When I got in from school, mum told me that Aunt Lisa had rung. She wanted to know if I could come over at the weekend and help with some stuff in the garden. Mum suggested I gave her a call back to talk about it.
I’d always liked Aunt Lisa, she was mum’s older sister but only by a year. She’d always been fond of me since I was a baby, maybe because I was born in the same week as her own twins. Although I didn’t see that much of her or my cousins now that I was sixteen, she and mum always remained very close and there was still something special about the bond between us.
She had a nice place out on the edge of town – not one of the new-build monstrosities but an old house in a secluded location that they’d renovated when she and her then-husband first moved there before us kids were born. It had always seemed idyllic to me; surrounded by woods and fields, no neighbours, no traffic. Her husband had long since gone and was not spoken about. Aunt Lisa made no secret of her long-term boyfriends but as far as I knew there hadn’t been one for a couple of years now.
I took my school bag up to my room and changed into my jeans leaving the uniform strewn across the chair. It was Friday, so I didn’t have to worry about it being creased in the morning, not that I normally did anyway. I went back down to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. Whilst the kettle was coming to the boil I smiled to myself thinking that I’d usually be spread-eagled naked on my bed by now, eagerly rubbing my stiff cock to whatever magazine I’d managed to find recently.
There was a slight bulge in my jeans as I poured the boiling water and added the milk, but that wasn’t anything new. Taking the mug I went through to the living room and sat down by the phone. I dialled Aunt Lisa’s number.
I heard the phone ringing at the end of the line. When she picked up she must have seen the number and assumed it was mum.
“Oh, Steve – it’s you, Um – thanks for calling…”
“Mum said you wanted some work done or something?” I replied.
“Yes. Well, yes I do but it’s not exactly what I told Ange about…” (Ange is her sister, my mum.)
“Oh?” I said, not sure what she meant.
“Well, let’s just say you won’t be getting all sweaty in the garden but we’ll keep it between us for now, if that’s ok?”
“Yeah – sure,” I said, still totally confused.
“I was wondering if you could come over tomorrow if you’re not busy but come to think of it you could come over now if you haven’t got anything on. I could make you dinner and you can stay over…”
I’d split with my girlfriend three months ago so Friday evenings weren’t exactly full of excitement at the moment.
“Ok, I can be there in half an hour if you want…”
“Oh, you’re an angel, Steve, promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
With that, she hung up. I sat there for a moment and sipped my tea, none the wiser as to what she wanted and not really caring – it would make a welcome change and besides it was always good to spend time with her.
I went into the living room and told mum about the change of plan. She just smiled at me.
“That’s nice of you Steve, I’m sure Lisa will appreciate it.”
Five minutes later, I was cycling up the road towards the village. It wasn’t a village anymore and hadn’t been since my grandparents' time but that’s what everyone still called it. After pushing the bike up the short hill, I was free-wheeling down the narrow lane and turned into the secluded drive that led to Aunt Lisa’s house.
It was set back amongst chestnut and oak trees and completely hidden from the quiet road. I loved it here and suddenly realised how much I’d missed it. I’d always had a completely free rein to explore the woods, climb the trees and get as messy as I liked.
Leaving the bike lent against the garage I went to the front door. It was open as usual so I walked straight into the kitchen. There was no sign of Aunt Lisa or anybody else so I went through to the living room. It too was empty. After an unanswered shout up the stairs, I went back outside and walked around to the large garden at the back. What I saw didn’t exactly shock me, but did take me by surprise.
Aunt Lisa was lying back on a lounger. She was completely naked. This wasn’t unusual, nudity was never really an issue in our family as Mum and Lisa had both been brought up to accept it as a natural part of life, but I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever been alone with her like this. She looked up with a smile.
“Oh, Steve – that was quick. I’m so glad you could come over.” She sat up resting on her elbows. The afternoon sun was still high above the tree line and bathed the garden in golden light. I stared at her, unable to take my eyes off her breasts. They weren’t particularly large but had a perfect teardrop shape topped by small dark circles surrounding her nipples.
There weren’t any tan lines on her body. She remained silent for a while making no attempt to divert my gaze. Finally, she spoke softly.
“Come and sit down. Can I get you a cup of tea or something? I’ve just opened some wine if you want a glass…”
I sat down on a wooden garden chair and she handed me a glass of cold white wine without waiting for my reply. My cock was already straining against my jeans.
“You can take those off if you want – you always used to run around here naked like the rest of us. It’s much more comfortable.”
I hesitated, my head reeling. There was nothing I wanted more than to strip naked in front of her now, but I hadn’t contemplated this happening and knew that if I did my erection would soon be at full mast.
I took a gulp of wine and just smiled back at her.
“It’s quite alright Steve, I know what boys and men look like when they are around a naked woman.”
She stood and stepped forward, then squatted in front of me and patted my knee.”
“It must be very hot in these…” she said, running her hand down my denim-covered calf.
I watched as she united my trainers and slipped them off; then she reached up looking at me with her lovely smile as she undid the button on my jeans and tugged down the zip. When she hooked her fingers into the waistband I instinctively lifted my hips letting her pull them down to my ankles along with my boxers. My almost fully hard erection sprang out but she didn’t stop until she’d peeled the jeans and shorts over my ankles and removed my socks; then she looked up.
She stayed kneeling there for a moment, smiling up at me as she watched my erection twitching. Leaning forward she kissed the tip of it very lightly making me gasp. Then stood and sat next to me on the garden seat. She handed me my glass of wine and took a sip from her own before turning to me.
“You’ve certainly grown since I last saw you without your clothes Steve, and I must say you’re a fine young man.” She placed her hand on my now throbbing erection and stroked it very gently a couple of times.
“Don’t worry, Toby and Beth won’t be back till late…”
Releasing my engorged penis she took her glass and sipped.
“There are a few things I’d like to ask you about if you don’t mind – private things… I need some advice about Toby.”
I nodded. “OK.”
Taking a rather too large gulp of wine I spluttered and ended up spitting half of it out down my t-shirt. She put her hand on my shoulder reassuringly and took my glass, waiting until I’d got my breath back.
“Let’s get this wet shirt off, shall we? There’s no need for it here. The garden’s not the reason I asked you to come over, Steve. I need some help with something else.”
I looked at her, still with no idea what she wanted and waited for her to continue.
“You and Toby are the same age, you’re both boys…”
She paused and sipped her wine.
“Do you mind if I speak to you about private things?”
“I don’t mind,” I replied softly.
“Well, your mum and I aren’t exactly shy, as you know, but we’ve never tried to interfere with what you children like when it comes to intimate things…”
I looked at her still baffled.
“I’d like to ask you some things, things I hope will help me understand Toby at the moment and what he wants.”
I nodded, “OK,” again.
“Ok, well – do you ever think about your mum when you're aroused? Don’t be embarrassed please, if you can be honest with me, it will really help.”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah, sometimes….”
“Have you ever looked at her underwear or tried it on?”
I remained silent for a moment before nodding again.
Lisa put her hand on my arm gently. “Thanks for being honest, Steve. Toby likes it too and I don’t want to spoil it for him. I know he borrows my stockings and underwear and I haven’t tried to stop him but I don’t want him to feel like it’s something he needs to hide. As it’s just the three of us here, we all go naked around the house and I’ve told both the twins that they don’t have to go to their rooms if they want to masturbate.”
I sat listening to her in silence, thoughts of my cousins naked on the sofa running through my mind. Did Beth play with herself? Did she let her brother watch? Had she seen Toby playing with himself? I wished that I lived there with the three of them and was part of this.
I realised that I was staring at my aunt’s lovely breasts again, my hard cock was throbbing as her voice gently brought me out of my imagined dream.
“Will you do something for me, Steve? I want to help Toby with whatever it is that he wants…”
I looked up at her, no longer embarrassed about my erection. I was still nervous, not knowing what to expect but I knew a line was being crossed, that she was inviting me to share something intimate, something normally taboo.
“I’ll do anything I can for you, Lisa, if it’s what you want me to do…”
She stood and held out her hand. “Come with me.”
I followed her into the house and up the stairs. We passed Toby and Beth’s rooms and went into her bedroom. I could remember being in here once or twice before when I was much younger but couldn’t recall why. There is a large window overlooking the back garden and out across the meadows.
