A Weekend with Auntie Brenda Ch. 01

"Auntie Brenda," I called, "Are you there?"

"Auntie Brenda...."

There was no reply. I slowly made my way through her home to the back door. This beautiful little thatched cottage has a surprisingly large garden and I knew that if my aunt was outside she wouldn't have been able to hear my calls.

Standing by the door I could indeed see her half way down the garden, gathering in her laundry. The sun was shining and there was a slight breeze making this the perfect English summer's afternoon.

I hadn't planned to arrive this early, in fact auntie Brenda wasn't expecting me until late in the evening but an earlier connecting train had been delayed allowing me to save almost four hours on my journey.

Auntie Brenda was my mothers older sister. She was nine years her senior but standing side by side they looked as though they could be twins. Not identical but you would have a very hard time trying to tell which was the elder. Both looked much younger than their true age, neither looked a day over 40 but today was Brenda's 53rd birthday.

I watched as she continued to gather in her laundry, oblivious to the fact that I was standing there. She is very slim, about five foot five inches tall and has all of the family traits, light red hair, blue eyes and virtually no breasts. Both my mother and I are built the same although I am about two inches shorter.

She took a bed sheet from the washing line and carefully folded it leaving just her underwear pegged to the cord that was knotted to a tree at either end. I was quite surprised by what I saw hanging there.

Not the frumpy undies that you would expect a woman of her age to wear but a range of delicate garments that I would feel excited having next to my skin.

I watched as she carefully removed them from the line, folding each garment and gently placing it into her old wicker basket. She moved a few steps further away and turned so that her back was to me and reached up to remove a particularly sexy pair of lacy panties. As she did so she stepped out of the shadow of a large apple tree and the sun shone through her light, short summer dress. As she reached up her body struck a pin sharp outline beneath her dress. She stood with her legs slightly apart and the shadow cast by the sun gave the appearance that she was naked beneath. Her slender legs met her tight round bottom perfectly. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of the shape that formed at the top of her legs. She really did have the body of a woman many years her junior. Her dress was so short I thought to myself that if she stretched any higher I would be able to see if she was indeed wearing any panties.

This vision of Brenda came as a bit of a shock to my system. I had never imagined her as anything other than sexless. I hadn't ever known her to have any special men friends. There certainly hadn't been an uncle in my lifetime although from what little snippets of information I had gathered during my eighteen years there was once a husband. What happened to him I had never been told. He had never knowingly been mentioned in my company and I had grown to realize that it would be unwise to ask any questions on the subject.

I found the sight of Brenda and her sexy undies a little bit of a turn on. With the sun revealing her bodily charms I had certainly seen her in a new light.

I continued to watch as she moved further down the line, each garment made her reach slightly higher as they progressed further from the ground. I wondered why she didn't take the line pole away so that they were easier to reach but was enjoying the sight too much to care.

She finally came to the last piece of her underwear, a rather gorgeous lacy black bra. Like all of the women in our family she didn't really need to wear a bra but I suppose she felt the same as I, although not really needed, a nice bra does feel nice against the skin. They certainly don't aid support because there is nothing in them to need supporting.

I watched as she made one last stretch to reach this garment and as she did so the hem of her dress rode up to reveal the slightest glimpse of a pair of lacy pink panties. So, she wasn't naked beneath her dress after all.

"Auntie Brenda" I called, "Hi, I'm here."

She swung round with all the agility of a young ballerina, her stretched legs rotating around the points of her tipped toes.

"Hello Suzi, sweetheart" she replied as she started to trot toward me, clutching the bra in her hand. "You're early, I wasn't expecting you until this evening."

She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek before giving me a big, loving hug. I put my arms around her and returned the welcome.

I told her the story of how I managed to catch an earlier connecting train and as she stepped away she took my hands into hers and instantly realized what she was holding.

"For me?" I jokingly asked, "You shouldn't have. It was my birthday last week and you have already given me my present."

We both laughed.

"And thank you," I continued, "It was really lovely."

"I'm glad you liked it so much. It was one of the prettiest necklaces I have seen and I thought that it would look perfect on you."

"It does look super. You always did have an eye for the most prettiest of things."

We walked to the cottage and Brenda told me she thought my coming to stay for a couple of weeks while my mum accompanied my dad to an interview in New Zealand was a wonderful idea. I had only finished school the previous day but would have the rest of the summer holiday to share with my parents. I had been invited to join them but I don't much like air travel. Anyway they haven't had a holiday on their own since I was born so as well as an opportunity for my dad to further his career they were going to use the trip as a second honeymoon.

Brenda helped me take my cases up to my room and we opened them on my bed. She opened the wardrobe doors and drawers in the bedside chest and asked if I wanted a hand to put my clothes away. I told her that would be nice and she started by taking my dresses and skirts from the big case.

"Oh, this is nice." she remarked as she took my favourite pink dress from the case. "It's almost transparent. I bet you have to be careful what you wear under this."

I took a pink bra and panties out of the other bag and told her that these were what went with the dress.

"Not as sexy as your undies." I told her and I'm sure she blushed a little but she didn't make any comment, she just smiled.

"It would look super on you." I told her, "You should try it on."

"It looks as though it would be very short on you," she replied, "It would look disgustingly so on me."

"I still think you should try it on." I said.

She smiled. "Maybe I will, later."

We put the rest of my clothes away and I made my way to the window and looked out over the garden where I had earlier seen Brenda gathering in her laundry.

"Such memories." I said. "I used to love coming here for my summer holidays. Gavin and I used to spend all of our days playing in that garden. I remember us both running around naked, splashing in the paddling pool that you used to have. Mind you I was only four or five then. I miss him so much."

Brenda stood behind me and put her arms tight around my waist and placed her chin on my shoulder.

"We all miss our little Gavin." she said. "We all miss him."

Gavin was my brother, eleven months younger than me. He had died of childhood leukemia when he was just ten years old. It seems like only yesterday he was with us, nowhere like the seven years that it really was.

Then Brenda surprised me.

Still with he arms around me she asked, "Do you still like playing in the garden naked? I remember we used to have the devil of a job getting the pair of you into clothes."

I turned. Brenda had a broad smile on her face.

"Auntie Brenda!" I exclaimed, "Fancy asking me that!"

"Well?" she asked.

I paused for a moment. "I don't get the chance any more." I answered. "It was okay in the old house. The gardens were secluded like this one but since we moved a couple of years ago we are now overlooked by the neighbours." I didn't really want to say much more but before I could change the subject she continued.

"It's okay, I know that your mum and dad liked to get unclothed when the weather was nice. That was why I was surprised when they moved to your present house with its lack of privacy. I just wondered if you shared their liking for nudity."

It was my turn to blush. Being ginger haired even the slightest blush looked bright red.

Brenda brushed her hand through my long hair and placed her palm on my cheek and lifted my face. She planted a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose.

"Sorry honey, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"That's okay. It's just that you caught me unawares. That was the last thing I was expecting you to ask me."

She smiled again, a sweet innocent smile.

"Well?" she said, after a long pause, "Are you going to answer my question. I'm curious. Aunties are allowed to be curious when it comes to their favourite nieces."

"But I'm your only niece." I answered.

"But you would always be my favourite, even if there were a dozen others. We are so alike you and I."

We looked at each other

"Well?"

"Yes I do like to be nude with the sun on my body. In fact I love it. But of course, that's all in the past now."

"It doesn't have to be. You are welcome to use the privacy of my garden if you want. Just let me know and I will keep away if you wish. Just be who you want to be these two weeks and do whatever you want to do."

I smiled to Brenda. "Thank you auntie."

"That's okay. I want you to enjoy your stay and if you want to walk round the garden naked and soak up the sun then feel free to do it. I promise that you won't be disturbed."

"What about you?" I asked.

"What about me what?"

"Do you like to feel the sun on your naked body?"

She laughed.

"Well, do you?"

"I haven't done that for years. But yes, I used to. Like you I loved it."

"Why don't you do it now? After all you've said that no one can see you in the garden."

"Well my love, in case you haven't noticed, I'm no longer a young girl. Fifty two, sorry fifty three year old women don't do that sort of thing. Mind you, if I were younger....."

"Well, If I do take you up on your offer then I hope you'll join me. It's so much nicer if you aren't doing it alone."

Brenda smiled. "We'll see."

Brenda walked out of the room saying that she would prepare tea and asked if I wanted a bath. I said that I would so she told me that she would run one.

I enjoyed my long soak. I had a bit of a neck ache after dozing off on the second train with my head at a funny angle. A couple of jolts as the coach passed over some points left me with a dull ache. I thought the soak in the bath might help, and it did, but I could still feel it. I knew that I would be alright after a good nights sleep in a comfortable bed.

We had a cold meat salad for tea and then Brenda suggested that we took a walk to the village pub for a drink or two to celebrate our birthdays. I gave her a present from myself, a small bone china cottage to add to her ever growing collection as well as a gift from my parents. I didn't know what it was only that it was in a small box tied up with a pink ribbon.

As we talked Brenda quite openly told me about her former husband, how he continually cheated on her and how my mum and dad comforted her in a very special way and how they gave her the support she needed to walk out on him. I wondered what she meant by them comforting her in a special way but decided to wait until later to ask her. It was a very sad story and I didn't interrupt her, I just let her tell me what she wanted to. She told me that she went to live with mum and dad for almost a year before she moved back to the village where she still lives now. After the divorce she was left with the cottage and a small sum of money and she invested this in a friends business venture that, after a few years payed off handsomely. She was now in a position where she could easily live off the profits of her investment.

"Suzi," she said as she brought yet another round of drinks to the table, "I have just realized that you haven't told me about any boyfriend. Do you have one?"

"Not at the moment." I told her.

I went on to tell her about Rob, my last, and if I was truthful my only real boyfriend. I told her that he kept pestering me to let him make love to me but I just didn't feel comfortable with the thought. Something deep inside told me that it wouldn't be right. I told her that I'm no prude but I didn't want to loose my virginity to him. I felt safe telling her. It was kind of strange but I have never been able to discuss things like that with anyone before. She felt more like an older sister than an aunt who was almost three times my age.

"Did he ever see you naked?" she asked.

"Auntie!" I replied. "What's with all the questions about me being naked?"

"Just the thought of him seeing your tight little body. He couldn't help but to get aroused if you were naked in front of him."

"No he didn't. He wanted to on many occasions but I always said no."

As I finished she went to get even more drink. We had started the evening drinking cola and fruit juice but by now had moved onto red wine. I thought we were about to receive our fifth but Brenda came to the table clutching two unopened bottles and announced that as it was nearing closing time we would take them with us and continue our little chat at home. When she said home I thought yes, her little cottage with its nice big garden really did feel like home.

We walked the few hundred yards idly chatting about the family and what would happen to me if mum and dad did move to New Zealand. I told her that I hadn't made up my mind if I would join them. The job was only for five years and they had said that they would be keeping the house for when they returned. If dad did get the job the wages and end of job bonus were such that he could retire at the end of the contract.

It didn't take us long to reach the front door and after a few seconds of fumbling in her handbag Brenda found her keys and we entered.

The evening was warm and I was wearing a short skirt and blouse. Brenda was in a light summer dress similar to the one she was wearing when I arrived but much longer. This one fell to well below her knees.

Her hair is a slightly darker red than mine and she has it cut quite short, where I wear mine long. It flows well over my shoulders. I had often contemplated having mine cut and styled like Brenda's. I thought it looked quite sexy but at the same time I loved my long hair.

I sat on a foot stool which was pushed against the wall and eased my shoes off while Brenda went to the kitchen to get some glasses. When she returned she switched off the main light and using the light from the hallway she made her way to a big armchair opposite me and switched on a small lamp on the table beside. She then returned to the hallway and switched off that light. She closed the door and made her way back to the chair.

She had placed the bottles of wine and the glasses on the table beside the lamp and then proceeded to open a bottle standing between myself and the lamp. The light shone through her dress as the sun had during the afternoon and again I could see the outline of her body. I felt a slight twinge as she stood there facing me trying to uncork the bottle while, for some reason I was trying to focus on the shadow that the light was revealing.

In too short a time she had opened the bottle and filled two large glasses. Passing one to me she then picked up the other and sat in her chair.

Over a couple of glasses we chatted about my family and the last couple of holidays that we had spent in France. Along the way I let slip that mum and dad had chosen the place we stayed because there was a nudist beach close by and we had the chance to sunbathe naked. Brenda quickly picked up on this and she loved talking about it.

She had surprised me a few times during the day and evening but she was about to shock me.

"Is your daddy's cock still nice and juicy?" she asked.

"Pardon?" I replied, sure that I had heard her wrong.

"Is your daddy's cock still nice and juicy?" she repeated, leaning to fill my glass again. As she leaned over I could see down the front of her dress. My heart skipped a beat.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed." she continued. "If you've been on a nudist beach with him you couldn't help but notice it, it's so big. It must keep mummy happy on a lonely winters night." Then she laughed. "And when it's erect I'm surprised it will fit in mummy's mouth, let alone her pussy."

I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Excited but uncomfortable. For some reason I could feel my nipples harden a little. Oh yes, I had noticed daddy's big fat cock I thought to myself, and I had to agree that is did seem enormous when he had an erection. I remembered the day when I walked in on them when they were making love. They were in a sixty-nine and mum had his manhood right in her mouth. They were so involved they didn't notice me and I made a hasty retreat to my bedroom. I lay on my bed and played with myself, thinking of them downstairs before my thoughts turned to imagining myself joining in with them. How I would love mum to kiss my pussy.

"I think both your mum and your dad have beautiful bodies and you my darling take after your mum. When she was your age her body was just like yours."

She looked me in the eye and continued, "Doesn't it excite you to see daddy with an erection? Don't you just want to go over to him and take it in your hands and feel it swelling, and to slowly move them up and down his shaft and watch the reaction on his face. "

Brenda could see that I was uncomfortable with the path the conversation had taken.

"Sorry sweetheart." she said. "Let me change the subject."

And she did. We talked for a while about what she had been doing in the two years that we had last met. She told me a lot about Molly, her friend who lived a few doors away. She had moved into the village eighteen months previously and they had become quite good friends. She had just turned twenty and like Brenda was single. They had become such close friends that they were planning on going on holiday together at the end of summer.

I sipped the last of my wine from my glass and held it out to Brenda for a re-fill only to discover that we had consumed both bottles.

"Not to worry, I've got another bottle in the kitchen." she said, as she left the room. Considering how much we had drunk that evening she walked remarkably straight. Although I was feeling slightly light headed I wanted more. During the few seconds before she returned with another, larger bottle I thought about what she had said a little earlier, about my dad having an erection and remembered the other time a few months back when I came home early and saw both he and mum naked on their bed. He lay on his back and she was sitting beside him with his enormous erection in her hands, very slowly masturbating him. He reached out with his hand and she lifted her bottom from the bed and he placed it beneath her, cupping her pussy. He started caressing it before she lifted herself up slightly and I saw him slip a couple of his fingers inside her. She started to slowly raise and lower herself over his fingers. At that point I again left before I was discovered and crept to my bedroom where I lay on my own bed, removed my knickers and had a nice long play with myself.

Brenda returned to the room with the wine, opened it and filled our glasses.

I sat back and leaned against the wall. I realized that my knees were parted and when I looked up at Brenda I noticed she was looking straight up my skirt. Normally I would have been shocked and would have closed my legs but the thought of her looking at my panties made me feel warm. I don't know if it was the drink, I suppose it must have been, but I found myself parting my knees a little further. I was feeling so warm that I undid the top two buttons of my blouse.