I was spending some time with my Aunt Lori, she is only 14 years older than I am and I've always had a crush on her since I was a child. I can even remember her giving me baths when I was 5 or so. Aunt Lori is 5'4"s, 110 pounds on a small frame. She never had children, choosing to become a career woman instead of a mother, her small breasts had the right amount of hang in them from what I had seen when she was in a tight T-Shirt. Married twice and divorced once, now widowed.
We were painting her the inside of her house so I had been there 3 days and looking at about another 4 or 5. She is always fun to be around, we flirt harmlessly and joke, some of her jokes have even shocked me at hearing them coming from her. We had been painting all afternoon and she gave me a hug, telling me how much she appreciated all my help. I hugged her back and felt the hard nipples in her shirt pressed against my chest.
We went out in the backyard to wash the paint brushes, cleaning the brushes I was on one knee washing mine out and Aunt Lori was squatting on her feet, sitting on her heels, her knees wide open as she washed her brush. Her loose shorts left nothing to the imagination, the leg on one side open enough that I could plainly see the curly brown hair showing on the side of her panties. Half of the panties crotch in my eye sight, naturally I was staring at the thick hair running to her thighs.
She saw me staring and did nothing to change her position, it looked like a small smile crossed her face as she continued to clean the brush. I felt my dick start to get erect, and knowing it would show in my own shorts, I made quick work of cleaning my brush. I stood up to stretch my legs when I was done, my stiff dick right at Aunt Lori's eye level.
Aunt Lori had just bought the house a year ago and been remodeling it every since she got it. A nice but small 2 bedroom 1 bath home, just the right size for a single woman, or a couple with no children if they needed a guest room. We went inside and washed our hands clean in the kitchen sink, I noticed lately that Aunt Lori had been touching me a lot, not improperly, but more so than before. We come from a hugging and kissing family so I thought nothing of it.
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"What was that for?" she asked me.
"Oh, just because your so sweet!"
She smiled at me, her pale blue eyes sparkled from receiving the attention. I decided to take her out and get a Hamburger and fries, rather than have her cook after painting all day. We ate and talked about her life, all the places she had been, and mine, why my marriage failed after 8 years. When we went to the car to leave I played the gentleman and held her door open for her, she leaned up to me and kissed me on the cheek.
We arrived back at the house and it was sundown, the sun setting was a beautiful orange color so we sat in the porch swing to watch it finish it's beautiful color show. I put my arm around her and she leaned to me putting her head on my shoulder.
"Ronnie and I dreamed of doing this in the evenings before he passed away! Just sitting and watching the sunsets, holding each other."
"Well, I'm sorry he is not hee to enjoy this with you Aunt Lori. I know he would have loved the time spent with you, Hell, I sure do."
She turned and looked in my eyes, a sad look in hers and kissed me on the lips. I felt her lips part a bit then close. She pulled away,
"I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry. It's wrong to think what I just did!"
"What were you thinking?" I asked.
"No, I shouldn't even say it." and she got up then went into the house.
I followed her, went to my room and got my clean clothes to go take a shower. After I got out, she went in and took hers. I was in the guest room, laying on top of the bed in just my underwear, and had been rubbing my dick thinking about the sight of her hairy bush pushing past the edge of her panties. My dick was hard and the thin underwear left nothing to hide. Aunt Lori walked in and I had nothing to cover myself with so I lay there embarrassed at me being caught with my dick out so to speak. Her eyes went to it and she stopped at the door.