Bobby Lee stood up from hoeing the garden to stretch his back and wipe his forehead. It was too hot a day for this type of hand labor, he thought.
Aunt Netti was watering the flowers next to the weathered wooden platform that served as a deck and entry way to the double-wide. She wore faded denim cut-off overalls over a white t-shirt. Some classic Alabama country music blared through an open window.
Not for the first time, Bobby Lee thought that his Aunt had great melons. Even in the loose gardening clothes, she looked shapely. He shook his head to dislodge the sinful reverie.
He didn't mind helping out with the chores at his Aunt's, but weeding was one of his least favorite activities. Thankfully, he was close to finished. The plot of land was back in the woods off the dirt road. The trailer was nestled at the edge of the field, tight against the trees which gave some shade and cool in the back. There were attempts at maintenance and keeping it attractive, but it was showing signs of wear.
Aunt Netti was his father's youngest and favorite sister. The family had lived in this corner of the county for generations. While a few had moved away, most settled nearby when they finished high school. Those that actually finished high school.
Like a number of the male members of the clan, Bobby Lee's father left to join the military. Most returned after a few years. However, his father had made it a career. Therefore, while they had a home nearby where Bobby Lee lived, his father was often away.
Now that Bobby Lee had finished high school, he was thinking about joining up himself. But his Daddy had insisted he take some time to think about it. So he was enrolled in a metal working course at the local Technical College and worked part time at the garage.
When Daddy left for his latest tour overseas, he'd directed Bobby Lee to take his place helping out and looking after Aunt Netti.
Netti was like most of the woman in the family: friendly, bleached blonde, funny, flirty and attractive. She had an easy laugh and a playful personality. Growing up, she'd been his favorite relative. She was always willing to let the cousins get away with hell, and often as not, was the agitator.
She'd been a cheerleader in high school. In the years since, she had put on a few pounds. They'd only added to her voluptuous appearance.
By all accounts, Netti had been wild as a teenager and had only mellowed a little since. She'd been married once, but the romance hadn't lasted. Her beau had departed for parts unknown after the divorce. It hadn't made Netti bitter. In fact, she had gotten a pick-up truck and part ownership of one of the better local BBQs as part of the settlement. Therefore, she counted the experience as a net plus. While she hadn't remarried, there was never a shortage of willing companions. On more than one occasion, she'd declared that a ring would just limit her options.
Netti left the hose running and set it down to irrigate the far end of the vegetable garden. Turning toward Bobby Lee, she shouted, "If you're almost done, Junior, I'll mix up some sweet iced tea."
"That'd be nice, Aunt Netti."
While she entered the trailer, Bobby finished up the last of the gardening. He gathered up the tools and stored them in the rusty aluminum shed leaning against the doublewide. Then, he ambled over and sat on the bench in the shade of the tall live oak.
The music stopped for a minute before a Garth Brooks CD started drifting from the kitchen window. Netti emerged with a tray covered with towel and carrying a pitcher and a plate of biscuits. Setting them down, she poured Bobby Lee a tall glass and he grabbed two of the warm buns. He quickly drained two-thirds of the drink. Netti refilled it before pouring her own and settling into the wide padded Wal-Mart chaise lounge.
She had changed from her gardening clothes and now sported something more typical: lime green terry cloth short-shorts with pink trim. "Hot Chick" was embroidered across her behind in pink script. The mini-shorts made her legs seem long and accented the curve of her buttocks. A tight yellow Margaritaville tank top highlighted her other assets.
"Sorry to have you working like a slave in this heat, Bobby Lee," Netti apologized. "But that garden really needed it. And, I'm truly grateful," she said blowing him a kiss.
They munched in silence for a few minutes listening to the down home sound and enjoying the slight breeze that began to stir the afternoon air.
Netti's legs splayed languidly across the chair.
Glancing sideways at his Aunt, Bobby understood why she attracted men like honey attracted flies. She was easy on the eyes and her body language was a well practiced, and by now almost unconscious, 'come hither' beacon. He felt a yearning begin to rise and thought, 'I got to git to the roadhouse tonite and stir me up some action'.
Netti noticed his long appraisal. Knowing men, she knew his eyes and his mind were focused between her thighs. Netti teased, "Are you looking up my pants, Junior?"
Startled by his Aunt's question, Bobby Lee looked into the woods. "Of course not, Aunt Netti. I'd never do that." A lie.
"Goooood." She drawled, her voice a practiced mixture of innocence and sex. "Cuz that would be wrong."
He looked at her face to see if he was being reprimanded or enticed. When she stroked her hand from her knee to her inner thigh, he thought he caught a hint of a come on.
Enjoying the play, she pressed the game further. "Ain't I pretty enough to attract a young man's eyes?"
"You certainly are Aunt Netti. Like Daddy always says: You're the prettiest flower in the county."
"Damn right." she smiled and flicked her hair behind her shoulder. "You should listen to your Daddy. He knows what he's talking about when it comes to women." Even though he was her nephew, Netti couldn't control her natural affinity to flirt. Sipping her tea, she shifted her body and carefully positioned her legs wider to make her pink panties clearly visible.
Bobby Lee caught a nice long glimpse of the lace then struggled to avert his eyes, "I know ma'am. Daddy taught me well." Damn, he thought, I'm going to need the roadhouse sooner than I thought to get me some relief.
"Then you agree I'm pretty, Junior?" she persisted.
"I'd never disagree with Daddy. But, I respect you too much to ever look at you in that light, Aunt Netti."
"Respect!" Netti snorted. "I hear a lot of BS from men, but I rarely hear that." She raised a hand to her breasts and pulled on the front of her shirt to fan it in and out. Then she blew gently across the top of her glistening breasts. "My, it is hot one."
The blatant posing was too much for Bobby Lee. He stood up and stretched to cover the need to adjust the pressure in his groin. "You are purely right, Aunt Netti. This tea is cooling my insides, but I'm still sweatin' like a racing hog." Bobby drawled. He slowly peeled off his damp work shirt and waved it to cool his sweat. Turning his back to his Aunt, the move allowed him to reach down and reposition his swollen dick.
