Ben dropped in to see his Auntie at about 5 o’clock one afternoon. He’d come straight from the beach and was only wearing a towel around his waist, a pair of board shorts underneath. His hair was casually swept back where he’d run his fingers through it, and it was still damp from swimming. His bare chest was chiseled as were his arms back and shoulders, and his stomach while not quite a six- pack of muscle was taut and flat. He was the picture of health, standing 5’11” tall; he was nineteen and just coming into his prime.
He knocked on the front door and after a minute or so it was answered by Dee, his mother’s younger sister.
“Oh, Hi Ben. Come on in,” she invited him. “This is a nice surprise, I didn’t know you were coming around.”
“Hi Auntie Dee. I was just coming back from the beach and thought I should drop in and see you and Uncle Chris. I haven’t seen you for a few weeks and felt bad for not coming around.”
“Don’t be silly. We know you’re busy. You don’t have to come around, but you know we love to see you when you can make it.
Come into the kitchen and I’ll make you a drink.”
“Thanks. That would be great.” Ben made his way to the kitchen, having been here a thousand times before.
Chris and Dee didn’t have any children of there own, and treated Ben like a son. They had tried for years to have their own but complications had prevented them from ever having any.
Ben pulled up a stool at the kitchen bench and watched his Auntie as she went to the fridge. She was dressed in a short thin cotton summer dress that had a floral pattern on it. She was forty two years old, stood about 5’4” tall, had dark hair and a pretty face that wasn’t quite beautiful but would still have men looking at her with desire in their eyes. Her C cup breasts and slim waist that flared out at the hips, giving her an hour glass figure didn’t hurt any either and only added to the longing felt by some men as she entered a room.
As she moved past, between Ben and the window, the light coming from behind made her dress completely see through, and he had seen her in bikinis that were brief and very revealing.
Once when he had been staying here, he had walked past his Aunt and Uncle’s bedroom and the door had been ajar. He had been sixteen at the time. He had glanced in and seen his Auntie getting changed. She was in her underwear and had just removed her bra, but her back had been to him. He stared, frozen to the spot as he saw her standing there naked but for a pair of panties. Hearing a noise, she had turned and he had seen her naked breasts. He ran off to his room and shut the door. Nothing was ever said and he never knew whether she has seen him spying on her. He had wanked for months over that sight.
As he had grown older he had had his fair share of fantasies about his Auntie, but he had always tried, mostly in vain, to push them out of his head.
Dee was facing the interior of the refrigerator, examining the contents. She was bent over and her dress had ridden up at the back, almost to her buttocks, and while she was oblivious to this, Ben took full advantage of perving on his favorite Aunt.
“What would you like?” she asked over her shoulder. There’s some soft drink, or there’s a couple of different types of beer. Chris won’t mind you having some, we just won’t tell him, she said with a smile in her voice, then he won’t mind at all. Or there’s some white wine. What is your preference?”
Ben thought about his Auntie and knew exactly what his preference would be, but instead opted for a wine; he wasn’t much of a beer drinker.
Dee pulled out a bottle and poured them both a glass of wine and offered Ben his. His fingers brushed hers as he took the glass and he felt a tingling run through him, almost like electricity.
Without meaning to, Dee looked at Ben and saw the man he had turned into. His naked torso and rippling muscles were a sight to behold. She didn’t say anything, just looked at him.
“Thanks Auntie Dee,” Ben said, breaking her line of thought.
“I’ve told you before. Stop calling me Auntie. You’re old enough to drop the Auntie and Uncle bit.”
“Okay, sorry. I’ll try and remember. It’s just habit I guess.”
Dee touched Ben softly on the cheek with her hand and said, “Don’t be sorry. You don’t have to be sorry for anything in this house. You should know that.”
With a twinkle in his eye he looked at his Aunt and said, “Really, are you sure about that?”
Blushing slightly as she caught the undertone, she smiled and said, “Don’t be cheeky or I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you. It wasn't too long ago since I had to do it, but I still could,” she said, both of them knowing that she couldn’t.
Ben thought better of pushing things and changed the subject.
“So, where’s Uncle Chris? I mean where’s Chris?” he amended.
“Oh, didn’t your Mum tell you, he’s gone away for a couple of weeks for work.”
They chatted on for a while, drinking their wine and then a second one, happy in each others company. They had always gotten on so well and in fact had never had a falling out. Oh sure, they had had small fights when Ben had been a child and been told what to do while he stayed with Chris and Dee, but that was just growing up stuff. Ben had always loved Dee as much as he loved his mother and in fact, he had always felt like he had two mothers, their bond was that strong.
“Do you mind if I go outside for a couple of moments? I just want to bring in the washing off the clothes line before it gets too late. And before I get too tipsy and fall down ”
“Sure, no problem. I’ll give you a hand,” Ben replied.
Ben followed Dee as she walked through the door leading outside and once again he had the pleasure of seeing his Aunt in silhouette. This time as she stopped to open the door, her legs were slightly parted and Ben could see a perfect outline of her body. He wondered what it must be like for his Uncle to be able to slip between those beautiful legs and bury his cock in her whenever he wanted.
Together they gathered the clothes from the washing line, Dee unpegging them and Ben collecting them in his arms as Dee piled them up.
“Would you mind dropping them on the chair in the bedroom and I’ll sort them out later?”
“Sure, no problem.”
Ben carried the load of washing through into his aunt’s bedroom and dropped it onto the chair in the corner. As he did, it tipped over and onto the floor. He bent down and started to pick the clothes back up, but as he did he saw something lying on the bedside table that both embarrassed him and amazed him at the same time. The clothes forgotten he moved to the head of the bed and picked up a vibrator that was sitting next to the bedside lamp. He held it up and looked at it as if it was the first time he had ever seen one.
And it was at that moment that Dee walked into the room.
“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed. “Where did you get that?” she asked, now remembering having used it last night and not putting it away.
“Here, give that to me,” she demanded. She made a grab for it, but Ben was too quick. He snatched it away and held it above his head.
“I said, give that to me Ben.” Dee was both embarrassed that Ben had found her toy and furious that he wouldn’t give it to her.
She made another grab for it and still Ben held it away from her. Now pressed against Ben, reaching up as high as she could, standing on her tip toes, she was face to face with Ben.
“Give it to me. Please?”
“You’ll have to try harder than that to get it,” he smiled at her.
And her anger was broken. She saw the funny side of it and realized that Ben wasn’t disgusted with her or put off in any way by finding out his Auntie had a sex toy.
She tried a different tact. She tickled him, tickling his ribs until he had to drop his arms. When he did, she made a grab for it. Still he managed to keep it from her. They tumbled onto the bed and wrestled around.
This time Ben was almost as strong as his Auntie, and it had been an equal match, but now he was easily the stronger and he soon had Dee pinned on her back. Ben ended up between her legs and her dress had ridden up around her waist as she struggled to free herself from his grip. He had her arms held wide and above her head and her legs were forced apart as he used his own thighs to keep her prone.
During the struggle, Ben’s towel had fallen off and lay on the floor beside the bed. He was dressed only in a pair of board shorts and as he looked down on her he realized her wanted his Aunt more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.
Dee finally managed to grab the vibrator from him, but he still held her by her wrists, arms wide, legs wide and it was then that Dee realized the position they were in.
