Let me first start off a little about him. As a kid growing up and into his college years, Aaron was relatively tall but somewhat fat with his love handles, somewhat of a belly, and a guy who had a soft “floppy” type of chest, otherwise known to some as man-boobs. No, his chest never had that “manly” like definition like a lot of guys chests have. In truth, like a lot of his body, he had those “boobs” which he detested as a youngster.
They all knew it too, not that they said anything to him mind you, but all that changed as he grew older and especially once he was out of college. He stopped drinking and began walking almost every where he went to. He slimmed down, considerably. He lost nearly 40 pounds, most of it from years of drinking while in college of course, but he lost it. And he lost some of his “man-boobs” too along with some of those love handles of his.
He was a charming young man, who was one who was rather quiet and subdued. Most people who’d know him, really liked his demeanor and that would of course include family members, including his young niece of 19 years old, Amanda. She found him to be as charming as ever.
And he was charming along with sweet and pleasant and anything else you want to plug in with those two words. Now, after six long years on the road, the youngest of this family, Aaron, was finally coming home, and in those six years he’d done it all, almost.
He had lived on the road, bunked at “people’s” houses, and seeing that he’d done this he just happened to have opportunities with slightly older women which enabled him to experience more sex then he could ever imagine.
Now Amanda, his young niece who he hadn’t seen since she was in elementary school was all grown up. She was a typical young woman with feminine features galore. She knew she had larger looking breasts. She knew that all too well, in fact, but what she never realized was that she had a lot more going for her then meets the eye.
Amanda was a little like her uncle. She was slightly soft but most definitely curvy. She had her boobs but she also had a nice trim waistline that was enhanced by a set of hips which were then augmented only by a yielding shapely looking ass.
When he arrived home, for whatever reason, he stayed at his older sister’s house. They had the “reunion” of sorts at her house, the same exact house where Amanda happened to live. That first night was a crazy fun evening as everyone hugged, talked, and enjoyed his stories of all his adventures, minus of course the exotic accounts of nights he spent at older single women’s houses. He would of course try and leave any account of that portion out of his stories.
They stayed up later then unusual, talking about this, that, or the other thing. They loved and adored his stories. He liked telling them and it was soon decided, later into the night, they’d get together, and he’d tell them more about where he’d been and what he’d done.
To them he was an enigma. He was fascinating. He was such a good looking guy now that he’d lost all this weight. There was soooo much to him or at least his niece Amanda thought there was.
She wished they could talk all night but they couldn’t. She had school. Bed was calling.
That next late afternoon had come. She arrived home. He was there and she asserted herself and went to see him. He was in shorts but he wasn’t wearing a shirt. It didn’t bother her seeing as she always thought she was kind of fat as well, which wasn’t true. No, she never thought she was really fat, more like she considered herself pudgy.
“Oh hi Amanda,” he said. “What’s going on? Just getting home from school are you?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I just came to see if you were busy. I don’t know.”
“Come on in,” he told her as he slipped on a shirt to “hide” his upper body, soft chest and love handles and whatnot. “What’s up?”
He looked her over. She saw that he did. He smiled. She smiled back, kind of. She stared at his chest as he watched her look at it. He smiled and once she saw him smile, she smiled some more.
“Sit down if you want,” he went on to say. “Here or there, it doesn’t matter.”
She took a moment to decide where to sit, deciding to sit on his bed instead of the chair by the desk. He sat down beside her but it somehow made her feel “funny.” She liked the feelings she thought she was having although nothing had occurred at this point. They talked, openly, as she tried asking questions, and he answered her freely.
“It’s kind of amazing how much weight you’ve lost,” she said as she eyed his body over. “Did you do anything special?”
He smiled and thanked her, telling her not really, although he knew he was lying to her somewhat. In truth, he’d tried to lose weight, and he did a lot of physical things, like working outdoors for his keep. And also he’d had a lot of sex with single, slightly older women as well.
“Why do you ask?” he said.
Her eyes looked him over as she said “Ohhhhhh, I don’t know.”
However, he watched her and as he did, he studied her face and eyes.
“Sure you do,” he said in that sweet, quieted tone of voice of his. “May I ask you something?” he said.
She asked what he was curious about.
Hmmm, how should I ask this? "Are you umm curious as to whether or not I think you are” and he put up his fingers to indicate the words “kind of fat? Well you know that you aren’t Amanda.”
She thought she was pudgy, but fat, fat? No she never thought of herself that way. In truth she was, in his opinion, a quite sexy looking young woman. With her boobs and curves which cut through her body all over, she had an ass and hips which he’d soon find out he loved. To him, her body didn’t “quit.” She was definitely an attractive woman.
“Really, you mean that?” she said.
He smiled right into her eyes. “I mean it,” he said as he nodded. “I could show you, but I don’t know that might be considered a little inappropriate.”
“Like how?” she asked.
“Well like you getting a little undressed, me pointing out features throughout your figure, and you, well you know, just keeping it all in mind.”
Later on, she decided to take a shower. Seeing as everyone was still at work for another hour or so, she had time to herself. Once she was done, instead of getting out, she laid back down in the tub. She filled it up and relaxed, pulling out a dildo for the “ride.”
She soon began toying with her pussy and as she did, she pictured him. She smiled, at first, as she imagined him and her together, but also playing with one another’s body. Now, that felt great as the dildo did its thing.
All of a sudden, although she had turned off the lights so she could play with herself in peace, she heard someone, most likely him, walk in. She stopped everything she was doing, which was playing with her pussy and caressing her tits too.
He came in to shave, something he hadn’t done in ages. See Peake, as he was known to close friends and family, had a closely shaven beard but also wore his hair a bit longer as well. Once he was done shaving, he found he looked one hundred percent better.
She stole a look and watched him as he shaved, remaining as quiet as she could laying in the tub of water. His shirt was off and although he wasn’t the prince of the kingdom in looks, he still had that charming looking face, or so she thought he did.
I hope he’s not planning on showering, she told herself. I’m naked, he’s without a shirt on, and if he does plan on showering I’ve got to find a way out without him seeing me.
He rinsed off his face and stole a long look at himself, running his hands over the new face with no beard. Amanda liked the look. She knew that much. Okay, he looked different, and okay, he wasn’t the hottest looking man in the world, but he had other features and other intangibles she liked.
How should I do this, she asked herself. Should I just stand up and ask him for my towel?
He slid his clothes completely off, and once he did he reached over and pushed the shower curtain open. He stopped moving, seeing Amanda laid there, completely naked before him, and he began staring at her lovely soaking wet figure. He didn’t know what to do but she did. Amanda, as embarrassed about her situation as he was, pushed it closed.
“I’m sorry,” he said, repeating himself twice. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know you were in here. I’m sorry.”
She didn’t say a word, at first, but wished one thing. That was that he had a chance to see her naked. Yes, she would have like that, for some unknown reason, and even though he did, he did not really get a clear picture of her body.
“I didn’t see anything. Honestly, I didn’t,” he added.
She did. She saw all of his body, all of it in fact. From his soft upper body all the way down to his fat dangling cock, she saw it all. Seeing as she did she liked what she saw.
“It’s okay,” she finally said as she thought about his body and exactly what she saw. “Uhhhhhh, can you hand me my towel?”
He did, she wrapped up, and she left as he got in and happened to see something unusual.
