"Okay, sleep in as long as you want, Chris," she said "there's nothing to get up early for tomorrow."

I nodded as I stared at my aunt's exposed stomach. Roger's hand had moved her blouse up higher now. Then he reached for her blouse with his other hand. He hooked his finger in the hem of it, a few inches below her hard nipple. He gave it a tug upwards. I could see Amanda's left breast, cupped in his wide hand. It was round and looked very firm. Her brown nipple pointed towards me. It was almost an inch long and thick. Surrounding it was a ring of about two inches and slightly lighter. My aunt's skin was dark and devoid of any tan lines. The tantalizing glimpse of my aunt's breast lasted only a second or two, but the image was burned in my memory forever.

"Roger..." Amanda gasped as she wheeled around to him. She pressed her chest to his.

Roger was laughing, then shot me a grin over his wife's shoulder. "I thought I'd give Chris something to dream about tonight." he said, still laughing.

"If he's anything like his father, he doesn't need for you to flash my boobs at him to get his dirty mind working overtime." She gave me a foxy look and she looked as horny as I was at that moment.

I grinned, but kept silent.

"Night, Chris. Sweet dreams." Roger said as he pulled Amanda towards the stairs.

Chapter 3

I woke earlier than I expected that Sunday morning. The sun filled the bedroom and I heard birds singing outside. It was a foreign sound to me, or maybe I had just not noticed them back home. I could feel the dried cum on my stomach that I had left there the night before and decided to have a shower. Once I finished my shower I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then went downstairs.

The kitchen was deserted when I entered it. I concluded that my aunt and uncle probably liked to sleep in on Sundays, or maybe they weren't sleeping.

The pies that Amanda had baked were on the counter. I had not taken her up on her offer of having a piece the night before because I was eager to get to bed and masturbate, but now they looked tempting.

I cut a piece of pie and poured myself a glass of milk. I ate it at the kitchen table. I was hungry and would have liked another piece but did not want to be greedy. I unlocked the door and went out on the porch. The screen door closed shut behind be with a bang and I worried that it might wake Roger and Amanda.

The sun was beginning to climb in the sky and the air was still. It wasn't nine-thirty yet but I could already tell that it was going to be a hot day. I sat down on the porch landing and looked around the yard.Growing up in Waterville I was used to tiny house lots surrounded by wooden fences. Roger's land spread out to my left and right, much farther than I could have thrown a rock. Bordering it were well-tended, short hedges, just like his neighbours had. I could get to like it here if I knew more people I thought to myself. It was peaceful. Shelton seemed like an area untainted by development and commercialism. I was used to concrete and pavement, not the lush surroundings of my uncle's and aunt's property.

The squeaking sound of the screen door opening behind me interrupted my thoughts. I turned and saw Amanda step out towards me. She was holding a white coffee mug with her name in red type written on it. She sat down on the step below me to my right.

"You're up early." she remarked.

"Yeah, I guess," I said "I woke up and it was such a nice day that I decided not to sleep any longer."

She nodded as she took a sip of tea. "Roger's still in bed. I told him to stay as long as he wanted. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, great. At first it was sort of weird because it was so quiet. I'm used to traffic and sirens all the time."

My aunt looked up at me with a apprehensive smile. "So you never heard anything..."

"Not a sound... maybe a car or two."

"Good."

Amanda had a curious look on her face and I wondered what the cause of it was.

"Why?" I asked.

My aunt took another sip of tea. She stared down towards her feet, thinking. "I was afraid you might have heard me and Roger..." She let out a nervous titter and brought the mug up to her moist lips.

"Oh... no." I said, regretting having gotten her to elaborate.

"Roger was being bad last night," she said "usually he's not like that -- at least not around other people. I hope we didn't make you uncomfortable. I can talk to him about it if you want me too."

I had loved my uncles lewd behavior the previous night, but I was not going to admit to that. Still, I wanted to convey to my aunt that it was not a problem for me, in hopes he would repeat it sometime in the future.

"No, I didn't mind. But you didn't seem to happy about it."

Amanda was wearing a peach-colored sundress. It had narrow straps and a plunging neckline and back that left her upper chest and shoulder blades bare. Her hair was still damp from the shower. It fell down over her soft shoulders and back.

My eyes moved down to Amanda's chest as she leaned over, resting her elbows on her bare knees. I looked at her cleavage. Even without a bra her breasts were rounded and firm. I recalled the look I had gotten at her right one the night before. My cock began to stiffen.

"I was kind of shocked, but I guess I got a little carried-away too," she said "sometimes when Roger has friends over to barbecue or watch a game on tv he'll grab my ass or one of my boobs, but he's never gone as far as he did last night. I mean, he showed you my boob..."

Yeah..." I breathed, fighting a wide smile.

Amanda laughed and gave me a grin. "Not that I heard you complain, Chris."

I laughed, more from nervousness than amusement.

"I think that Roger liked pushing things farther because it was you."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Amanda placed her mug down by her right foot and drew in a deep breath.

"Well, he's normally pretty protective of me and I love it, so he'd never do what he did last night in front of any of his friends for fear they might try something, or hurt me when he's not around. But he likes you, Chris, and he trusts you. Plus, since you're our nephew it makes it more... I don't know... naughty... forbidden. You know what I mean?"

My aunt had a shy, sexy smile on her face as she looked up to me.

I thought about my aunt's comments, feeling my cock swell. What she had said made sense to me. It also excited me even more.

"Will you tell me something?" I asked.

"Sure. What?"

"How do you feel about it?"

A sly expression appeared on my aunt's face as her brown eyes met mine.

"I liked it," she admitted "I'd never be that bold around Roger's friends -- especially if he wasn't there -- but I like you, Chris, and I trust you too. I feel safe enough that I can act a little, you know, slutty. I guess that's how Roger looks at it too, otherwise he wouldn't have done what he did last night. He's never gone that far with his friends around and I wouldn't like it if he did."

I nodded, letting my aunt's words sink in.

Amanda reached for my hand resting on my right thigh. She squeezed it and ran her thumb over the back of it as she smiled up at me. Her soft, warm skin excited me and I wished I could feel her hand all over my body, or feel hers.

"Having you around is going to be a lot of fun." she said.

"I think I'm going to have a lot of fun while I'm here too," I said with a guilty laugh "I might not want to go home."

Amanda let out a loud laugh. "I don't blame you. I wouldn't want to live with Bruce either. What are your plans for the fall?"

"I'm not sure yet. I've applied to a few colleges, so we'll see what happens."

"What do you want to take?"

"I was thinking of getting a degree in Fine Arts, but dad has been trying to talk me out of it. He said to get a real job and not some faggy art course, as he put it, or join the army and kill terrorists. But with a degree in Fine Arts and Illustration I can get a job doing illustrations or photography for books or magazines or advertising companies. He thinks that all I can do with it is become a painter, or one of those starving artists people always talk about who never become famous till after they're dead."

Amanda looked out across the yard, still holding my hand. She sighed and shook her head. I glanced down to the front of her dress again, noticing how her breasts were now pushed together as she pressed against my leg. The image of my cock sliding between them came to mind.

"You know, there's Woodford College in South Martin. It's about a twenty minute drive from here."

"I thought about that," I told Amanda "they have a really good Design course, but it's too far from Waterville."

"What if you stayed with us though?" My aunt's eyes grew wide as she spoke.

My aunt's suggestion came as a shock to me. I thought for a moment. The idea of attending Woodford College and staying with her and Roger sounded wonderful, but I did not want to impose.

"Gee... thanks, Amanda, but it's enough that you're putting up with me this summer; you don't have to let me stay here for school too."

I could feel the heat of my aunt's soft skin as her arm rested on my bare thigh. She was fumbling with my fingers and I liked the feeling. She pulled her hand away and twisted around on the step so she was facing me. Now she was at eye-level with my crotch and I was afraid she would notice the bulge in my shorts. Her hands were on her lap.

"We're not putting up with you, Chris," she assured me "having you stay with us was our suggestion, remember? Roger and I decided that some time away from Bruce would be healthy for you. Bruce thinks this is punishment for you, but I hope you don't see it that way."

"Are you kidding? This is paradise," I exclaimed "I love it here!"

"Okay, I'll talk it over with Roger and see what he thinks, but I can't make any promises. Okay?"

"I know. Just for you to offer is great though. Thanks, Amanda!"

"Hey, anything for my favourite nephew. I'm sure that Roger won't have a problem with it though. Besides, I can be pretty persuasive."

"I bet." I replied, grinning.

Amanda turned to her right when she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. A few minutes later the screen door creaked open and Roger joined us. He sat down beside me, placing his legs on either side of Amanda. His hands went to her bare shoulders and he eased her back towards his crotch.

"Have a good sleep, Chris?" he asked as he caressed his wife's shoulders.

"Like a log." I told him.

"Good." he replied, looking down at Amanda's breasts.

I could sense sexual tension between my uncle and aunt and worried that I was intruding. I kept my eyes straight ahead and said nothing. Amanda's eyes were closed and she let out a series of soft moans as Roger rubbed her back and shoulders.

"Chris... about you working at the hardware store..." Roger began.

"Yeah... dad told me I'd be working there to pay you back for letting me stay here. That's only fair." I interjected.

Roger smiled. "Well, the truth of the matter is that was your dad's idea. I went along with it to shut him up, but really we're not busy enough down there to need another person. If you want to help out while you're here I'd appreciate it, but we don't expect it of you. You could mow the lawn or do a little yard work, but you'd be bored if you were at the store. Hell, I am some days."

"Okay," I said, giving my uncle a puzzled look "but I do want to help with whatever I can. It's great of you guys to let me stay here and I want to pay you any way I can."

"We like having you around," Roger said "it's good practice for when we have kids of our own."

I chuckled. "You guys would make really good parents."

"Actually, we've been trying lately." Amanda interjected.

"Oh..." I grunted.

"Yeah, but we'll try not to keep you awake at night." she shot back.

I felt myself blush and lowered my head.

Roger let out a deep laugh at his wife's brash comment and kissed her neck.

Roger slid the straps of Amanda's dress off of her shoulders and down her arms a ways. She did not protest. Her eyes were closed as she leaned back between his open thighs. Roger was also wearing shorts and she was caressing his calves. The tops of her breasts were uncovered now and I could see her swollen nipples pushing out at her dress, just a few inches below the neckline. Roger caught me looking, but rather than being angry he smiled and tugged his wife's dress away from her left breast a ways, enough to expose her left nipple. It was thick and seemed darker than the night before.

"Roger, be good, or you're not getting laid tonight." Amanda's voice was calm, but resolved. She pressed her hand to her chest.

"Like you could go a day without it." he retorted and kissed her left cheek.

Amanda laughed and wiggled her back against his crotch.

"What do you guys want for lunch?" Amanda asked a while later.

"You." Roger said, cupping his wife's breasts.

"I was thinking of food," she replied, pushing his hands away "are you hungry, Chris?"

"No, thanks," I said, shaking my head "it's too hot to eat."

"Okay, but help yourself to something later if you want. We want you to make yourself at home while you're here."

"Thanks. I think I'll get some juice though." I said, remembering that I had seen some in the fridge earlier.

My hard cock was uncomfortable in my jeans as I walked back in the kitchen. I was also afraid that my aunt and uncle would notice my erection. I stood at the open fridge. The cool air was refreshing and helped to calm me somewhat. I poured a glass of juice and took a gulp, then topped-up the glass again.

I was about to push the screen door open when my eyes caught sight of my uncle. His fingers were beneath the front of Amanda's dress, squeezing her left breast. Her eyes were closed and she had a contented, aroused look on her face. Roger turned his head towards me and winked. I stood there enthralled as my cock throbbed. I could have watched the scene all day but thought better. As I pushed the screen door open Roger slid his hand up to Amanda's shoulder.

I sat down beside Roger again and looked down to my aunt's face. I took a big drink of juice to wet my dry throat.

"That looks good," Roger said, eying the glass in my hand "I think I'll get one." He got up and went inside.

"Enjoying the show, Chris?" Amanda asked after the screen door slammed shut.

"Uh... ya." I grunted.

Amanda smiled and shifted her hips a bit. "Good."

Roger returned a few minutes later. The ice in his glass tinkled as he sat back down. He took a long drink.

"Give me some of that." Amanda said, reaching back with her hand. She gulped down a few mouthfuls before handing the glass back to her husband.

Roger took the glass in his hand. Condensation had formed on the outside and ran down the glass. A drop landed on Amanda's chest. She let out a soft cry of surprise and looked down at the beads of water running towards her cleavage. Roger had a devious grin on his face as he inched his glass lower towards Amanda's partially exposed breasts. She jumped and cried out when she felt the cold, wet glass on her skin.

"Ow... hey, that's cold!" she exclaimed as she sat up.

Amanda pulled her dress up, wiping the cold water from her chest with it, then leaned back again. Roger was still smiling as he finished his juice.

The three of us sat outside for the rest of the afternoon. We talked about all sorts of things and joked with one-another. My uncle continued to caress Amanda's shoulders and upper back, but his hands never strayed elsewhere, much to my disappointment.

"How does a barbecue sound?"

It was getting close to four in the afternoon when Roger made the suggestion. I wasn't hungry until I thought of steaks or chicken grilling.

"That sounds good," Amanda answered "I'm kind of hungry. What about you, Chris?"

"I wasn't till Roger mentioned a barbecue."

"Roger cooks the best barbecued chicken in the county. You're in for a real treat."

"Come give me a hand with the barbecue, Chris."

I followed my uncle to the garage. In a corner was a small orange metal barbecue. The bottom of it was blackened from what appeared to be a lot of use. Beside it was a bag of charcoal briquettes and a wire brush that had a metal scraper on the end.

"Bring the charcoal and brush over to the house." he said.

Roger wheeled the barbecue a few feet away from the house beside a wooden green table. Amanda had gone inside and brought out starter fluid and a lighter. My uncle made a pyramid of briquettes and squirted starter fluid over them.

"Most folks use propane grills these days. I sell a lot of them this time of year, but the best way is still charcoal. It takes longer, but it's worth it because it really flavours the meat." he explained, watching the flames dance over the charcoal.

I nodded, feeling I was receiving arcane knowledge from a wise teacher atop some mountain. Amanda had gone back to the porch steps. She was smiling as she watched us. I noticed that the straps of her dress were securely over her shoulders once more.

Roger went inside and returned a few minutes later. He was carrying a beer can in each hand. He extended his left hand towards me.

"Here..." he said.

I stared at the can of beer in my uncle's hand, hesitant to accept it. "I'm only nineteen, Roger."

"I don't card folks around here, Chris." he said "if you lived in any other country you'd be old enough to drink. I figure if you're old enough to join the army and go get killed in Iraq, then you're old enough to have a beer. Enjoy it."

My uncle's line of reasoning made sense to me. I took the frosty can from his hand and pulled the tab. I was thirsty and the beer tasted good, but I reminded myself not to guzzle it.

"You can chug it if you want, but it's the only one I'm giving you."

I nodded at my uncle.

"For today anyway." he added with a laugh as he brought his can up to his mouth.

Roger and I went back to the porch and sat down. He sat on the step below me, next to Amanda. The smoke from the barbecue was drifting towards us, feeding my hunger.

It wasn't long before the charcoal had turned a light grey colour. Roger pushed them around a bit with the brush I had brought out from the garage.

"We're ready for the chicken, hon." Roger called to Amanda.

My aunt went inside. A short time later she returned with a platter of chicken and a bottle of barbecue sauce.

"There's some plates and utensils on the kitchen table. Could you bring them out, please?" she asked me.

I hurried inside then brought the plates and utensils to Roger standing over the barbecue. He took a large fork from atop the plates in my hand and used it to put a piece of chicken on the hot grill. It sizzled and smoke rose from it. Next he poured some sauce over the meat and smeared it around with the fork. He repeated this process until there was no room left on the grill. He stood back, smiling as he inhaled the aroma of the smoke.

"Now that's how a barbecue should be." he said, sounding pleased with his work.

"How are you at making coleslaw?" Amanda asked me.

I hadn't heard my aunt approaching us across the lawn and the sound of her soft voice surprised me. I turned around.

"I've never made it before." I admitted.

"Then today's your lucky day 'cause I'm going to teach you. That can be one of your jobs while you're here. Come on."

Amanda tugged at my hand, leading me into the kitchen. I stood beside the table, watching her take a cabbage and carrots from the fridge. Once she had gathered up everything she we needed she began explaining the process to me. I was surprised to discover how simple it was.

"Having fun?"

My aunt was standing beside me as I grated a carrot.

"Ah, yeah." I mumbled.

"I didn't mean making coleslaw," she giggled "I meant generally."

"Oh... definitely!"

Amanda put her hand on my back. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Good. So am I." she said.

I felt my aunt's right breast rubbing on my left arm and shifted my eyes over to it. I licked my lip as I stared at her hard nipple pushing out at her dress. She noticed me staring and pushed her chest out.

"Do you like them?" she asked with a foxy smile.

"Of course." I answered, thinking that was just stating the obvious.

"Good, because I get the feeling that you're going to be seeing more of them over the next couple of months."

My eyes met Amanda's with a puzzled look.

"Well, if how Roger's been since you got here is any sign, I give it a week or so before he's trying to get me to walk around topless."

I laughed hard, careful not to cut my fingers as I sliced a cabbage in two.

"A couple of weeks before you got here he was talking about how you were watching me at our wedding reception. I hadn't noticed, but he said that you looked like you thought I was sexy -- although those weren't exactly the words he used."

I blushed, recalling how Amanda had looked that night. She was absolutely beautiful in her wedding dress with a plunging neckline. Her hair was done up high on her head, with a few curls hanging down over her cheeks.

"You looked great, Amanda." was all I dared say.

"Thanks. I felt really pretty for once."

"You always look pretty -- more than pretty." I told her.

Once the coleslaw was ready I put it in the fridge, as Amanda instructed, then we joined Roger outside again.

"The chicken will be done soon." he said, stabbing a piece with a fork.

Amanda and I stood beside the barbecue, looking the meat over and letting the smell of the smoke fill our senses. My mouth began to water and for the first time in a while I forgot about my hard cock. By the time Roger placed the chicken on our plates I was starving.

"Good coleslaw, Chris. It's even better than Amanda's." Roger gave his wife a grin from across the kitchen table.

"It is very good," she agreed "it looks like you've worked yourself into a job for the rest of the summer, Chris."

I gave my aunt and uncle a proud smile. "Good. I'm glad that you guys like it and that I can do something to help a little around here."

Roger and Amanda seemed to be as hungry as I was. We spoke little as we devoured the food on our plates. Once we had finished eating Amanda brought our plates to the sink.

"Let me do the dishes, Amanda."

"No, thanks, Chris. That's not necessary." she replied.

"But I want to. You guys go watch tv and I'll do them.Amanda turned the water off and wiped her hands on a piece of paper towel, smiling at me. She kissed my cheek, then took Roger by the hand into the livingroom.

I could hear my aunt's playful giggles sporadically over the sound of the television while I washed the dishes. My cock began to thicken as I imagined what they might be doing.

When I walked in to the livingroom later Amanda was curled up on the sofa beside Roger. His left arm was around her. Her hand was on his upper thigh.

"Thanks again for doing those dishes, Chris." she said.

"No problem," I replied "maybe that can be another job for me while I'm here."

"We'll see," she said "we never invited you here to put you to work -- no matter what Bruce might think."

"If dad thinks I'm having any fun here he's liable to come and get me." I told her with a laugh.

"Well, when he calls to see how you're doing I'll tell him we have you locked in the garage making t-shirts for kids in third world countries."

I was still laughing at my aunt's comment as I sat down in a chair adjacent to them.

I was not interested in television that evening. My eyes kept darting over to my aunt on the sofa, leaning on Roger's broad chest. He was stroking her left thigh. The hem of her dress had come up, no doubt because of Roger, so her thigh was uncovered. The curve of her hip and ass was obvious against her taught dress.

When Roger got up to go to the bathroom I tore my eyes from Amanda's ass, back to the television. They drifted over to her firm curves once more when I heard his footsteps upstairs. She looked my way and smiled.

"That's not my best side." she joked.

"All of your sides look great." I assured her.

Amanda ran a hand over her ass through her dress as she gave me a flirtatious grin. She gave her ass a squeeze, then a hard slap. She stroked her ass again with her slender hand, then gave it another hard slap. She bit her lower lip and moaned.

"I feel like being such a naughty little slut." she breathed.

Amanda looked up to the ceiling towards the sound of the toilet flushing She tugged her dress down her thigh a few inches, then twisted on the couch and stared at the television screen. Seconds later we heard Roger coming down the stairs.

Roger ran his hand up Amanda's thigh as he sat back down beside her again. He kissed her cheek as he stroked her ass beneath her dress. She made no attempt to stop him from feeling her while I watched. Roger gave me a smile from over her shoulder as I observed them, then turned towards the television. Shortly before ten-thirty Roger looked at his watch, then gave Amanda a glance.

"I should get to bed. I have a load of plywood coming in first thing tomorrow morning." he said.

Roger stood up and tugged Amanda to her feet. The hem of her dress slid down towards her knees.

"Have a good night, Chris." she said as Roger coaxed her towards the hall.

I sat down on the couch where Amanda had been an began flipping through the channels. It was still too early for me to go to bed and I thought that staying downstairs would at least give my aunt and uncle some privacy.

The house soon grew quiet except for the television. I lowered the volume a bit. Roger seemed to like it louder than me. I wondered if his time in the army had impaired his hearing. A while later I heard Amanda giggling, then she let out a sharp squeal. Then there was silence again. I rubbed my hard cock through my jeans, trying to picture what was going on in their bedroom and recalling the day's events.

Once I thought that my aunt and uncle were asleep, or close to it, I crept up the stairs. I was as quiet as possible in the bathroom and getting undressed for bed. My whole body felt taught with arousal. I had been horny all day and was waiting for night when I could release my pent-up energy. It wasn't long before I came as I fantasized about my aunt, then rolled over and fell to sleep almost immediately.

Chapter 4

The shower running on the other side of the wall behind my bed woke me the next morning. I looked at my watch and discovered that it was just after seven. I groaned. Somehow I soon managed to fall back to sleep. The next time I woke it was almost eight-thirty.

I sat up and leaned over the side of the bed. I stretched and brushed my hair from my eyes. I grabbed a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor from the bureau and trudged to the bathroom.

After standing under the hot spray of the shower a while I felt more like a human being. After I showered I wrapped a towel around my waist and stood at the sink, shaving.

As I was leaving the bathroom Amanda poked her head from around her bedroom door. "Are you finished in there?" she asked.

"Yes, it's all yours."

Amanda stepped in to the hall. She was wearing a light pink bathrobe with flowers. It was tied loosely around her waist and stopped just above her knees. I watched her walk towards me.

"Did you have a good sleep?" she asked.

"Great. Did you?"

Amanda nodded and smiled. She was a few feet in front of me. I could feel my rising cock push out at the towel around my waist. I gave the towel a tug, making sure it was tight as possible. Amanda's eyes were drawn to my hands. She smiled when she looked down at the front of my towel.

"Happy to see me, Chris?"

My aunt's voice was sweet and sexy. She took another few steps until she was pressed to me.

"Of course." I gave my aunt a silly grin, which made her giggle.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower and I'll meet you downstairs later." Amanda said.

"Okay."

I dried myself off and pulled on boxers, shorts and a t-shirt before going down to the kitchen. I was thirsty and the thought of a piece of Amanda's apple pie sounded good.

I was sitting on the porch listening to my ipod so I never heard Amanda. It was only when I noticed movement from the corner of my eye and she sat down that I realized she had joined me. She was holding the white mug with her name on it in her hands.

"Whatcha listening to?" she asked.

"A bunch of MP3s I put on before I came here."

"Any Faith Hill or Lonestar?"

I shook my head.

"I probably wouldn't like your taste in music then," she concluded "what were you listening to just now?"

"The Kings of Leon." I told her.

"Never heard of them." she said

"They're really good." I assured her.

"As good as Lonestar?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Probably a lot better." I teased.

My aunt was wearing denim shorts, sandals and a red tank top. Her damp hair shimmered in the morning sun. She looked as pretty as always, but it occurred to me that her choice of clothes seemed more modest than the previous day. I wondered if it was deliberate since she and I would be alone throughout the day while Roger was at work. Perhaps she did not want to wear anything too revealing in hopes of avoiding any unwanted attention or advances from me. Whatever the reason, I had decided to not do or say anything suggestive or inappropriate. If she did that would be great, but it was entirely up to her. A moment of weakness on my part might get me sent back home to my father and that was the last thing I wanted.

"What a beautiful day," she said "I'm stalling as long as I can, but I have to do some laundry soon."

"Can I give you a hand with it?"

"No, thanks, Chris. That's okay. There's not much. It's just the thought of it that makes me dread it. It won't take me long."

"Okay." I said, looking out at the yard.

Amanda finished her tea, then stood up. "Well, time to get at it, I suppose." She sounded reluctant.

I stared at my aunt's ass and hips as she walked back inside. The screen door closed behind her with a bang, then she turned around and smiled at me before walking off. After she was gone I returned to listening to my ipod while my mind filled with lewd thoughts about Amanda.

Amanda returned about a half hour later. I pulled the earbuds away from my head and turned off my ipod. She sat down beside me, so close that our bare thighs almost touched. I looked down at hers, noting how smooth and soft they looked.

"Now I can relax for another half hour or so." she said.

I never replied, except to nod as I gave her a brief, faint smile.

My aunt was resting her palms flat on either side of her hips on the porch landing. I felt the back of her hand brush against my thigh. I jumped a bit and looked down just as she did. Then she raised her head, smiling.

"Are you always this nervous when a girl touches you?" Her voice was soft and seductive.

I gulped. "No... well, to tell you the truth, it's been a while and it sort of surprised me."

"How long?" she asked, running her fingernail down the side of my thigh.

My aunt's touch made me quiver and my cock pushed out at the zipper of my shorts.

"Too long." was my enigmatic reply.

Amanda smiled. "Do you have a girlfriend back home?"

"No." I said, almost ashamed to admit it.

"How long has it been then?" she prodded.

I was growing uncomfortable with my aunt's questions. I wiped my palms on my shorts.

"Since...?"

"You got laid." she giggled, pushing her shoulder against mine.

My face must have been blood red. It felt hot. I frowned and looked down to my feet, trying to think of a believable lie.

"Chris... you mean you haven't..."

"It's none of your business, Amanda." I blurted out, then stormed inside. The screen door banged shut behind me as I walked to the livingroom.

I was sulking on the sofa when Amanda approached me. She looked sad as she sat down beside me. She stared at the floor for a bit, then turned to face me.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I never meant to embarrass you." she said in a meek voice.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, Amanda."

Amanda slid back on the sofa and leaned closer to me. She was pressed to my left arm. Her skin on mine felt nice and made my cock stiffen again. I felt the back of her hand brush over my thigh.

"You look happy to see me again?" she said, looking down to my lap.

I gave my aunt a chagrined look. "Sorry..." I mumbled.

Amanda slid her arm under mine and held my hand. Her breast was pressed to me now, which made my cock stiffer.

"Don't ever be sorry about that, Chris. Like this morning outside the bathroom; I liked that." she said in a breathy voice.

I looked at my aunt and forced a smile. Her mouth was inches from mine. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips moist.

"I... I was afraid you'd be pissed-off, or thought it was gross because you're my aunt."

Amanda's quiet laugh reassured me. "It's more exciting because I'm your aunt. If it was one of Roger's buddies, then it would be gross."

"Okay." I replied, feeling relieved and very horny.

"Can I ask you an embarrassing question?"

I wanted to say 'no', but thought it would be rude. "Okay." I told Amanda.

"You've never been with a girl yet, have you?"

I shook my head. My eyes darted to my aunt's for an instant, then back to the bulge in my shorts.

"Not all the way." I mumbled.

"Don't worry. It'll happen eventually, Chris." Amanda kissed my cheek and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

I wished I could be as confidant about that as she was. I shrugged.

"Do you like it when Roger shows me off?"

"Absolutely!" I gasped.

Amanda laughed at my enthusiastic response. "I thought so, but you always seem so shy. Don't be shy about looking, Chris. That's the whole point. He'll decide how much he wants to let you see."

"What about you? Don't you get to decide?" I asked.

"He knows I'm up for whatever he is while you're here. But he especially likes to flash my tits, so you're probably going to see them quite a bit."

"Cool..." I said in a husky voice.

"I should go check my laundry. It's probably ready to be hung up."

Amanda got up and went down in the basement, leaving me alone on the couch, rubbing my cock through my shorts. When I heard my aunt climbing the steps a while later I snatched my hand away from my crotch.

"Come keep me company while I hang this stuff out." Amanda called to me.

Running from a post on the back porch to another post by the garage was a clothesline running on pulleys. At my aunt's feet was a yellow plastic basket containing a pile of sheets and clothes. She was pinning them to the line one by one. I looked down to the basket and noticed several pairs of her panties. Most looked very sexy and were white, red, blue or black. I also noticed a few pairs of thong underwear as well. My cock twitched as I tried to imagine them on her.

I watched my aunt in silence as she hung the clothes on the line. They swayed in the breeze. I didn't want to stare. but I was almost fascinated by her bras and panties. I was still surveying a black bra dangling from the line by the time she had finished.

"Do you like my underwear?" she asked, as if she had read my mind.

"They're sexy." I intoned, turning towards her.

"I only own a few bras," she said "and right now they're all on the line."

"Oh..." I mumbled, trying not to leer at her chest.

Amanda slid the straps of her tank top down her arms to reveal her bare shoulders. "See..."

I stared at my aunt's chest. Now her tank top was pulled tight over her breasts, highlighting their size and shape. Her nipples were hard. As she sidled up to me her top slipped down further to reveal a bit of her cleavage. She looked down, checking to see how much skin she was showing.

"Remember your first night here, up in your room?" she asked.

I nodded because my mouth was too dry to speak.

"Were you hard?" Amanda asked. Her voice soft, as though she was too shy to ask the question.

"Yes." I admitted, blushing.

"I thought so," she said, sounding vindicated "I guess you know what I was thinking when I was kneeling there in front of you."

"Probably the same thing I was."

Amanda let out a wanton laugh. "We better go in before the neighbours start talking about us."

I glanced over my shoulder. The nearest houses were a ways away, but my aunt's caution was probably well-founded.

Amanda was leaning on the counter by the sink when I entered the kitchen. Her tank top was still down her chest a ways. She took my hands in hers and pulled me closer until I was standing in front of her. She put her hands on my hips and tugged at them until I felt my hard cock rubbing against her.

"Mmmm... two horny men to tease all summer... I'm the luckiest girl in town." she cooed.

I gave my aunt a smile as my hands slid up her hips. It was the first time I had touched her except for hugs since I had gotten there.

"Maybe we're the luckiest guys in town..." I countered.

Amanda laughed and wiggled her hips a bit.

"I have to do some grocery shopping. Want to come with me?"

"Sure."

I would have done anything my aunt suggested. Whatsmore, even a trip to the grocery store would be a change of pace. It would also give me a chance to see some more of Shelton.

It was even hotter by the time my aunt and I returned from grocery shopping. I was glad to be back at their house. I helped Amanda carry the bags inside and put the groceries away. While she brought the clothes in from the line I drank some juice, watching her as she moved about.

Around four-thirty the phone rang. Amanda and I were watching tv.

"That was Roger. He wanted to know if you could start up the barbecue so it'll be ready for when he gets home." she told me after she rang off.

"Sure. No problem."

I was glad to have something useful to do and the idea of more barbecued chicken sounded good. I brought out the starter fluid and a lighter, then got the barbecue and briquettes from the garage. After scrapping the grill with the brush I started the barbecue.

The charcoal had turned grey and orange by the time Roger's truck entered the yard. Amanda made coleslaw and had the chicken ready for Roger to cook. Roger was standing beside me at the barbecue complimenting me on the job I'd done when Amanda called to him from the doorway. Her tone sounded serious. Roger went inside.

I waited outside by the barbecue for Roger to return. He was inside for quite a while and I grew nervous. The thought that was foremost in my mind was that Amanda was telling him about what had happened between us while he was at work that day. I imagined Roger returning, angry and ready to drive me back to my father.

When I saw Roger and Amanda walking across the lawn later, holding hands and smiling, I felt relieved, but still curious.

"We've got some good news, Chris, but you can't tell anyone for a while." she said.

"What?" I asked, my brow furrowing.

"I'm pregnant!" she blurted out, unable to contain her happiness.

I beamed a wide smile at my aunt and uncle and gave his hand a firm shake.

"Congratulations! I'm so happy for you guys."

"Thanks." Amanda said, clutching Roger's waist.

"Have you guys picked out names yet?" I asked.

"We're still arguing about that," my aunt said "Roger likes Katherine if we have a girl and I like Emily."

"And if it's a boy?"

"We've decided on Eric." she said.

Roger had dashed inside and was walking back towards us with a can of beer in each hand. He handed me one, still smiling.

"This calls for a celebration. He said.

I pulled the tab and knocked my can of beer against his. "Congratulations, guys. This is great news." I said.

"Just don't tell your folks or anyone else yet," Amanda reminded me "we want to wait a while before we tell everyone, just to make sure." Her smile faded for a moment and she looked worried.

"I won't, but I'm sure everything will be just fine." I told her.

That evening the barbecued chicken seemed to taste even better than the day before, but it was probably just because we were all in a wonderful mood after receiving Amanda's good news. Once supper was finished I did the dishes and let my aunt and uncle have some time alone in the livingroom. I went outside and listened to my ipod, staring up at the night sky for an hour or so.

Roger and Amanda were cuddling on the sofa when I joined them. The television was on, but they seemed oblivious to it. We talked a bit, but I noticed that my uncle's behavior with Amanda lacked any of the risque antics I had gotten accustomed to already. About an hour later they went to bed.

Chapter 5

The sound of the shower running as Roger got ready for work woke me again the next morning. I fell back to sleep, only to be woken by it once more about an hour later. Once Amanda was finished in the bathroom I decided to get up.

Amanda was in the kitchen having breakfast when I got down there later. She was drinking a glass of orange juice and eating cereal. I assumed she wanted to ensure she was eating healthy foods now that she was pregnant.

"Hey, how was your night?" she asked.

"Good. Yours?"

She nodded and smiled as she munched a mouthful of cereal.

I poured a glass of milk and discovered that there was some apple pie left, so that was my breakfast. I sat beside my aunt at the table.

"It looks like I'm going to have to make some more pies." she remarked.

"They're too good," I said "so they don't last long."

Amanda was wearing a blue dress with a row of buttons down to the waist, although I noticed that the top two were undone. When she got up to get more orange juice I saw the movements of her breasts beneath her dress and guessed that she was braless. As she sat back down she caught my eyes on her and smiled.

"I don't know how much longer I'll be able to fit into this dress, so I better wear it while I can." she said.

"It looks really good on you." I told her.

"You like it 'cause it's tight on top, don't you?" she surmised, sticking her chest out towards me.

"Guilty as charged." I replied.

Amanda was laughing at my reply as she undid another button on her dress. She opened it wider and waited for my reaction."How's that then?" she asked. Her dark eyes had a sexy glint in them.

"Better." I told my aunt, staring into her open dress.

Amanda finished her cereal and brought her bowl to the sink. I followed her with my eyes, staring at the side of her left breast appearing in the opening of her dress. It shook as she moved. When she turned around her eyes met mine, then moved down my body to the bulge in my jeans. She smiled.

"So, what are you plans for today?" my aunt asked me.

"Staring at you." I answered.

"I was thinking I'd start that book I borrowed from you," she told me "it's so nice out that I thought I'd sit in the sun and read."

Amanda left the kitchen and went upstairs. A few minutes later I heard her galloping back down the stairs and she returned holding my book. She went out on the porch and sat down in a folding chair in the corner.

I realized that my aunt probably wanted some time alone, so I decided not to interrupt her solitude. I got a book from my room from the ones I had brought and settled down on the couch to read. I soon became engrossed in the novel and forgot about Amanda momentarily.

It was shortly after noon when the sound of the screen door opening brought me back to the present. Amanda entered the livingroom. Almost immediately I noticed that she had buttoned her dress up again.

"Are you getting hungry?" she asked.

"Yes, a little." I told her.

"How about we go out for burgers and fries? My treat."

I flashed my aunt a wide smile, then dog-eared the page I had been reading. I tossed the book on the couch and followed Amanda out to her car.

"I have to make a quick stop at the post office to check the mail." my aunt said as she drove towards town.

I waited in the car while Amanda dashed inside the post office. She walked out a few minutes later holding a small stack of envelopes and fliers.

"This one is for you." she said, handing me a small white envelope.

I stared at the envelope a second before recognizing my mother's handwriting. When I pulled out the sheet of paper and unfolded it fifty dollars fell into my lap. I picked it up, wide-eyed, then read the note:

Dear Chris, I thought that you might need a little spending money while you're there. Just make sure your father doesn't find out. I hope all is well. Things here are fine. love, Mom

Amanda was smiling at me as I pushed the money into the front pocket of my jeans. She seemed as happy for me as I was.

"Well, it looks like burgers and fries are on me." I told her.

"No. Thanks, Chris," she said "but spend your money on something you want for yourself."

"I want to spend some of it on you, Amanda. Besides, I have some more. I sold some CDs and books I didn't want anymore before I came here."

My aunt smiled. She started her car and drove off.

"Thanks for buying me dinner." Amanda said as we ate our food.

I smiled at my aunt sitting across from me in the small booth.

"You're welcome," I said "I'm glad to be able to do something for you. You and Roger have been so good to me."

"We're more than happy to, Chris."

I didn't want to make my aunt uncomfortable by staring, but she looked so pretty that it was difficult to keep my eyes off of her. She was wearing eye shadow and eyeliner and some lip gloss. Just that little bit of makeup brought out her features and made her look even more alluring. My cock began to harden.

Amanda brought a French fry up to her mouth, then her eyes met mine. She grinned and her tongue darted out. She licked the French fry, then sucked it, watching my reaction.

"I'm used to having something a lot bigger than this in my mouth." she said with a provocative grin.

"Harder too, I bet."

Amanda nodded. I noticed her shift her hips a bit on the seat. A few moments later I felt her bare foot rubbing over my crotch. My cock grew harder, pushing towards the sole of her foot. I turned left and right to make sure that no one was watching but there weren't many people around. A teenage couple sat in the corner talking and behind Amanda there was an elderly man and woman.

Amanda pressed her foot harder against my erection and began rubbing it. I spread my legs and pushed my hips forward. The ball of her foot rubbed over the head of my cock. I quivered and worried that I'd cum in my jeans if she continued much longer. About a minute later she removed her foot and slipped it back in her sandal.

"Are you sure you're not adopted?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. Why?" I asked. My eyes narrowed and my brow furrowed as I wondered why my aunt had asked the question.

"Because you're sure not built like Bruce down there."

Now my eyes grew wide. I wondered how my aunt had come to know this, assuming she was correct.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Well... I don't exactly," she said with a shrug "I mean, I've never seen you, but I've got a good idea now."

"But what about dad?"

Amanda ate another fry and grinned.

"I was a curious girl when I was younger and Bruce was quite willing to satisfy my curiosity."

"You mean you and he..."

"No," she interrupted "we never went further than looking and touching. Sort of like how it's been with you and me. Well... maybe a little more than that sometimes."

My aunt let out a guilty chuckle and lowered her head to her food. My mind filled with dozens of ideas of the sort of illicit things that my father and his sister might have done when they were younger. Knowing dad as I did it was hard to believe though, but the thought of it aroused me.

"The next time Bruce is busting your balls over something, call him 'Woody'. That was my pet name for him because he was always hard when we were alone." my aunt informed me.

I let out a loud laugh as I wiped my hands on a paper napkin.

Amanda picked up her orange plastic tray. I trailed behind her to the garbage can, then out to her car. I was still hard, so I made sure I was a few steps behind her so she would not notice -- although she must have at least suspected it.

Amanda's car window was down and the breeze blew her hair about as she drove. I looked over to her and smiled. She glanced down to the bulge in my jeans, then tugged the hem of her dress up. It slid past her knees and over her thighs. When it was gathered around her hips she spread her knees apart and lifted her dress to show me her panties. They were a red pair that I had seen the day before on the clothesline.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"They look a lot better on you than they did hanging on the line yesterday."

Amanda laughed as she watched the oncoming road.

When Amanda didn't turn right onto the road where she and Roger lived I wondered where she was going. I didn't ask, but as we got further out of town and the houses grew further apart I decided to ask.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere special." she said.

About five minutes later Amanda turned left down a narrow dirt road. It had wheel ruts and was lined with pines an alders. They scraped against the side of the car as she crept along the road, trying to avoid potholes.

We came to a clearing and I saw a large body of water. I could smell the salty air as the breeze washed over us. Above us a few seagulls circled.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Privateer's Cove. Come on." she said.

Amanda got out of the car and began walking towards the water. She had parked in a clearing that had the remnants of a bonfire off to one side. Charred wood and ashes lay in the middle of a circle of rocks. Empty beer cans and wine bottles dotted a grassy area behind that beside some white birch.

There was a sheer bank leading down to the windswept beach that was strewn with rocks and kelp. To my left I saw a group of gulls walking about, pecking in the sand. Amanda stood at the edge of the bank and filled her lungs with the sea air, smiling. The wind was blowing her hair around. It had also stiffened her nipples.

Amanda reached her hand out to mine. She tugged me closer and put her arm around my waist. My arm went around her and she pressed herself against my left side.

"This is my favourite spot in the whole world," she sighed "no one comes here in the day because it's no good for swimming. There's just kids who come to party on the weekends."

I could easily see why my aunt loved the cove. It was beautiful and a ideal place when someone needed to be alone.

Amanda took a step to her right so she was standing in front of me. She pulled my arms around her waist, holding my hands in hers against the curve of her stomach. Her hips moved a bit, causing her firm ass to rub against the front of my jeans. I felt my hard shaft pushing at her ass. She let out a soft moan and pushed back harder, grinding her ass against my hard cock. When she leaned over a bit and began moving her hips in a tight circle my heart began to race faster.

Amanda turned around and pulled at my hand. She walked me back to her car and leaned against the driver's side. Her thick nipples stood out from the front of her dress. I looked down at them.

My aunt began unbuttoning her dress while I watched. She smiled up at me -- a sexy smile like she had given me the evening she knelt at my feet in the bedroom. She took her time with the buttons, wanting to tease me and heighten my arousal, I suppose. Inch by inch more of Amanda's chest became exposed. I looked down at the cleft between her round breasts and the edges of them. Once my aunt had gotten her dress unbuttoned to her waist she shrugged it off of her shoulders and slid it down her arms. The top half of it hung limp down around her hips. I stared at her half-naked body. She was breathtaking.

"This is what you wanted to see, isn't it, Chris?" she said in a silky voice.

"Yeah..." I mumbled.

My eyes were fixed on my aunt's perfect breasts. They hung down a bit and turned up at the end so her thick nipples pointed towards my open mouth. They were harder and thicker now that they were exposed to the air.

"What else do you want to see?" Her voice was so sexy that I thought she could make me cum just by talking.

I was too shy and overcome by arousal to speak.

"This?" she asked, tugging at the bottom half of her dress.

I lowered my eyes as the hem of Amanda's dress slid up her tanned legs. She had spread her feet apart so her thighs were open wide.

"Want to see my pussy, Chris? It's so wet right now..."

The hem of Amanda's dress was inches below her panties. When she tugged it the rest of the way to reveal them I felt weak with lust. The thin red material was pulled tight over her mound and had slipped between her lips a bit.

"Roger didn't fuck me last night and I've been so horny all day." she said in a husky voice.

Amanda pressed her fingers to her panties and pushed down on her lips. She closed her eyes and moaned, then looked at me. She pinched the waistband of her panties in her fingers and slid them down her legs. They fell around her ankles. She picked them up and tossed them inside the car.

"Now there's something I've wanted to see." Amanda said.

I looked down as my aunt's fingers worked at the button of my jeans, then tugged the zipper down. She slid her fingers in my jeans over my hips and eased them down to my knees. My hard shaft stood out towards her inside my boxers. I felt silly and shy. Amanda's wide eyes were riveted to the tent in my underwear and she had an eager look on her face.

"Can I see it?" she asked, almost begging, as she tugged at the elastic waistband.

"Okay." I said with a nod.

My aunt tugged my boxers down over my hips. The cool air on my cock felt nice. It twitched and stood out from my body, pointing towards Amanda's stomach.

"Oh my... if I had've known your cock was so nice I would have done what I was thinking about that night in your room."

I smiled, wondering if she meant it or was just flattering me to put me at ease.

Amanda pulled me closer by my hips. The swollen head of my cock brushed over her stomach through her dress. She ran her fingertips down the underside, then back up. She held my balls, moving them around as if she was appraising their heft and size, then pulled her hand away, biting her lower lip.

I ogled Amanda's breasts as her hands roamed over my hips and ass. She pulled me to her body. My cock poked against her stomach and her bare breasts rubbed over my chest through my t-shirt.

"Ready to fuck your Aunt Amanda?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes." I moaned.

"You've been ready for days, haven't you, Chris?"

I nodded and mumbled a reply.

"Me too." she breathed.

Amanda turned around and leaned over the hood of her car, resting on her elbows. She tugged her dress up until it was bunched around her lower back, then looked back at me. Her hair was around her face and she had a wanton look in her half-closed eyes. My eyes moved over her round ass, down to her glistening lips between her thighs. She spread her feet further apart while I looked at her wet pussy.

"Just don't cum in me," she said "only Roger's allowed to do that."

"Okay." I grunted.

My aunt's thighs and ass felt soft and cushiony as I pressed myself against her, holding her by her hips. I felt the head of my cock slide over her slippery lips. I pushed my hips, feeling my shaft move about. I felt embarrassed by my clumsy movements and waited for Amanda to ridicule me. Instead, she reached behind herself and took my swollen cock in her hand. She guided the head between her folds, moaning as the head slipped inside her.

"Fuck your slutty aunt, Chris." she moaned as she leaned over her car.

I gripped Amanda's curvy hips and began pumping. She was tighter and wetter than I could have imagined. I felt her squeeze my cock deep in her as my stomach pressed to her ass. Sweat was forming on my back as I thrust my hips harder, shoving my cock in her tight pussy.

Amanda was moaning and her breasts swayed beneath her as my cock slid in and out of her. I reached under her and squeezed her right breast hard. I pinched her nipple and gave it a tug. She cried out and clenched her fists as she pushed back at me.

"Jesus... fuck my cunt, Chris... shove your thick cock in me." my aunt cried out.

I was glad we were a long ways from the nearest house.

Amanda's breasts shook and I heard the sound of my body slap against hers as I thrust harder and faster. Were it not for her dirty talk I might have been able to last a while longer, but that, coupled with the exquisite feeling of her body, was too much for me. I pulled my cock from her tight pussy, seconds before three thick streams of cum shot from it on the ground.

My aunt stood up and turned around. My cock was still somewhat hard and her eyes moved down to it. In an instant she was kneeling on the grass at my feet. She grabbed the base of my shaft and engulfed it with her warm, wet mouth. She moaned and sucked hard while I held her shoulders. As my cock began to soften Amanda slid her wet lips off of it. She leaned back, smiling up at me as she wiped her chin.

I helped Amanda to her feet. She pressed herself to me and kissed my cheek. I began pulling my underwear and jeans back up.

"You were so good, Chris."

I shrugged in disbelief. "I was too quick."

"I take that as a compliment," she assured me "if a guy cums fast it means he's turned on by me. If he takes a while, then I get to enjoy it longer. Either way is good for me.

Amanda had slipped her hand up under her dress to rub her pussy. I tugged the hem of her dress up to her hips so I could watch her play with herself. She spread her pink lips apart to show me her hard clit. It was shiny and she pressed down on it, moving her fingertip in a circle.

I pushed my aunt's hand aside and pressed my fingers to her lips. They felt full and wet. I slipped a finger in her and pressed my thumb to her pink button.

"Feel like playin' with it?" she asked in a shy, sexy voice.

Amanda leaned back on her car, holding her dress in her hands. She looked down, watching me finger her and rub her clit.

"When was the last time someone besides Roger touched you there?"

My aunt thought for a moment. "It's been years."

"Has dad?"

"Years ago," she admitted "but right now I want my favorite nephew to play with my pussy."

Amanda was holding my shoulders while I fingered and rubbed her. I leaned forward and sucked her right nipple between my lips. It felt good. I swirled my tongue around it as she caressed my back and moaned. Amanda was gripping my finger harder inside her and moving her hips to meet my thumb rubbing her clit. Her breathing was rapid and her moans louder.

"Oh god... Jesus... Chris... I'm..."

My aunt let out a loud moan and dug her fingertips into my shoulders. I kept up the movements with my fingers until I felt her hand on my wrist, pushing me away.

"No... it's too sensitive... please... oh god." she moaned.

I slipped my finger from inside my aunt and rested my hand on her ass. She was panting now, using my shoulder to support herself. Soon she became calmer.

"Shit. I haven't cum that hard in months." she gasped, pushing her hair from her face.

I gave her a proud smile.

"We should probably be getting back." she said a few minutes later.

I stared out of the side window, not speaking, as Amanda drove back towards their house. I felt spent. What had happened was a wonderful experience -- the best that had ever happened to me and something I would never forget -- but I also felt an almost overwhelming sense of guilt.

"You're awfully quiet." Amanda remarked, glancing towards me.

I grunted.

"What's wrong, Chris? I thought you liked what we did."

"I did. It was amazing. I just feel guilty is all. I like Roger. He's been good to me."

Amanda reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze and rubbed her thumb over my knuckles.

"Don't worry about Roger. I love him with all my heart and we have a good marriage, but he knew he was playing with fire by bringing out my slutty side. We talked it over and made some rules for while you're with us. He was the one who showed you my tits, remember?"

"Rules? What rules." I asked, turning towards my aunt.

"Nevermind," she grinned "just have a good time while you're here because that's what Roger and I both want. I know we will."

"Okay." I told her, although I didn't completely understand.

I stared out of the car window again. Amanda had rested her hand on my thigh as she drove. It was soft and warm. I put mine on it and looked over at her. The smile on my aunt's face as she drove helped to reassure me that whatever happened that summer would be okay.