CHAPTER 1
After about twenty minutes of pushing, Donald Huriole released the handle on the lawnmower. The teenager stretched his aching neck as he allowed the motor to sputter to a halt. As he rolled his shoulders to relieve the aching tension, the motor gave a last little gasp as if sighing in relief at the respite from the brutal Florida heat. I agree, thought Don. It is damn hot out here. Pulling his tank top out from where he had tucked it into the belt of his jeans the teen wiped the sweat away that was trickling down his forehead to sting his dark brown eyes. There's no way in hell I'd do this in the heat of an August afternoon if Susan wasn't so fucking hot... I don't give a damn if 'Aunt Susan' is my stepdad's little sister - I'd tap that gorgeous ass in a second. Besides, she was only two years ahead of me at McKinley High and it's not like we're really related...
Rolling his neck in a circle, the young man glanced toward the slider doors at the rear of the house. Through the glass he could see Susan Ranglotti where she sat at her computer desk, ostensibly studying biology. The pert, twenty-year old blonde was wearing a yellow bikini top and black silk gym shorts. Through the glass he had a nice view of her luscious well tanned legs. Those legs run all the way up to her ass! Goddamn!
When Susan had answered the door, Don thought he was having a vision of an angel. The string bikini top she had on just covered about a third of her pert breasts. Pointy nipples were brazenly outlined where they rubbed the thin material. Susan's breasts weren't as big as many he had seen, but they were shapely and firm. Don could well imagine happily trailblazing along the valley of that cleavage for hours. Susan's nude, tanned legs and creamy thighs running into those tight short shorts barely covering her firm ass, combined with her flat stomach and cute belly button, had almost made him cum in his pants. When she had cocked her head to one side, causing her long blonde hair to sway enticingly, before stepping back to gesture him in, he had to work his tongue around for a couple of seconds due to a sudden case of dry mouth. "Tom said you were expecting me? The lawn, you know."
"Oh yeah," she had laughed. One hand unconsciously pushed an errant blonde lock away from the edge of her deep red lips causing Don's heartbeat to speed up as he imagined the places he'd love for those lips to be. "Sorry, I'm studying for a biology test I've got tomorrow, and it's got me a bit flustered. The mower's in the shed out back."
Biology huh? I'd sure like to show her some biology -- or at least give her a lesson in anatomy, he had thought as his turgid penis, constrained by cotton and denim, had stirred where it hung against his left thigh. "Thanks Susan," he had replied. Stepping inside, he had moved past her to allow her to close the front door. "Where's Pam and Felicia?"
"They went shopping and to a movie. They won't be back for at least a few hours. Good thing too, they were driving me nuts. I couldn't get any studying done with their constant chatter. You know how Pam gets."
As she turned away from him his gaze had trailed down her smooth back with the perfect skin to the full rounded mounds of her ass cheeks barely covered by the thin black silk. He could see the swell of full flesh where the bottom of her ass met the tops of her legs. Goddamn! Not a single line. I don't think she's got any panties on, he had thought. His dick had surged in his pants at this thought like a dowsing rod twitching as it strove to point at the nearest source of moisture. Don could feel the swollen head of his cock poking out from under the leg of his boxers. Eyes glued to the tight ass displayed so nicely in the tight silk, Don cleared his throat. "Yeah, I hear you. That girl does like to talk." And talking's not what I'd like my mouth to be doing right now... Trying to appear casual, the teen quickly adjusted himself with one hand to ease the discomfort caused by his dick being compressed between his thigh and the rough denim of his jeans. He shivered as the head of his dick slid along his pants leg, sending a jolt of electric adrenaline through his groin.
Hoping the smile she had bestowed on him when she turned back had not been because his step-aunt had noticed his erect condition Don had headed to the back yard. 'I'm gonna get to work. Good luck with your studying."
Shaking his head to clear it, Don returned his wandering thoughts to the present. Glancing at the rear of the house, for just a moment his eyes locked with those of the hot twenty-year old through the glass slider before she jerked her head back toward the computer monitor in front of her. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was checking me out. The thought of the 5'3" blonde with the shapely runner legs, tight ass, and medium sized tits checking him out caused another stir in his groin as his dick once again processed the possibility of getting laid by the gorgeous girl sitting so near. Getting into Susan's pants had been a fantasy of Don's for nearly five years.
The whole time he had been dating his ex girlfriend Amanda, and for quite a while beforehand if truth be known, Don had been attracted to her friend Susan. When they first met he had been a freshman just shy of fifteen and Susan a junior just turned sixteen. Amanda, a freshman like Don, had been a perky likeable cheerleader who was popular enough and pretty enough to hang with Susan's upper classman crowd of popular girls. Like most of the freshman class, Don had lusted after Susan, certain that he had no chance at all of getting into the pants of the gorgeous probable prom queen Susan Ranglotti.
It was a year later - in his sophomore year at McKinley High - that his mother had started dating Susan's brother. Don's real father, Wayne Huriole, had died in a car accident when Don was three so he barely remembered anything other than vague impressions of a tall dark haired man. After a succession of failed relationships, usually with men who disappeared shortly after discovering the existence of 'Little Donnie', Elayne Huriole, had taken a job as a cashier at the local branch of Bank of America. That was where she had met Tom Ranglotti, the branch manager.
Elayne had been dating Tom Ranglotti for about a month when Don and Susan each discovered to their mutual chagrin who the child of their parent's significant other was. Of course, for Susan, Tom was not actually her father; however, they were more like father and daughter than brother and sister given the age difference. For Don, discovering that Susan - the beautiful, popular prom queen, and honor society member - was the younger sister of his mother's boyfriend had been a bit of a shock since Tom was old enough to be Susan's father. When he asked his mother about it, she had said that Tom's parents, Helen and William Ranglotti, had been blessed with Susan unexpectedly unusually late in life. With his sister being twenty-two years his junior, and their parents being elderly by the time Susan was reaching puberty, Tom had practically raised his little sister. The whole thing was a downer for Don since the situation made the idea of any type of romantic relationship with Susan even more remote than before. That and the fact that she was a year older and two years ahead of him in school had made him certain that the popular girl wouldn't be interested in him despite his alleged charm, sultry good looks, and athletic prowess.
