harringtonb051
Journeyman
Summer was always something of a strange experience for me in between grades, but this summer was different because it was my last before college. I wanted study electronic, so fittingly, I got a summer job at Radio Shack.
After work one evening I came home and my mother was on the phone facing the sink; distress in her voice. My dad, sitting up in his recliner looked over at me and shrugged mouthing, "I have NO idea."
I set my bag down and reached in the fridge for a Pibb.
"Okay. Of course you can stay with us. When will you be here?"
I opened the Pibb and Mom spun around, waving with an uneasy smile. "Okay Brooke, see you then. Bye."
"Aunt Brooke okay?" I asked.
My mom sighed loudly and closed her phone, looking at me and then my father. Her short brown hair was a slight mess and a stressful look in her blue eyes.
"Dan left Brooke. She's flying here tomorrow morning."
"Whaaat?" exclaimed Dad, mouth agape.
I haven't seen Aunt Brooke in about ten years. My mom and her would talk relatively often, but Brooke was always traveling with her now ex-husband. They didn't have kids and pretty much took the road less traveled.
"What happened?" Dad asked, standing up and walking over to mom. Both were in their mid forties. Dad was showing quite a bit of grey in his formally brownish/black hair and his moustache. Mom looked really good for her age; she could pass for late thirties.
"I don't know all the details, but Dan pretty much came out of nowhere and wanted a divorce. I'm guessing some mid-life crisis bullshit." She responded, hands on her hips. Dad hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
"Wow. I did NOT see that coming," Dad said.
Ten years. I vaguely remember her at a family reunion. She was a tall brunette, and just... well, beautiful. I quickly formed a kiddie crush on her, but that obviously faded away as I got older and hadn't seen her since I was eight.
She was also fifteen years younger than my mom. I remember my grandmother talking about her "wonderful little surprise" while my Mom was in high school. Brooke was thirty-one.
"Wait, mid-life crisis? How much older was Dan than her?" I asked.
Mom responded, "Asshole is fifty-three."
"Damn, that's quite a gap." I responded.
"Well Ben, sometimes age is just a number between couples." Dad said, still holding mom.
--
I had a four hour shift the next day. We had received a large shipment of webcams and video cables, so I spent most of my time there taking inventory and other monotonous nonsense.
I pulled into the driveway from my journey home and walked into a vacant house. Well, almost vacant.
"Hello?" came an unfamiliar voice.
"Hello!" I responded, putting my bag down and walking into the kitchen.
My Aunt Brooke was sitting at the table, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wasn't wearing any makeup and looked very tired. She stood up and walked over, looking me over.
"Taller than me and everything." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
I hugged back, "Great to see you."
"Thanks sweetie. Great to see you. I'm a total mess, sorry you have to see me like this, especially after ten years." she said, breaking the hug and caressing her hand on my face.
"You need a shave." she said, astonished.
"Yeah, I grew up a bit." I responded.
She giggled and went back to sit down. I grabbed a Pibb from the fridge and sat with her. I didn't know what to say but I felt my kiddie crush kicking back in.
She looked amazing, even in her non-make up state.
"Oh Benny, I don't know what I did." she said, looking as if she had nothing left to cry out.
I stammered. "I uhh... don't know what to say."
She smiled weakly.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad to be here with loved ones."
A small moment of awkward silence passed.
"So," she said, grabbing my hand, "what's new with you? Chasing any ladies around?"
"Heh, not really." I sighed loudly, "Just workin' at my summer job."
"Oh why not? You're a cutie. Ain't they beatin' down your door?" she said, softly laughing.
I shook my head.
"I'm not worried about it."
"Oh, that's not a bad thing. You're so young - plenty of time to worry later." She said, with a tone of envy in her voice.
"You're young too, you know." I mumbled with a reassuring smile.
"Thanks honey." she said, standing up. "This whole divorce thing though... kind of feels like a stain on my soul I won't be able to get rid of."
She walked out of the kitchen, "I'm going to lay down and try to sleep."
--
Throughout the next week Aunt Brooke slowly started to cheer up. Mom and her would be joking around in the kitchen; Dad picking on both of them. I'd hear them from upstairs and wonder if Brooke was ever actually sad.
She was staying in the room next to mine and at night I'd hear her crying herself to sleep.
One particular night I woke up sometime early in the A.M. I stammered awake and walked towards the bathroom. Aunt Brooke had taken over the upstairs bathroom with her girly stuff, so I had to adjust to that.
I wandered into the bathroom, emptied my bladder, and started back towards my room when something caught my eye.
I stopped.
Aunt Brooke's door was open and she was sound asleep. The side of the bed she was sleeping on was closest to the door, and the covers were draped over her midsection.
What caught my attention was the red silk nightie she was wearing; stretched from her tossing and turning. The pulled fabric had partially exposed her right boob.
I was suddenly very awake.
My heart began to pound with nervous excitement and blood rushed to my almost instant erection.
I softly rushed back to my room, grabbed my smartphone, snuck back over to her room, and took a moment to angle a picture. The moonlight gave me just enough lighting to get a clear picture. I double checked to make sure the flash and sound was OFF (that would've been hard to explain), and snapped a few photos, and snuck back to my room and locked the door.
I pulled up one of the photos on my phone, set it on my desk, dropped my pants, and stroked my erection away.
Once I laid back down, I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. That was my AUNT that I just jerked to.
--
I tried my best not to change my demeanor around my aunt, but I don't think I was very successful. I think she might have noticed but didn't act any differently.
I had a few long shifts sorting and organizing gadgets that came in at work the following week. My sneaky spying act kept running through my head on a constant loop. I wanted to see more, yet I felt terrible for wanting to see more.
The lust has overpowered the guilt and my mind kept racing.
I did try to sneak another peek, but she was usually completely covered up by her sheets or facing the other way while sleeping. Sometimes around the house I'd sneak a glance here and there when she'd lean over but mostly I was too afraid of getting called out.
I wanted to see more but had no idea how.
Then, it hit me.
My store had a nice sized shipment of different web cams come in, including some expensive wireless ones. Some of them were really tiny too; easy to hide. I cracked a package open and studied them on my early shift when business was slow.
Most of these odd webcams were small and magnetized. They could hide anywhere.
I then realized that I was plotting to mod wireless webcams to spy on my hot aunt.
Once again, lust overpowered logic.
--
I LOVE technology. I lusted for Aunt Brooke. Bad combination.
I got home and walked in on mom and Aunt Brooke talking about her starting up dating.
"Maybe you just need a little rebound somethin' somethin', huh?" my mom said, not realizing I was there.
"Maybe. It's been a while--" Aunt Brooke spoke, cutting herself off as I stepped into the living room.
"Bad timing on my part, eh?" I said, smiling.
Aunt Brooke smiled wryly. Mom blushed a little.
"Well, you're an adult now. Sex talk shouldn't phase you, right?" Brooke said, sipping on a glass of red wine.
"That may be so, but not with my son!" My mom said, raising her hand in defiance. Brooke and I laughed. They seemed a little drunk to me.
"Whatcha got there?" Mom said, gesturing at my hands while attempting to change the subject.
The Radio Shack bag containing my shiny new webcams. I almost forgot I had them.
"Oh, these?" I said, holding the bag up, "Just some nerdy electronic stuff. Gonna go geek out for a while."
Aunt Brooke raised an eyebrow. I almost felt as if she knew what I was up to for a second.
"Are you building a girlfriend or something up there? I thought guys your age just wanted to chase some tail around." she garishly spoke, sipping on her wine.
"I said no sex talk with my son, damnit!" Mom sarcastically said, mock glaring at Brooke.
"Alright, I'll leave you ladies to it... well, whatever 'it' is." I said, dramatically flinging my arms and exiting upstairs. They continued to talk about Brooke hitting the dating scene. I almost stuck around to hear more but I wanted to crack these puppies open and see what's ticking on the inside.
I rummaged through the bag, trying to pick out the most conspicuous camera. One was shaped like a knob on a ceiling fan. Perfect!! Another the base of my electronic toothbrush. These spy devices are amazing!!! I attached the knob to fan and replaced the base for my toothbrush. No way she would ever know. I’m a genius.
That night we had Chinese delivered. Our dinner was high spirited to keep Aunt Brooke in a positive mindset. She was definitely healing from her divorce, but I could tell she wasn't quite on her feet.
"I feel so bad for being here a month already," Brooke said before gnawing on an egg roll.
Dad perked up and rolled his eyes. "Would you stop it already. You can stay here for as long as you like. Having you around really breaks things up around here."
I nodded in aggressive agreement. I really didn't want her to leave...
"See? Ben agrees." mom said, smiling at me.
Aunt Brooke glanced down and half smiled. "Thank you. I'm so lucky to have you guys."
Dinner was delicious. Time seemed to drag for me though; I wanted to test this cam out and see Brooke in all her glory. She tends to shower at night before she goes to bed, and since Mom and Dad's master bedroom is downstairs with a bathroom, I don't have to worry about accidentally recording them. Yikes.
10:04 PM switched over. Dad had excused himself for bed, and Mom was yawning.
"I'm beat," mom said, stretching. "I'm going to pass out. G'night kids!"
"Night mom." I said, yawning in response.
"Night sis." Brooke said. Mom walked out.
Silence.
Brooke continued to flip through channels.
Damnit. I fidgeted.
My apprehension caught her eye. Sometimes she's VERY observant, especially when you don't want her to be.
"Okay there kiddo?" she said.
"Yup. I'm pretty tired. Think that Chinese food is inducing a food coma." I cleverly responded.
"Uh huh." she spoke, almost as if she knew I was lying. Shit, I really need to watch myself around her.
"Hah, well anyway I think I'm gonna turn in. Gonna stay up?" I asked, hoping for a favorable response.
"Maybe. If don't find something I like on TV here."
Ugh. More waiting. I figured I could go to bed, flip the software on and put headphones on and wait. That way when she walked into the bathroom I could hear her and not have those sounds travel through the speaker.
"Okay, g'night Aunt Brooke. Love you." I said, stretching and standing.
"G'night sweetie. Love you more." Her soft voice spoke. Soothing.
I slowly walked upstairs to hide my anticipation. She's so good at reading people, so I have to act and pretend I didn't have a tremendous crush on her.
--
Click.
Click click.
I was surfing around online, waiting for Brooke to make her grand entrance. I had the cam on, but only a small bit of residual light was showing through the door.
One of my earbuds was in as I waited. My free ear was listening for any signs of her coming upstairs.
Click.
It was very quiet after the AC shut off.
Then I heard the TV sounds stop. I perked right up.
Erection already?
Wow, I am pathetic.
I heard some rummaging in the kitchen, and saw the light go off from underneath my door.
"Game time," I whispered.
The familiar soft creaks from the stairs sounded off.
I heard her walk down the hall and, for a second, I thought she stopped in front of my door. It was closed (and locked; I take NO chances), and then I wondered if she could see the light from my monitor.
"Damnit. Next time toss a towel or something by the door." I thought.
Then I heard sounds in my headphones.
I maximized the web cam.
Nothing yet. She was in her room gathering some stuff for her shower.
It felt like my heart was about to shatter my sternum. My level of excitement could not be measured, and my dick was straining against my pajama pants.
I freed the beast. I knew I'd be stroking like a madman in a minute.
Then more sounds and light from the bathroom came on.
Wow, this cam feed was very clear.
I watched as Brooke closed and locked the bathroom door. The sound made my ear wince. The gain in the mic was high.
She set her nightie down on the toilet and looked in the mirror. She stared for a minute and sighed unhappily. What on earth could she be unsatisfied with? She's gorgeous!
She started to reach and pull her shirt over her head. I hit record immediately.
Her bra was plain. Flesh colored.
She then reach behind and unclasped.
I almost came right then without even touching my hard cock.
Her breasts sexily wobbled free. The colors on the cam captured her in exquisite detail. She was moving pretty fast as her pants were unzipped and dropped, then she thumbed her plain white panties down.
I grasped my cock.
I caught a brief glimpse of her brown pubic hair. She kept it trim, even after her divorce. Even after she hasn't had sex in a while.
"Awesome." I said.
She turned to face the shower, showing her magnificent ass. She slightly bent over to turn the shower on. I didn't quite catch any of her pussy lips from her bending over. She then stepped in and closed the curtain.
I didn't cum yet.
I waited and kept recording.
The sounds of water splashing and her soft humming filled my earphones. She took her time, that's for sure. For a second there I thought I heard a moan, as if she was pleasuring herself, but it was so faint. I could be wrong.
The shower suddenly shut off. My eyes widened and I was at full attention.
The curtain opened and I started to stroke my unbelievably hard cock.
As she toweled off, I felt I was treated to a show. Her boobs playfully swayed (my guess is that she was a C cup), and her figure showing that forbidden patch of pubic hair sent me over the edge.
Within seconds, I came very hard. I tried to hide my grunt, but I couldn't hold back. It wasn't loud but it wasn't exactly quiet.
I looked at the cam to see if she noticed. I wasn't sure if she did. I thought I saw a small smile on her face though as she dried off her midsection.
She then wrapped the towel around her hair, put on her nightie and left the bathroom, shutting off the light. I stopped the recording.
Holy fuck. It works.
I watched the recording closely. I listened to see if she moaned. I think she did.
I also studied the end of it. I was able to slow the footage down. You could barely hear my grunt, and I'm still uncertain if she heard me. Her smile might've been a coincidence.
But why would she smile? If she suspected me at all, wouldn't she be furious?
--
I came home after work the next day to a dolled-up Brooke and Mom.
"Woah, aren't you two dressed to kill?" I commented, trying not to stare at Brooke.
"Yes we are," responded Mom. Dad walked in wearing a sport coat.
"I'm the lucky designated driver," Dad grunted.
"Brooke needs a night on the town honey," responded Mom. Brooke seemed impartial to the whole idea. She seemed... distant.
"How long are you three gonna be out?" I said, trying to conceal my excitement.
"As late as we can drink," Mom said, making the drinking gesture with her hand. Brooke looked over at me.
"What about you? Wanna come with us? I'll find you a pretty lady!"
Mom immediately interjected, "Absolutely not. Those cougars out there will eat him alive."
Brooke raised her eyebrow and looked at me. It was almost seductive.
"Yeah, he looks really scared of something like that."
Jesus. When she looks at me like that, I feel that she knows what I'm up to.
Dad looked at his watch, "Reservations are for three people anyway. Sorry Benny." He patted my shoulder. "We need to get going."
"Okay, we're off! See you tomorrow morning!" Mom said, with a kiss on my cheek.
Brooke kept looking at me in that strange fashion.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
What the hell does that mean?
The three of them piled into my Dad's truck and drove off.
--
At about 2:30 AM, they returned home. Mom, Brooke, and Dad's voices were all quipping. Dad was trying to shush them, but Mom and Brooke were both drunk.
"Oh shut up," I heard Brooke say, "He's probably wiped out from all that porn he was looking at." Mom retorted, "Shut the fuck up, Brooke!" And they both laughed.
Dad said, "Wish I had porn like that when I was a kid."
I covered my face with my hands. I felt embarrassed, even though I wasn't in the room.
"I think your kid has a thing for me too," Brooke slurred and giggled.
My heart sank into my stomach. She's way to damn observant.
"Well, you're a stone-cold hot piece of ass," my mom blurted, "Can't say I blame him."
I heard Dad laugh. "Stone cold hot piece of ass? Cold AND hot? How does that work?"
"Fuck you, I'm drunk." Mom blundered. "Now... YOU... take me to bed and nail me to the wall."
I heard my Dad laugh again. "Yes ma'am."
Brooke scoffed. "Well you SUCK. Guess I'll have to go fuck myself. Good NIGHT."
Mom's voice trailed, "Just as long as you stay off of my son, fuck yourself all you want!"
Brooke, coming up the stairs towards my closed door, retorted, "Yeah yeah yeah..." and I heard her say under her breath, "... maybe."
That "maybe" sent my mind into a frenzy. I made sure my door was locked.
After work one evening I came home and my mother was on the phone facing the sink; distress in her voice. My dad, sitting up in his recliner looked over at me and shrugged mouthing, "I have NO idea."
I set my bag down and reached in the fridge for a Pibb.
"Okay. Of course you can stay with us. When will you be here?"
I opened the Pibb and Mom spun around, waving with an uneasy smile. "Okay Brooke, see you then. Bye."
"Aunt Brooke okay?" I asked.
My mom sighed loudly and closed her phone, looking at me and then my father. Her short brown hair was a slight mess and a stressful look in her blue eyes.
"Dan left Brooke. She's flying here tomorrow morning."
"Whaaat?" exclaimed Dad, mouth agape.
I haven't seen Aunt Brooke in about ten years. My mom and her would talk relatively often, but Brooke was always traveling with her now ex-husband. They didn't have kids and pretty much took the road less traveled.
"What happened?" Dad asked, standing up and walking over to mom. Both were in their mid forties. Dad was showing quite a bit of grey in his formally brownish/black hair and his moustache. Mom looked really good for her age; she could pass for late thirties.
"I don't know all the details, but Dan pretty much came out of nowhere and wanted a divorce. I'm guessing some mid-life crisis bullshit." She responded, hands on her hips. Dad hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
"Wow. I did NOT see that coming," Dad said.
Ten years. I vaguely remember her at a family reunion. She was a tall brunette, and just... well, beautiful. I quickly formed a kiddie crush on her, but that obviously faded away as I got older and hadn't seen her since I was eight.
She was also fifteen years younger than my mom. I remember my grandmother talking about her "wonderful little surprise" while my Mom was in high school. Brooke was thirty-one.
"Wait, mid-life crisis? How much older was Dan than her?" I asked.
Mom responded, "Asshole is fifty-three."
"Damn, that's quite a gap." I responded.
"Well Ben, sometimes age is just a number between couples." Dad said, still holding mom.
--
I had a four hour shift the next day. We had received a large shipment of webcams and video cables, so I spent most of my time there taking inventory and other monotonous nonsense.
I pulled into the driveway from my journey home and walked into a vacant house. Well, almost vacant.
"Hello?" came an unfamiliar voice.
"Hello!" I responded, putting my bag down and walking into the kitchen.
My Aunt Brooke was sitting at the table, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wasn't wearing any makeup and looked very tired. She stood up and walked over, looking me over.
"Taller than me and everything." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
I hugged back, "Great to see you."
"Thanks sweetie. Great to see you. I'm a total mess, sorry you have to see me like this, especially after ten years." she said, breaking the hug and caressing her hand on my face.
"You need a shave." she said, astonished.
"Yeah, I grew up a bit." I responded.
She giggled and went back to sit down. I grabbed a Pibb from the fridge and sat with her. I didn't know what to say but I felt my kiddie crush kicking back in.
She looked amazing, even in her non-make up state.
"Oh Benny, I don't know what I did." she said, looking as if she had nothing left to cry out.
I stammered. "I uhh... don't know what to say."
She smiled weakly.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad to be here with loved ones."
A small moment of awkward silence passed.
"So," she said, grabbing my hand, "what's new with you? Chasing any ladies around?"
"Heh, not really." I sighed loudly, "Just workin' at my summer job."
"Oh why not? You're a cutie. Ain't they beatin' down your door?" she said, softly laughing.
I shook my head.
"I'm not worried about it."
"Oh, that's not a bad thing. You're so young - plenty of time to worry later." She said, with a tone of envy in her voice.
"You're young too, you know." I mumbled with a reassuring smile.
"Thanks honey." she said, standing up. "This whole divorce thing though... kind of feels like a stain on my soul I won't be able to get rid of."
She walked out of the kitchen, "I'm going to lay down and try to sleep."
--
Throughout the next week Aunt Brooke slowly started to cheer up. Mom and her would be joking around in the kitchen; Dad picking on both of them. I'd hear them from upstairs and wonder if Brooke was ever actually sad.
She was staying in the room next to mine and at night I'd hear her crying herself to sleep.
One particular night I woke up sometime early in the A.M. I stammered awake and walked towards the bathroom. Aunt Brooke had taken over the upstairs bathroom with her girly stuff, so I had to adjust to that.
I wandered into the bathroom, emptied my bladder, and started back towards my room when something caught my eye.
I stopped.
Aunt Brooke's door was open and she was sound asleep. The side of the bed she was sleeping on was closest to the door, and the covers were draped over her midsection.
What caught my attention was the red silk nightie she was wearing; stretched from her tossing and turning. The pulled fabric had partially exposed her right boob.
I was suddenly very awake.
My heart began to pound with nervous excitement and blood rushed to my almost instant erection.
I softly rushed back to my room, grabbed my smartphone, snuck back over to her room, and took a moment to angle a picture. The moonlight gave me just enough lighting to get a clear picture. I double checked to make sure the flash and sound was OFF (that would've been hard to explain), and snapped a few photos, and snuck back to my room and locked the door.
I pulled up one of the photos on my phone, set it on my desk, dropped my pants, and stroked my erection away.
Once I laid back down, I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. That was my AUNT that I just jerked to.
--
I tried my best not to change my demeanor around my aunt, but I don't think I was very successful. I think she might have noticed but didn't act any differently.
I had a few long shifts sorting and organizing gadgets that came in at work the following week. My sneaky spying act kept running through my head on a constant loop. I wanted to see more, yet I felt terrible for wanting to see more.
The lust has overpowered the guilt and my mind kept racing.
I did try to sneak another peek, but she was usually completely covered up by her sheets or facing the other way while sleeping. Sometimes around the house I'd sneak a glance here and there when she'd lean over but mostly I was too afraid of getting called out.
I wanted to see more but had no idea how.
Then, it hit me.
My store had a nice sized shipment of different web cams come in, including some expensive wireless ones. Some of them were really tiny too; easy to hide. I cracked a package open and studied them on my early shift when business was slow.
Most of these odd webcams were small and magnetized. They could hide anywhere.
I then realized that I was plotting to mod wireless webcams to spy on my hot aunt.
Once again, lust overpowered logic.
--
I LOVE technology. I lusted for Aunt Brooke. Bad combination.
I got home and walked in on mom and Aunt Brooke talking about her starting up dating.
"Maybe you just need a little rebound somethin' somethin', huh?" my mom said, not realizing I was there.
"Maybe. It's been a while--" Aunt Brooke spoke, cutting herself off as I stepped into the living room.
"Bad timing on my part, eh?" I said, smiling.
Aunt Brooke smiled wryly. Mom blushed a little.
"Well, you're an adult now. Sex talk shouldn't phase you, right?" Brooke said, sipping on a glass of red wine.
"That may be so, but not with my son!" My mom said, raising her hand in defiance. Brooke and I laughed. They seemed a little drunk to me.
"Whatcha got there?" Mom said, gesturing at my hands while attempting to change the subject.
The Radio Shack bag containing my shiny new webcams. I almost forgot I had them.
"Oh, these?" I said, holding the bag up, "Just some nerdy electronic stuff. Gonna go geek out for a while."
Aunt Brooke raised an eyebrow. I almost felt as if she knew what I was up to for a second.
"Are you building a girlfriend or something up there? I thought guys your age just wanted to chase some tail around." she garishly spoke, sipping on her wine.
"I said no sex talk with my son, damnit!" Mom sarcastically said, mock glaring at Brooke.
"Alright, I'll leave you ladies to it... well, whatever 'it' is." I said, dramatically flinging my arms and exiting upstairs. They continued to talk about Brooke hitting the dating scene. I almost stuck around to hear more but I wanted to crack these puppies open and see what's ticking on the inside.
I rummaged through the bag, trying to pick out the most conspicuous camera. One was shaped like a knob on a ceiling fan. Perfect!! Another the base of my electronic toothbrush. These spy devices are amazing!!! I attached the knob to fan and replaced the base for my toothbrush. No way she would ever know. I’m a genius.
That night we had Chinese delivered. Our dinner was high spirited to keep Aunt Brooke in a positive mindset. She was definitely healing from her divorce, but I could tell she wasn't quite on her feet.
"I feel so bad for being here a month already," Brooke said before gnawing on an egg roll.
Dad perked up and rolled his eyes. "Would you stop it already. You can stay here for as long as you like. Having you around really breaks things up around here."
I nodded in aggressive agreement. I really didn't want her to leave...
"See? Ben agrees." mom said, smiling at me.
Aunt Brooke glanced down and half smiled. "Thank you. I'm so lucky to have you guys."
Dinner was delicious. Time seemed to drag for me though; I wanted to test this cam out and see Brooke in all her glory. She tends to shower at night before she goes to bed, and since Mom and Dad's master bedroom is downstairs with a bathroom, I don't have to worry about accidentally recording them. Yikes.
10:04 PM switched over. Dad had excused himself for bed, and Mom was yawning.
"I'm beat," mom said, stretching. "I'm going to pass out. G'night kids!"
"Night mom." I said, yawning in response.
"Night sis." Brooke said. Mom walked out.
Silence.
Brooke continued to flip through channels.
Damnit. I fidgeted.
My apprehension caught her eye. Sometimes she's VERY observant, especially when you don't want her to be.
"Okay there kiddo?" she said.
"Yup. I'm pretty tired. Think that Chinese food is inducing a food coma." I cleverly responded.
"Uh huh." she spoke, almost as if she knew I was lying. Shit, I really need to watch myself around her.
"Hah, well anyway I think I'm gonna turn in. Gonna stay up?" I asked, hoping for a favorable response.
"Maybe. If don't find something I like on TV here."
Ugh. More waiting. I figured I could go to bed, flip the software on and put headphones on and wait. That way when she walked into the bathroom I could hear her and not have those sounds travel through the speaker.
"Okay, g'night Aunt Brooke. Love you." I said, stretching and standing.
"G'night sweetie. Love you more." Her soft voice spoke. Soothing.
I slowly walked upstairs to hide my anticipation. She's so good at reading people, so I have to act and pretend I didn't have a tremendous crush on her.
--
Click.
Click click.
I was surfing around online, waiting for Brooke to make her grand entrance. I had the cam on, but only a small bit of residual light was showing through the door.
One of my earbuds was in as I waited. My free ear was listening for any signs of her coming upstairs.
Click.
It was very quiet after the AC shut off.
Then I heard the TV sounds stop. I perked right up.
Erection already?
Wow, I am pathetic.
I heard some rummaging in the kitchen, and saw the light go off from underneath my door.
"Game time," I whispered.
The familiar soft creaks from the stairs sounded off.
I heard her walk down the hall and, for a second, I thought she stopped in front of my door. It was closed (and locked; I take NO chances), and then I wondered if she could see the light from my monitor.
"Damnit. Next time toss a towel or something by the door." I thought.
Then I heard sounds in my headphones.
I maximized the web cam.
Nothing yet. She was in her room gathering some stuff for her shower.
It felt like my heart was about to shatter my sternum. My level of excitement could not be measured, and my dick was straining against my pajama pants.
I freed the beast. I knew I'd be stroking like a madman in a minute.
Then more sounds and light from the bathroom came on.
Wow, this cam feed was very clear.
I watched as Brooke closed and locked the bathroom door. The sound made my ear wince. The gain in the mic was high.
She set her nightie down on the toilet and looked in the mirror. She stared for a minute and sighed unhappily. What on earth could she be unsatisfied with? She's gorgeous!
She started to reach and pull her shirt over her head. I hit record immediately.
Her bra was plain. Flesh colored.
She then reach behind and unclasped.
I almost came right then without even touching my hard cock.
Her breasts sexily wobbled free. The colors on the cam captured her in exquisite detail. She was moving pretty fast as her pants were unzipped and dropped, then she thumbed her plain white panties down.
I grasped my cock.
I caught a brief glimpse of her brown pubic hair. She kept it trim, even after her divorce. Even after she hasn't had sex in a while.
"Awesome." I said.
She turned to face the shower, showing her magnificent ass. She slightly bent over to turn the shower on. I didn't quite catch any of her pussy lips from her bending over. She then stepped in and closed the curtain.
I didn't cum yet.
I waited and kept recording.
The sounds of water splashing and her soft humming filled my earphones. She took her time, that's for sure. For a second there I thought I heard a moan, as if she was pleasuring herself, but it was so faint. I could be wrong.
The shower suddenly shut off. My eyes widened and I was at full attention.
The curtain opened and I started to stroke my unbelievably hard cock.
As she toweled off, I felt I was treated to a show. Her boobs playfully swayed (my guess is that she was a C cup), and her figure showing that forbidden patch of pubic hair sent me over the edge.
Within seconds, I came very hard. I tried to hide my grunt, but I couldn't hold back. It wasn't loud but it wasn't exactly quiet.
I looked at the cam to see if she noticed. I wasn't sure if she did. I thought I saw a small smile on her face though as she dried off her midsection.
She then wrapped the towel around her hair, put on her nightie and left the bathroom, shutting off the light. I stopped the recording.
Holy fuck. It works.
I watched the recording closely. I listened to see if she moaned. I think she did.
I also studied the end of it. I was able to slow the footage down. You could barely hear my grunt, and I'm still uncertain if she heard me. Her smile might've been a coincidence.
But why would she smile? If she suspected me at all, wouldn't she be furious?
--
I came home after work the next day to a dolled-up Brooke and Mom.
"Woah, aren't you two dressed to kill?" I commented, trying not to stare at Brooke.
"Yes we are," responded Mom. Dad walked in wearing a sport coat.
"I'm the lucky designated driver," Dad grunted.
"Brooke needs a night on the town honey," responded Mom. Brooke seemed impartial to the whole idea. She seemed... distant.
"How long are you three gonna be out?" I said, trying to conceal my excitement.
"As late as we can drink," Mom said, making the drinking gesture with her hand. Brooke looked over at me.
"What about you? Wanna come with us? I'll find you a pretty lady!"
Mom immediately interjected, "Absolutely not. Those cougars out there will eat him alive."
Brooke raised her eyebrow and looked at me. It was almost seductive.
"Yeah, he looks really scared of something like that."
Jesus. When she looks at me like that, I feel that she knows what I'm up to.
Dad looked at his watch, "Reservations are for three people anyway. Sorry Benny." He patted my shoulder. "We need to get going."
"Okay, we're off! See you tomorrow morning!" Mom said, with a kiss on my cheek.
Brooke kept looking at me in that strange fashion.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
What the hell does that mean?
The three of them piled into my Dad's truck and drove off.
--
At about 2:30 AM, they returned home. Mom, Brooke, and Dad's voices were all quipping. Dad was trying to shush them, but Mom and Brooke were both drunk.
"Oh shut up," I heard Brooke say, "He's probably wiped out from all that porn he was looking at." Mom retorted, "Shut the fuck up, Brooke!" And they both laughed.
Dad said, "Wish I had porn like that when I was a kid."
I covered my face with my hands. I felt embarrassed, even though I wasn't in the room.
"I think your kid has a thing for me too," Brooke slurred and giggled.
My heart sank into my stomach. She's way to damn observant.
"Well, you're a stone-cold hot piece of ass," my mom blurted, "Can't say I blame him."
I heard Dad laugh. "Stone cold hot piece of ass? Cold AND hot? How does that work?"
"Fuck you, I'm drunk." Mom blundered. "Now... YOU... take me to bed and nail me to the wall."
I heard my Dad laugh again. "Yes ma'am."
Brooke scoffed. "Well you SUCK. Guess I'll have to go fuck myself. Good NIGHT."
Mom's voice trailed, "Just as long as you stay off of my son, fuck yourself all you want!"
Brooke, coming up the stairs towards my closed door, retorted, "Yeah yeah yeah..." and I heard her say under her breath, "... maybe."
That "maybe" sent my mind into a frenzy. I made sure my door was locked.
