Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
I’m Kris, sixteen and built like a goddamn Greek god. My abs are carved from stone, and let’s just say the rumors about my twelve-inch beast aren’t exaggerated. I’ve got my eyes on a forbidden prize—my Aunt Karen. She’s my mom Kathy’s younger sister, fifty-eight, with fiery red hair that cascades down her back and a rack so massive it could stop traffic. She’s been tied to Uncle Ron for forty years, popped out three kids, and still looks like she could command a room with a single glance. I’ve seen the way her emerald eyes linger on me when she thinks no one’s watching. She’s no wilting flower; she’s a woman who knows what she wants, and I’m betting I can make her want me.
It’s a scorching summer afternoon at the family barbecue, the air thick with the smell of grilled meat and tension. I’m in a tight white tee, showing off every ripple of muscle, and a pair of shorts that don’t leave much to the imagination. Karen’s across the yard, sipping lemonade in a sundress that hugs her curves like a lover. Her husband Ron is droning on about golf to my mom, oblivious to the storm brewing between me and his wife.
I saunter over, grabbing a beer from the cooler even though I’m underage—rules are for suckers. Karen’s eyes flick to me, sharp and assessing, as I pop the cap with a smirk. ‘Hey, Aunt Karen,’ I drawl, leaning against the picnic table so my biceps flex just right. ‘You look like you’re melting out here. Need me to fan you down?’
She arches a brow, her lips curling into a wicked smile. ‘Careful, Kris. You’re playing with fire, and I’ve been known to burn.’ Her voice is low, husky, sending a jolt straight to my groin.
‘Maybe I like the heat,’ I shoot back, taking a long swig of beer, letting a drop roll down my chin. Her gaze follows it, and I see her throat bob as she swallows hard. ‘Bet I can handle a little scorch.’
Karen laughs, a rich, throaty sound that makes my blood pound. ‘You’re cocky, kid. Think you’ve got what it takes to keep up with a woman who’s been around the block?’ She steps closer, her scent—jasmine and something darker—wrapping around me like a vise.
‘Oh, I’ve got plenty to offer,’ I say, lowering my voice to a growl. ‘Why don’t you test me? See if I’m all talk.’ My eyes drop to her cleavage, unapologetic, and I catch the faintest flush on her cheeks. She’s not backing down, though. She’s a predator, and I’m her prey—or maybe it’s the other way around.
‘You’ve got a mouth on you,’ she purrs, her hand brushing my arm as she reaches for another lemonade, the touch electric. ‘But I don’t play games with boys. You’d better be ready to back up that bravado.’
‘Name the time and place, Aunt Karen,’ I challenge, stepping into her space, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her. ‘I’ll show you I’m no boy. I’m all man, and I’m hard just thinking about proving it.’
Her breath catches, just for a split second, before she regains control. ‘You’re trouble,’ she murmurs, her eyes glinting with something dangerous and hungry. ‘Meet me in the guest house in ten minutes. Let’s see if you can walk the walk.’
My pulse hammers as she turns, her hips swaying with purpose as she heads toward the small guest house at the edge of the property. I’m already half-hard, my cock straining against my shorts, and I know this is it—the moment I’ve been fantasizing about. I down the rest of my beer, the cold liquid doing nothing to cool the fire in my veins, and follow her, ready to dive into the inferno.
As I slip through the door of the guest house, the air is thick with anticipation. Karen’s there, leaning against the counter, her sundress hiked up just enough to show a glimpse of thigh. ‘Lock the door,’ she commands, her voice sharp and dripping with authority. I obey, the click echoing like a gunshot. She steps forward, her gaze locked on mine, and I know we’re about to cross a line there’s no coming back from. My hands itch to grab her, to feel that lush body under me, to make her pant and sweat as I drive into her. I’m horny as hell, and I can see the same raw need mirrored in her eyes. This is going to be explosive.
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