After completing my shower, I dressed in a clean t-shirt and swim trunks. Aunt Jane was back on the deck, sunning herself and reading a magazine. I spoke to her from the open patio door to my room: “I’m going down to the beach. ”
She raised herself on one elbow and smiled. “Stay out of trouble, Romeo,” she almost sang at me. I headed off for several hours of beach volleyball and trading stories with friends on the beach.
Two more days passed without incident, but on the third day I returned from school to find another “sticky note” on the refrigerator door. “Lunch is inside. Bring it up to the deck.” I retrieved the tray from the refrigerator. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder if this lunch would proceed like the one of three days ago. My pulse rate increased with each step.
Aunt Jane was in the same spot, reclining on the lounge and wearing another of what seemed like a limitless supply of bikinis. This one looked to be of cotton fabric and had black and white stripes that angled across the bra and the bottom. Though it covered more than the crocheted number of earlier in the week, it still left little to the imagination regarding the shape, size and firmness of Aunt Jane’s physical attributes.
As I pushed the door open, she sat upright and turned to clear the small table between the two chaise lounges. She smiled brightly and said “hi” as I sat the tray down. I smiled back without remark and watched as she peeled the clear wrap from the tray. I loved to watch her bountiful breasts move with the limited restraint of the bikini top. Occasionally, when she bent her torso or shoulders at the right angle, I could see the edge of an areola and the hint of a nipple. Both nipples were fully erect and straining against the fabric of the bikini top. I could feel my cock beginning to harden as I watched her.
“There, let’s eat,” she said, as she organized the sandwiches and chips. I sat down and picked up a sandwich, consuming half of it before putting it back and reaching for a soda can. “How is class going,” she asked with obvious sincerity.
“It’s great, Aunt Jane! I can’t believe how much I am learning in such a short time,” I enthused. “These teachers seem to know so much more than the ones I have back home, and the computer lab is terrific.”
“I’m so glad it’s working out as you hoped,” she said. “I would hate for this summer to have been a waste for you.”
I grinned in spite of myself and mumbled, “There’s no way it would have been a waste.”
“I think you have your mind on something else,” she said with a sly look on her face. “You aren’t getting too distracted, are you?”