This story is about Debbie, a 48 year old woman who had for several years taken care of her kid sister Diane's boy Billy for extended periods of time since Diane had been killed in an auto accident a few years ago.
Billy was a very timid boy who had just graduated from high school and would be heading to college in the fall, and this would likely be the 18 year old's last long visit to her house. It would turn out to be the most fascinating of them all.
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Behind the blinds...
Debbie Tower put the last clothes pin on the bedsheet and stood back as a gust of wind made the sheet billow toward her. Debbie wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, a reflection of a warm morning that promised to be the start of an even hotter day, and as she did her eyes traveled to the guest bedroom, where a raised slat in the blinds suddenly dropped back down.
Billy. Her nephew certainly did like to keep an eye on her, Debbie thought as she went over to the picnic table to grab another sheet to hang on the line. Even though she had a perfectly good clothes dryer, there was nothing so fresh smelling as laundry hung outside to dry in the breeze, especially bedding.
Realizing she needed more clothes pins, Debbie went back into the house for some more. While she was at it, Debbie figured she might as well look in at Billy, and maybe get him out of the house to enjoy the beautiful weather. He was such a meek and pale little guy, and always seemed to be studying. More to life than that, Debbie said to herself, as she headed down the hall to Billy's room.
What you can see in a matter of seconds...
Debbie would ponder that afterward - that matter of seconds from the time her hand turned the doorknob, and it seemed like so much longer in retrospect. Her hand turned the doorknob and the door swung open, and Debbie was about to say something to the effect of, "Why don't you come outside and get some fresh air, Billy?", when she saw him.
They both said "OMIGOD!" a second later, but not before Debbie saw her nephew Billy at the window. His left hand was lifting a slat of the blinds, and Billy was peeking out - looking for something or someone. Billy still had his pajamas on, but the bottoms were down around his ankles. His little dimpled bottom was fully exposed, as were his skinny, almost hairless legs.
It was what his right hand was doing that commanded Debbie's attention, and while she could not see what he was doing, by the way his hand was moving there was no doubt what Billy was doing.
"Omigod!" they had both said simultaneously, and while Billy scrambled to pull up his pajamas, sending the blinds flying wildly as he did, Debbie blurted out an apology and closed the door behind her.
Debbie fell back against the wall in the hallway as she struggled to keep from falling over from the shock of what she had seen. While Debbie never had children of her own, she was certainly aware that they had urges, just like she did.
Debbie had not expected Billy to be so... obvious about it, just standing there in broad daylight. And why was he looking out the window? There was no doubt about the answer to that - Billy had been looking at her while he had been masturbating!
Finally able to get to the kitchen, Debbie made herself another cup of coffee as she tried to sort things out in her mind, and it was almost an hour until she was able to go back outside to finish hanging up the laundry. This time, the blinds did not move, and the reason Debbie knew that was because she had one eye on Billy's window every minute.
A afternoon spent alone...
Debbie did not have lunch that day, and Billy stayed in his room save for one brief visit to the bathroom. Debbie made dinner at the usual time, and finally worked up the courage to go down to Billy's room to tell him that it was ready.
Debbie knocked this time, something she realized she should have done earlier, but when she announced cheerfully that dinner was ready, Billy said that he wasn't hungry.
After Debbie ate without much gusto, washing down a pork chop with a couple of glasses of wine, she went in to take a shower before turning in.
The warm spray felt refreshing as Debbie stood and let it rinse off the day before reaching for the soap. Debbie's thoughts turned to Billy, as they had virtually all day. How embarrassed he must feel, having been caught like that. The fact that he had been watching her while he was doing it - the thought that had been so troubling to Debbie earlier had turned into something altogether different as the day went on. Something troubling.
Even now as Debbie's mind wandered, she realized that her hands had been busy scrubbing between her legs for an awfully long time, giving her a warm feeling that made her feel ashamed of herself.
How could an 18 year old boy find her still attractive? While she was certainly attractive enough for a woman of 48, her body had long since given away the fact that she was no teenager.
Debbie's hands went to her breasts, soaping her large and still firm melons, and the fat pegs of her nipples came alive under her touch. How long had it been since a man had done this to her, Debbie thought before suddenly coming out of her daze and rinsing herself off.
"Must be the wine," Debbie mumbled as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the cabinet.
A strange choice of clothing...
Back in her bedroom, Debbie slipped on a nightie that she hadn't worn in years, a sleeveless frilly pink one that came down to her knees. Debbie was surprised that it still fit, although it was a trifle snug in the chest, and that made her nipples even more prominent.
Heading down the hall to the kitchen, Debbie caught a look at herself in the mirror and was shocked. Not about how she looked, which she admitted to herself was pretty good, but the rather provocative attire she was wearing. A rather strange choice of clothing considering what had gone on here today, Debbie thought.
What if Billy came out and saw her dressed like this? That thought also went through Debbie's mind as she poured the remains of the bottle of wine into her glass and downed it.
This couldn't be allowed to fester in Billy's mind. That was the other thought that went through Debbie's mind as she headed down the hall toward Billy's room. She had to tell him that it was alright, and that she was wrong to have just walked in on him.
It was my fault...
"Billy, can I come in for a second?" Debbie asked through the door after knocking gently a couple times.
"Yes Aunt Debbie," was the reply from Billy, in a quivering voice.
The light was on beside Billy's bed, and he was under the sheet with a book beside him. Debbie put on a brave little smile as she walked over to the bed, and when she saw Billy's eyes widen as she came closer, it hit her just how inappropriate this nightgown was to wear.
Debbie sat on the edge of the bed as Billy got up on his elbows, and Debbie wished she had put a robe on, because Billy's eyes were fixed on her chest.
"I wasn't doing anything - just reading," Billy said, reaching up to brush her light brown hair from his eyes.
"I know honey," Debbie said. "About today. I just wanted to apologize about coming in here like I did. It was very wrong."
"I'm sorry too," Billy said. "Did you - see what I was doing?"
"No, not really, but I have an idea," Debbie admitted. "I have to remember that you aren't a little boy any more. You're eighteen, and you're a man, and men have urges the same as women."
"I couldn't help myself," Billy said, his face now a deep crimson. "Whenever I'm around you I always get - excited."
"You do?" Debbie asked. "Why?"
"You're so pretty, and you look a lot like Mom does - did," Billy corrected himself. "I do that a lot. What I was doing, I mean. Even when I'm not here and I'm at home. I think about you and I look at pictures of you."
"I never had children, but I know it's a natural thing for boys to do," Debbie said. "I'm sure that you have a lot of girlfriends too, because you're such a handsome young boy."
