Back to the present day

As you exit the highway and begin driving through the suburban neighborhood your aunt lives in, your mind comes back to the present day. You hadn't thought about those two weeks in quite some time, but in hindsight, that was really when you had started fantasizing about your aunt and never really stopped. Sure, that fall you had gone off to college and found the girls much more willing to try out different things than the high school girls and your sexual appetite was largely satisfied. Even after graduation, you continued to have a pretty steady supply of pussy whenever you wanted and several girls you could call on if you were ever going through a bit of a dry spell, but you could never fully stop thinking about your aunt in inappropriate ways. Especially these past few years that you've been helping out; you've continued checking her out, thinking to yourself how great her tits still look, how tight her ass still is, and you'd often spank one out right there in one of her bathrooms, thinking the same, depraved thoughts about her as you did back then, and those thoughts were still at the forefront of your brain as you pulled into her driveway.

When you had responded to Aunt Becky's text earlier, she had responded with her own, telling you that she was going to be doing a little work in the yard and for you to just walk around back whenever you got there. You start along the paver stone walkway that leads around the side of the house to the backyard and see her as you turn the corner, bent down and working in some flower beds along the house.

She stands up when you call out to her, waving with a large smile full of pearly, white teeth on her face when she sees it's you. Even though she's been working outside, she still looks put together with her long, brown hair falling in layers to just below her shoulders and neatly shaped eyebrows that arc over her brown, almond shaped eyes. But that's not what's really got your attention. You can't help but find your eyes drawn to her voluptuous DD-tits that are held in place by a sporty, form-fitting, light pink tank top, that's unable to fully hide her nipples poking through the fabric. She's wearing a tiny pair of lime green shorts that show off her toned legs and, even though she's just turned forty a few months ago, you can see that there's not an ounce of cellulite on them. She's kept herself in good shape over the years and has a pretty flat stomach and femininely sculpted arms.

Making your way over to where she's working, she greets you with a big hug, warning you that she might be a little sweaty beforehand. If she is a little sweaty, you don't notice. Standing only 5'3", her soft breasts push against your stomach and the fruity scent of her shampoo fills your nostrils. With the stimulation of her touch and smell, along with your car ride memories still fresh in your mind, you're unable to prevent yourself from wondering what type of panties she has on now and if she's still using those sex toys you had found. That probably isn't the best thing to be thinking about, as you're unable to stop your dick from responding to those thoughts and suddenly have a growing bulge in your pants that you can only hope, your aunt doesn't feel pushing into her.

"Don't you have landscapers that take care of this stuff?" you ask her lightly, pulling away from her embrace to put some space between the two of you.

"Yeah, I do, but I still like to keep busy." she says, smiling at you. "I can't just lounge around all day. I'd go crazy doing nothing."

You swear she broke eye contact for just a split second and looked down at your crotch, but it happened so quickly, you may have just imagined it or are maybe just paranoid. I didn't imagine that, did I? you think to yourself. Did she feel my junk pressing against her? There's really nothing you could do about it even if she did so you decide to move the conversation and get yourself out of this awkward situation. "Speaking of staying busy, where's this faucet you need me to take care of?" you ask her, turning towards the house.

"Right, it's in the downstairs bathroom." she says as she begins leading you in to the house. "I think I bought everything you'll need to fix it." she begins telling you as you follow her in. "I talked to the guys at the hardware store and they said I should be OK with what I bought."

She continued talking, telling you something along the lines of she'd be able to run out and get something else for you if you needed it, but you were honestly only half-listening. You were more focused on staring at her ass in front of you and trying to see if you could notice any sort of panty line. You couldn't, which only made you think about her being in a thong even more and which did nothing to help calm your erection.

Reaching the bathroom, you quickly adjust yourself before Aunt Becky can turn around, then take a look at the job she wants done. All you had to do was swap out the old faucet for a new one and it looked like she did have everything you could possibly need, a brand new tub of plumber's putty, tephlon tape, and even replacement supply lines in case the old ones wouldn't work. The only things you saw missing were a wrench, a bucket, and some rags, but those were all things you knew were in the garage.

"I really appreciate you volunteering to do this stuff for me David, but if it's ever too much of a bother, I want you to tell me. I can just call a plumber. You don't have to drive all the way over here for little things like this all the time." she says to you, interrupting your thoughts.

"Aunt Becky, little things like this is exactly what I don't mind coming over for." you reassure her. "I don't want you paying the cost of labor to come out and do a job like this if it's something that I'm capable of doing. Besides," you say smiling down at her "it gives me an excuse to visit and spend time with my favorite aunt."

"All right smooth talker." she says to you, smiling in return. "I'm also your only aunt, but I'll take the compliment, and the company. Just know that you can come visit me and not have to fix things too."

Excusing yourself for a second, you head out to the garage and grab the things you need, then go back to the bathroom, ready to get to work. You start by opening the box, laying out all the parts, and comparing it to the parts list to make sure everything was included that should be, then notice that Aunt Becky is still standing in the doorway, watching.

"You know, you don't have to just stand around and keep an eye on me if you have something else to do." you tell her, looking over your shoulder. "I know where all the tools are, and if I need you to run back to the hardware store for anything, I'll come get you, but it looks like you've picked up everything I'll need. This should be an easy job and if everything goes as planned, it should only take me about thirty minutes to finish. So, figure you'll see me in an hour then." you say with a chuckle, knowing that rarely do plumbing home repairs go as planned.

"Ok, I get the hint. You don't want me watching over your shoulder. I guess there's a few things I can take care of around the house. Just come find me if you need me." she says before walking away.

You were relieved when she did leave. The way your mind was working today, you would have never finished with her around to distract you. Getting to work was just what you needed to prevent you from having any more dirty thoughts about your aunt.

Shockingly enough, and to your pleasant surprise, the job went incredibly smooth and you were finished in under thirty minutes, probably a record for any of the home repairs you had done. The shut off valves for the water both worked without an issue, nothing was corroded, everything loosened easily, and you even found the space under the sink relatively roomy, making it much easier for you to work under there. Once you had everything tightened up, had turned the water back on, and made sure there were no leaks, you cleaned up your mess and brought it out to the trash. There were a few things that your Aunt Becky bought that you didn't end up needing, so you figured she could return them to the store and get some of her money back. Gathering the supplies up, you bring them with you and go searching for your aunt.

Entering the main portion of the house, you call out to her, but hear no response in return. You don't want to start yelling across the house thinking she may be on a phone call or maybe took a nap, so you place the return items on the kitchen counter then head upstairs to see if you can find her.