What has come before:
This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected.
All characters are over 18.
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Well, there I stood. Aunt Linda had been, I suppose the word is, kind enough to loan me a swimsuit from, what I guess, was a former boyfriend. She had also just sashayed away to her backyard pool in a little bit of nothing she was almost wearing. A bikini I could handle, but a thong bikini... well, that was going to take me a minute to process. I suppose I had to literally adjust to it. That adjustment would be fine in jeans. We have all had to make a little genital recalculation from time to time, haven't we? The trouble was that here I was holding a pair of swim trunks, which I was fairly certain weren't going to provide me the same kind of deniability.
The glass patio doors slide open and I heard Linda sing out, "C'mon slow poke. Last one in is a something or other." The door slide closed behind her, and I looked down at my situation.
Okay, so, I had a stiffness that was just not appropriate for a family reunion. Let's call that a con. I did, however, have a bathing suit. This was mostly a pro. I mean, at least my decidedly wilder than I remembered Aunt wasn't asking me to skinny dip or anything. So, let's call that a pro. Sort of. I could tell from looking however, that even if these shorts fit me, they would cling a bit more than I would like. Aunt Ell wandering around in next to nothing was tough enough, but I would never be able to hide the effect she was having on me if I wore this suit. So, I guess that goes in the con column. But, you know, I could wear a t-shirt over it. Yeah, that's it. A t-shirt will cover a multitude of sins. Great. I can do this.
I closed the bedroom door and skinned out of my clothes. Strangely there was a bit of an electric thrill that shot through me as my bare feet dug into the carpet while I was standing there completely naked. Aunt Linda had been just down this hall. She had stood in this doorway wearing the tiniest of bikinis. In a way we were sharing the space... naked. Now, that's... a mistake. Focus Bob. Focus. You can't wear a bathing suit in front of your aunt, shirt or no, with a raging hardon. She's going to notice. Hell, it's all I could think about. So focus.
I slipped into the trunks, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it wasn't as bad a situation as I had imagined. They did, actually, fit reasonably well. My turgidity issue wasn't much better, but at least I could fit in them. There was no lining, but the waist fit comfortably and the legs weren't too tight. Okay, so one hurdle down.
I found a t-shirt with a sufficiently long reach, adjusted my trunk trouble, and took a few breaths. I thought of puppy dogs and homework. I thought about the anxieties associated with started a new life at school. I took a moment to think about how expensive everything would be. And then, sure enough, with a little lack-of-thought my trunk issue calmed itself down. Sure these were a little tighter across the front than I would like, but I could comfortably tuck to the left and all was fine.