Neither, let it smolder

Hank felt conflicted. On one hand Megan was a knock out hottie that seemed to be sending him signals, right? On the other hand, this was his deceased wife's cousin, a family member, a married mother of two sweet kids. Was she sending signals his way or was she just being overly friendly and a tad naive?

Either way, Hank was picking up that things weren't going great at home. Mike was an asshole to not see how great Megan and the kids were. Hank certainly didn't want Megan to make any impulse decisions on a rocky marriage.

Hanks own family sucked and he really loved and appreciated Chloe's family. He did NOT want to screw things up. Fooling around with Megan could really make things awkward and mess up a good thing.

Hank looked down at Megan. Her eyes were closed and a strand of her hair lay across her beautiful face. Her head lulled forward and she scooted her legs away from Hank to be able to lay her head on his lap.

Oh shit. While Hank did not have a full on erection, he was definitely a bit chubby. This was not helped by the fact of Megan's face was resting on top of his member.

Hank glanced down and met with Megan's tits. It was now visibly apparent Megan was not wearing a bra. Her torso lay sideways and the opening of her top showed her left breast laying unhindered against her right breast which sagged slightly downward. The moonlight cast pale light on what was clearly the areola and alert nipple of her left breast.

There was no stopping his chubby from turning into an all out erection. Shit, shit, shit, Hank cursed to himself. His now hard cock pushed against Megan's face though his jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't look at her tit, don't look at her tit, he repeated in his mind.

Hank looked at her tit. Megan's face noticeably was nudged by his lurching boner. He was in limbo of being super aroused and out of his mind afraid of being caught with a raging hard-on in her face. The primal urge inside of him briefly fantasized of pulling out his cock and feeding it to the sleeping beauty on his lap. The more logical side of him gently put his arm underneath her right side and supported her head with his other hand and sat her upright. His hand accidentally landed on right breast while steadying her. Shit, her breast felt amazing after so long with no intimate contact.

Megan's eyes opened briefly and she gave Hank a little smile before slumping again and closing her eyes.

"Megan, Megan," Hank said gently.

She was out cold. Hank suppressed the urge to pull out his man meat. What the fuck? His brain was in no condition to be around Megan right now.

"Megan, I'm going to take you to your bedroom," Hank explained uselessly to a sleeping Megan.

Hank lifted her up with little effort and walked her through the cabin and up the creaky stairs. He closed the door behind them to not wake up the kids.

Hank turned down the quilt and covers and laid Megan on the queen size bed. Before he could move away Megan opened her eyes slightly and kissed Hank on the lips deeply.

"Thanks Mike, goodnight," she said in a faint drowsy voice and closed her eyes.

Well, that happened. Hank stood up and looked down at Megan fast asleep. Shit, she was wearing all those layers to be outside. Against his better judgement he decided to at least remove the sundress.

Hank found the hem of the blue sundress and slowly pulled it upward. The bust of the dress tapered just under her breasts. Pulling the dress up pushed her breasts upward until they passed over the highest point and splayed out still covered by the low cut thermal top. He maneuvered her arms out and finally her head. He folded the dress and placed it on the dresser.

Amazed she did not stir through the process, Hank took one last look at her. The thermal top gripped her breasts and left not much to the imagination. Megan was gorgeous and he really never noticed the extent of it until he saw her peacefully sleeping. He covered her with the bedding sheets and quilt and quietly walked out and closed the door behind him.