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Aunt Cecilia had lived alone until the day her sister died in she was forced to take in her sixteen year old nephew. She enjoyed living alone and was not offended by the term old maid or spinster, she enjoyed her job as a librarian and thought a good book and a hot coffee an enjoyable evening. At 43 she was still quite attractive but considered plain due to her glasses and the way she wore her hair tightly bunched up in a bun and also for her penchant for tweed skirts and sensible shoes. No freedom was giving to her nephew, he was not allowed out at night and spent his days as her apprentice at the library, where she kept him in the basement archiving an array of papers and books. She held a weekly book club with three of her friends, all of the same sort of personality and age as her, which her nephew, Tom, was forced to attend to their needs by bringing in refreshments etc, if he was not suitably employed doing such things, then he had to quietly stand in the corner and speak only when spoken to. It was on one such evening, when she came back from the shop, where she had just purchased some cream buns for the ladies of her book club that she noticed Tom was locked away in his bedroom.
It began when I was at a family get together on a hot summer day. All I saw was her thick thighs and massive breasts hanging out of her shirt. She had on cut-off denim shorts and a t-shirt. I gazed before she broke my attention by asking me to help with her luggage. Read On.
Rather than live in a dorm with older guys I volunteered for him to live with me since I live in an Ivy League town and live close enough to the school for him to easily travel to school. I am few years younger than my sister and few years older than Tom, my nephew, which I would soon share my small three-bedroom house with. Tom is a lot like my father, average height with great looks, southern manners, charm and an enchanting personality.