Home Repairs

I just smiled in response.

I had texted Sharon that I would be back over in the morning, and she directed me to come over at about 8, and not to eat breakfast first.

I was on her porch a little after 8 and she opened the door, wearing a black ribbed tank top and red running shorts with a gold Marine emblem on the thigh. Her hair was back in a ponytail again, and I was impacted by both her appearance and the smell of bacon.

"You're late," she winked with a smile.

"There was traffic," I lied.

"Shut up," she laughed, pulling me in by the hand and pushing me toward the kitchen. "I thought we could have a good breakfast together before we got started. Do you still like cheesy scrambled eggs and pancakes?"

"I guess," I pouted, rolling my eyes and dropping into a seat at the table.

Sharon simply laughed and shook her head, setting down a glass of orange juice in front of me. Breakfast was incredibly delicious and the mood lighthearted. We laughed about all kinds of things and eased into discussing plans for the day. We took our time eating, but at around 9 we started working on the projects we had lined up.

Sharon was a fast learner and in no time she was replacing toilet guts and changing outlets. That afternoon she even wanted to go back and pick up a new ceiling fan and light fixture for her bedroom. Even though I hadn't planned on it, it was her house and I wanted her to be happy. I spent some of the time on the ladder while she stood on a chair helping me, but when the fan was securely attached, I watched her from below, her ass in my face, as she wired and attached the light fixture to the fan. Once she was confident it was done and I agreed, we walked out to the garage and she flipped the breaker back on. She took a deep breath when she flipped the light switch on the wall and the blades on the fan slowly started to move. She squealed and clapped her hands, jumping up and down before wrapping me up in a tight hug and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I was surprised, but not displeased. I was careful to let go of her as soon as she unwrapped herself from around me. I turned her toward the fan. "Go ahead," I said, "Turn on the light." She reached up and pulled the center chain, the three decorative globes bursting with a golden white glow.

"Oh, my god," she yelled. "We did it!"

"You did it," I smiled. "You installed that fan and fixture. I just did some of the heavier lifting."

"Thank you, Jason," she said, kissing me quickly on the cheek and wrapping me in her arms again, this time not letting go. I felt her begin to shake a little and then heard a sniffle. I embraced her lightly. She squeezed me and began to sob for real.

I let her cry, not knowing what to do. After a few minutes she began speaking into my shoulder, muffled explanations to her crying. "I can't tell you how much it means to me that you would do this for me. Tony loved me, but wanted to keep this from me so he could take care of it. I guess it was one of his ways of providing for me. I always wanted to know how to do it so when he was on deployment... or worse... I could handle it on my own, but he would never let me learn to do it. If he wasn't here, one of his buddies would show up and take care of it, but usually if it was something small I would have to wait until he came back home.

"But you... you invested in me, believed in me. You understood that this isn't something that makes you seem weaker, but is instead something that makes me stronger. You're not afraid of me not needing you, but you want me to learn to be independent. And I love you for that, Jason. You're like Tony in so many ways, but you're so different, too."

"I'm not Tony," I said softly. She nodded into my shoulder before pulling away. She wiped at her eyes and smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have done that."

"No, don't apologize. I'm glad you told me. I want you to be able to tell me anything. I want to be here for anything you need. Anything at all, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you." I just nodded. "So," she said, clearing her throat, "Now what?"

"I think we've done plenty for today. The list we made up is complete."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really."

"Wow."

"Now, there are other things we can work on, like your car and yard, but we can do that whenever. I don't want to overwhelm you."

"How about we talk about that later. Tonight we can celebrate."

"Sounds good to me," I smiled.

I called mom. "Hey," I said. "We finished up Aunt Sharon's to-do list this afternoon and she wants to celebrate. I'll be home late."

"Remember what we talked about last night, Jason."

"Yes, ma'am. I won't impose, I promise."

"Okay. Well, I have a twilight open house tonight, and an early closing in the morning, so I may not see you tonight anyway."

"See you tomorrow, then. I love you."

"I love you, too, honey."

We hung up and Aunt Sharon said, "I'm ordering pizzas and wings. Why don't you clean up and I'll get you a beer."

"A beer? Really?"

"You'll be fine. Besides, you can stay here tonight if you want since Tracy won't be there to see you anyway."

"I don't have anything to change into," I said.

"Put your clothes in the washer and you can wear some of Tony's old stuff. I'll lay it out for you."

"If you're sure."

"Of course," she said.

Twenty minutes later I walked into the living room wearing the white Marines t-shirt and black Marines running shorts that had been sitting outside the bathroom door.

"Wow," said Sharon. "That looks good on you." She sighed as she looked me over. "I never realized how much you look like Tony. I'm going to clean up. I'll be right back. If the pizza gets here before I get out, the money's on the front table. Go ahead and help yourself to the beer."

A little while later, Sharon walked into the kitchen as I pulled the foil off the hot wings. I couldn't believe it! She looked amazing. Her hair was wet, but combed out, and she was wearing an emerald green camisole top and matching boy shorts.

"Damn, Aunt Sharon," I muttered.

"You don't mind, do you? I want to be comfortable."

I just shook my head, afraid to utter another word.

"Thanks for taking care of the pizza."

"Uh, yeah. And I, uh, flipped on Hulu. Pick whatever you want."

"Thanks."

As we sat on the couch watching a pretty decent thriller, I went through two full beers and Aunt Sharon was on her second when the movie ended. I had kept glancing over at her and noticed that she had her legs curled up most of the time, but a couple of times she would sit sideways and tuck her toes under my legs, smiling at me. "I get a little chilly sometimes," she said.

I felt my body responding to her simple contact, and thought maybe some of it was the beer. That said, the truth is that I think almost any guy would respond to Aunt Sharon wearing very little while sharing a couch late at night.

"I can get you a blanket if you want," I offered.

"Let's wait till after this movie."

"I'll be heading home," I said. "It's getting late."

"You're not driving buzzed," she replied. "I already texted your mom and told her you should just stay here so we can get started in the morning. She was cool with it."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Cool."

A few minutes later the credits rolled and Sharon stood up off the couch. "You want another beer?"

"I don't know that I should."

"Go ahead. Now that you're not driving home..."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

"Get us both one, and if you see any snacks you want, help yourself. I'm just going to switch your clothes over into the dryer."

I grabbed the wings and two more beers and walked back in, meeting Sharon at the couch. I set the beers and wings down on the coffee table before plopping down onto the couch.

"Jase?" she asked. "Can I... uh... ask you a favor?"

"Anything."

Sharon was running her fingers back and forth along the hem of her shorts as she bit her lip. "Well... having a man around the house, and seeing you in Tony's Marine clothes, has had me thinking of him a lot. I was wondering if you would... cuddle with me while we watched another movie."

"Umm, I... guess." I was instantly nervous. How could I turn her down and why would I want to? But I had to make something clear. "But I'm not Tony," I reminded her. She smiled and nodded.

She walked over to the television cabinet and opened the drawer filled with movies, and she pulled one out of the back, tucked behind the back row. She bit her lip again and tapped the case against her fingers. Clearing her throat, she began, "Tony and I used to watch this on occasion. It's kind of romantic and I really want to see it. Will you be okay watching it with me?"

"I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders. She smiled and told me thanks, before bending over and putting the disc into the player, her ass looking amazing in the boy shorts. I closed my eyes. That's your aunt, dude, I reminded myself.

She settled in next to me before reaching over and picking up her beer. I pressed play on the remote and took a sip of my own beer. Aunt Sharon lay on her side and scooted to the front of the couch, patting the cushion behind her. There wasn't much room, so I pulled the blanket off the back and removed the back cushions. I pulled the blanket up over us and settled in behind Aunt Sharon, leaving a few inches between us.

She laughed after a couple of minutes. "You're the world's worst cuddler," she said. "Tony would get nice and close."

"Yeah, well, I'm not Tony," I muttered.

She didn't seem to hear me, or at least didn't respond. I scooted up close to her and she grabbed my hand, bringing it around to rest on her stomach. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. The feel of her tone body pressed against my front, and her bare legs against mine, was pretty exciting.

Then the menu came up on the screen. Soft music played and a young woman was kissing a young man romantically, overlaid with the movie title, written in two fonts: a pink cursive font intermingled with a white bold print. Summer Help, it was called. Shit, I thought, what have I gotten myself into?

The movie plodded along for a short time, two beautiful young women, a petite blonde and a more curvaceous brunette, talking and working outdoors at a small rural cottage. They were apparently friends, as they talked and laughed, talking about mutual friends and their longing for love. It wasn't long before the heat of the day and the outdoor work prompted the brunette to suggest that they clean up with an afternoon swim at the river. Next thing I knew, they were stripping in the grass and sun by the banks of a broad river. It didn't take long for their frolicking to turn into a long gaze and then a slow kiss.

Sharon's ass ground subtly against my burgeoning erection. Sandwiched between her taut form and the back of the couch, I had no options for retreat. I tried to think of anything besides her body and the blatant lesbian lovemaking on the screen, but my eyes and ears and body were under constant assault.

I heard the moans of the nubile young women, mingled with gasps and murmurs. Their hands and mouths made quick work of the nipples, necks, mouths and mounds of each other. My aunt was clearly aroused. Her own breathing increased, her hand gripped mine more tightly and she pressed back against me in a shudder.

I squeezed her back toward me and pressed my full erection against her unashamedly. She gasped, but followed it with a moan, pressing herself against me more fully with an unexpected boldness. She turned her head toward me and looked into my eyes with longing.

"Kiss me."

"I can't."

"I need you."

"I'm not Tony," I whispered.

"I know." There wasn't a doubt in her eyes. She knew what she was asking.

Our lips had barely touched before her tongue grazed my upper lip. Our first kiss and the eroticism were unmatched in my previous experience. She had been bold in her request and her passionate kissing proved just as bold. She already knew about my arousal, had felt it on her ass. Now the hand that had been on my hand, was squeezing my hip, pulling me into her from behind. My timber was trying to form a groove into one of her cheeks. Mirroring her own boldness, I moved my hand smoothly, but rapidly up to cup one of her seemingly perfect breasts. She groaned at my touch, so I squeezed, feeling her tiny nipple on my palm.

We kissed for a few moments before I backed away. We smiled at each other and she settled back into the movie, with me settling in behind her again. Now my hand roamed freely, caressing her thigh and hip. I would occasionally cup her breast, or kiss her ear or neck.

At some point during our make-out, a strong young man had showed up at the cottage to help with something and predictably he had spied on the young women as they made love. The brunette looked over the blonde head that was buried between her thighs, and smiled at the toned, tanned handyman, never saying a word. By the time she opened her eyes from her orgasm, he had stolen away somewhere else.

"Tony always wondered at this part, asking if I would ever consider being with another woman."

"What did you say?"

"I could never answer," she shrugged. "Now that he's gone I wish I had taken the time to seriously consider it and given him an answer."

"If he were here to ask you, what would you say?" I asked quietly, stroking her cheek as she continued to watch the movie.

"He's not here," she smiled.

"But I am," I smiled back.

She turned her head to look at me. "You're not Tony," she teased.

"No, I'm not."

She didn't answer, but turned to look back at the screen. As the handyman stepped out of his truck, the young brunette stood up from working in the flower beds, her tanned legs long and lean in her short pink shorts and her breasts full in the sleeveless print top. She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead and smiled at him. He smiled back.

"Should I make you a lunch today?" she invited.

"What about your friend?"

"She's in town for the day, and I hate to eat alone."

"I could eat," he smiled.

"I bet you could."

"Noon?"

"We swim at 11:30 to clean up and cool off. We'll picnic by the river."

"11:30, then," he smiled before continuing down the brick sidewalk toward the back of the house.

"Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?" asked Aunt Sharon.

"No."

"You should do that. It's very freeing."

"Where would I do that?"

"Here."

"Maybe."

Unsurprisingly, the young man on the screen was enamored by the casual, yet sensuous strip that the brunette did just for him as she prepared for her lunchtime swim. She jumped into the river, coming up with a laugh and taunted him. "I thought you were going to swim with me."

"Well, I hate to be forward," he teased.

"I promise not to get offended."

"It's your picnic," he smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. His muscles were not huge, but he was toned and tanned. She looked on approvingly as he undressed. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled off his boots before lowering his jeans. His manhood was impressive as it hung freely between his legs, bringing a giggle from the curvy young woman. He walked confidently toward the bank before making a shallow dive.

It didn't take long for their laughing and swimming to turn into a nervous kiss. The scene transitioned smoothly to the two lovers kissing on the red and white plaid picnic blanket. As they made love on the blanket, the camera was not shy about picking up on the penetration, her pink labia gripping his slick shaft as she rode him in the sun or as he thrust into her.

Sharon's gasping was obvious and her eyes were glued to the giant shaft as it penetrated the glistening pink pussy onscreen.

"You still looking for that skinny-dip?" I whispered.

"Are you up for it?" she asked, pressing against me as she emphasized "up."

Instead of answering, I simply sat up, helping her up so I could get off the couch. Extending my hand, I helped her off the couch. She led me out to the pool, but didn't even turn on any lights. The yard was dark, the patio was dark, and the pool was dark. I barely caught her silhouette in the light of the half-moon, but it was enough to know that she was naked and was inviting me to be naked with her.

She slipped slowly into the pool before I even undressed at all, but like the young brunette, she stayed in the water watching me. "You know, watching me swim nude isn't the same as skinny-dipping WITH me," she snickered.

"Sorry. I got distracted."

"Well, why don't you try distracting me?"

I was glad it was dark because I knew I didn't have the build that Tony did, but at least I was okay with my prick. It was generous enough, from what I understood, and I'd never had any complaints from the few girlfriends I'd had. I tried to look calm as I stripped off my shirt and shorts.

"Nice, Jason," complimented Sharon.

"Thanks," I muttered, quickly making my way to the steps and slipping in to the pool.

She swam backwards away from me and I did my best to catch a good look as my eyes adjusted, but it was mostly in vain. I finally decided after a few minutes that I would stand in the shallow end. "Come here," I demanded quietly.

Sharon stopped swimming and looked at me. After a significant pause, she paddled toward me. When she was only a few feet from me, she stood and the moon lit her form gently. I could barely see her in the dim light, but it was enough for me.

"You're so beautiful," I told her.

"So are you," she said, surprising me.

I walked toward her, expecting her to move, but she didn't. As soon as I could reach her, I took her hand in mine and the other hand caressed her wet hair and cheek. She stepped forward and giggled a little when my erection touched her stomach. She looked down between us, then back up at me with a smile. She stepped forward again, trapping my member between us and pressing her breasts into me. She quickly cupped the back of my neck in her hand and brought my head down to kiss her. We kissed passionately, moaning into each other's mouths and I finally felt bold enough to reach down and grip her ass, pulling her into me.

I was surprised when she pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around my waist. The water was cold on my dick after being sandwiched between the heat of our bodies. I turned toward the steps and walked to the edge of the pool. I wanted to set her on the edge, but thinking of her comfort, I carried her to a lounge chair instead.

She sighed as I lay her back on the lounger and kissed her, the head of my cock glancing against her thigh. We kissed, me straddling the lounger and Sharon's legs splayed around my thighs. I leaned over her and kissed her passionately. Supporting myself on one arm, I worked my way down her neck and breasts, sucking on each nipple. We both knew where this was going it seemed, and I had mixed feelings about it, but not enough to stop myself. Honestly I didn't know that I could if I tried.

"Damn, Sharon, you're so beautiful."

"Thank you, Jase."

"I've always thought so. I used to envy Tony. I'm sorry if that bothers you; it's not my intent."

"It doesn't bother me," she said, caressing my cheek. "Tony's not coming back. But you're here, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this."

I smiled, relieved, and kissed her again. I worked my way down and once I made my way past her breasts, her understanding was probably clear because she groaned. I continued to trail down and relished the feeling of her pubic hair on my chin before I kissed her mound, then down to her labia. Her legs were spread wide and while I couldn't see very well, I could certainly feel my way around. All I tasted at first was the pool water, but it didn't take long for me to pick up her natural taste. It was amazing. She cooed and groaned, gripping my head as I worked my tongue in and around her pussy.