” I looked at her and said “woh to hai….” I could not help my eyes from dropping to her breasts for a second. She caught me and I smiled shee...ishly and turned my eyes towards the TV. But my dick was erect now and was showing over my shorts. I moved my legs to hide it, but then saw my aunt staring at it. She was staring directly at my crotch. She looked at me and said with twinkle in her eyes, “kaafi bade ho gaye ho!!” I was embarrassed. I started watching TV. After a couple of minutes, I felt. ? Watching her husband grip the pen, glance toward the document; she’s startled by the man’s stern, and firmer voice as he adds. ?No need to insult anyone by reading it? It’s just a release and a binding contract for her ‘care’ for the evening.? A brief glimpse into the man’s piercing eyes, quickly lowering hers again, the anxiety’s quickly becoming a real fear as his voice becomes even louder, forceful as he glances back toward her husband. ?She looked into my eyes? That will be. Then she turned the hot water tap to make a mixture just a bit warmer. She reached for the soap and a soft washcloth which hung on a hook in the shower stall. Slowly, while the warm water caressed her skin, she soaped the washcloth, working up a thick rich lather. Then she began to wash herself, rubbing the washcloth gently over her neck and shoulders. She soaped her arms with a slow languid motion. Then she allowed the warm shower to rinse the soap off.Then she moved the soapy washcloth toward. It was the second week of summer and one weekend with my cousin would be okay, I thought.My room was upstairs with my own bathroom. I had a single bed, but my Mom got out an air mattress, an extra blanket and pillow for Tom. After we had dinner he and I excused ourselves to go upstairs. When we were in the room he latched the door so no one could just walk in. That sort of puzzled me, but it didn't really bother me. He sat on my bed and asked me if I knew how to 'jack off'. I hadn't.