"Tommy?"
Her voice was familiar. "Up here," I called.
I heard the stairs in Mom's house creaking as she came closer. I was stuck in bed with a broken leg and cast up to my hip, propped up reading Penthouse Forum Letters, feeling frisky but bored to death. Maybe it was a girl visiting? I could only hope.
"Which room are you, Dear? I haven't been upstairs in the new house."
Now I knew the voice. I quickly covered myself as Aunt Teri came through the door.
"There you are! I brought you a Milk shake and burgers. I hope you're hungry."
I was! She pulled up a chair and we sat chatting. My mom's older sister, Teri was 48 to my 19. She was always nice, but stern, never married. Attractive enough, with big boobs which I always tried to scope out. And now she wore a loose tank top and a very thin bra.
"Your mom said you could use company, I hope you don't mind," she said between bites.
"Not at all! I was going stir-crazy!"
"Good, then. I brought you some magazines. Day-time TV is pretty boring for a young man like you."
I was expecting SI or Car & Driver but when I reached in the bag, I came out with one entitled, "40+ Women", and another "Big-breasted MILF's." I was shocked and suddenly aroused. Why would she bring me these? Has she seen me peeking?