I was sitting at my desk, bored out of my mind.
I had dropped out of university a couple weeks earlier mid-semester after having a stress breakdown. The course was simultaneously too easy and too much of a slog, and I ended up freaking out and running out of class. The thought of the next 2 years of sitting in class listening to mind numbing lectures and then the next 40+ years of sitting at a desk doing mind numbing work strung me out.
I couldn't really go home. My parents were never very strict, but they were traditional, in the sense that going to university made more sense than finding blue collar work or working in the arts, regardless of pay. I wouldn't be severely punished or anything, but I didn't want to face their disappointment.
Thankfully, my aunt was willing to let me stay "for as long as I needed to". My father's younger sister, she's often home alone as her husband was a workaholic and her kids were extrovert types who were barely ever at home.
Her family were kind people, and they didn't say anything about my blunder and welcomed me. Aunt Ellen said that I didn't have to pay rent or anything and that she liked the company, but I still felt that I had to help.
She already kept a clean house and after a few days of helping with the chores, it was already practically spotless. I knew a little bit of handiwork, but after fixing what I could, I didn't really have anything else to do. No school, no job, no friends.
The sun was blaring down hot through the window. Everyone except Aunt Ellen was out of the house, and I was dying of boredom. I went downstairs for a popsicle, finding my aunt bent over in the garden messing with the plants. She was dressed in short shorts and a tank top, bra visible under the thin material.
"You could have called for me. I want to help.", I said to her.
"It's fine, it's just a little bit of garden work. These weeds only just sprouted but I wanted to take care of them early".
As she dug out the weeds, her ass was contiously shaking in my face, like a massive hypnotizing watch swaying back and forth. Aunt Ellen had a pretty good body but her butt was her stand-out feature. Have you ever been at a buffet and just started piling on the big, juicy looking pieces of meat? That's what I felt like when I reached my hand out and grabbed her tush, her plump behind filling out and spilling between my fingers.
She yelped and turned around, eyes wide staring at me. I kind of just stood their, my eyes also wide in disbelief. I tried to find an excuse, but my mind was still blank and abruptly turned around and walked back to my room.
Over the next few hours, I was thinking about what to do when she inevitably kicked me out, but come dinner time she didn't mention it.
On the contrary, I felt as if she was actually being extra touchy-feely with me, touching my forearm and feeling my thigh as we had dinner. Uncle and my cousins were already home, but they didn't seem to notice anything different.
She started actively asking me to help her with more chores, even if there wasn't actually anything more to do. She'd hold the ladder as I cleaned the ceiling fan, hands brushing over my legs and butt, or brush against my sides as we did the dishes together. Of course, this made me more daring as well. I'd press against her behind every time I got the chance, and I'd offer her massages before anyone else got back home. But we kept it to flirting, as at any time someone could come home.
That Friday, we got our chance. Uncle told us that he had to head out of town for a convention, and my cousins had sleepovers. I kept glancing at Aunt Ellen, trying to keep my excitement contained. This time, she wasn't meeting my eyes, but was instead looking down shyly.
Saturday night, after a day of flirty caresses and awkward gropes, we sat down to a candlelit dinner with a bottle of wine. Aunt Ellen wore a flowy green dress. It didn't show much cleavage, but the design cupped her breasts together and made them jiggle everytime she laughed.
We sat on the couch afterwards, wine glasses on the coffee table filled and drained again. I had my arm around her, my blood-related aunt, as she purred and sighed under my kisses against her neck.
