When I married my wife nine years ago, I married into an extended family. I had no idea how many people this involved, and over the years I have met more relatives than I ever thought possible. While many of these relatives live far enough away to be rare visitors, my nephew and his family moved within a hundred miles of us a few years ago.
Linda, my nephew's wife, and I hit it off poorly to start. We both are very strong willed, and there was a continual battle over whose child was causing more trouble—her daughter or my stepson. And as parents, it was NEVER our child that was to blame. This made for some tense moments during the family holiday gatherings, but we remained cordial to each other most of the time.
Over the years, both Linda and I mellowed, and got to be friendlier with each other. Her second child was born just before New Year's Day three years ago, and she had a hard time losing the extra weight she had gained during the pregnancy. She never had a model's figure, but was certainly not obese. I guess you would have described her as full figured, but her face and (new) attitude made her very attractive. I have always had a thing for redheads, and Linda's mane was a beautiful strawberry blonde.
Last August we had a family gathering at my brother-in-law's, and Linda and her family were there. Over the course of the week, Linda and I got a lot closer than I ever thought we would. It seems that her husband had been carrying on an affair, and even though it was over, Linda had a hard time trusting her husband. To make things worse, she had no one at home whom she could talk with about her anger and resentment. I found this out during a long talk we had one night after she stormed out of the house, pissed at the way her husband was acting. I went outside for a cigarette, and found her sitting in her car, crying. We talked for several hours—or should I say she talked and I listened. My heart went out to her, and during the course of the talk I held her close as she poured out her story and her tears.
That night was a turning point for us. I had always been attracted to her, but that night I felt the stirrings of something more. I became aroused by her nearness, and found it difficult to maintain the role of detached listener. By the time she had unburdened herself enough to return to the house, I was having a very difficult time not caressing her in a more intimate way than I had been. The kiss she gave me as a thank you was chaste enough, but it lasted a bit longer than seemed appropriate for relatives.
My wife knows that her nephew can be an ass, and she was very glad that I had been able to talk with Linda. I had promised not to tell anyone about the affair, so I made up a story that the way Kevin had been acting had upset Linda so much, and that I was able to offer a sympathetic ear. My wife didn't press me for details, and I wasn't volunteering anything. I still had some visions of Linda and me dancing through my mind, and the taste of her kiss was still on my lips. All my wife knew was that things were better between Linda and me, and seemed to be better between Linda and her husband.
This Christmas Eve was the day chosen for the family get-together at our house. I spent most of the day cooking, while my wife wrapped the presents and cleaned the house. Everyone was supposed to be there for a 6:00 dinner, but Linda and her family arrived around 2:00. There was a lot of hugging and kissing as the family came inside, but because I was in the kitchen, I missed the initial greetings. Linda's kids came into the kitchen to say hello, and as I hugged the youngest, Linda walked up.
From my couched position, I looked up at Linda, and almost didn't recognize her. She had dropped almost fifty pounds since I last saw her and was dressed to show off her new figure. The skintight jeans hugged her hips and ass, and the spandex leotard showed her trim abdomen and beautiful breasts to their full advantage. The thoughts and feelings from our late night talk came rushing back to me, intensified tenfold. Linda was HOT!
Trying not to be too obvious, I kept checking out Linda as she helped with the preparations. She looked so good that I was having a hard time concentrating on my cooking, and she seemed to be more anxious to help in the kitchen than she had ever been before. Not having a large kitchen, we kept brushing against each other as we moved around, and my jeans became a lot tighter in the crotch the longer we worked. Linda seemed to be flirting with me a lot more than usual, but I passed that off as wishful thinking.
My wife realized that there were a few things we needed at the store, and she and her nephew took the kids with them so they could visit Santa one last time. Linda volunteered to stay and help me, so we soon had the house to ourselves. We kept working on the food, and soon had everything ready. During this time, Linda started telling me that the talk we had back in August had helped her a lot, and that she gained a lot of self-confidence that night. She decided to work on making herself as strong as she could be, in case her husband started fooling around again, and that led to her working out and losing weight. I commented on how good she looked, not for the first time that day, and she said that she was glad I thought so.