“How was that, aunt Alexis?”
Lost in thought, she hadn’t even been pretending to keep time. But she can bullshit with the best of them. She glances back and forth from her phone’s lock screen, pretending to tap a button, “Fast, Cliffy. Very fast. I’m impressed.”
“Now, I think I promised a prize,” she continues, “didn’t I?” Rapt, Clif just nods along, watching that sandal bounce on her foot.
“Hmmmm… I think I know a good prize.” She says. Legs still crossed, Lexi shifts her weight down the chair, sliding further towards the pool. Letting her skirt hike up, just an inch. She pulls herself upright. Clacking her wedge sandals down to either side of the pool chair as she uncrosses her legs.
Clif freezes. Not even breathing, as Lexi grins down at him. Giving him a perfect view straight up her tight skirt, past her thick thighs to the narrow strip of her neon blue thong. He can feel her watching him, but he can’t tear his gaze away. She’s shaved perfectly smooth. The tissue-thin scrap of blue cloth barely concealing her puffy mound. Revealing a hint of her lips to each side. Just the edges of her perfect ass cheeks barely visible underneath, bisected by the tiny blue string.
“Your prize…” she leans forward and down, spreading her legs even further, stretching the tiny patch of her thong even tighter across her barely-hidden pussy, “is that you don’t have to call me aunt Alexis.”
Gently, she brushes a hand over his cheek, “Call me by my nickname.”
Her gentle hand becomes firm, catching his jaw. Raising his eyes to hers, “Call me Sexy Lexi.”
**************
“Clifton! Mom wants you in the kitchen!”
They both jump together as his sister shouts from the gate to the pool. She isn’t even paying attention, but shatters the moment anyway. Clif snaps his gaze away, and by the time he’s composed himself, Lexi is lounging back in her chair again, legs crossed. Barely sparing a glance for him. As if nothing happened.
“Better go do what mommy says, Cliffy.” She teases.
He half-turns away, before getting bold, “OK… Sexy Lexi.” He smiles a big goofy grin, like a dog with a treat.
She watches him wade away, stopping to adjust himself before getting out of the pool. Adjusted or not, she can see the snake down his board shorts. Clearly he knows it too, because he wraps a towel around his waist before heading inside.
And she’s left to her thoughts.
He’s just a boy, she thinks, and then, he can learn.
He’s my nephew, she tells herself, and then, your sister’s prize.
It’s not right, she worries, and then, the fun things never are.
In the end, she listens to the voice that never steers her wrong.
**************
“You know your aunt is trouble, Clifton.” Grace lectures, as Clif ties up the trash.
Count on her to bring me in just for this, he thinks, not that he’d ever say that out loud. Instead, he just mutters, “I know, mom. You told me.”
“I know you know. Now you listen to me. Don’t you be wasting your time around her. She’s a bad influence!” Grace follows him to the door as he takes the trash out, still haranguing, “Go spend time with your great aunt Gertrude. Now there’s a godly woman.”
Clif rolls his eyes as the door shuts behind him. Great aunt Gertrude is the least fun person here, and the competition isn’t close.
He tosses the trash, and glances back at the windows. Good. For once, his mom wasn’t checking up on him. So he just keeps walking, around the side of the house to the alley by the garage. If she wasn’t going to let him hang out with the one cool person there, there was no way he was going back in. Instead, he slides his phone out of his pocket, sitting on the edge of the low cinderblock wall. Better to be bored scrolling Insta than deal with great aunt Gertrude.
“Tough break, huh?” Clif almost jumps out of his skin. Looking up to see cool aunt Lexi, leaning against the side door to the garage.
“It’s okay… I heard your mom.” She says, walking over to sit next to him. Right next to him. So close their hips are touching, and just her heat, the feeling of her next to him, is electric.
“And that bit about me being a bad influence? Totally true.” His phone is completely forgotten, sitting on the wall next to him.
“In fact,” Lexi grins, lifting her hand to reveal a heavy glass bottle, half full of amber liquid, “she’s probably underselling it.”
“See, here’s a neat trick I learned when I was your age.” She holds the whisky bottle to the front of her skirt. Sliding it between her thighs. Clif’s breath catches as she shimmies, her hips make the most distracting little twist, and the plastic cap drops to the ground.
“Cheers!” She swirls the bottle between them and leans back, making eye contact as she takes a slug, before offering him the bottle.
“I’m…” he trails off. He was about to say I’m too young, and I don’t drink, but right now, that’s the last thing he wants to say to Sexy Lexi.
“I’m not gonna tell your mom, Cliffy,” she teases as he flushes and stutters, “you’re old enough to do anything you want.”
Reaching out, she takes hold of his hand, and wraps it around the bottle. Her touch sends a shiver through him, and he can feel his face flush. Slowly, she lifts his hand, and the bottle, to his lips, watching with an intent little smirk as he takes his first sip. His mouth fills with fire, and he almost chokes as it goes down rough, spluttering his next breath.
“Good boy, ” she croons, “the first time is the hardest… and the most fun. Now drink up for auntie.” She grins, still teasing. But as clueless as Clif is, even he can feel something in her tone shift. Something smooth but firm behind that instruction. His erection, already like iron, pulses in his shorts, but he doesn’t know why. He shifts, trying to ignore it, and hoping she doesn’t notice either.
They trade drinks in silence for a while, leaning shoulder to shoulder, passing the bottle back and forth. Listening to the shouting from the backyard.
“Aunt Lexi…”
“Hmm?”
“… thank you. For being cool. For not treating me like a little kid.”
“Oh… it’s ok. You’re getting older, Cliffy. You want to do adult things…” she says, and then winks.
“I grew up a bit like you, and I got in so much trouble at your age…” Lexi holds up a hand, counting on her fingers, “… first drink, first kiss, first… well, first of a lot of things.”
Clif blushes, putting it together, then raises the bottle, “Well, I’ve got my first drink at least.”
And then turns from pink to scarlet, realizing what he just admitted. Taking another sip to avoid making eye contact. Suddenly aware of the warm fuzziness coming over everything.
Clif hands the bottle back, “I should probably go in. My mom will be looking for me…”
“Oh…”, Lexi pretends a little frown, “I was hoping that maybe you could help me first?”
“Sure! What do you need?” Clif’s puppy dog enthusiasm is back in a second. Any excuse to avoid going to face great aunt Gertrude. Any excuse to spend more time with cool aunt Lexi.
Almost too easy, Lexi thinks to herself. “I’m having a problem with the bed upstairs, and you look strong enough… Follow me. And be quiet. We don’t need mom dropping in, do we?” She makes a soft little smirk on the last note, tossing the bottle aside with a clink and catching his hand. Smiling to herself as he not-so-subtly fixes his shorts when they stand up.
They creep in the garage door, hustling through the house. Her high wedge sandals clacking on the steps as she leads him to her room. She doesn’t strictly have to hold his hand going up the stairs, but it’s the easiest way for her to make sure his eyes stay glued to her thong, just barely visible under the hem of her skirt.
It’s all Clif can do to stay on his feet, watching Lexi lead the way. The pumping of her calves. Those thick thighs. The flashes of bright blue fabric up her skirt, and the barest tease of her ass, the bottom of her cheeks just barely hidden by the swaying hem. And then she stops.
No one is upstairs, but Clif doesn’t know that. And Lexi is too happy to push a little, pausing at the top of the stairs to mime looking in the hall. Bending at the waist.
Clif audibly gasps as Lexi leans forward into the hall, her skirt riding up to reveal the bottom half of her full, round ass. Each perfect cheek smooth and smackable, the narrow string of her thong barely splitting it, almost lost in the crack, widening to a swatch of blue fabric beneath to hide her pussy.
Barely able to keep the mischievous smile off her face, Lexi leans further forward. Holding Cliffy’s hand, pulling his whole body with her. Letting her skirt ride all the way up. She hears him take another half-step up the stairs, close enough to feel the heat of him behind her.
Clif, for his part, is about to faint. His face is inches from his hot aunt’s bubble butt, close enough to catch that thin blue string with his teeth, but trying desperately not to touch her. Close enough to clearly see the little damp patch on her thong. He leans forward almost involuntarily, catching the hint of a delicious, musky scent. Definitely not the floral perfume from earlier, but far, far better. A scent that turns his cock to a bar of iron in his shorts.
And then she’s stepping into the hall, tugging him with. He almost falls, pulling free of her hand at the last second to catch himself on the top step. He finds himself face to face with her perfect pedicured toes as she opens the door to her room.
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