"Keep This To Yourself"

[AngelEyes1994]

"Keep This To Yourself"

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Hannah wandered about the family reunion, kissing and hugging the dozens of relatives. Her job as a Make-Up Supervisor for a major Hollywood studio had caused her to miss both the summer reunions and Christmas get-togethers for the past six years. The adults had not changed much during that time, aside from a little gray on top or a little width around the middles. It was the children -- of which the Markum family had many -- who had her repeating various versions of Oh my lord, look at how big you've gotten again and again all evening.

She thought she had pretty much greeted everyone when her brother Tim's wife, Laura, pointed across the room to a handsome young man and asked, "Can you believe my son? All grown up, handsome, and starting his classes at City U in just a couple of months."

Hannah stared at her nephew as his mother went on and on about what the now 18 year old boy had been up to during the six years since she had last seen him in the flesh. Suddenly her sister-in-law whispered, "Can you believe he's still a virgin?"

Hannah looked to the other woman, surprised that the woman would tell her something like that here at a family reunion. Laura must have misunderstood the reason for her surprise, because she leaned in even closer and continued in whisper, "I know! I was shocked, too! He's such a good looking young man ... well built, athletic ... popular at school, his sister tells me."

Laura looked about for eavesdroppers, then continued, "I was in the laundry room working on a stain, when they -- he and Tim -- started talking about birds and the bees stuff. Not really the talk, of course. I mean, I would imagine that what with the internet and other boys at school, he already knows how things work. No, it more about how to meet girls, get them to like you, that kind of stuff. And in the middle of it, Tim asked his son if he was still a virgin ... and he actually told Tim yes."

Laura turned her attention back to her nephew, now looking at him not with the appreciative eyes of a proud aunt but with the hungry eyes of a sexually aggressive woman who loved new adventures ... and was not afraid to seek such adventures with someone related to her.

"Tim's waving to me," Laura said, giving Hannah another hug and cheek kiss before skedaddling into the throng of relatives.

Hannah continued to watch the young man as he chatted with some of his cousins. When the boy turned and headed out of the room, Hannah set off after him. Hannah caught up with him as he entered her father's library, a place normally off limits to family, even at such family times. She peeked in through the cracked door to see her nephew talking on his smart phone. She entered quietly, moving up slowly behind him and sitting down on the leather couch near him. He finished his call -- to a girl, it sounded like to Hannah -- and turned, his eyes widening as he caught sight of his gorgeous 38 year old aunt and her impressive, all natural cleavage.

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[AngelEyes1994]

"Aunt Hannah, you scared me?" her nephew exclaimed.

It was obvious to Hannah that Josh was attracted to her impressive bosom and its cleavage, and while she knew she should suppress her reaction to his, she could not help but smile a bit wider at the quick ogles between nervous diversions of his gaze.

"Wow, how long has it been since I last saw you?"

"Years," she purred, her own gaze taking in her nephew's own form. As she let her eyes travel down his torso to his groin, she added with a hungry tone that the naïve, young man may or may not recognize, "Too many."

He had grown up a great deal since she had last seem him. He had been a stick of a lad last time she saw him in the flesh. Now, that flesh included a young man's modestly muscular frame, a result his mother had told Hannah of his continued involvement in sports through his high school years and, of course, Mother Nature's gift of genetics as Josh's father had been eye candy for the female masses through his teen and adult years, too.

"Erm....I know we're not really supposed to be in Grandpa's library..."

Even as he was trying to excuse his intrusion on her father's inner sanctum, Hannah was shaking her head dismissively. "I won't tell. Keep this to yourself."

Josh had no idea that this was not the last time she would be saying that to him in the days and weeks to come, nor that she would be saying it to him after events far more inappropriate than simply making a phone call in Grampa Markum's den.

"...it's not exactly like I'm one of the children anymore," her nephew finished.

Hannah laughed, quickly saying, "No, Josh. No, you most certainly are not. You have--"

Hannah cut her statement off at the realization that her nephew's cock was conspicuously swelling within his summer shorts. Apparently, the low cut dress was having the effect on him that she had intended it to have on ... well, any man, to be truthful. Her smiled widened again as she looked at the expanding organ, as she finished, "--You have ... grown.

There was an uproar in the hall -- laughing children rushing past the library -- which caused Hannah a bit of a panic. Not because she was doing anything wrong -- yet! -- but because she had every intention of doing so and did not want to be interrupted. She stood and returned to the door, and -- as she looked back to Josh with hungry eyes -- she clicked the dead bolt shut.

Her smile widened again as she returned slowly toward Josh until she was standing just inches before him. She knew that her perfume she had dabbed to her neck would be wafting over him, as would be the pheromones her body was producing as the lust within her grew.

Hannah ogled her nephew's upper torso for a moment, then looking into his obviously nervous eyes, said, "Joshua, you have truly become a good looking young man. The girls must just wet their panties over you."

She watched and listened to his response, her intent of making him nervous having been intentional, of course.

"Would you do an old woman a kindness, Joshua?" the 38 year old asked, using his full name as if to preserve in her sex-driven mind the knowledge that he was so young, relative to her own age, anyway. She reached a hand out, her long fingers extended, wanting to touch his chest between his button up shirt's lapels yet coming a couple of inches short before pulling back. "Would you open your shirt and show your auntie how much you've grown up?"

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