John’s on the farm with his Aunt and Cousin – Part 1

A few days after making his decision, John worked like a machine, repairing fences, and didn’t’ stop until the sun went down. By the time he got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash its fury, and he was completely soaked. His Aunt had dinner waiting, and he wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal.

After dinner, they went out on the porch to watch the rain coming down. It was really pouring, and John couldn’t help but smile as his Aunt cuddled next to him. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and John couldn’t help but feel more manly as she took comfort at his side. After a while, it became too windy, and they decided to head inside.

They were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said, “Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I’m kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to thunder.”

“No, I don’t mind, Aunt Rose,” John replied, maybe a little too quickly.

“It’s just, I never really liked lightning and thunder….” she trailed off. “Your uncle…your uncle used to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you feel safe…,” he said.

John had planned to not act on his natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. He had already fought the battle in his head, and he had won. He would only comfort her and nothing more. John held her all through the night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night.

Although he had decided not to cross the moral line, his body didn’t know any better. His cock throbbed against his Aunt’s back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, his cock rested against her sleeping body. John struggled to sleep as he considered that his Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago, yet John was in his place. He awoke a few times to hear his Aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap his arms tighter around her to assure her that he was there to protect her.

John had a lot of work the following day due to the storm. For eight hours, he worked diligently, replacing shingles and repairing things around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of the day, his body ached. Small blisters had appeared on his hand from where he had gripped the hammer.

Aunt Rose had always been attentive to his needs, but he immediately noticed a change in her demeanor when he went into the house. Before, she had treated him as her young, clueless nephew, she now spoke to him no differently than a wife would talk to a husband.

“What would like to eat, dear?” She asked while she folded his coat.

“I’m starving. I’ll eat anything,” he told her.

“Alright then, spaghetti it is…” she said. “Maybe later, I can give you a massage Honey, it looks like you can use it,” she added.

Indeed he really could use one. His arms and back were burning, and he knew he would enjoy having Aunt Rose feeling him up after a long day’s work.

“Yeah that sounds nice,” he replied.

“You better get washed up then,” she suggested.

He headed into the shower and stripped off his clothes. He slid back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water started to steam up around him. He had minor cuts on his hands, and they stung as he washed them using the soap. Nevertheless, John persevered and cleaned as best he could. He was fully lathered in soap when he heard a knock at the door.

“Yes?” he called out.

“Honey, I have a wash going, do you have your clothes in here? I didn’t see them in your room.” She said.

“Yeah, they’re in here,” John replied as he tried to wash some of the soap off his face.

Slowly the door creaked open, and he saw his Aunt gingerly step in. John had left his clothes right outside the shower door, so she had no choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before, he found himself lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night had given him a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that he had worked his ass off gave him a sense of empowerment that he really liked.

John watched his Aunt’s eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn’t enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, his cock pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she had all his clothes in her hands, his cock was at full mast, water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto his engorged member. As soon as he saw her fixated, he stabbed his cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and his Aunt fell backward while clutching his clothes tightly against her bosom.

“John honestly!” She stammered.

He laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom. John gave his cock a few short strokes but decided not to release his load, considering he would be getting a massage from his Aunt shortly. Although John had committed himself not to cross the line, he found himself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, John wanted to seduce his full-figured Aunt. He had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded him of the hips in a Venus painting he had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) He loved how smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing his hard cock against it made him want her even more. He finished his shower with his hard-on intact.

He put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat supper.

Rose looked at him and said, “I’ve noticed that you’ve gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear.”

“Like what?” John asked.

“In just your underwear, dear,” she replied.

John looked at her and said, “It’s more comfortable after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?”

“Umm, no dear, it’s not necessary. I’m just not used to it.”

Rose plated their meals and brought them to the table. They ate and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. Rose cleared the table when they finished eating, and John helped her wash the dishes.

“Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear.