Reluctantly, But Yes

You were ready just sit outside in your overalls all day rather than strip naked in front of Aunt Rita. Sure, she was a friend of the family, but you'd only briefly interacted with her in your childhood. To strip naked in front of her made you want to die of embarrassment.

Then again, there was something within that said it was an opportunity, rather than an unfortunate situation. A free pass to strip naked and let it all hang out? You didn't see Rita as attractive to you (she was married, and almost family after all), so you were more attracted to the prospect of being naked on the farm than you were to being naked in front of Rita. Plus, the temperature outside was doing nothing but getting increasingly scorching hot with each and every minute, so you'd have to go inside, and take a shower eventually.

"Alright, but turn around. No looking." You explained, blushing.

Aunt Rita smiled, and rolled her eyes. "Oh alright then. You don't want me starin' at you while you take yer clothes off. I'll turn my head." Aunt Rita answered. She turned around, giving you about as much privacy as she intended to give.

You sighed, and slowly began to take off your boots. You tossed them towards the back door, and began to lower your overalls. You looked up briefly, and could tell Aunt Rita was growing impatient by the second. "Now you hurry up. I gotta wash them clothes so I can hang em' out to dry." She adjusted her blue jeans for a moment, and pushed her brown hair back over the green T-Shirt she was wearing.

You decided it would be best to turn around before disrobing, and with a deep breath, pushed the overalls down to your knees. You looked down at your exposed, toned chest, and your dick. It felt oddly freeing yet embarrassing to have your average-sized member exposed to open air, so you quickly stepped out of the overalls, and placed your left hand over your dick. It was just barely sizable enough to cover the contents, but you couldn't cup your hand over the area without compromising the obscured view, and instead had to opt for laying it flat against your penis in a vain attempt to cover yourself.

Just as you reached with your other hand to pick up the clothes, and turn around, you heard footsteps come up from the side, and snatch the overalls just as your turned around in hasty, red-faced surprise.

Aunt Rita smiled an almost evil grin, as if she'd been possessed. "My my. Look what them overalls were hiding. You ain't got nothin' to hide darlin'."

You gulped, and a small bit of forgotten history began to surface, as you eyed Aunt Rita's devious grin. In almost every regard, Aunt Rita was always angelically helping others and offering kindness. But according to your mom, Aunt Rita had a history of letting her inner prankster out, and not quite knowing when to stop. It was the largest initiator of the many disagreements and fights the two had over the years, coming to a head once when she put glue in your mom's hair shampoo. You'd thought these were all just made up stories. Surely the pure, fun-loving country gal Aunt Rita couldn't have an evil streak when it came to pranks did she?

The look on Aunt Rita's face told you that not only did she carry some degree of ill intent, but that she was relishing in the fact that in her hands was your only piece of clothing other than the bag you had in the guest bedroom. You gulped. "Hey, I said no looking!"

Aunt Rita laughed dismissively in response. "Well, I may have lied. It's right damn funny watchin' you try to cover up. All you got to cover all that shiny nekkid skin is just them two hands." Aunt Rita explained, putting her other hand to her mouth to try and poorly cover her increasing smile. "Why don'chu drop them hands? I seen almost all of it already."

You stared back in shock for a moment, before quickly shooting your other hand down to cover yourself completely. "Aunt Rita this is..." You began to say, looking around and shifting awkwardly. The house was in front of you, but to your left, right, and behind were miles of cow-fields, and off in the distance you could see a singular house. "...This is humiliating! Can you go get started on your washing and stop staring?" You sarcastically questioned.

"Oh yeah. Sure I'll get to that. I'm just wonderin' how long you plan on standin' out in the wind nekkid as a jaybird."

It suddenly occurred to you that this entire time you could have just sprinted inside after she snatched your overalls. After all, that had been the implied intention behind taking them off anyhow. With a beet red face, you grumbled under your breath. "Whatever. I'm going to take a shower." You said, storming off towards the screen back door. Aunt Rita stifled a laugh as you passed by her, and continued to watch you as you stormed off. "Best get them buns in anyhow before you burn em' in this sun." You rolled your eyes, and sped up your pace. You hoped that would be the end of Aunt Rita's mischief.