LIVING WITH AUNT SARAH

A few years ago, my girlfriend left me for another guy not long after we moved to another city post-graduation. My aunt, who lived in the same city with her second husband, could tell that the breakup was tough on me, both emotionally and financially, so she convinced me to move in with them. I tried to resist, but my cousin had just gone off to college, so they had the room.

My aunt, Sarah, is my mom's sister. She was 40 at the time with dark brown hair and naturally tan skin (just like everyone in my family). Because her second husband, Rick, owned a couple bars, she didn't need to work during the day, so she spent most of the time working out. Needless to say, she was fit, but she never lost the bust that seemed to grow naturally in my family.

For the first few months, I was kind of a sad sack. I would sleep in and then just watch TV during the day. That changed in a single morning. I hadn't been up too late the night before, but I was still determined to sleep until noon or so.

Sarah had other plans. She came bursting into the room and ripped the blankets off of me shouting, "Wake up, sleepy-head!"

I woke up startled, from the sudden chill in the air that i felt come over me - I was only in boxers. I said, "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Yes," Sarah said. She had a big smile on and was dressed in yoga pants and a tank with a sports bra as well as tennis shoes. She hopped from one foot to the next. "Rick's at work. My friends are all busy. You're going to work out with me."

"Okay," I said, blearily. "When do we leave?"

"You've got 30 minutes," she said. And then a curious thing happened. I watched her eyes slowly fall down to my crotch and her smile gave way to something more like a frown. "I'll...give you a second."

I looked down and realized, to my horror, I had an erection. I began to say something as I covered it up, but she was already gone.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself. This had the ability to be one of those things that really makes things awkward between two people - between two family members, no less. And I didn't want to be on weird terms with her and Rick.

But I couldn't think of that at the moment. I had to go. So got up, put on some gym shorts, a t-shirt, laced up a pair of old running shoes and ran to the bathroom. When I was done, I went downstairs and found Sarah waiting at the dining room table.

"Hey," I said.

She looked up at me, smiled, and tossed a bottle of water my way. "Let's go, slowpoke."

On the way to the gym, there was kind of a weird silence, even though we had the radio on. I racked my brain, trying to think of something to say. Do I address it? Do we just act like it didn't happen? Do I just change the subject altogether?

Luckily, I didn't have to say anything because Sarah went first.

"Listen, kiddo," she said. I wanted to groan at being called that - I was 23. "Sorry I barged in on you like that."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Your house, your rules," I joked. She smiled.

"We're here!" she exclaimed as we rolled into the parking lot of the gym.

The place was huge - think GloboGym in Dodgeball. I walked in behind her and immediately felt the blast of hard techno music and the smell of sweat and rubber. There were two stories, the top was mostly ellipticals and treadmills with a few racquetball courts while the main level was all weights. I think there was a lower level with a pool, but we never made our way there. There weren't a lot of people there at the time since it was a Tuesday morning. Mostly just the staff - men and women in better shape than I could ever dream of being.

Sarah and I went to the ellipticals - specifically the ones with the TVs.

"What?" she said as she hopped up on one and turned it to the Food Network. "I can't do both?"

I didn't say anything. I just smiled and hopped up on the machine next to her and flipped through the channels, finally settling on ESPN. I'm not a huge sports guy, but I at least wanted to look like I was in front of my aunt.

We ran for about 20 minutes before I realized there were mirrors in the gym, like there are in most gyms. That's when I also noticed Sarah running. Like I said, she was wearing a sports bra, but that wasn't enough to keep her breasts from moving - they were large.

I was careful not to stare for too long. I'd peek up, just above my TV and would catch a glimpse and then go back to watching TV. I watched them sway with every stride she took. Eventually her chest began to sweat a little, causing her shirt to cling. It was incredible. At that moment, I didn't care she was my aunt - I couldn't take my eyes off her.

After a couple more seconds, I forced myself to stop, but it was too late. I glanced up and made eye contact with Sarah through the Mirror. I broke right away and tried to make it look like I was just watching the TV, even going to the trouble of casually taking a drink of water.

She didn't say anything and I just went straight back to jogging. After another 10 minutes, I was done. Everything from my lungs to my calves burned. I stepped down from the machine and felt my legs burst with pain.

"You okay?" Sarah asked with a grin. "Are you going to need me to carry you to the car?"

I believed she could, too. I smiled as best I could as I gasped for breath and fumbled for my water bottle. "I could go all day."

"I bet you could," she said with an upturned eyebrow. "Here, let me stretch you. You're walking all funny, which means you're going to cramp up if I don't."

I didn't argue. I got down on the padded floor and laid on my back. There was no one else around except for an old woman across the room on one of the treadmills. For this, I was grateful. I'm not super in shape - I'm tall but pretty skinny, so there isn't much muscle on these arms.

So, I felt a little emasculated laying on the floor, struggling for breath, as my 40 year old aunt looked down on me and shook her head with a grin.

"Gimme a leg," she said. I offered her my right, which she took and extended forward. It began to bend and she slapped the inside of my thigh, just above my knee. "Keep it straight."

"Sorry," I said.

"When was the last time you worked out?" she asked.

"Well, does that include moving my stuff to your place?" I asked. Aunt Sarah shook her head. "Then...about a year."

"It shows," she said and laughed. She dropped my leg and took my left leg, slowly extending it. Except, this time, she got down a little lower, on her knee to be precise. Her right hand was on my ankle, keeping my leg straight her left grasped the inside of my thigh. Her finger kind of danced along my skin, which kind of tickled, as if they were electrically charged. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"What?" I asked and swallowed.

"Working out," she said. "Getting up. Moving. Improving yourself."

"Yeah," I said. And it did, once the pain began to subside.

"My turn" she suddenly said, dropping my leg. She got down on the floor and put her leg up. "Come stretch me out."

That was it. That's when I realized she was messing with me. No one would just make a comment like that unintentionally, especially after catching her nephew checking out her breasts. Right?

So, I got up and took her leg and began to extend it towards her chest, like she did with me. I grasped her ankle and her calf and moved slowly towards her. She wasn't sweaty. She didn't smell - in fact, she smelled really nice, flowery. Her leg was thick and firm.

I knew she was more flexible than me, so I got to the point where I started to hurt when she stretched me and went just a little further.

She looked up to me, looking bored. "C'mon. I'm tougher than you think."

I nodded and pushed a little further. Sarah smiled and nodded.

"More."

I got down on one knee, purposefully placing it so it was just touching her ass. I pushed forward on her leg, my hand on the other side of her thigh as her leg extended. She tilted her head back with closed eyes and sighed. I peeked back at her other leg, which was planted firmly on the floor, and traced upwards to where her legs met.

"That's better," she said in a whisper. I let off on the leg and she swung it around outside, so I was perfectly in between both legs and set it on the floor. She lifted her other leg and said, "This time be more firm. I can take it."

My head was spinning, either from exhaustion or hormones, but I had no choice but to take her leg. This time, though, I placed my inner hand higher upon her thigh, so it was directly in between her knee and her crotch. I did this slowly, inching along in case she got uncomfortable. But she didn't. In reality, I thought I could actually feel her leg to make my hand go a little higher.

I pressed her leg towards her chest as firm as I could, but apparently not enough. She looked at me again with that upturned eyebrow. I pressed harder and harder but it wasn't enough. The only thing I could do was press my whole body into her, but I didn't want to hurt her.

"I can take it," she said, as if hearing my thoughts.

So I did. My chest was at about the back of her knees and my crotch was at her thigh. Not only my crotch, though, but my cock, which I had just realized was fully erect. I realized this at the height (or low - I guess) of the stretch, right when I couldn't move her leg any further because her knee was basically digging into her tits.

And I think Sarah noticed this too. Because, without missing a beat, we split apart at the same time.

"I think that's enough," she said as she got up and grabbed her water bottle.

"Yeah," I replied and glanced down to make sure I wasn't pitching a tent. "I could use a shower."

"Me too," she said and then quickly added, "you can go first though."

"Thanks," I said as we walked down the steps.

She laughed. "I think you need it more than me."

To my surprise, even this didn't seem to phase her. We were still joking around the entire ride home like nothing weird had happened. Still, I decided I needed to take a step back - even if Sarah was, for some reason, flirting with me, it would be wrong to pursue it as being anything more than playful and harmless.

And I could, unfortunately, still hear her and Rick having sex at least once a week. So, things must have been okay with them at least. Or, so I thought.

Things really changed on the night that Rick's bar finally opened and he had a big bash. Aunt Sarah and I went, of course, and I decided to go casual - jeans and a button-up - while she went with a tight flannel shirt that she tied in a knot at her stomach with a not-so-modest black tank. But I couldn't stop looking at her legs - jeans that perfectly contoured to her legs which ended at heeled boots.

"I dunno about this get-up. I feel like the love-child of a pirate and a lumberjack," she said, "what do you think?"

I knew I was really toeing the line but I couldn't help myself. I came up with the great line of, "I think you look hot...er, uh, beautiful."

She laughed anyways and thanked me.

We then we took off not long after that. The bar was pretty busy when we got there - Rick had a lot of friends. They had a shitty country-rock band playing but it seemed like most people were too drunk to care.

We said hi to Rick, who was busy taking orders and shmoozing a couple investors, got our drinks, and found a table in a corner of the bar.

We sat and chatted but didn't talk a whole lot - I mean I'd be living with them for about a month, so it's not like we had a lot more to talk about. But Sarah didn't seem that disinterested, more distracted. I followed her gaze and found Rick at the bar, leaning against it and talking with a young bartender with red hair and a slim figure. He was telling some stupid joke. She was laughing. That's why Sarah had dressed to show off her body - Rick was a flirt, maybe more.

"This is a pretty nice place," I said, trying to distract my aunt. "Nice turnout too."

She didn't really say anything but instead motioned for one of the bartenders to bring her another drink. When the bartender, the redhead who she addressed as Jen, arrived, Sarah asked for a couple shots.

"Oh I was just gonna have a beer so I can still drive," I told her after Jen left.

"We can just take an Uber," she said. "It's not like they'll tow my car. Besides, drinks are on the house."

The shots came and went, as did another round of beers and Moscow Mules. The music started to pick up and a lot of people were on the dance floor. Sarah, herself, was beginning to loosen up with each passing moment and I could feel my mind slipping, so I forced myself to stop.

The band closed out of a tune and went into a slow number. Things were getting bleary but I suddenly felt a tug on my arm. Sarah was saying something close into my ear.

"Do you want to dance?" She asked, her breath hot and smelling of alcohol. "This is my favorite song."

"Yeah, sure," I said.

The next thing I knew, she was pulling me into the middle of the dance floor, hidden by other couples. I put my hand on her hip and she took the other as we began swaying with the music.

"Are you having a good time," she asked me close in my ear again.

"Yes," I replied. "And you?"

"Peachy."

For most of the song, we just swayed in the crowd, silently looking over each other's shoulders because neither of us knew what to say. But Sarah could never do that for too long. Eventually she grabbed my hand and moves it lower on her hip.

"What is this, a Catholic Prom?" She asked and laughed in such a way that I couldn't help but watch her cleavage giggle with her. "I won't tell if you won't."

My hand was really oh the top of her ass. This may have been wishful thinking, but I thought I could feel her panties through her jeans. My heart just about exploded and I felt myself grow erect in an instant. I tried to keep my distance so she didn't feel it, but I felt her leg brush up against it more than a few times.

I must have looked like a wreck to her. I was blushing, sweating, and incredibly turned on. Sarah was smooth and composed, though a little loose. I felt eyes of the people on me like I knew, but when I looked around, I realized everyone was too drunk to care.

My head was spinning - I was actually kind of having a good time. The band said they were going to take a little break, which I was more than okay with. The dance floor dispersed and Sarah looked at me for a long time.

"Ready to go?" She asked, both drunk and a little upset.

"Yeah," I said. "Whenever."

I called an Uber and we had a couple more shots while we waited. When we got home, I thought Sarah would want to go straight to bed, but instead she told me to go sit down on the couch while she grabbed a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. I did as I was told and checked the clock. It wasn't even midnight yet - Rick wouldn't be home for a couple more hours at least.

Sarah turned on some music and came back with the wine. She poured us a couple glasses and took a seat on the couch I was on.

"Sorry if you wanted to stay longer," she said, taking a long drink. "I needed to get out of there."

"No worries," I said. "This is...nice."

"It is," Sarah said and smiled, but the smile was shallow.

"Is everything okay, Sarah?" I asked. I knew it was none of my business, but I couldn't help myself. Between this and how she looked after dancing with Rick, I had to ask.

She looked at me, troubled, and took a drink before she spoke. "Rick's cheating on me."

I looked surprised, but I didn't feel it. I always wondered, even before tonight. He had that quality of either being your best friend or a complete stranger, and I felt more comfortable with the latter.

"What?" I said. "Surely..."

"It's true," she said. She was serious as she pierced me with her deep eyes. For a moment, she never looked so sober. "I don't really want to get into it, but I know."

"I hate to say the 'd' word, but have you..."

"Do you mind if we don't get into that right now?" she asked and I nodded. With one big gulp, she finished her drink and poured herself another. As she topped me off, I noticed her staring at my crotch. "What's under there?"

"Excuse me?" I asked. I almost dropped my glass.

"Your tat," she said and then scooted over nearer to me. I realized my arm was lying on my thigh. She pulled up my sleeve to get a better look at it. "What is it?"

"It's just a design that one of my friends from school did for me," I explained. The tattoo was a geometrical design that wrapped around my forearm. "It's based on a piece by this artist I like."

"Cool," she said and delicately fingered the design. "I've got some ink too."

"Oh really?" I said, but I knew she had a couple tats. "Where at?"

"Well, I've got this one," she said and then turned her back on me. She held her hair to the side, exposing a sun on the back of her neck. I took a moment before I responded because the scent from her hair had filled my lungs for a moment. It was heavy but pleasant.

"Nice," I said. "That must've hurt."

"Like I said, I can handle a little pain." Aunt Sarah turned back around and winked. She brought up her left leg and said, "Here, I've got another on my ankle. Help me with my boot."

I set our glasses on the coffee table and grabbed hold of her heel and calf - instantly bringing back memories of stretching her at the gym - and pulled. The boot slid off and I sat down. She pulled the sock from her foot, revealing maroon painted toenails and sat her foot on my knee. I pulled up on her pant leg just a little to reveal a purple flower that I'd never really seen up close before.

"It's lilac," she said. "There's no hidden meaning behind it. I just like lilac."

"I like it," I said, but she didn't retract her foot. In fact, she gave me her other.

"I mean, it's either you help me pull it off now or after I pass out," she said.

I didn't argue. I just pulled her other boot off along with her sock and watched as she wiggled and stretched out her toes. I'm not really into feet, but I liked hers - petite, clean, and cute.

What happened next I can only chalk up to being drunk - it's not something I would have thought of as an option if I were sober. I took her left foot and gently began to caress it. At first, I focused on the toes in case she got uncomfortable, but when I looked over and saw her eyes closed and her eyebrows raised in pleasure, I began to work my thumbs around the ball of her foot.

"Oh wow," Sarah said, which I almost took to mean I should stop, but she kind of worked her foot in sync with the movements of my fingers.

Still, I asked - sounding like an idiot, probably, "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head. So, I continued, working the contours of her foot, down to her heel and up her ankle slightly. I could feel my dick getting harder just watching my aunt run her fingers through her hair, her eyes still closed.

Eventually, I put her foot down and took the other, doing the same.

"Oh my god," she said, rolling her eyes. "Can I pay you to do this all day, everyday?

"Well, you're providing food and shelter," I said. "I think we're even."

I watched as she slowly slid a finger from her hair, down her cleavage and towards her pussy, but she veered at the last second and ran her hand down her thigh instead. I continued to work her foot, watching it drive her crazy, but suddenly she pulled it away and sat up.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"More than," she replied. "But I think I need to go to bed."

"Sure thing," I said.

Sarah took her boots and stood up, but almost fell to the floor.

"Shit," she said. "I think I'm drunk."

"You don't say," I replied, grabbing her arm. "Need some help."

Sarah pecked me on the cheek and said, "You're such a gentleman."

Together, we made our way out of the living room and up the stairs, only pausing once so she could get her balance. I walked her into the bedroom, helped her on the bed, and then turned to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"Bed," I replied. "Unless you need anything else."

"This is kinda embarrassing," she said and stuck out her feet. "But I don't think I'll be able to take these off by myself. Too tight."

"You want me to help you take your jeans off?" I asked. She nodded and smiled. "Okay."

Sarah didn't even unbutton them - she just laid there and stared up at me, waiting. I gulped and reached for the buttons, fumbling with them until they came undone. Unzipping the jeans, I watched as her panties - straight black and silky - came into view. I then grabbed the top of her jeans on both sides of her hips and pulled on them, sliding them down past her ass, down her thighs, and eventually pulling them from her calves - they were pretty tight after all, but it just made the reveal that much greater.

She laid there, in a black thong and her tank. Her hair was all around her head and she looked up to me with dreamlike eyes and said, "I forgot. There's still one tattoo I didn't show you."

"What's that?" I asked, hardly breathing enough to speak.

"C'mere," she said and rolled over. A vine stretched from the top of her ass cheek, down, around, and wrapping under the cheek and into her inner thigh. "What do you think?"

I hesitated. "It's...incredible."

"My tattoo or my ass?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Umm," I said and turned again to leave, but, again, was stopped.

"Hang on," she said. Her voice got low and she turned over.

"Yes?"

"C'mere," she said again and motioned me towards her with a finger. I went over and she grabbed me. "I'm really happy you're here. Not just with me tonight. I mean, in general."

"I'm happy I'm here too," I replied. "Thanks for every..."

She pulled me in and the next thing I knew, we were kissing. My first instinct was to fight it, but my drunken brain didn't put up too much of a fight, so I kissed her back. I don't know how long the kiss lasted, but I felt her tongue dancing with mine. I smelled the perfume mix with the alcohol. And I felt her hand begin to reach for my crotch.

But before my aunt reached it, she broke away.

"Sorry," she said. "I think I need some sleep."

"Don't mention it," I replied because I didn't know what else to say. I backed up to the door, my thoughts feeling clear. "We're just drunk and need sleep."

"You're right," she said with a smile and crawled under the covers. "Goodnight."

And that was that.

For a while...

The next day, I woke up, hungover, to the sounds of Rick and Aunt Sarah arguing. After cleaning myself up, I took some Tylenol and went downstairs.

"Oh man," I thought to myself. "They're talking about last night."

As I made my way closer to the kitchen, I began preparing for whatever was about to happen, even if that meant getting kicked out. I tried telling myself that maybe I was better off just moving back in with my mom.

But I soon found out that wasn't the case at all.

They were arguing, but not about me. From what I could gather from the next room, Rick hadn't come home until early that morning. Both sounded upset so I just slowly made my way back to my room.

I waited in bed and closed my eyes until I heard three very distinct words coming from Rick.

"...about time he got a fucking job..."

And then the door slammed. I just prayed he slammed it.

It was. I went back down found Aunt Sarah was bent over the island in the kitchen in a silk bathrobe. Her hair was tousled and she was biting her hand. I couldn't tell if she was crying, but if she was, I wanted to give her space. I backed up I've again, but this time she heard me.

"How much of that did you hear?" she asked. She turned to me and I found she wasn't crying - just hungover like me.

"Just the door slam," I lied.

Even disheveled, Sarah looked so gorgeous in the bathrobe. It was a typical pink that clung to her body but only went down to just above her knees. My eyes wandered down from her knees to her feet and I remembered every detail of what happened the night before.

"Sorry if we woke you," she said.

"You didn't," I lied again. I couldn't help myself, but I had to add, "Everything okay?"

"Rick didn't come home last night," she said. "The idiot said he crashed at the bar. But I don't believe him. Or maybe I do. I don't know. All that matters is this."

In her hand was the piece of plastic. I looked closer and saw it was the corner of a wrapper from a condom.

"Oh shit," I said. "What did he say about that?"

"He didn't," she said. "He didn't see me pick it up after it fell out of his pocket."

It was then that I realized just how close we'd become. Why my aunt was confiding this to me, I didn't know - maybe she was lonely without Abby and with a husband that was most likely cheating on her. I didn't really care though. I was happy to be that person for her.

So I said, "Are you going to confront him about it?"

"I don't know," she said and palmed the wrapper. "If I do then...then it becomes real, you know?"

I walked over to her so I was on the other side of the island where she was bent over.

"You deserve better. Do it or don't - it's not my place to say. But whatever happens, I'm on your side." And then I smiled and placed my hands on hers. "Plus he's an idiot if he's cheating on you. You're one of the kindest and most beautiful people I know."

Yeah, it was sappy, but I had to take that chance. She smiled back in response and reached out to stroke my cheek. It was warm and tender, almost maternal, but I didn't care.

"You're a smart kid," she said. "If only Rick were a little more like you."

I kind of frowned at that. "If Rick were more like me he wouldn't have a job."

She broke away. "So, you heard more than you let on."

"Just a little," I admitted. "He's right, you know? I can't mooch off you guys forever."

"You're not mooching," she said.

"Well, you may think that," I replied. "But I can't help but feel I may not be wanted here."

"I want you," she said and then quickly added, "here."

"Well, I still need a job," I replied.

Aunt Sarah looked off in the distance like she had an idea and smiled. She told me of one of her friends (one of the few who worked) that had a job at the local newspaper. She said she would ask her about something the next time she saw her.

I thanked her, she cooked breakfast, we ate, and I left to go work on my resume for this lady. Before I left though, Aunt Sarah stopped me.

"Is that all?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Well, we are going to have to talk about last night sometime," she said. The blood drained away from my face as I remembered it all. She saw this and cracked up. "Relax. None of it was your fault. We both had too much to drink and things got a little out of control."

"To be honest," I replied. "I'm kinda glad it did."

Aunt Sarah said something, but I didn't hear it as I was already on my way back to my room. It wouldn't be until later that I did find out what she said.

"Me too."

#

The following weeks moved by pretty quick. I got a couple part time gigs: one at the paper and one washing dishes at one of Rick's bars. Both of which I knew Aunt Sarah had a hand in.

The bar was the worst. Disgusting work, bad pay, and a manager who I think Rick must have paid to make my life a living hell. But I couldn't complain. I had my other job to look forward to.

The paper was kind of boring for the most part, but I got paid more than minimum wage, so I couldn't complain. And Aunt Sarah's friend, Cass, (who turned out to be the editor) was pretty easy-going.

I don't know what I did, but Cass apparently took a shine to me. She had me working more with her, proofreading her articles, showing me a few things about writing press releases, and we eventually had a thing every morning where I brought coffee and she brought breakfast.

It was then that I started to notice how she preferred to wear her hair down more and more. If she did have it up, she was also wearing glasses. And she began wearing skirts, but they seemed to be possibly a size to small on her shapely legs.

To be blunt, I could tell when Cass started flirting with me. It was little comments at first, but it became less and less subtle as time went on. But I didn't mind. She was attractive - late 40s, blonde, and it was hard not to stare at her ass when she was in heels.

She had me working more and I was home less. I was busy most days and some nights and slept in between, so I didn't really see Aunt Sarah that much. I would work out with her every once in a while, but that was the extent of it. I felt like we were drifting apart and I felt awful - I didn't want her to think it was because of her.

Then Thanksgiving came around. Aunt Sarah and I decided to road trip to my parents' place, which was a 2 day drive: The plan was to pick up Abby on the way on day 2. Rick didn't go - he said he was going to spend it with his parents, who lived in the city.

Aunt Sarah and I traded off driving her giant Escalade on the interstate. We talked, listened to music, ate junk food - the usual road trip stuff. At one point we got on the topic of work - specifically the paper.

"How do you like it there?" she asked from the passenger seat.

"It's good," I said. I could feel her gaze on me, but I didn't take my eyes off the road.

"How do you like working for Cass?" she asked.

I told her it was a great experience and how exciting it was - blah blah blah. Aunt Sarah was still looking at me.

"Do you want to hear something weird?" she asked in a strange tone. I nodded. "I think Cass has the hots for you. She's been mentioning it at yoga."

"What?" I asked. "What does she say?"

"Nothing much," Aunt Sarah said. "She thinks you're funny and cute. She usually brings this up after talking about how her ex was so boring in bed. You can connect the dots from there."

I wasn't sure what to say because I could tell she was testing my reaction to this news. But why? Was it some form of playful, schoolgirl thing where she sees if I "like" one of her friends and then she passes that along to said friend?

"That's...interesting," I said, trying not to give much direction one way or the other.

"What would you do if she came onto you?" she asked.

"I don't know..."

"Just imagine it: you have a late night at the office, it's just the two of you and you just finished a long project together. It starts as playful teasing because you're happy to be done and one thing leads to another..."

"I get the picture."

Sarah broke into a smile. "I'm just joking around. I mean, she's too old for you."

My heart kind of sank at that statement because Cass was Aunt Sarah's age, although maybe a couple years older. But then I saw it as an opportunity to mess with my aunt.

"Who cares about what happens between two consenting adults?" I said and winked to her. "As long as no one gets hurt, right?"

"I guess you have a point," she said.

I couldn't help myself. I knew I was getting risky, but I had to. So, I said, "Like you said, what happens after work hours is no one's business. So, maybe I should pursue this thing with Cass..."

"I wouldn't recommend it," she said, getting really cold all of a sudden. "Not to tell you what to do or anything, but she's kinda crazy. There's a reason her husband divorced her."

"Understood," I replied.

I think she felt bad because the next thing I knew, she was placing her hand on my wrist that was on the armrest. Her hand was cold, but I could still feel a warmth radiating from it. Or maybe it was the warmth of the blood rushing to my face as well as...other areas. "I just want what's best for you...especially after the fiasco with whatsername."

"Thanks, Aunt Sarah. I really appreciate you looking out for me," I replied and smiled. The smile was partly from that - the fact that she was looking out for me - but it was also because I knew.

She was jealous.

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When we finally pulled over for dinner, it was pretty dark and the cold was really starting to creep in. We ate at a little diner next to the hotel that Sarah had gotten a room for us at. It was a 2-bed, which I kind of assumed she'd get.

Nothing of real importance happened the rest of the night. We were tired and went to bed pretty early. When I got up the next morning, Aunt Sarah was already out of the shower and putting makeup on. I was worried about some awkward encounter with her needing me to leave the room while she got out of the shower and into her clothes or something, but she'd either done so in the bathroom or while I was asleep.

We took off, picked up Abby at her dorm a few hours later and got to my mom's in the evening. After a couple drinks, my mom went to bed while I hung out with the other two. Soon after, Aunt Sarah went to bed in the guest bedroom after giving both of us a hug goodnight.

Abby was a funny girl. She was very smart, not really needing too much assistance from Rick to pay for college, but had gotten into trouble plenty of times for things my mom wouldn't tell me about that I later heard from Abby herself. We were kind of close like that.

Her dad had died in an accident and mine had left my mom for someone else to start a new family. So, we were always kind of close, despite the distance in our homes

"How are you liking my room?" she asked from one end of my mom's couch.

"It's fine," I said. I kept flipping through channels as we talked but I could feel her looking at me. "I've been sure to save one of your pillows strictly for farting into."

"Ha ha," she said and rolled her eyes. "Is it very...noisy?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Have you heard my mom and Rick get it on yet?"

Now she had my full attention.

"Yeah," I said and laughed nervously. "It's weird, but at least it's only happened a couple times since I've been there."

"Wait." She looked confused. "A couple times?"

"Yeah," I said.

Abby looked off into the distance and shook her head. "He's cheating on her again, isn't he?"

Again? I thought. How many times did this happen? I scratched my head, unsure of what to tell her.

"Is he?" she asked and then, "Does my mom know?"

I sighed. "She seems to think so."

"That piece of shit," she said. I could see her shaking with anger. A large part of her rebellious side stemmed from the fact that her dad died when she was so young. I understood though - my dad was just gone.

"Listen," I said and leaned forward. "I don't know anything for certain. I know he's been busy..."

"Busy, I'm guessing, at one of his bars," she said. "Do you know who he cheated with last time? One of the bartenders."

I remembered the one from the night of his party. Abby read this on me.

"So you've seen Rick, The Douchey Flirt," she said. "Now I just miss the times when I could hear them fuck."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's not your fault," she replied. "Just do me a favor, since you're living in my room and all."

"What's that?"

"Don't let her do anything stupid for a while," she said. "And keep your phone on you - I wanna finally nail that asshole."

And that was the end of that. Thanksgiving went without a hitch. Delicious food, more alcohol, and just a genuinely good time. The next day we took off and dropped Abbey off at her dorm. She reminded me to have my phone on me before she left.

And then it was just Aunt Sarah and I. We drove the rest of the day until we got to another hotel. Two beds again, but I didn't really care. I'd pretty much resigned myself to thinking nothing was going to happen.

After dinner, Aunt Sarah bought a handle of vodka and went back to the room. We were tired, but it was still pretty early in the evening, so we weren't sure what to do. After an hour of getting buzzed and not finding anything on the TV, Sarah came up with an idea.

"I didn't see anybody down there if that's what you're worried about," she said.

"I'm more worried about the water," I said. "Public pools kinda gross me out."

"Oh, don't be a wimp," she said. "You can shower afterwards."

I agreed when I realized I'd get to see her in a swimsuit. As I waited for her to put on her swimsuit in the bathroom, my mind was a flurry of imagination, trying to guess what she would be wearing. What I saw when she came out was even better than anything I could think of, let alone describe. The bikini underneath her tunic was black as far as I could tell, with thin spaghetti straps tied off loosely. All it would take was a slight pull and she would be compeltely exposed, but I restrained myself.

We slipped on our shoes - I forgot flip flops so I wore my tennis shoes - and we made our way down to the pool. When we got down there, I saw the pool was empty and breathed a sigh of relief. We went in and I noticed they had a hot tub on the far end. I nudged my aunt and pointed at it.

"Might be a nice way to relax," I said.

"You can if you want. I'm going for a swim," she replied and shed her tunic.

My jaw unhinged at the sight of her. She was tan, even for November, and I could see where her curves came and went. Her legs were long and muscular, rising up to a plump ass and wide hips, a stomach that had a little extra cushion to it, and her tits, which were just barely being held in her bikini top.

My aunt walked forward, to the shallow end of the pool and dipped her toe in. She smirked and said, "It's not bad."

She stepped down the ladder, beckoning me with her eyes, and I followed. The water was kind of cold, but that was good because I could feel myself starting to get an erection from the excitement. We waded around for a while and eventually swam to the other side of the pool, clinging to the edge so we didn't go under.

"It feels so good to stretch out my legs," she said and brought her toes to the surface.

"Tell me about it," I said. My aunt swam towards me and grabbed the wall right next to me so we were about a foot apart.

"So," she said with a devious look on her face. "Are you really attracted to Cass? Be honest."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. She's very good looking. But, I don't know. I mean, she's my boss and everything and I wouldn't want to make things weird between she and me or you and her."

"So, you don't mind that she's older?" Aunt Sarah asked.

"If we're being honest," I replied. "I think it's kinda hot. And part of me also doesn't care because I haven't been laid in months. Sorry if that's too much info or whatever."

She shook her head and giggled.

"Okay," I said. "My turn to ask you a question. And you have to be honest."

"It's only fair," she said.

I took a deep breath and asked, "A couple weeks ago, why did you kiss me?"

"I was drunk," she replied matter-of-factly.

"We both were," I said. "But the alcohol didn't just put the idea into your head."

Aunt Sarah shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I got jealous of seeing Rick flirting with another woman. He doesn't really flirt with me much anymore. More like a quick roll in the hay once a week for a couple minutes and done...sorry. TMI?"

"You're fine," I said, though I could feel myself getting jealous. I reached over and grabbed her by the arm. "You're a good person, Aunt Sarah. A catch, really. Rick's an idiot."

"Oh, stop," she said and splashed at me. She made her way to the ladder and said, "Maybe time for the hot tub?"

I watched her climb out the pool, stepping up to the ladder and pulling herself up. She stuck her ass out as she went up and kind of shook it back and forth, whether on purpose or not, I didn't know. But I wasn't complaining - the way that little triangle of fabric clung between her cheeks left little to the imagination. I followed after her and by the time I had ascended, she was already ankle deep in the hot tub.

I stepped in after Sarah, slowly because the water was so hot. She sat on one side and I sat on the other. We talked for a few minutes about nothing in particular and I began planning my next move. Should I slide over? Should I make a move for her to slide over? When we're next to each other, do I just go for it?

The answer was none of the above. Before anything could happen, a couple of guys came into the pool. Both were pretty drunk, dressed in gym shorts, and in really good shape - I felt like a toothpick compared to them. They minded themselves for a while in the pool but it didn't take long for them to notice Aunt Sarah.

"Mind if we join you?" one of them asked. They had a serious surfer dude vibe going on - blonde hair, defined abs, and the kind of tan you can only get by being on the beach every day.

"Mind your own business," is what I wanted to say to him, but didn't get the chance even if I had the nerve to say it.

"The more the merrier," Aunt Sarah said with a bubbly smile.

They both climbed in on each side of us, but were a little closer to Aunt Sarah. They introduced themselves as Robb and Jed and asked us where we were from, where we were going. My aunt did most of the talking, but she didn't tell the truth. She told them that we worked for a paper and were on the way back from a story. My aunt said she was my boss.

As time went on, I noticed them getting closer and closer to Aunt Sarah, flirting with her. Robb even went so far as to turning to me and saying, "Bro, your boss is banging."

But what drove me crazy was she flirted back - complimenting their stupid tribal tats, feeling their muscles. The three of them started to get kind of handsy like that. Mostly above water, but Robb and Jed were more adventurous due to their drunken state. Honestly, my first thought was to leave - I was irritated and at that point I felt like I was just in the way of whatever was going on.

But I didn't. I couldn't just leave her alone with these assholes. Especially after my promise to Abby.

I saw one of them start to put his hand down the water on the inside of her thigh. My aunt tensed up for a moment, made eye contact with me, kind of winking as if to say this was payback for trying to make her jealous earlier. Then she turned back to him and raised a brow like wasn't going to stop him. But she did stop him. In fact, she got up, slowly enough so they had a view of her ass and then turned around and got out of the water.

"How about some jets?" she asked. Everyone agreed.

When she returned to the hot tub, she sidestepped Jed and took a seat next to me, pressing her shoulder into my chest. She grabbed my hand and gently stroked it as Robb and Jed spouted off some story about a bar they had come from. Luckily, were apparently easily distracted.

Sarah continued the conversation normally, but in the water, I felt her hand gently glide down my arm and continue to my knee. It stopped there for a moment and then moved up my thigh. By now, my cock was rock hard from her touch but I didn't stop her.

She grasped it - just the tip at first, rubbing it with her thumb before moving her whole hand to take the entire thing. Robb and Jed didn't notice anything was going on underneath the jets. She did this for a few more minutes, making polite conversation the entire time.

Then I felt her take my hand and pull it to her thigh and straight to her pussy, outside of her bikini. I glanced at Sarah for a moment as she was saying something to Robb and Jed, but she didn't even look at me - she just pressed my hand tighter. So, I did what she wanted me to do - I began to rub her. At first, I started high, using a single finger to glide up and down where I could only guess her clit was. When I felt her legs tense, I zeroed in and began to rub my fingers in a circular motion.

"That's..." she began and then swallowed, "...really interesting. What did he say then?"

I watched the half of her tits that was above the water as her breathing picked up. Sarah began to stroke harder, but with less consistency as I rubbed her faster and faster. But as I did so, I felt myself getting harder and more turned on. This went on up until I thought I might cum in the hot tub. But before I could, Sarah stopped and got out - Jed and Robb's eyes on her ass again as she did.

"Well, boys," she said as she dried off. She brought me my towel, knowing full well that if I stood up, my erection would be noticeable through my trunks. "It was nice meeting you but we need to get to bed. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

We left in a rush. She didn't even bother putting on her tunic - just wrapped a towel around her torso and we went.

We called an elevator and once the doors closed, she got real close to me. "I want you."

I pressed myself into her and kissed her deeply, our bodies wet and cold, but finding warmth in each other. For a moment, our hands searched one another in anticipation of what we were about to do once we got back to our room. As the doors opened again, an old couple waited from the outside, staring at us with mouths agape.

"Excuse us," Sarah said sheepishly and grabbed my hand.

She led me back to our room and went to shower as I waiting on the bed, my head swirling. After a few minutes, she came out in a bathrobe and it was my turn. As I went in to shower, she winked at me and told me not to have too much fun.

I took a fairly quick shower, but made sure to give extra care to everything below my waist. When I came out, Aunt Sarah was still in her towel, lying in bed on her side above the covers.

When she saw me, she smiled and said, "Come on over here."

I didn't have to be told twice. I crawled on the bed and laid next to her. Aunt Sarah disrobed, revealing herself to me.

Her tits were as ripe and round as they were in the bikini, but now I could see her dark red nipples, perky and at attention. My eyes slid down stomach to the shortest bit of black pubic hair that formed above her pussy. I couldn't get a great look at anything down below that as he legs were crossed in a casual manner.

"Now you," she said.

I undid my towel and revealed myself to her. I felt self conscious about my body in comparison to hers, especially after our experience with the surfer guys. But her eyes were only on one part of my body. And they were hungry.

"Show me how you masturbate," she said. "Please."

"Yes ma'am," I saidl. I began to stroke it, quickly and with purpose.

"Slower," she said. I did a little but she shook her head. "Slower."

I gently went up and down, barely even touching myself as I did so, which was agony to me, but I could only obey my aunt. Her eyes began to get this intoxicated look in them as she watched me.

"That's a good boy," she said and slowly ran her hand down her chest, in between her still crossed thighs. She slid her middle finger around her pussy, gently stroking the skin and pubic hair there.

"Can I ask you something stupid?" I said her, my eyes drawn to the activity between her legs.

"Of course," she said.

I met her eyes and said, "When did you first know that I was attracted to you?"

Aunt Sarah kind of giggled and rolled her eyes. As she did so, I watched her tits gently bounce in the air. "Well, I was suspicious when I caught you staring at me at the gym. And then that was confirmed when I felt you get hard as you stretched me at the gym."

Her legs began to part and she began masturbating her clit a little faster. I couldn't quite see her pussy from my angle, which began to nag at me. I had to see - taste, even - what was between her legs.

"Am I that obvious?" I asked. I began to stroke myself a little quicker, matching my aunt's pace.

"Let me just put it this way," she said. "You're lucky Rick's dumber than he is jealous. Otherwise you'd be long gone."

"Well," I said. "I can keep a secret if you can."

I slowly reached over and caressed Aunt Sarah's thigh, rubbing it back in forth. Her skin was soft - she had just shaved her legs. I thought she might pull away, but she didn't. Instead she tilted her head back and ran her free hand along her breasts, her fingers dancing around her nipples.

Without really having a plan, I rolled to my side, still stroking myself, and got closer to Sarah. She looked at me with those large brown eyes as we slowly began to entangle ourselves. I ran my hand up her thigh. She ran hers up my chest.

"So," I began, but all of a sudden I was silenced by her fingers. The fingers were wet, warm. She shoved them in my mouth and I could taste her, which got me harder and more pre-cum to bead at the tip.

We leaned into each other and, without saying a word, kissed. I laid her head back as our tongues enmeshed together and I grabbed her breast. She, however, grabbed my cock with the hand she'd used to masturbate herself. Slowly, she began to stroke it as I kissed her.

Aunt Sarah gripped it tighter and stroked faster while her free hand gently caressed my balls and began massaging me. Her hands were soft and she knew exactly what she was doing. It didn't take long before I could feel it.

"I'm going to cum," I told her in breathy voice.

"No you're not," she said and let go. She let me stew there for a moment, watching me as I composed myself. And then she said, "Lay on your back. And close your eyes."

I did as I was told and laid flat on my back. She told me to have my arms at my sides, which I also did, and told me if I opened my eyes before I was told, we would stop this altogether. I squeezed them shut and waited.

I felt the bed shift as Sarah moved around, repositioning herself above me. I thought I felt something brush my hair, but then felt heat by my cock and her hands on either sides of my thighs.

"Keep them shut," she said again.

And it was then that I felt the warmth of her tongue - though just the tip - as it ran from the base of my cock up to the tip. She did this twice and each time it made me want to squirm, to sit up and forced her mouth down, but I didn't. I didn't move an inch - just moaned.

Then I felt the tip of my cock enveloped in the moist warmth of her lips. She went slow and began to bob her head up and down, inching down my cock with each bob until she was at the base. Then she stayed there, and my cock throbbed with pleasure.

Aunt Sarah lifted her head and said, "Open."

My eyes shot open and I saw the most gorgeous sight of her pussy and ass above me. She was over me, 69ing me, sucking my cock. And I knew what my job was. I reached up and grabbed her ass, sinking my fingers into the cheeks as the tips of my ring and middle fingers slowly crept into her crack. I brought her ass down so her pussy was in the perfect position with my mouth and dug in.

My tongue ran from the top of her clit, clipping her pubic hair, down along the slit of her pussy until it glided in. I grasped onto her ass and ate her out with hungry ferocity, lapping at her juices and massaging her clit with the tip of my tongue. Aunt Sarah continued to suck on my cock, but began to pause more to moan and claw at my thigh.

"My God!" she exclaimed and sat up a little, but that only buried me deeper into her pussy. I got sloppier as I went, but that only seemed to excite her more.

We went on like this, me devouring her pussy and squeezing tightly onto her ass, while she sucked on my cock and massaged my balls, for what felt like an eternity. But it could have only been a couple minutes, because soon I felt it again.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

Again, Sarah stopped, completely taking her hands off me. Instead of getting off me, though, she rose, pressing herself down onto my face, so she was sitting on it. I couldn't even breathe with her ass and pussy weighing down on me, gyrating around, but I didn't care. I could, however, hear her moans and stifled shouts of "Oh, God" and "Oh, fuck" as I worked my tongue and my fingers. With her on top of me, there was no more time for subtly, so I dug in, massaging and rubbing and biting until I felt her thighs tense up around my head and her gyrating come to a stop.

"Fuck!" she gasped, clawing at my stomach. "I'm cumming!"

Then she went back down to my cock, hungrily sucking it and jerking it off. It wasn't long before I could feel myself for the third time about ready to reach an orgasm. I said so to Sarah and she only began sucking more, taking me completely into her mouth.

At that, I let loose, feeling an intense wave of pleasure and adrenaline come over me. My cock throbbed in Sarah's mouth and her hips tensed as she squealed and did the same. There were a few seconds of the most intense pleasure that swept through our sweating bodies. I felt all of the build-up from the months suddenly being released in a few short seconds. But it wasn't long after Sarah collapsed next to me onto the bed that I realized something.

I wanted more.