My Nephew Visits

Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an incomplete or invalid email address will be deleted immediately and sadly will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a female and I write in British English.

My nephew had telephoned me and asked if he could come and visit and possibly stay over a few days. He lived in Gloucester and it was quite a journey to the East Riding of Yorkshire, certainly more than could reasonably be done in a single day. Aaron is a property manager for a large brewery. He finds properties with prospects and converts them to one of their signature brands, family friendly, budget or Up Market steak houses. He also manages existing pub properties that are not performing as they should. He either turns them around or flips them. Accordingly he is all over the country with his work, but he told me he wanted a few days off and that it had been a very long time since we last met up.

And he was right, it was a long time. Last time I saw Aaron I was still married, and I think Aaron had a long term girlfriend at that time, but lots of journeys away from home don't really help keep relationships alive and I had heard that they had split up some years ago. Relationships can be quite difficult in this modern age, I know that I haven't really had a long term one since my marriage ended. My then husband had decided that he enjoyed the company of a girl in his office more than he enjoyed mine, and that was fine, he was pretty average as a husband and so I didn't really miss him when he decided to stay away.

Finances were tough for a while, but then, as they do, things improved, and now I am financially stable and could even describe myself as comfortable. I am guessing that due to his senior position at his company, Aaron must be quite well off too, but then, I could be wrong, he could well be frivolous with his spending. I expect that I shall find out when he visits.

I had a day before he was expected and so I decided to deep clean the guest room. I didn't usually keep the bed made, I just had the quilt rolled up on top and the bedding folded and to one side. If I am honest, I don't vacuum it as often as I should, and so a good vacuuming was essential. I went around and cleaned the door and window frames, skirting boards and sills first, and then vacuumed a good two times, three in the corners where dust accumulates. Satisfied that it was clean I made the bed and opened the window a little to allow the room to air.

He would use the family bathroom, I had my own ensuite, and so clean fresh towels went into the bathroom along with a new toilet roll and a spare. Fresh flannel, tube of toothpaste and hand gel too. That was all ready for him, hopefully I hadn't forgotten anything, if I had, well, I would just have to sort it after he arrived.

That evening as I sat watching television the local troublesome kids started shouting outside my house, singing that rude song they always sang, 'get your tits out for the lads'. The stupidity is that they wouldn't have a clue what to do if I did reveal my breasts to them, they were simply being obnoxious and I simply ignored them.

I had a good night's sleep, one of my more settled nights. I don't normally sleep too well when the yobs have been playing up, I guess that because Aaron was coming, I felt more at ease. Oh well. Aaron was due between ten and eleven, so I had a shower. To be honest, it was more of a mini make over than just a shower. I waxed my legs and groin, the latter is always painful, but waxing thins the hair follicles over time, and so each time is a little less panful than the last.

Not that I expected anyone to see the fruits of my labours, but a woman who is neat and tidy downstairs, always is more at ease in company, odd, but there it is. I got rid of all my hair down there some years ago, as I recall as a suggestion from a girlfriend, she said it improved her sex life no end, and have kept myself bare there ever since. To see it hairy now would be very strange. I had tried a 'landing' strip for about a year, but it just seemed silly in the end and so I abandoned it. Hair gone from underarm too, no, the only hair I had grew on my head.

After my shower I sat on the bed and used my dryer and combed and brushed my hair dry and pinned it up into a high pony. Neat and tidy. My eyebrows needed a trim, and so the tweezers came out and they were soon plucked into submission. What to wear? This wasn't a date and so it didn't need to be alluring, but neither did it need to be frumpy auntie wear. A simple blouse over a mid-length skirt would be the best option with decent underwear. I decided that I would push the boat out with my underwear. Aaron would not be seeing it of course, but it would make me feel good knowing that I was wearing my best underwear.

Dressed and ready I checked the two bedrooms, all beds made and tidy, windows open a little to allow fresh air in and any stale odours out. Down in the kitchen I put the kettle on and waited for his arrival. Just as the kettle was boiling the doorbell chimed, gosh, I was surprisingly all of a flutter as I walked down the hall and opened the door.

"Auntie Joan," he said as he rushed to me and gave me a hug and a squeeze. Goodness that was more than I expected and should I really have felt what was obviously his dick getting hard as it pressed against me. I know keys when I feel them and that was not keys.

"Come in, come in, goodness you do look good." I said as I stood to one side to allow him across the threshold, and yes, I looked, and yes there was a bulge where I would not have expected one. I chided myself for looking.

He came in towing a small, wheeled suitcase which he left at the bottom of the stairs, and then he slipped his shoes off.

"Tea or coffee?" I asked.

"Oh tea please Auntie."

"Come on into the kitchen whilst I make our drinks," I said leading the way down the hallway into the kitchen. Mugs were all ready as was the milk and sugar. I flicked the kettle on to come back to the boil, added a teabag to each mug and then poured in the boiling water, before giving them a stir and squeezing the bags against the back of the spoon.

"Milk, sugar?" I asked.

"Just a splash of milk please Auntie," he answered.

"Right, here you are then, Aaron," I said passing him his mug, "let's go and sit in the conservatory and take advantage of the warm weather and good light."

In the conservatory Aaron sat in the armchair, and I sat on the sofa opposite. Crumbs he was a handsome young man, it was a crying shame that he didn't have a partner, and even more so that we were related and that I was twice his age. We chatted about our lives, he said he was saddened when Uncle Mike and I had split up, and that somehow, he had lost touch with his uncle since then.

"Yes," I said, "he moved a few times, the relationship with the girl he left me for didn't really last long. I don't know where he is. I do have his mobile phone number somewhere, but I haven't used that for a long time. I wish him happy birthday each year, and a Merry Christmas, but that is about it."

"Oh Auntie, that is so sad. What about boyfriends for you since? Anyone current?"

"Oh the odd one, here and there, now and then, but no one that has fired up the emotions so to speak. I have a little fun occasionally, but that is as far is it goes."

He excused himself and went to the loo. Oh, that sound, a man peeing into the toilet bowl, I hadn't heard that for such a long time, and gosh, it did make me feel a little unnecessary. Not that I am into games of that nature, but I just had images of him holding himself, something we girls don't need to do, and him aiming into the bowl before shaking off any drips and then putting it back away and it was just so evocative. Silly little things that are part of the normal life that I used to have. I heard the taps run as he washed his hands and then he came back in and sat opposite me.

"Oh, that's better," he said looking across at me as I returned my own looks, his bulges still apparent, perhaps it was the cut of his cloth, perhaps not.

"And you Aaron," I said picking up the conversation thread from earlier, "are you seeing anyone?"

"Oh no, I am just never in one place long enough, girls want someone they can cuddle up with in an evening, not someone who is face-timing them from the other end of the country."

"Don't you get lonely Aaron? I mean you are young, and there are, well, you know, things that we like to do when we are young." I was about as obvious as I dare.

"Oh Auntie, you have a way with words. I am okay, yes, I have nights with ladies, just nothing that lasts long. We have fun and then move on. Sometimes I may see them a few times, but nothing becomes a long term tryst. I couldn't even say I have friends with benefits," and he laughed and as he looked at me and I at him, I noticed his bulge twitch. Was he remembering a favourite girlfriend I wondered. His eyes, I noticed, did seem to be focussed on my knees, or rather just above them where my skirt ended. Just coincidence, I told myself, he wouldn't be thinking such things about his old Aunt, that was just silly fancifulness on my behalf, goodness.

"Lunch?" I asked, "I have some corned beef and some tomatoes in, I could make us some corned beef and tomato sandwiches, or are you a non-meat eater, in which case I could make you a tomato sandwich."

He laughed and said that the corned beef would be fine, and he followed me into the kitchen and sat on a kitchen chair as I buttered some bread and sliced corned beef and some tomatoes. I filled and boiled the kettle and made us fresh mugs of tea and as I turned from the work surface, I found myself face to face with Aaron. It was one of those situations so beloved by film makers that would lead to a kiss.

It led to a kiss. His lips touched mine briefly and his arm went around my back, his body pressed against mine and I felt the hardness of his arousal. I was momentarily taken aback, and then I opened my eyes, and Aaron was still sitting at the table, there had been no kiss, my mind had gone to another place and I was embarrassed. I sat at the table and joined Aaron, and we munched our sandwiches and sipped at our tea, all the time my mind in a turmoil trying to understand what was happening.

After I had cleared away, we went and sat in the conservatory once more, the afternoon warmth from the sun so pleasing and calming, except for in my brain. I found myself fascinated by the bulge in his trousers. Why? What was happening with me? I was no sex mad teenager, in fact it had been over a year since anyone else had touched my body, over a year since I had held a man's dick, since a man's dick had penetrated my fanny, and to be honest, it hadn't been that memorable and I had not sought to repeat it with him, nor felt an overwhelming desire to repeat the occasion with anyone else.

Since then, my fingers had sufficed on the odd occasion that desires grew. I knew well the shape and feel of my vulva, the depth of my fanny, my bumps, ridges and grooves, I knew my body very well and I did not get these yearnings, these feelings, nor did I get the imaginations that I was experiencing just now. It was odd. But he was definitely looking up my skirt, and he definitely had a bulge that twitched. I parted my knees a little further.

"Penny for them Auntie," he said snapping me from my introspection.

"Oh goodness Aaron, my silly thoughts aren't worth even a penny, I was just sitting musing."

"Oh, come on Auntie, I don't believe that, really, you must be thinking something, and every thought is of worth."

"No, honestly, nothing of worth."

"I bet you were thinking of an old boyfriend, perhaps the last man to sit here where I am sitting."

I didn't dare look him in the yes.

"Auntie you are blushing, you were, weren't you, you were remembering someone. Was he sitting here naked after a bedroom session between you, were the memories fond?"

"Aaron there hasn't been anyone for a long time, and I am sitting here with you now, why would I be thinking of anyone else?"

"Oh Joan," he said smiling, "why should you not. Perhaps I look a little like your last lover? Perhaps you are seeing me naked as you remember him, was he a good lover Joan, did he make your heart flutter?"

"Oh Aaron you are silly." My heart was fluttering now though. "Anyway, he didn't look like you, nowhere near as handsome and he was older. And, Aaron, it was a long time ago and no I am not seeing you naked, goodness, the very idea."

"Okay Auntie, if you say so," he laughed and shuffled in his seat. He was almost certainly sporting an erection inside those trousers, but why though? I could understand it if I were a young beautiful woman and had been flirting with him, but I am not and I hadn't.

"Shall we go out to eat this evening and where do you fancy? My treat."

"Yes, we can, there is a very good Chinese at the end of the road, we can walk there rather than get a cab."

"Okay then, do we need to book a table?"

"No. They open at five and if we walk along for just after opening we will be fine. It gets busy around seven, and then you would need to book to be sure of a table. So, if you want to eat later, we would need to book."

"An early dinner is fine by me."

He stood up and excused himself and went to the loo again. Again the sounds of splashing in the bowl and again I had mental images of him holding his dick and aiming, of him jiggling the end to get rid of the drips. Did he pull his foreskin back? Did he wipe his end? Why was I getting these bizarre questions?

He came back and sat down, and we chatted about his job, how he usually went all over the country, but hardly ever found himself anywhere near Hornsea and so never had an excuse to pop in and see me.

"Well Aaron, if you do, then you could always come and stay with me, save on the expense of a hotel," I said, and we could catch up again and talk about our not existent partners.

He smiled, "oh Auntie, I do have partners, I just don't tend to keep them. You really should get out there, have some fun, some romance, a little bit of action."

"Action Aaron? I really have moved on from those needs, if you mean what I think you to mean. When it happens, it is nice, but it doesn't need to happen."

"Oh Auntie, listen to yourself. Of course it needs to happen, a little personal time with a man, or of course a woman if you relish a change, a variation, a little nakedness, a little hanky panky is good for your soul."

I had never been with a woman and wasn't really sure how it would work, I just imagine that the two women touch each other the way I touch myself. My fanny fizzled at the thought.

"Aaron, hanky panky, as you call it, is not a requirement for a satisfied life."

"Oh Auntie, just imagine a man lying next to you, his hands moving up your legs, touching you, stroking you, caressing you, what's not to like."

"I didn't say I didn't like it Aaron, I said I didn't need it." I was fooling myself, I obviously needed it, otherwise why was I having all these strange thoughts? His eyes were still focussed more on my knees, although there were moments when they seemed to be studying my bust. I parted my knees a little more.

We chatted more about his work, how he would find an old local landmark building and turn it into a modern pub, and how, depending on the neighbourhood, the type of pub. Some areas benefited from the family friendly type, others from the cheaper end of the market, and how a smaller number warranted the up market steak house type.

"Probably family friendly here," I said, "This has a lot of holiday traffic, and so a lot of visitors with children."

"There is already a lot of family friendly establishments, but I haven't seen a decent upper end of the market establishment, and when people are on holiday, they might just want to splash out on a nice meal."

He had a point, there wasn't really anywhere that I would want to go to for a meal, everywhere was always full of screaming kids and stressed parents. I usually opted for a takeaway when I wanted a treat, and the local takeaways hadn't signed up for those delivery companies like Uber Eats or Deliveroo. If the takeaway didn't deliver themselves, then you had to go and pick it up.

"And, Auntie, you want to go to somewhere nice for a meal, no stress, just to put you in the mood."

There he went again, he really was pushing. Was it flirting? I didn't know, I was out of practice, and I still couldn't understand why, if he was flirting, why he would be interested in me.

The afternoon moved on and soon it was time to get ready to go out.

"I am going up to get ready," I said. "I have my ensuite, so you have full use of the family bathroom whilst you are here. There are fresh towels and clean flannel, soaps and the like, should be everything that you need."

"Thank you Auntie," he said.

In my bedroom I stripped and headed into my ensuite. The shower was hot, as I like it, and I tingled as I washed myself, goodness me, I was aroused, what is up with me? I stood in my bedroom and patted myself dry before applying a little roll on under my arms and a spray of Issey Miyake Floral EDP on my neck and décolletage. Standing in front of my wardrobe I looked at my options. The blue dress I decided. So then to my underwear drawer for suitable accompaniments. I chose a blue underwired bra, suspender belt and thong from Agent Provocateur. As I was about to step into my thong I stopped. No, I decided, no, I don't very often go out to dinner with a handsome young man. I put the bra and suspender belt back and instead I got out the matching Basque. I wasn't sure if it would still fit, I hadn't worn it for ages.

It was a tight it, but I managed to put it on, and I looked at myself in the mirror, turning this way and then that. Crumbs it made my figure look rather good, even if I thought so myself. Then I put my thong on. I sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up my stockings, fixing them to the clips on my Basque, I stood up and looked again the in the mirror. I could have passed for twenty years younger, who was I kidding? I did look good, there was no argument, and that made me feel good too. I stepped into my dress, did the top clasp up ad then the usual gymnastics of doing up the zipper. After some gyrations and hands behind my back I managed and I was ready.

I stepped out of my room carrying my heels and went downstairs. Aaron had left the bedroom door open to the guest room and I managed to resist looking in, after all, I was not a teenager, I didn't need to peep. I sat in the lounge and waited for Aaron to come down.

"Well look at you Joan," Aaron said walking into the lounge, "you look beautiful."

"Thank you Aaron and you are quite dashing yourself," I answered, pleased that he had noticed.

We walked arm in arm down the road to the Chinese restaurant and took a seat next to the window. I loved window seats; I could watch the world pass by and imagine what jobs the passers by had. She was an Estate Agent, he was a nurse, she was a carer, he a drug dealer and so on.

We ordered the deluxe meal for two and a bottle of white wine.

"This rather pleasant," Aaron said, I get so fed up of eating in my restaurants and eating by myself."

"I would imagine. Me, I like to grab a window seat and watch the world go by."

"Do you now, and what do you see when you watch?"

"Just people, I like to imagine what jobs they have, whether they are married, or single or in a relationship, just that kind of thing."

"I see, and do your musings ever go further?"