I was visiting my sister Amelia as I did every summer. Each summer I would spend the last two weeks in July and the first two weeks in August with Amelia down in Texas.
With both of us being school teachers we were afforded the time to spend almost a month together. This year was my nephew Jonathan’s first year in college. Just like in high school he was an outstanding baseball player and had made starting catcher his first year.
Today Amelia had apologetically left about an hour ago. A guy had asked her on a date and she had agreed. I had assured her I had much rather her go out on a date with a decent guy for the night than spend one here with me. I planned on laying around the pool tonight and relaxing. After all, this was her first date in a very long time.
She had just left promising to be home by midnight and I had told her to make it a good date and come back in the morning. Jonathan had been out most of the day with friends at the lake and probably would not be home till late so I had the place to myself.
What a place it was too. Big, roomy, and beautiful. I wished for a second I could have a place like this then the guilt came over me. Amelia could still afford this place because, her late husband, Frank was killed in a chemical explosion nine years ago. Company error had left the loved ones of those killed with a lot of money. Frank had the place built just as Amelia wanted down to every detail and they had moved in seven months before Frank’s death.
Feeling a bit of guilt still for wishing I had a place like this I headed to put on my swimsuit and stopped by the liquor cabinet on the way back. I spied the Jose Cuvero Tradicional along with Cuervo Margarita mix and smiled. Pool, warm breeze, and a margarita are what the doctor ordered. ‘Now if I just had a sexy cabana boy to mix and bring them to me,’ I thought out loud.
I had all the making in the kitchen when Jon came through the door. “Hey, Aunt Sue! What’cha got there?” He drawled out in that Texas accent that I loved.
“Hey, cowboy! What are you doing home so early?”
“Eh. Kassie got her visitor and she is always so bitchy she sends me away so she won’t say something she doesn’t mean. Or that is what she says. Making a Rita?”
“Yeah, your mom is out on a date. So-”
“She is what?”
I felt a little venom in his question. “Look, Sweetie… I should not have opened my big mouth.”
Jon sighed, “No worries. I guess mom is lonely. I always try to be here for her but… How about I make that margarita for you?” Jon changed the subject and came toward the counter.
Trying to take his mind off Amelia and her date I decided to flirt just a little. A harmless flirt. “So I get my own sexy cabana boy tonight?” I wasn’t lying Jon is one sexy nineteen-year-old man. I say man also because he has been the man of the house since Frank died. He has strapped up, stepped up, and handled many a thing a young boy should not have had to do. But he has and without complaint.
Jon laughed. “Well, I don’t know about the sexy part at all. Never been called that in my life.”
I eased up on a barstool at the kitchen counter as he took to cutting a couple of limes. “Oh come on now. You have that sexy girlfriend. I am sure she calls you that all the time.”
“No. Never has,” he said getting ice out of the fried.
“Ok well take it from an old woman then. You are a sexy young man.”
Jon flushed a bit and smiled. “You know Aunt Sue you aren’t an old woman. I’m surprised you haven’t been snatched up by some good man. Hard to believe you are single.” I was about to respond when he went on with a sigh. “I guess the same goes for mom.” He looked up at me with a bit of grief on his face. “Do you think I have been the reason she has remained single? Maybe I should move to the dorms when we start back and give her some space. Maybe get an apartment with some of the guys. I could work after class and practice to pay for it.”
I jumped off the stool and gave him a big hug. “No Sweetheart you are not the reason. Amelia has had to deal with grief and maybe she has now. I can tell you this. Never once do I talk to her on the phone when she doesn’t tell me how you are. What you are doing and anything else about you. I never get a chance to even ask. You,” I pulled back looking up into his brown eyes, “are the very joy of her life. Do not ever think any different.
Jon pulled me tight to him and did not let go. Neither of us said a word. I just held him as he did me. He was a giant, but he needed the love of someone right now and I did all I could to let him know he was loved. The longer he held me the more I realized he had become a man also. Oh, I knew how old he was. How handsome he was. What a good and loving heart he had. But I became aware of him as a woman becomes aware of a man as his muscled arms held m
Finally loosening his arms he pulled back, brushed a few strands out of my face, and kissed my forehead. “Thanks, Aunt Sue.”
“You bet Tiger.”
“How about you go on out to the pool. I will fix your drink and bring it to ya.” He gave me a wink.
“Ok. Go slip on some trunks, and bring a drink for both of us.” I was aware, due to the reflection of him on the TV screen across in the living room that he watched me the whole time I was walking away. I also realized I had put a bit more sway in my hips than needed.
I eased into one of the reclining chairs poolside and slipped my shades down as the Texas sun was still hot and bright as it was getting on to going down. ‘Get ahold of yourself Sue,” I said to myself feeling the wetness between my thighs.
A few minutes later I heard the patio door slide open. I couldn’t help but laugh. Jon had on a pair of swim trunks, and an old straw sombrero that Amelia and I had brought him from Cancun a few years ago. He had a hand towel folded over his arm and carried a huge margarita.
Bowing slightly he made an over-exaggerated gesture to hand it to me. In a draw that seemed way more Texan than Spanish he said, “I hope the Senorita finds it to her liking,” with a huge smile.
“You are just too damn cute.” I took a sip. “Mmmmm this is perfect. You did not bring you one.”
“I don’t like alcohol.”
I nodded. “Could you have found a bigger margarita glass though? This thing is huge.”
Jon grinned. “You know Aunt Sue, everything is bigger here in Texas.” With a wink, he tossed the sombrero onto an empty pool chair and headed down the pool to the diving board. Me watching his sexy shirtless body the whole way. I also was smiling at the sexual innuendo he left out there. Suddenly I was wondering just how big it was. ‘Stop it, Sue! He is your nephew,’ I said inside my head and he dove in and swam to the end and then back.
Coming over to the side where I was laying back he pushed himself up and out of the water. I almost said something out loud seeing his muscles flex and he came up. I managed to stop myself. But when his swim trunks were stuck to him and I could see an outline of his cock I slipped. “God.”
Jon looked down quickly and then turned his back to me. They were just as stuck to that cute great ass. “Uh… Aunt Sue… I am sorry. I-I-Shit!” He was unsticking them from himself and shaking the water from them I know I had a big grin on my face. “Shit. Aunt Sue.”