We slept together that night, holding each other close, waking up in tangle of legs and arms. We showered together, washing each other down, spending some time to kiss but nothing more.
Lexy made a light pasta lunch which we ate in silence. I then set off to fix my aunts damp patch, my heart dreaded which one it would be, or was my cynical mind taking over. When I pulled up outside her house my truck pumped out a thick oily cloud to stain the driveway.
“Thanks.” I said to my truck, as I put a happy smile on my face.
“Hi Tommy, thanks for coming.” Karen said taking me directly to the garage. “I noticed it two days ago.”
I patted the wall, it was soaking. There were no pipes around, so the damage was from outside. The garage had a flat roof; there was a small tear in the felt. It took ten minutes to fix.
“When the plaster dries it will flake off. Shout me when that happens, I’ll come and fix it.”
“Thanks Tommy, do you want a coffee?”
Inside the house her mood changed, became more flirty, how I’d grown, how handsome I looked.
“I was about to go in the gym when you arrived.” She said, smiling at me. “Need to work to keep my figure.” She turned around so I could see what she was talking about.
I’d done my best not to notice but now there was no choice. She wore a low-cut, loose-fitting blouse, with a bra, a size too small, that pushed them together. Her pink shorts showed off her tight arse but also the cellulite around her thighs.
“I’m not bad for a woman my age, don’t you think.” She said, lifting her blouse up so I could see her belly.
It had a nice tan but also signs she’d had three children. “Do you think I’m looking old now?” She asked pulling her hair back so I could see her face and notice her tits, nipples were hard.
“You’re still a good-looking woman Aunt Karen. I said, emphasizing the aunt part.
“You are grown up now, call me Karen.” She moved closer to me.
Sitting on a bar stool against the huge island in her kitchen, I was trapped. Her arms went around me.
“I’m so sorry for how I acted yesterday. I shouldn’t have shouted. I know how passions can run away with emotions.”
Her lips were close to mine; it was obvious which damp patch was next on the list. Knowing there was no choice I thought I should get on with it. My hands went to her sides, where her blouse still showed her skin. She breathed in quickly, eyes opened wider, her lips crushed onto mine, in an over desperate passion. I tasted the mint of her toothpaste when her tongue invaded my mouth.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” She whispered.
“Yeah.” I answered and followed her to the guest bedroom. I saw tissues on the bedside cabinet.
I undressed quickly, hiding my nakedness under the quilt. She joined me, purring with expectation.
“You’re so muscular.” She said softly as I kissed her neck, breathing in the sickly scent of a middle-aged woman.
My hands ran over her skin, followed by my light kisses. I wanted to see every inch of my father’s sister. My tongue touched the black ball of her navel ring; she giggled a little when I left little kisses all down her side before moving to her hips as my hands cupped her buttocks.