"You know that yoga sure helps me do other sports," Kendall said, changing the subject slightly. "I've been able to swim twice as far without tiring. Running comes easier too."
What about fucking? Roslyn thought. She laughed suddenly, surprising her nephew.
He smiled agreeably. Roslyn wondered if he had any idea how badly she wanted him. But surely he'd picked up her vibrations before. Their relationship had been more than just aunt-nephew.
She'd wiped his tears and soothed his hurts. She'd answered questions too embarrassing for his own mother. It had been her who'd really given him his first hard information about sex. She remembered how excited she become when Kendall had asked her what took place during the sex act between a man and woman. She hadn't spared any words. She'd tried to include every detail. And at the end of her talk – Kendall had been thirteen – she recalled how aroused the two of them had become. Kendall had had a terrific, pubescent erection and her own panties had been soaked clear through.
Roslyn glanced in the rear-view mirror at her nieces. Ronnie with her arm carelessly out the window, an ironic cast to her eyes. She was the aggressive one, the daring one, the crazy one. At nineteen there was something about the girl Roslyn didn't trust. And beside Ronnie sat the prim princess. Josie was the exact opposite of her sister in every way. Roslyn was sure the girl was still virgin. To look at her one wouldn't think that her shit even smelled bad. Oh she was a beauty alright. Not that Ronnie wasn't just as attractive in another way. But Josie was the most striking. That blond hair the color of straw. That white, unblemished skin. Her eyes big and blue and fathomless. And her willowy, innocent body. She looked spotless, cleaner than clean. A man could wash his face in her pussy. It seemed to Roslyn that a man might think such a thing. And none of her graceful, quiet charm had been lost on Kendall either. It irritated Roslyn to see the teenager staring unashamedly at Josie's long, white legs under that blue dress. He'd noticed her breasts too… what there was to notice. But it was Josie's reticence that really charmed him. Because she hadn't said much, Kendall seemed attracted all the more. Roslyn made up her mind to keep his attention so saturated that he wouldn't have time to fool with either of her nieces.
"Well, here we are!" she announced, pulling the big Chrysler up the driveway. As soon as the girls had gone inside, she took Kendall along to the guest house to give him a tour. When he mentioned that the plane ride had given him a few kinks, that he might like to do some yoga to stretch them out, Roslyn could hardly keep still.
"Kendall," she began, eyes downcast in reverence for the seriousness with which he took his exercises, "would it be okay if your creaky old aunt joined you in a little yoga too?"
"You're not creaky and you're not old," Kendall scolded her.
She went to hug him for the compliment.
"I need somebody like you around," she laughed. "You make me feel young again." There was a youthful heat coming through Kendall's thin shirt. She was sure to let him feel her big, round breasts. Maybe he'd remember that time when he'd been so young. The time he'd slept naked against her flesh.
"I guess I could do yoga in my skivvies."
"This is silly," she said, trying her best to sound completely matter-of-fact. "Everybody knows that yoga is best when done in the nude. I never wear a stitch," she lied. Usually she did wear tights.
"Yeah but…"
"Yeah but nothing. We're both adult."
Kendall looked a little abashed. He shrugged, smiling. "Okay with me I guess. I sure could use some yoga after sitting in that plane."
"I'll be back in a flash," Roslyn said.
And she was. She returned to the guesthouse wearing only a pair of bright-blue nylon jogging shorts and a halter top. She meant to shuck both of them as soon as possible. As she went in, she knocked politely and Kendall came to the door with a shy smile. He was wearing only a silk g-string kind of thing. It cupped his cock and balls and was held up by thin cords that circled his waist and thighs.
"I guess I'm still a little too self-conscious to go all the way naked," he said.
"Me too," Roslyn said so as not to embarrass her nephew. She wanted them to get along smoothly. She didn't want to make him feel like she was a tiger stalking him until she could leap.
They went through some simple positions first. It was all Roslyn could do to concentrate. She wanted to watch her strong young nephew. Wanted to watch his graceful moves.
When he did a bridge with his belly up towards the ceiling, Roslyn thought she would come unglued. The black silk pocket that held his cock and balls seemed stretched with tension. Did Kendall have a hard-on? Or part of one maybe?
She longed to reach out with her hand and pet the black material. She wanted to nuzzle it, to bite at it. She had never been so wild with hunger in her life!
"Ouch!" Kendall grunted. He sat on the floor rubbing a muscle in his inner thigh. "I guess that plane ride did get me a little stiff. I'm used to more jumping around than I could get away with up there in the sky."
"Did you hurt yourself bad, darling?" Roslyn asked, sitting down beside him.
"Just this thigh. It's my tightest one." He grimaced. "It's cramped pretty good."
"Lay back and let me rub it out." Roslyn made her nephew lie on his back, legs spread slightly. She started around his knee and worked up slowly to very near the crotch, then she'd begin at his knee again. She worked diligently, seriously. Her fingers would shake too badly if she actually thought how close she was to her nephew's lovely balls. And she did want to help get rid of that cramp.
"Am I helping?" she asked after a minute or so.
"God yes! That feels great."
And Roslyn could see how great it was feeling. Her naughty nephew had an erection. It wasn't really what she would call a working erection yet. But it sure wasn't soft either. Her jogging shorts were starting to bind her. Right between the lips of her cunt.
"There, I can feel that old muscle now!" she breathed, letting her fingers probe down the inside of his groin. She was reaching higher than she'd dared before. She was almost touching the black silk pouch. But she pretended to be completely occupied by her first purpose, that of relieving Kendall's muscle cramp.
"Uhhhh," he groaned, relaxing some.
"You're so muscular," she said softly. "That's why you get cramps." Her knuckles brushed the lump in his g-string. She could see the shape of his prick under the thin silk. She could see where his glans flared out from the shaft. She wished she could really see it. The more she rubbed, the firmer grew the packed cockmeat bound in its hot, sheer sack. It was all Roslyn could do to control herself.
"Doesn't that feel better?"
"I think you got it now, Aunt Roslyn."
"I'll keep rubbing to make sure. If you want me to."
"Well. Sure. It does feel good." He was breathing irregularly. Roslyn was bending close to his belly. She could smell the faint musk of his cock now. It had, a healthy, sexy aroma. She barely controlled a rush of hunger. What would her husband Evan do if he could see her now? But he couldn't could he?
"Spread your legs more," she told Kendall. He did and she began to massage the inner surfaces of both thighs now. Her thumbs sank into the damp hollows between his balls and groin. The boy's prick was really stretching the silk of his g-string.
"Kendall," she whispered, "did you realize you've got a terrific erection?"
"I'm sorry, Aunt Roslyn. It just happened." He was blushing. His cock wilted some.
"I didn't mean for you to get self-conscious. In fact I'm flattered that I could actually excite you." She was extending herself, hoping that the boy would pick up the thread she held out. He did.
"I've always thought you were pretty, Aunt Roslyn."