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Lena took him in without a second's thought. Her nephew, Niko Stranz had pleaded that he should stay with her, during the mayhem of the pandemic, a decision that she had found easy to reach. Niko was burdened enough with his work, completing his engineering Masters' degree at Regensburg University of Science and Technology. The lockdowns, and all that followed from that, were making it difficult for him to even exist and to think straight.
'I could do with the company,' Lena had chosen to admit. 'I won't get in the way of your studies...I can promise you that.'
'That's wonderful to hear, aunt...that I can stay with you. Being in the hall of residence is becoming to feel like a prison. I want some air!' She had loved to hear his captivating, deep, laugh even if it was followed by a significant pause. 'Is it really okay...after all that's happened?'
'Frans leaving me...your uncle leaving me, you mean?' Their home now echoed with the silences; her daughter rarely to be seen. She had chosen not to treat the family home as a base while they lived through the current nightmare.
'Yes...just that,' he had been heard to answer, chastened by her stern reply.
'Well it is, okay. So, come here whenever you can. Just ring me so that I know when to expect you.' She would have company to serve as a distraction. And her daughter, Katrin, would get to know her cousin a little better if she agreed to appear. The three of them rarely met, even if he was a student nearby. Well, all of that was soon to change.
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'Come in...come in!' she urged, the rain beating down on the porch roof as if a tropical storm had broken. The gusting wind carried drifts of rain that she saw glinting in the street lights beyond. She kissed his cheeks, Niko soon responding as he held her hand that she also offered in greeting. She felt small against his bulk.
His lean face was slicked with rain. Niko's hair stuck to his head, but she saw a vigorous and only to handsome young man before her again. He was tall and broad shouldered, and his jacket sodden and shaping him. How wonderful it felt to see; his square-jawed face wreathed in smiles.
'I'll soak the floor if I stand her much longer!' He shifted a valise with what Lena took to be his clothes, from one hand to the other. Before she could say anything a metal briefcase was put down onto the tiled hall floor. 'Have I ruined supper?'
'No...but go through there...into the laundry room and put on some dry clothes...'
'If I still have any,' he laughed. Niko considered her for a moment. 'You don't know what it means to be able to stay here with you. I can concentrate so much better in homely surroundings...'
Lena wondered if she could do the same with a handsome young man under her roof. She led the way to where she had spoken of, pulling on the light cord before the room was softly lit by a row of spotlights on a track.
'I'll get you a towel....' Niko watched her as she moved to open a door to a drying cupboard. Lena spoke in a flat tone of voice. 'Here...take it to your room when you've dried off and have changed. Supper's some home-made soup and crusty bread. I couldn't be sure when you'd be here, so I kept it simple.'
'That sounds fine, thank you,' he answered, with studied politeness, on taking the towel from her; moving to shove off his trainers. 'I really appreciate what you're doing...'
Lena pouted a soft smile. 'You don't have to keep telling me, Niko. It's no trouble and your mother will be happier knowing where you are. Besides...you'll be company for me.'
'We'll be company for each other...'
'True. Now, get out of those wet clothes. Your bedroom's on the top floor. You should have everything you need. If not, then tell me.'
Lena left him without another word being said. She had yet to tell her daughter, Katrin, that he was lodging with her. She wished to see how the arrangement worked out before she did that and, until then, she would live from day to day. It had been so since her marriage had fallen apart. Managing that had been enough to be getting on with, and not have any set too with Katrin. Dealing with her, and what her neighbours might say when they learnt of her changed living arrangements, would have to be confronted.
Right now, she craved company, however it was arranged or decided upon.

2
'It's okay, Janine,' she told her sister. 'I'm never in bed before twelve...twelve thirty.' Lena listened to her sister's questioning and the lack of communication from Niko. 'He's fine...I rarely see him myself except at mealtime in the evening. He manages to get into some campus buildings and do what is necessary. Your boy is diligent...and no trouble at all.'
She wished it was otherwise and that she could spend a little more time with him. Niko had asked her to go for a walk along the river, in the centre of town, earlier in the day. They had taken a thermos flask of hot chocolate and spent a couple of hours talking as they walked briskly muğla escort and to help him clear his head. They were hours for her to have attentive company.
'Yes...I'll tell him, Janine...and, yes...he is behaving himself and helping out. Don't fret, there's no need.' She had been sipping at a small glass of wine and was startled to feel him brush past her. She had not expected this at all. She had showered; had just managed to slip into a nightie before having to rush down the stairs and grab her iPhone as it trilled on the hall table. She'd forgotten to take it with her when she had gone upstairs and make ready for bed. 'Yes...you too. Bye...'
Niko could not help but give Lena, his aunt, no matter how he now felt, an appraising look. He delighted in her, was overcome by a sudden gnaw of aberrant longing for her, the woman with her distracted look back at him.
'Sorry, that I've caught you by surprise. I've been working late...and I have finished the first draft at long last!' He saw her hand tremble as the glass was put down on the worktop she had been standing by. 'Does the drink help?'
Lena suppressed a sudden rush of anger at his questioning of her.
'Yes, sometimes! I'm so wound up...about things...still,' she confessed on a breaking voice. 'I put off going to sleep. Your mother wants to hear from you and she.called just as I was getting ready. You could have gone to live with your parents again...it's not so far.'
'It is with all the hassle that goes along with it. I preferred to do this.' He spoke out certainly. 'I just hoped that you would agree...'
'And I have...and here we are.' She was dismayed by how that would sound.
To see him, now, and what he had again told her, was to wonder on what she had started; what she understood from meeting his look upon her. She had been in a rush to answer her phone, had not thought it necessary to put on a dressing gown.
Lena simply stood before him. She did not care how the ceiling downlighters might reveal her body to him through the thin fabric that was her nightdress. She had no need to offer any further explanation for her appearance. She turned to look his way and saw Niko's eyes narrow as if he was seeing her for the woman she was, for the first time.
Until that moment, he had never looked at Lena, his attractive aunt, in a desiring or sexual way. But now, on seeing how her nightdress shaped, and revealed to his gaze, her shapely body, he became hooked by her fulsome hour glass figure, fleshy thighs and the indolent tumble of her large breasts, their tips pressing against the bodice with its embroidered edges; her untrimmed, dark bush of hair drawing the eye, like a harbour beacon to an expectant seafarer.
'Well, it's late...' she blurted out, wondering how that would sound.
'I'm glad that you did agree that I should be here,' he said in a confiding voice. 'I've often wondered why...since I've been here with you.'
'Niko...what are you doing?'
One hand was now touching her throat as he stood close to her. 'We...neither of us needs to be alone...Lena. I can only imagine how it must be for you now...living alone here.'
'Can you really?' she retorted with biting sarcasm but saying it to allow herself time to understand how easy it would be to enjoy the dizzying fall that conceding to his questing caresses would bring. It seemed not to matter to him who she was, their family ties, and a strong, vigorous and handsome young man wanted her. He would coax her to abandon any restraint. Here was a young man who desired the body that he could glimpse through her nightdress, and the realisation of whom she was an added incitement to his lust for her.
'I see you as never before,' he said in a low voice, 'and it's just you and I...here.'
'If I'd known how you felt...'
She could not finish what she wanted to say. Instead, she met his first, slow kiss; shivered as his fingers slowly traced a path from her throat down over her breasts and belly and pressed into her; brazenly brushed the fabric of her nightdress over the coarse hair that was her bush. They lingered, then slowly traced a path over her crack; pressed into her rhythmically in slow, feather-light touches.
'Lothar!' Her hands gripped his arm but did not still their claims upon her. 'I never knew...'
'I...I want you...Lena.'
'I think I know that!' she laughed out, his words and touches devastating any remaining control, and restraint, that she had feebly clung to. Her lustful nephew wanted to take her to bed. 'I think we both need to do something about it...'
Her hands tugged on his T-shirt and; soon drew it over his body. She kissed his naked skin and sucked on his nipples as she fumbled for the button fastening of his jeans, her kisses and wanton touches inflaming his senses. She felt him shiver.
'Lena...Lena.'
'You started this!' she gasped as she felt his state of arousal. 'You're like this because of me?'
'Yes...I escort muğla know...how I know how it must look to you!' He tried to break free of her questing touches, felt her breasts cares his skin as she stood so very close to him.
'Don't resist me...not after what you have just done. Don't be shy, Niko...you wonder. What you've got is nothing that I haven't seen before.' She heard his soft gasp as her hands clamped on the bulge in his briefs. 'You're...you are strong and heavy...and I want all of it.'
Niko bent to kiss her in new ways for them, as lovers would.
She felt his penis stir in her questing hands; did not resist him as he pulled her nightdress up, over her body, before he embraced her. He kissed again, hungrily, her parted lips before she drew his head down to her breasts and felt him suckle upon them like a hungering babe, his fingers on her belly before moving to tug on her coarse hair. She clamped her hands on him, stroked his length to the very tip before she lightly rushed her thumbs over it.
'I...I want you! Want everything with you...now!' he gasped, on trying to still her claims upon him. They stood naked in her kitchen, claimed what could be touched and kissed, or sucked upon. 'I...I can't wait...Lena...you wonder.'
'We're alone...so don't worry, darling. What you feel and want from me is perfectly normal...between a man and woman. Forget who we are to each other...and take me to bed.'
Lena embraced him and felt his hands on her hips before Niko drew her against him. He lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist, met his hungering kisses once more and she squirmed as his fingers found her; parted slicked lips and entered her body and moved slowly.
She rose and fell on them, her moist heat gripping his fingers as the moved in slow questing caresses that opened the way to him.
'So strong! How can you do this?' She kissed his upturned face; shivered in response to his wayward searching claims on her body. 'How can we ever explain this...what is happening?'
'I can be here for you...and we live in crazy times...learn who we are,' he kissed, burying his face between her breasts, then moving to offer sucking caresses to their tips. 'You are not of my blood, so...so...so you are a woman to me...one whom I want to be with and love.'
He carried Lena into her bedroom, and they fell on the bed; squirmed as each sought what the other brought to their sight and touch; frantically pursued their raging, impetuous claims on each other.

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Only a bedside light was on.
Lena kissed him hungrily as she fumbled; sought to guide his long, bloated, arcing penis into her body; felt his fingers part her pussy lips and moaned through their kisses. She breath in quickening gasps as he entered and soon set a questing, sinuous, plunging and wrenching rhythm that stretched her until he could go no further, and their hips crashed against the other; the heat of their skins inflaming the senses.
She called out in gasps of encouragement; met his smiling look upon her before she wrapped her legs around his hips and started bucking wildly. She dragged on him as best as his movements allowed and as she wanted.
He slowed his pace and waited until she had calmed down and her panted efforts lessening, the grip of her fingers to his buttocks slowing him further but keeping him so deep in her wonderful body and her slicked, clamping heat.
Lena gazed up and into his wondering eyes. How she missed such a look upon her body. 'Lie down...lie down for me!'
Niko nodded. He chose to do as she asked and would be able to delight in the sway of her breasts and to take them in his mouth as she rode him; her words of pleasure on having him claimed so deep in her body expressed on gasps of renewed effort.
Lena looked down at him. She shivered in response to the featherlight caresses of his fingers over her body before they joined hers in caressing her pussy lips, or pricked the base of his shaft that had him lift his hips from the bed only for her to slam down on him.
'Oh...oh Jeez...Lena!'
His claims to her breasts were overwhelmed by the gnawing ache in his belly. He rose to embrace her even as he felt the urge to cum...to concede and allow his lust for her to erupt and fill her. She continued to tug on him; to move her hips as she gave her young lover no reprieve. She hungered for them to continue in their claims upon each other.
Lena heard his groans. 'Fill me, you darling...fill me! You feel wonderful...and so deep in me!'
That did it for him; her brazen demands only just heard before he burst and felt the tingling, spurting rushes as Lena's orgasm overwhelmed her. She leant forward and had him plug her as he bucked his hips and pursued his pleasure with fearsome thrusts of his feet on the bed, his hands gripping her hips to keep her impaled on him.
'You wonder...wonder!' he gasped, brushing his fingers through Lena's hair and meeting muğla escort bayan her soft smile of satisfaction before she lay down on him. 'May...may I stay here with you...in your bed, until morning?'
Lena pressed her lips to his mouth. He felt her smile.
'Do you really think that I'll let you go after that?' She kept him in her as they rolled over, and she drew his face to her breasts and shivered with pleasure as he offered sucking kisses upon them. Lena gloried in what he continued to do as their lust slowly ebbed away. 'How can I let you go when you make me feel like this?'
Niko wanted her, the company she offered and her slender, full-breasted body, the wondering look of his eyes and words of dismay, that she would concede to his wishes, replaced by wanton words of pleasure and encouragement. Whatever youthful imaginings he may have had of her, an older woman, had been made a glorious and astonishing reality.
She needed that reassurance.

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They had fucked throughout the night, their sleep interrupted by fevered claims that they made upon each other's aching bodies; to fall asleep, but their active minds and enervated skins knowing no reprieve until their destructive lust had finally run its course. They had taken each other out of their once ordered and settled ways, familial bonds stretched and refashioned.
Niko no longer felt the pressure of finishing his dissertation. The adjudicator would decide in the coming week if changes had to be made. So, they had time for each other.
He would work at considering the first steps that would be taken in pursuing an engineering career. Lena would knock on his door, late in the morning and say that a snack lunch was ready or suggest that they could go out for a walk, or cycle over paths through the woods that followed the course of the Danube. They would find the streets all but deserted, their words to each other muffled by a facemask. It would be torn away, stuffed in a pocket, when they were out of any one's sight. What had once been an improbable relationship had been made only too real yet controlled, when people were met.
Whenever they stopped, they could not keep their hands from each other. They had found companionship, a bond quite different from all that had gone before, the moments shared but a prelude to times spent in her bed. Breakfasts would be shared before he had left her to go to his studies; she to deal with all that had been shared so passionately and demandingly whenever she succumbed to him and his insatiable ways.
Her sister would never forgive her. She would never hear of what had arisen between them. How was she to find the words to explain it? She was having an affair with her nephew, his lust for her knowing no bounds and her dissolute responses confounding reality.
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Lena looked at him as he sat at the table, some lounge pants concealing all that he brought to her, his naked torso that of a vigorous and strong young man and his hair a dishevelled and captivating mess.
She brushed her fingers over his neck.
'It will end, my strong...and wild one. You know that don't you?'
'Yes,' she heard him sigh as Niko looked up at her, a hand caressing her thigh, under her thin nightdress. He delighted in her body once more and in the sway of her blonde hair cut in a bob that framed her slender face. He had been wasted by her passionate willingness to know of it again, only moments ago and here in her kitchen. Yes, he had felt wild for her again with lust vying with undoubted affection that he felt for the woman before him. 'I think of it too...how long can this continue...how we can keep it a secret.'
She felt a moment's touch to her belly before Niko left her.
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The answer came later that morning, close to lunch time. Katrin rang to announce that she wanted to stay in the family home, in spite of her parent's changed circumstances. Yes, she too wanted to live 'in glorious isolation...I can only bear so much of Peter's controlling ways,' she had announced. 'I hope that's okay with you. I know Niko's there too, but he's bookish...a swot.keeps to himself, so I hear.'
Lena had to smile on hearing that said.
'Yes, of course you can stay here, darling,' Lena felt obliged to say. The arrangement, then affair, with Niko confounded everything about what Katrin would think of her mother.
A passionate, dissolute, interlude was perhaps soon to be at an end.

5
Niko heard the doorbell's chimes echo through the house. Lena would open the door, he knew that, and he would only venture out of his room when he heard her knock. They had settled on this arrangement after their first night together.
He left the table that served as a desk and quietly opened his bedroom door. Voices could be heard, and he stepped out onto the landing. Lena spoke in her familiar, soft, understanding way.
'You know that you don't even have to ask, darling...the bed in your old room is always made up...in case you want to stay here with me.'
'Thanks. You'll be pleased to hear that Peter won't be coming here...so, we're alone in the house with Niko....hunky but studious Niko.'
He heard the silence, even felt it on hearing what Katrin had said and may have suggested was at play.