House Guest by Ron Dawes Page B

off and get ready for
dinner.”
    Rick said, “Let’s just eat outside tonight.
It’s pleasant enough. We can just put on our t-shirts when it’s
time to eat.”
    Suzi’s cheeks flushed a bit as she glared at
Rick, but she said nothing. Poking her head out the door a bit
later, she asked Rick to start the grill.
    “Sure thing, honey,” he said, chuckling to
himself.
    Tommy got up and, putting on his t-shirt, he
asked, “Anything I can do to help, Uncle?”
    “Nah, I got it. Just relax.”
    “This sure is nice of you, Uncle Rick. I
appreciate the hospitality.”
    “We’ve enjoyed it. It’s a bit quiet around
here, with our boys grown and gone. Say, do you play golf?”
    “I like to, but I’m not very good. And I
can’t afford to play anywhere but the muni courses, and they’re
always full.”
    “Well, if you don’t mind playing with an old
geezer, I’d love to have the company. I’ll pay. You want to play
tomorrow afternoon?”
    “Sure, I’ve got no plans. My parents made me
promise to go to church on Sunday morning, but I’m free in the
PM.”
    After dinner, Tommy insisted on helping Suzi
clean up, wearing the skimpy swimsuit. Suzi tried desperately to
avert her eyes, but it seemed that no matter what she did she was
looking at the long, thick lump in his suit. She was very
uncomfortable with the situation, but surprisingly, she was more
aroused than she could remember being in a while.
    That evening, after Tommy left, Suzi said,
“Well, that’s a very nice boy.”
    “Uh huh,” Rick said as he flipped through the
channels on TV.
    “What did you think?” she pressed.
    “He was a very nice boy. I’m looking forward
to spending time with him, now that our own boys are gone. I’ll
invite him over to dinner again tomorrow after we golf, if that’s
okay with you.”
    Rick could see that she was still struggling
with the image of his tight shorts, but she couldn’t bring herself
to say anything, and Rick was enjoying it too much to help her out.
She suspected that he knew how uncomfortable those shorts had made
her, but she wasn’t sure, and she didn’t want to discuss it.
     
    When the men got back from their golf game,
they saw Suzi in the back yard, sunning and talking on her phone.
Sunday afternoon was the time when she always called her sister,
and they could talk for hours.
    “Say, let’s get our suits on and go cool off
in the pool,” Rick suggested.
    “Okay,” Tommy said. “I didn’t remember to
bring a suit though, so I’ll have to borrow the one from
yesterday.
    “That’s no problem,” Rick said, inwardly
chuckling.
    Rick waited for Tommy to come out of the
bathroom and they went into the back yard together. Once again, the
tight suit plastered Tommy’s penis against his inner thigh. It was
slightly less obvious when it was dry.
    They walked up to Suzi just as she was saying
goodbye to her sister. Hearing them, she turned just as they got to
her. The first thing she saw was Tommy’s crotch, less than a foot
from her face.
    “Hello, Aunt Suzi,” he said.
    “Hello, honey,” Rick said, leaning over to
kiss her.
    Her face flushed a crimson red as she gazed
at the boy’s long penis. It strained at the leg of his tight
suit.
    “Did you have a nice day,” Rick said.
    She said nothing, and he could see her
tremble slightly.
    “Come on,” Rick said to Tommy. “Let’s go cool
off.”
    With a running start, he hurled himself into
the pool, making a big splash, with Tommy close behind.
    “Come on in, honey,” Rick said.
    Now that Tommy’s crotch was out of sight,
under water, she began to compose herself. She had been sitting in
the sun for over an hour and a half without cooling off in the
water, so she was very hot.
    “Okay,” she said. “But no splashing.”
    “We promise,” Rick said. “Right, Tommy?”
    “We promise.”
    Suzi grabbed her float and eased onto it,
making sure not to splash her hair or face. She was lying on her
back on the float, her feet and