Sorry for the long delay, I hope you like this new story.
All Characters are Over Eighteen.
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Chapter 1
There are moments in your life that change everything, that upend the world and you are never the same afterwards. Sometimes tragic, other times sweet, there are times where one decision changes not only your life, but how you view it. My moment, so to speak, came without warning, like a sudden surge from the sea, obliterating everything that was old and replacing it with something new. But as I look back with changed eyes I can only wonder if I was too blind to see that wave coming.
The summer before my senior year started off under dour circumstances. My aunt Jen, my mom's sister, had just finalized her divorce from the jerk she had been married to for a decade. She was starting over, and that restart involved moving in with us. Jen was a teacher, and her salary wasn't going to stretch very far on her own. Mom is a surgeon, and a good one, and extended Jen the offer to stay at our house rent free for as long as she needed. Mom had a habit of taking in lost souls; that's how she found me.
My biological mother was a nurse, who had gotten pregnant and didn't know what to do. My mom, a young surgical resident, adopted me, even sponsoring the nurse's medical costs throughout the pregnancy. At the age of 26 mom found herself a new, single mother, starting a promising medical career with me in tow. As a result, she never made time for a husband, or more kids, and it was just the two of us on what she called our little adventure.
"Are you going to sit around all summer," Mom asked me from the kitchen. I was, indeed, sitting around.
"Go easy on him, Maggie," Aunt Jen said as she popped her head around the corner. "It's day one of summer, he can be lazy for a day or two." She came around the corner and stopped to mess with my hair. I playfully fought her off, and she went into the kitchen.
"Off the save the world?" I asked mom, the same question I asked almost every morning.
"You know it," she said. "But I'm taking off early to spend some time with you guys. And don't forget, Will, you are supposed to helping your aunt paint her bedroom and bathroom."
"I didn't know that slave labor came with the offer to stay, otherwise I would have moved in earlier," Jen said, high fiving mom. They both laughed. I grinned and turned back to my book, glad Aunt Jen was joking about her divorce. It has been a bitter fight, and mom had spent a lot of nights consoling her sister. "I'm going to drag him out to buy paint later."
"Well, stay out of trouble, and don't forget to use sunblock," Mom said.
"Will you stop being so bossy?" Jen teased. "Go and be brilliant. I'm going to put Will to work."
Mom left with an exchange of goodbyes and Jen came over and sat by me on the couch.
"What do you really want to do today?" she asked me.
"I don't know," I said, looking up from my book. "I'm supposed to help you paint."
"We'll go buy paint later, and tape up the room, but you didn't answer my question."
"I was going to watch a movie, maybe, and swim. But really I don't mind helping."
"I'll tell you what," she said. "Let's watch your movie, then go buy paint and work. I don't want you to sacrifice your summer for me."
"I don't mind. It's usually just me and mom most of the time, and summers are really boring since she works. I'm glad to have you around."
"I thought you'd be hanging around with your friends."
"I will, but I can't do that 24/7."
"Alright, a movie it is. I'm going to get a snack." She vaulted off the couch and headed to the kitchen while I queued up a movie. I sat back on the couch and Aunt Jen returned with a plate of vegetables. Like mom, she was fit and worked to stay that way. She was 42, two years younger than mom, but they looked alike. I thought she might sit next to me, but instead she lay on the floor in front of me. The movie started and I put my book down and sat back to watch.
"A movie at 9 in the morning, this feels so decadent," she laughed.
"Oh, this is just the beginning, Aunt Jen, summer has begun," I said dramatically.
She laughed, crunching a bite. "Just call me Jen, okay? I'm mooching off your mom, it feels right."
"Okay, Jen," I said, testing out the name for the first time. "But if it makes a difference mom doesn't think you're mooching."
Since I was a kid, Jen was always fun to be around. The last few years of her marriage had been rough for her, and the fun times were few, but with her newfound freedom she seemed to be her old self again. I settled in to watch the movie as the sun crept across the living room floor. It was only a few minutes into the movie when I first saw it.
Jen had nothing on under her shorts.
I sat up slightly, a guilty feeling washing over me. Jen was wearing a baggy t-shirt and loose shorts, and as she lay out in front of me, she had shifted and her shorts had pulled to one side. There, decorated by a light blonde fuzz, was my aunt's labia and half of her ass completely visible, three feet away. This was the first time I had seen a woman so intimately, at least in the flesh—so to speak. I knew Jen was unaware of what I saw, and I felt guilty looking. At the same time, I was fascinated, and also aware of the growing erection in my shorts. I was confused. Aroused but confused.
That is when everything changed. I felt something inside my head shift. This woman in front of me was my aunt, but I didn't care. The movie played but I did not see a single frame. I stared, entranced, by her ass and pussy. Jen was fit, with large breasts and what some might call a bubble butt. Her ass wasn't fat, but it was round, and large. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with my erection in several ways. Aside from the need to keep things hidden, should she turn around, I felt extreme guilt. Jen was my aunt. Sure, I was adopted, but she had been my aunt my whole life. She used to play checkers with me when I was five, and always let me win. And now there I sat, dick throbbing, looking at her like I had never seen a woman like that before.
Which, to be fair, I had not.
Jen shifted a little. I kept looking, and noticing how round her butt was, how it seemed to consume her shorts bit by bit. Her ass crack was clearly defined as her shorts were pulled between her cheeks. I could still see her labia, and a tuft of blonde hair. I looked down and saw that my leaking dick had made a wet spot through my shorts. I fidgeted covertly, trying to hide it with my shirt. My mind drifted further, imagining what the rest of her looked like naked.
"Hey, Will," Jen said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking back over her shoulder at me. "Now what?"
I blinked at her, surprised. The movie credits were rolling. I had stared at Jen's ass for the entire movie, coming up with increasingly wicked thoughts about her. Even now my eyes were pulled back to her ass, and I fought all instinct to maintain eye contact.
"Let's swim before we go to the hardware store," she said. "Work can wait, we have all summer."
"I guess I'm not slacking if it's your idea," I said. "Yeah, sounds good."
Jen sat up, stretching. I found myself looking right at her tits, admonishing myself for being so gross about my aunt. She stood up and waited for me.
"You go ahead," I said, unable to stand up without revealing my erection. "I'll meet you out there."
She smiled and left the room. My eyes followed her swaying ass, and I waited a full ten seconds before I stood up awkwardly. I adjusted my shorts several times, giving up and rushing to my room. I shut the door behind me and stripped of my clothes. As I did a clear strand of precum dripped onto the floor, followed by another.
I contemplated jerking off quickly, do ease the tension, but Jen knocked on my door.
