I leaned back putting my feet up on the corner desk, my eyes traveled very deliberately down Kathryn's white blouse noticing how her bra was visible a...ainst the material but tastefully hidden. I watched her blush as she realized how I was looking her over. My eyes traveled further down to the swell of her hips and the navy business skirt she had worn today, then further still assuming that the hose I saw were not stockings. "Are those panty hose Kathryn?" I asked her. "Yes John," she quickly. She was wearing a short length, tight colorful dress that hugged every curve and made me envious of her hoping I was just as good looking as she was when I got to her age. I had to say looking at her now she was simply hot, and that’s when something in my belly started to stir up strange feelings, feelings I had never felt before and then it was gone. “Oh, there’s my bag,” I said. My aunt reached and took my hand which stirred something again and guided me to the exit to where her BMW. ”He just realized he was standing in front of his sister totally naked with his pecker coming to attention, staring at her as her eyes fixated on what was happening between his legs.“Oh, Gaud!” She blushed and turned.But then she thought better of it. Instead, she opened her towel and lowered it to the floor. They both stood staring at each other. He at her mons, soft and just a hint of fuzz and the fold of her vulva and she at his stiff penis and ball sack, both still hairless. After what. Then she was on her knees on the sofa kissing me and unbuckling my pants and opening the zipper and I was fast losing it, disintegrating under her touch. I had it in my mind that I should take the initiative, that I was the man here and I should be setting the pace and taking control, but she was mad for me, and so good and so expert at what she did, so consumed by raw lust, that all I managed to do was kick my shoes off before she had my pants and shorts down and her soft, cool hand wrapped.