Authors note: This is my first offering of a story in this category so I hope you enjoy it. I'd like to thank my wonderful editor benevolentdcc for all the help with this story.
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James looked up when the flight attendant asked him to bring his seat to an upright position as the plane was getting ready to land. The handsome youth complied, removing his ear buds and putting them in his pocket. He looked out the window to a familiar sight; the California coast on a bright Monday afternoon. It had been late August the previous year when he left for MIT but now he was going to be home again for the summer. Well, almost home. His parents had decided to remodel their entire Huntington Beach house while they took a month long vacation in Europe, visiting his father's Scottish family and friends. They had asked him if he would like to join them but James wanted to enjoy some time at the beach and catch up with his friends. With his home in disrepair, though, James was going to be spending the summer with his aunt Lisa.
Lisa was the youngest of five siblings on his mother's side of the family, whose parents immigrated from Japan in the 1950's. Unlike James' mom Laura, who was a corporate attorney, Lisa was a free spirit. She went to school to study art with an emphasis on photography. This made Lisa the black sheep of her family since all her siblings were doctors, engineers, or lawyers. She lived with James' parents for the first six years of his life because her own parents couldn't handle her. He knew how strict and traditional his grandparents were so it was no surprise his aunt would be a problem child. James had always gotten along well with Lisa and didn't mind too much having to spend a good portion of the summer with her.
James shouldered his backpack and disembarked the plane, heading for the baggage claim area. He was a unique mixture of Scottish and Japanese genes. His height he inherited from his dad, just under six feet with broad shoulders and a lean build. From his mother's side he received jet-black hair and finer facial features common with Asians. The combination made for a very handsome young man as many girls he's dated will attest.
Those same ladies should thank his aunt for the enhanced 'birds and bees' education that she had given James. His father covered the basics, but she gave him more of an 'in-depth' understanding of how a woman's anatomy worked, allowing him to be very skilled right out of the gate. He and his aunt never had sex or even touched each other inappropriately but Lisa showed him - using her own body while he watched - what and where to touch on a woman and how to touch to bring her the utmost pleasure possible.
The baggage carousel began to turn, followed shortly by bags sliding down the shoot for passengers to claim. With his attention focused on the dropping bags, James didn't notice the tiny Asian woman coming up behind him. Although Lisa hadn't seen her nephew in over a year, there was no mistaking the young man before her as anyone other than family. She had been like a second mother to him in his childhood and always made sure to see him on his birthday if nothing else. Lisa held a special place in her heart for James because he never talked down to her, like some of her other nieces and nephews. He always made her feel welcome whenever she was around.
"Jimmy!" she cried as she wrapped her arms around him from behind making him jump. She was the only one who ever called him Jimmy.
"Holy shit, Aunt Lisa, you scared the crap outta me!"
"Sorry, I couldn't resist. And can we please drop the 'Aunt Lisa' thing? It makes me feel old," she stated turning him to face her.
James got his first good look at his aunt since last Easter when she was over at his parents' house. She had made some changes in her appearance between then and now. Lisa was shorter than his mom by a couple inches, putting her around 5'-2" when she wasn't wearing her typical platform heels. Her long black hair still fell to her waist but now the bottom three inches were dyed neon-blue. She was also curvier than Laura, but was very well proportioned. Her C-cup breasts stood out proud in the tight cotton tank-top. Her thigh-length skirt showed off her toned legs as she perched on 6" platform sandals. Her makeup was bright with red and pink on her eye lids and black eye liner drawing back toward her temples. Lisa may have been 31 but her youthful appearance and bubbly personality never gave away that fact. James couldn't help but consider his aunt a hottie. His body was letting him know that fact by raising a bulge in his jeans which he hoped she hadn't notice.
"So what I'm I supposed to call you? You ARE my aunt after all," James questioned as he reached for one of his bags on the carousel.
"Just call me Lisa like everyone else and we won't have a problem."
"I just thought that would be a little disrespectful. You are my elder and I'm supposed to be-"
"Nonsense! I'm anything but traditional; you should know that by now. And like I said the whole aunt thing makes me feel old."
"But you are older than me," he responded with a grin, while retrieving his last bag.
"Only twelve years. I'm not even old enough to be your mother," playfully punching him in the arm.
Lisa took the backpack from his shoulder as he reached for his luggage then motioned him to follow her to the parking structure. They rode the elevator to the top level. When the doors opened, James began looking for the beat up VW van she'd been driving ever since she got her license. Lisa suddenly stopped behind a BMW convertible and popped the trunk for him. The blue M4 was a big jump from that old van.
"This doesn't look like that beater van you've been driving for as long as I can remember?" James said as he loaded his bags and closed the trunk.
"A lot of things have changed since you last saw me," she replied with a smile as she started the car and lowered the top.
Lisa left the airport and headed for the coast highway. Turning south she raced down the road like a teenager who had just gotten the keys to their parents' car for the first time. The pair made idle chatter on the way toward Lisa's home. When she drove past the street James remembered her living off, she smiled at the nineteen year old and kept driving. Obviously she no longer lived in that tiny condo in Newport Beach. They continued south until entering Laguna Beach where Lisa turned to her youthful passenger with a smile.
"Do you mind if we make a quick stop before I take you to my place? It won't take long."
"Sure, no problem. You're driving," James replied with a smile of his own.