My Aunt Cindy was cool, and very sexy.
The oldest daughter, she was the best looking of the three sisters, including my mom.
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.
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.
The horse’s long cock emerged and he mounted the mare, sliding the huge length into her. As the stallion fucked the mare, Cindy looked at me and gave me a funny, knowing smile.
As the horse dismounted and trotted off his thick cum continued to pour out of the mare.
“Lucky horse,” I said.
“Which one?” she countered, smiling.
After I turned back to the animals I saw her sneak a glance at my crotch.
Out at the farm I was turning my Aunts head as well.
One winter night while heading home from college I drove into one of those Midwest blizzards that turn roads into skating rinks.
I had to get off the highway and ended up at a run-down Super 8 for the night.
Cindy heard of my snowy night stuck in town a few days later.
“You get stuck in town again, just call me and come to my place; you don’t need to spend money on a hotel room.”
I filed that information away for the future.
Less than one month later I’m driving Hwy 30 looking at a crappy ground blizzard about twenty miles west of town. It was everything the weatherman said it would be. It had been a little dodgy getting myself the twenty-five miles to her town, and I was hoping she was home, and alone.
I pulled into a gas station and dropped a dime into a payphone.
“Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. Hey, sorry for calling so late – I’m driving through and the roads are bad. I just pulled into town and was going to get a room when I remembered what you said…if it’s OK”
“Of course,” she said. “Head over here. Webb Road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk.
“OK, about 15 minutes then.” I replied.
I hung up. So far so good.
I found her brick apt complex pulled into a visitor spot, walked up to her unit and knocked.
Cindy answered the door in a man’s button up shirt that went almost to her knees. I wondered if that’s all she had on.
“Get in out of the cold.” She said, taking me by the shoulder.
She smiled and gave me a hug as I stepped in and I felt her firm tits under the material.
She was holding a rocks glass in one hand, ice clinking faintly.
I smelled whiskey.
“Put your stuff down and relax. Want something to drink? I have Seagrams 7.”
“Whatever you’re having, Cindy. Sorry to keep you up. I didn’t want to go any farther in the snow.” I trailed off, watching her ass as she retreated to the kitchen for my drink.
I sat on the couch, her place was warm, neat and clean.
“Don’t worry about that, I told you to stop by next time you were around.”
She handed me a whiskey on the rocks and changed the music on the turntable. There was a kind of fake electric fireplace that cast a flickering light across the room.
She leaned back against a chair and looked at me.
“The Army sure was good to you, you know that?”
“You’ve told me that.” I said, sipping my whiskey
“College suits you hmmm? I liked it too. Until I got pregnant. I bet the girls there are good-looking.” She said, her Hazel eyes watching me over the rim of her rocks glass.
“They’re alright.” I said, smiling.
“Don’t be that way – I know a good-looking guy like you is getting plenty.” she purred.
“I do alright, I guess.”
“Better than me, this town is the pits.” She filled her glass. “My boss asked to screw me last week. Can you believe that? What an ass.”
Her top few buttons were unbuttoned and I could glimpse her cleavage, and when she sat down on the couch she drew a leg up and could see her panties, her dark bush under them.