My name is Richard Jennings. My friends call me Rick. My family calls me Richie. I'm a sophomore in college majoring in Business Administration. I carry a 3.7 average. I'm also on the wrestling team. I'm six feet three inches tall and weigh around two hundred twenty pounds. My record is 19 wins and 2 losses. I've never been pinned.
I say in good shape, because of my wrestling and from helping my Dad. He's a master carpenter. As soon as I could walk I was helping him with all of his home projects.. OK, I got in the way most of the time. Every time he laid down a tool I picked it up. As I grew up he taught me the trade. When I was fourteen I built my Mom a totally new kitchen. She told me what she wanted and I built it. If you want a happy Mom, build her dream kitchen for her.
One weeks into my summer vacation I had just finished my morning workout. I was laying out by the pool soaking up some sun. My Mom walked out.
"Richie, your Aunt Jean just called. She needs some work done on her house. She suggested you come and do the work. She said she would rather pay you than some contractor."
"That's a great idea. I could use the extra spending money. Call her back and tell her I'll be there this weekend."
I was thinking of some rims I saw for my truck. Every truck needs some gnarly rims.
My Aunt Jean is my Mothers sister. She is six years younger. She's a Real Estate Broker and has her own business.. She lives about two hundred miles from us.
Three years ago her husband was killed in a car accident. The cops were chasing a bank robber. He was going the wrong way on a freeway and hit him head on. They were both killed instantly. His life and auto insurance paid her well. She loved him dearly but hadn't remarried. I heard over the family grapevine that she was finally into dating.
Saturday morning I started loading my truck. I got all the tools I thought I would need loaded. My Mom fixed me up with some snacks and an ice chest with some drinks. I was all set. I kissed my Mom, hugged my Dad and hit the road.
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"Richie! Come in. Come in."
"Hi, Aunt Jean, It's good to see you again. How are you?"
"I'm good. Oh my. Look at you. You're all grown up."
"It has been a while. I'm in college now. Just finished my second year."
"Come in the kitchen. I'll get you something to drink. Are you hungry?"
"Na. I've been snacking on the way, but a beer would be good."
She opened two beers and we sat at the table. We brought each other up to date on all the family gossip. I notice her checking me out without being obvious about it. Of course I checked her out too. She's wearing a t shirt and shorts. She fills them out nicely. Especially the t shirt. I see a hint of nipples showing. Dirty young man thought ran through my mind.
We chatted for a while and I told her I needed to unload my truck. I don't want it sitting in the driveway all night with my tools in it. She offered to help. We get my tools put in the garage and my clothes into the spare bedroom. While we're unloading I take a closer look at her assets.
I could see the resemblance to my Mom. Breasts between a C and D cup. Nice ass and killer legs. I suspected she goes to the gym. I knew I was going to have trouble Remembering she was my Aunt.
"Now that you're moved in let me give you a tour. You can get an idea of what needs fixing."
She struggles opening the sliding doors to the back deck. I see a empty hot tub and a small kidney shaped pool. The water has a greenish cast to it. That will need fixing right away. Of course a picture of her in a bikini popped into my mind.
The back yard needs mowing and the beds need weeding. Around front I see the same thing. A cursory glance at the house shows it needs painting and some trim replaced. I step back and look at the roof. Oh crap. I hate roofing, but she needs one. It seems the years of neglect have taken their toll on the place.
"Well, Aunt Jean. Just off the top of my head it's going to cost a few thousand dollars in material. You need a roof and the whole house needs paint. I haven't checked the deck yet. It may need some work too. Some of window trim needs replacing and the pool filter is gunny sacked."
"First of all let's knock off the 'Aunt Jean.' Jean will do. And I've got the expenses covered. I just had a big sale last week. I made a nice commission on it."
"OK, Jean. The pool gets fixed first. I'll need it in the afternoons."
"I agree. It's been a while since I took a swim."
"I'll check it out tomorrow. It may just be the filter and some chemicals. It's my job in the summer at home to take care of our pool."
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Sunday morning I take my coffee out to the pool. I check the filter and find it plugged. I find a new one in the garage along with some pool chemicals. I replace the filter and pour in the chemicals. Next I start on the lawn. I get warmed up and take off my shirt. An hour later Jean walks out. I check her out from the corner of my eye. She is standing checking me out. I smile to myself.
"Richie, do you want more coffee or something cold?"
"Just some water now. Maybe a beer later."
She walks back out with a bottle of water.
"The pool should be ready by this evening. I put in a filter and some chemicals."
"Oh good. A swim after dinner sounds good."
"A moonlight swim does sound good."
Thoughts of her naked wet body in my arms pop into my mind. I wonder if she has a boyfriend. She hasn't mentioned one. How long since she got laid. I expect I'll find out during the rest of the week.
After dinner that night I announce it's swim time.
"Last one in is rotten egg."
She groans.
I hurry and dive in. I watch for her to come out. I'm not disappointed. She is wearing a string tie bikini. Not much is left to my imagination. My cock stirs as I mentally untie it and toss it away. We play around a little, trying to dunk each other and lots of splashing.
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I spend the rest of the week doing yard work. The weeds have almost taken over the lawn and flower beds.
Thursday at dinner she announces she has a date Friday night.
"That's nice. I suspected you had a boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend. I met him at Jan's three weeks ago. We just went out to dinner a couple of times. He seems nice enough. I guess I'll see what happens."
"Well, good luck. He might just be the one."
"I'm beginning to think all the good ones are taken."
I hope they don't get anything going. My plans will go down the drain.
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Friday evening Jean comes out dressed to kill.
"Wow! You look really nice. What a lucky guy. You're gonna burn him down."
"We'll see. I won't be too late. Probably around eleven or so. No need to wait up for me."
"OK, have a good time."
She leaves and I kick back in front of the TV knowing he is going to get laid tonight. Hopefully he has a small dick and a hair trigger.
Around ten I hear a car pulling into the driveway. I get up and look out the window. I see her walking briskly toward the door. By her body language it doesn't look like she's happy. I wonder what happened. I hear the door slam hard. She walks straight through to her bedroom without a word. To say she is pissed would be an understatement.
Fifteen minutes later she come out wearing a robe. She sits on the sofa without a word.
"OK, you need to talk and I have ears. Go."
"That son of a bitch. I decided to move things up a notch tonight. That bastard has a hair trigger. He was done in less than a minute. I'm so mad I could chew up a crowbar and spit nails."
"I'm sorry, Jean. That really sucks. I guess you won't be seeing him again."
"One disappointing night is too much. "
"Do you need something to drink? I'll get you something."
"No, I'll be fine. I just need to cool off."
