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The TwinTHE TWINThe Fifties and Sixties, what a great time to grow up. Our family all lived fairly close to one another in a rural area outside a small town in CA. I had a much older brother and two older cousins. Being so much younger than they, I was somewhat of a novelty and was always doted upon especially by my two aunts, one of which was a twin to my Mother, that aunt will be the focus of this story and fantasy. She was the twin although not identical to my Mom. They always had identical thoughts, but appearance was different, my mother was about 5’7′ or 5’8′ but her twin “T” was only 5’2′ or a bit more. She always intrigued me, I guess due to her smaller stature when I was small. I also developed a fondness for mature women quite early because I was around them so much…church, shopping with Mom, etc. Back then women still dressed up for everything…nylons and heels were noticed by me very early. Nylons and heels with a short glimpse of a garter now and then piqued my interest in the female form very early in life. Short or tall, slender or plump made no difference to me as a hosiery encased leg was a sight to behold.I had passed by my Mom many times as she put on or took off her nylons, never stopping to watch until one afternoon at Auntie T’s house changed my thinking forever. My mother had an appointment so I had been dropped off at T’s house for the afternoon…that was fine with me as they had a TV set, something we didn’t get until a couple years later. What made things interesting was their old farm house, like many in the area had added on rooms with a door into an existing room…no hallways. T’s bedroom was off the living room where I was watching TV and the bathroom was off of another room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Auntie going into her bedroom with just a slip, or petticoat as she called it. She shut the door partially, but it opened over halfway on its own just as she sat down on the a cedar chest at the foot of their bed. Her feet would not have touched the floor if she sat on the bed. So, without being noticed I had a great view from only a few feet away to watch her put on her hose. Almost in a ritual-like manner she held up the stocking and gathered the length up on her thumbs…then placed it over her foot, pausing to make sure there were no folds, then pulling it up over her shapely calf, again pausing to make sure everything fit tightly. Then, almost with reverence she hiked up her slip toward her lap and I saw her thighs for the first time all the way to her hips. They were beautiful, full and soft appearing revealing also a couple of networks of spider veins she and my Mom lamented about having. I thought they just added to mysterious nature of the female body. Next she extended her leg out and up and pulled the stocking up its full length. Her white thigh flesh shook as the hose covered its intention, ending ¾ of the way from her knee to her hip, but no garters appeared…not normal even to this young boy…She repeated the process with her other leg with the same slow, deliberate motions…rubbing her legs in a loving manner. She reached for two elastic rings that she slipped over each leg and drew up to the end of the hose, positioned them expertly and folded the stocking top down a bit, thus holding up the nylons without garters. I would have loved to have that duty, to feel the soft surface laced with a few veins and a little cellulite..(I didn’t even know what that was back then)…Wow, middle-aged legs were sure interesting.The television program I was watching suddenly became passe’. I has seen things much more interesting going on. Soon Auntie was dressed and ready to take me home and run errands of her own. I discovered too that güvenilir bahis siteleri afternoon riding with her was a show too…being a stick shift every time she clutched or braked, her skirt would ride up a little exposing more and more of her luscious legs. That afternoon of my youth I took on a new appreciation of the mature female form.I became more bold at home, peaking around the corner to watch Mom put on her nylons, or even passing through the room while she was. One day I even asked if I could fasten her garters…”Sure,” she offered, this how they work.” That was fun, I got to see her thighs all the way to her hips and feel the soft flesh too, After about the third time she stopped me from helping saying, “I think you know how things work by now,” She thought I was only interested in the mechanics of things, she didn’t realize I was checking her out for pleasure. The action made my young groin twitch with mysterious anticipation.One more time before was deemed old enough to left at home unsupervised, I was under the watchful eye of “T” once again. I was nearly the last days of their old house as a new was to be built on the site of the old one. I was perched in Unc’s chair watching TV late one afternoon when she came from the bathroom to her bedroom after a bath. A bathrobe provided cover for her and as she ducked into her room the door closed, but moved partially open on its own. I took attention because I saw in her dresser mirror the reflection of her in the altogether. I was able to see her pull her panties on while her unfettered modest breasts dangled and shook, then saw those same orbs delicately nested into her bra. Quite an image emblazoned into a ten year old’s mind. Also my first glance at a women’s patch of pubic hair…hers a perfectly bordered triangle of black curlys. No ritual of nylons this time, just a plain button down dress of her own making…but now I new what was under it!About that time I was deemed old enough to stay home and work with Dad if Mom went to town. Of course in a couple years our female peers started to sprout in a couple ways so the show started anew for us boys, especially with the country girls that didn’t opt for a training bra until absolutely necessary. Many a fine view of a budding, puffy nipple were seen through sleeveless blouses. Summer afternoons were also spent at the local public swimming pool in town…high school girls were lifeguards and some were built quite nice. I concentrated on the mothers that brought k**s to the big pool to teach them to swim. I saw about every size and shape women from their 20’s to about 40. I really got good views of legs when I invested in a diving mask. I would swim close enough to see every mark on their legs and ripples too.Then along comes High School…upper classmen girls we hadn’t seen for a couple years are now full-grown women! But the drawback of me high school era was the advent of pantyhose…”Beaver Cheaters” we called them…hardly anymore views of garters, at least on younger girls. I still kept an eye on my favorite aunt but with the layout of their new house, spying was out unless I tried being a peeping tom…not worth getting caught. A terrible thing happened that year, my Uncle took sick and passed away within a few months. Aunt “T” was of course devastated always a worrier, her hair turned from nearly coal black to a shining silver in less than a year, but it was very becoming to her. This was the first time I had to deal with a passing of a relative …I stayed away from my aunt for awhile because I didn’t know how to react around her. My folks suggested I go to see her and offer to help out with chores. I was welcomed with a big hug as I offered to youwin giriş do yard work and some heavier chores. After a few weeks she was more at ease a a second ranch she and my uncle had bought sold, the remaining farm with the new house was rented out to a neighboring farmer, she found a job in town with the schools so things were going well despite her loss.The weeks turned to months, then years and she changed dramatically…she bought a new car, and most of all bought new clothes that began to show a figure hidden for many years. I made sure to compliment her too, that made her very happy. “I want to look nice, but who wants a middle-aged lady like me?” she stated. “Don’t sell yourself short, to begin with you have very shapely legs,” I said. “Oh really, you think so?” she questioned. “Yes, you look great in heels and I’ll bet you would look good in shorts too,” I offered. She hiked up her dress a little bit to reveal her thighs I hadn’t seen for years and stated, “if I didn’t have these darn spider veins, I would wear shorts.” I had to tell her “those veins just add to the mystery of your body, they are hardly noticeable anyways,” I encouraged. “I’m glad you think so anyhow,” she noted.We spent more and more time together visiting in her kitchen over snacks and coffee. She became interested in if I was involved with girls. She knew most of who I went to school with as we were a small community. I mentioned about some he asked about as to how they looked and were built. She then became really interested, moving her chair closer to me an asking if I had ever touched a girl or kissed one. I had to say no. She asked about bust lines, did I like large ones or smaller. I answered, “I think when it comes to that all are pretty and inviting. She had now crossed her legs and her foot rubbed my leg when she asked if I thought her somewhat modest bust was attractive. “Of course it is,” I said. She smiled like never before and patted my leg and promised I would see hers someday. When asked if she dated any since becoming widowed she answered, “I’ve been asked out a couple times, but I don’t need that and I don’t want a man to get sick on me again…less complicated, you know. Besides, everything I have is now paid for and the farm is doing OK, I don’t need a man, but maybe I might want one sometime.” She looked at me and winked. I felt a possibility a life-long dream me happen! About a week later when I got home from school Mom told me to go to Auntie’s as the workers had knocked the walnuts off the two trees in her barnyard. It was predicted to rain later that evening so she needed help picking them up. I was off like a bullet to go help. She was already picking up and hulling the nut when I arrived. The dress she had on I remembered from my early c***dhood …homemade, washed so many time it had no life to it…it hung loosely on her revealing a curvy body hidden for years. It was unfit for even being a dust rag. I went to work but watched her every move…the dress was even a little short revealing more leg than anything she wore. We didn’t talk as we were separated by some distance, but I watched as she carried her full buckets into the barn. Moving toward me I could see her modest bust move to and fro,,,walking past me I noticed the old dress even filled the crack separating the two hemispheres of of her shapely, swaying behind. I knew then that there were no clothes under the old rag of a dress…I started to get my hopes up as our conversations had become more personal and touching had become more lingering when we were close. Storm clouds had gathered in the couple hours of the chore and we finished just as a few drops began to fall. “Summer is over and youwin güvenilir mi Fall is here,” she stated. Inside the barn we stacked the boxes so the shells would dry for a few days. Auntie sat on a small backless bench and watched me finish up our chore. “Come sit,” she said. I complied, sitting down so I faced here instead of side by side. She stroked my face with her hand saying, “it is so nice to have your help here with things.” “Oh, I like helping and being around you,” I said, hoping to add some fuel to a warming relationship.“I can’t help but notice the old dress you are wearing, I remember it from long ago, it looks really worn out,” I stated. “It one of the first I made myself after marrying, I can’t throw it away…I usually clean inside the house with it as it is comfortable,” she said. I thought for a minute and decided to throw caution to the wind, “It must be quite comfortable as I think you have nothing on under it!” I blurted out. “I was wondering when you would notice that…do you see something you like? “ she asked. “Well, yes some missing buttons make you breast visible,” I offered. At that very moment she pulled the left side open and it slipped off her shoulder showing a beautifully shaped, slightly sagging B-cup breast. “Is that better,” she asked, “ go ahead and touch if you like.” she invited.Just like that, in a moment’s time I was touching her like I had thought and dreamed of for years. I ran my hand over the top of this beautiful, pale appendage, over the first nipple I saw up close …her arreola the size of a half-dollar with a g**** sized nipple growing stiff in the palm of my hand…my hand moved to the underside and cupped her breast in my hand. I could not fathom how something could hold its shape yet be so soft and supple to touch. She smiled approvingly at me and said, “I have two you know.” In an instant I slid the dress off her right shoulder exposing the matched pair. She made them shake a little while telling me how good it felt to have some one touch them and also suggested I kiss them which I did. I couldn’t just kiss her nipples, I had to open my mouth and suck also which brought her comment, “I was hoping you would do that…I miss it so. I was now feeling like I had never felt before, no day dream now! My right hand started to go up her dress…I wanted more! She stopped me there…”Please, not in the dusty old barn, please!” she begged. “I’m sorry..I just got carried away seeing and touching you,” I pleaded. I stood up slightly confused she she reached toward the front of my jeans and unzipped my fly and moved my briefs out of the way so my erection could stand proud. By now she had pulled her dress back over her shoulders and she stood up beside my and started to stroke me. “Oh, that feels so good touch you being so hard…her small hands made me look bigger than ever and it didn’t take long and I ejaculated onto the barn floor. “Gosh, you are powerful! Look at that mess on the floor, she exclaimed as I tried to keep standing on weakened knees. I was complemented on the slight upward curve of my erection too. When I was finally done Auntie produced a tissue out of a dress pocket and wiped away the last of my load. “Should I clean the floor?” I asked….”No, just let it stay there as a reminder of today,” she said as her arms wrapped around my waist as I tucked my tool back into my pants. After all those years, finally a sexual encounter…I really didn’t know what to think, would this be it. Or would there be more in escalation…I hoped so. I put my arm around her shoulder and said, “Well, that was sure fun.” She looked up at me and said,”It just the beginning you know.” “Fine with me,” I replied back. Just them we heard a car enter the driveway, we retreated into the shadows in the barn…just the power company meter reader…he did his thing and was gone.Daylight was fading, sprinkles of rain began to fall, we said good-bye and I pedaled home to beat the rain and darkness. Stay tuned, more to come.
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