Chapter 5: Get some more practice.

Hearing Ken emerge from the bedroom, we fell silent and cleaned our plates. The twisted fairy tales I’d just told my aunt about my mom had had an effect on me, too. Thankfully, the tent in my robe wasn’t visible from her side of the table. I still wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

Ken filled his cup and sat at his place. His smirk confirmed that he’d noticed my prominent bulge. “My ears are burning,” he quipped. “You guys talking about me?”

“Don’t be silly, Ken,” my aunt answered. “Kevin and I were catching up on him and his mother’s latest activities. Hopefully, I’ll be able to spend more time with my sister once you leave for college.”

“I get it, Mom. You’re anxious to replace me,” my cousin chuckled.

“You know better. I’m going to miss my adorable little man. First, I need to feed you.” Before she could rise, Ken put his hand onto hers, holding her in place.

“Mom. Today, we’re doing everything for you. It’s my turn to direct the activities and it starts with me cleaning up the kitchen. I’ll eat a snack and finish up. Both of you get ready and meet me in the living room.” Maintaining his grip on his mother, he ordered, “Kev, take my mom’s and your plates to the sink, please.”

Did he forget about my bulge? Of course not. Rising, I hunched over a bit, trying to at least make my erection look smaller. When I reached over to grab Aunt Kate’s plate and silverware, I saw her eyes riveted on my puffy robe. She blushed as I turned to place our stuff on the counter.

Retreating out of the room, I moved out of sight and listened.

“Guess I should have told him to take a cold shower,” my cousin laughed. His mom giggled as he continued, “Mom, it looks like you still have it.”

She chirped, “Stop it! You’re so bad.”

When they changed the subject, I left for our room. It was clear they enjoyed a closer relationship than Mom and me. I found it amusing that my cousin thought my hardening resulted from interacting with his mother when it was actually visualizing Mom in my fabricated stories.

He was right about two things: I needed to cool off, and an icy shower would do the trick. Ken entered when I finished dressing. After I relayed the morning’s events, he excitedly said, “Excellent. It sounds like you’re on the right track.”

When we heard my aunt call out to us, we left to meet her. I chuckled when I saw her legs concealed by light-blue thigh-highs. Was she already taking my advice, and trying to entice Ken towards girls? Or was she feeling young again for a different reason?

Maybe it was nothing. I didn’t think so, though.

Our first stop was the mall. My aunt loved to shop. so my cousin decided this would be our first event for the day. On our way to the second store, my cousin held her hand. Nodding his head for me to follow suit, I took her other hand. She welcomed it. Upon exiting each store, she took the initiative and grasped both of our hands again.

After a light lunch at a restaurant, we drove to a park and leisurely strolled through the gardens. There was no need to initiate contact with her as she snaked her arms through ours and held us close. At that point, I wasn’t even sure if it was Ken’s plan or Kate’s. I enjoyed reaping the benefits regardless; Kate’s body felt wonderful next to mine.

Our final stop before heading home was the grocery store so that Ken could pick up some fresh vegetables. He’d promised to cook dinner for us - yet another benefit for me.

Once home, we made ourselves comfortable in the living room. The walking had tired us out a bit. After a few minutes, my cousin knelt and removed his mother’s shoes so he could massage her feet. All he had to do was look at me; I joined him and assigned myself a foot and leg.

His mom leaned her head back and cooed, “What a wonderfully fun day. Thank you so much.”

Ken chirped, “It was a great way to kick off our vacation.”

Reaching under her skirt, he stated, “We sure don’t want to ruin it by ripping your stockings.” He swiftly pulled her nylon off. Her sharp intake of breath led me to believe this was not ordinary.

Wasting no time, I repeated my cousin’s actions. Under the pretense of being careful, I wrapped my hands around her thigh and gingerly rolled her nylon down the length of her luscious limb. My fingers lightly slid across her smooth, hot flesh. Even though her leg was tense from the unexpected contact from her nephew, she didn’t object.

“You’ll have to do both, now,” my cousin stated. “I’m going to prepare dinner. Get some more practice. Your mom will appreciate it.”

I switched feet, and my aunt smiled widely with appreciation. Their open-concept house allowed the delicious smells from the kitchen to fill the living room. Ken shouted, “Don’t forget what I told you about checking her calves once in a while.”

I quickly slid my hands up her smooth flesh. Her muscles were more relaxed than the first time. She kept her eyes closed and let me work. She rewarded my efforts with an appreciative moan.

Several minutes later, my cousin interrupted my massaging. “Kev, there’s one other relaxation area you could try out on your mother to help her. Hold her heel with one hand while your other hand moves up the underside of her leg. When you reach the area underneath her knee, lightly run your fingers over the skin.”

Aunt Kate’s eyes opened as she objected, “Ken, I don’t think he should go that far with my sister. It can be a little ticklish.”

Ignoring her pleas, my fingers traipsed across the flesh below her knee. Groaning replaced her feeble protests, followed by goosebumps appearing on her leg.

“It is silky smooth,” I commented. “From your reaction, I’d say it’s pretty sensitive.”