Winter Night with Aunt

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My Aunt Cindy was cool, and very sexy.

The oldest daughter, she was the best looking of the three sisters, including my mom.

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Tall, dark hair, a great smile, long legs, always tan with a smattering of freckles. She had firm-looking “B” cup tits and a nice ass. Smart too, she was the first in the family to head off to college. She had a lot going for her, but I never really paid much attention.

Things took a turn the summer of ’77, after I turned 18, just before I headed off to the Army.

I planned on spending a month on my Grandparents farm before shipping out, just to get my head straight.

The whole month my Aunt Cindy was always there, doing chores, gathering eggs, feeding the chickens; always with me watching.

It was hard not to watch her work.

She would throw on an old T shirt and her dark nipples would be clearly visible, straining against the material when they got hard.

Sometimes it was an old flannel shirt, the top few buttons unbuttoned allowing me to catch a glance of her tits while she bent over.

A few times I thought it was intentional, allowing me a long look at her tits hanging under the soft flannel.

But I was in the Army a few weeks later, my gorgeous Aunt just a memory.

While I did my three years in the Army she got married and moved out to California.

She once sent me a letter with a pic of her in a string bikini on a beach, looking tan and thin.

I taped that one in my locker and kept it through my Army hitch, looking at it every now and then and masturbating at the idea of spreading those long legs.

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During my last year in the Army I heard about her divorce.

She had discovered her traveling salesman husband was fucking around on her. She was dumping him and moving back home.

I was happy to hear she was returning and I remember thinking how stupid her ex was to leave that gorgeous woman at home alone.

The ex-husband stayed in Cali and forty year old Aunt Cindy returned to the Midwest, moved to a mid-sized city in the state, got an apartment and a job in some kind of manufacturing.

By this time I was going to college about twenty-five miles down the highway, fucking my way around campus, making up for lost time spent in the Army.

The cornucopia of girls available while I was stationed in Germany became a dim memory during the damn near monk-like final two years I spent at Fort Riley.

I was busy making up for those two years of celibacy.

I was 22 and a muscular 180 pounds when I got out of the Army, and suddenly I was turning heads.

There were damn few single girls to fuck in my home town, but even though the college nightlife on the weekends was much more fun, I still had to go back home to visit the family once a month at the least.

I always included a visit to the farm on those trips home, with the hope she would be there as well.

Many times she was there, in shorts, helping my Grandparents with chores.

My good-looking Aunt had gone through a series of boyfriends since her return, and I met a few of the losers she was boning. I remembered thinking that she must be horny as hell to fuck some of these guys.

One night we were at the fence near the horse barn, watching the sun go down. As we leaned against the fence a big horse began approaching a mare.

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