PublicNudity/a form fitting sweater dress
The sweater dress was undoubtedly the best choice. Not only did it cover all the goods with ease but it was also comfy as hell. During the winter you'll sometimes break from routine and actually throw it on so you can get extra cozy on the couch.
Snatching the dress from your closet you quickly throw it on over yourself, slide your arms through the wrist length sleeves, pill your hair out of the turtleneck collar, and tug the hem down to smooth it out. It was comfortably sung on you, emphasizing your natural curves quite nicely while the hem ending at mid-thigh helped draw attention to your long and shapely legs.
Not wanting to waist time you throw on some socks and a pair of boots that reach just above you knee and complement your dress nicely. You grab your purse, small and simple with a long strap, from the closet and close everything up as you make your way back to the kitchen. You grab your phone from the counter and stare longingly at the coffee pot of a brief moment before leaving it behind. Once at the door you grab your keys from a small bowl on a nearby table, exit the apartment and make sure the door's locked before moving on.
Your apartment was the second last door on one end of the third floor in a four story building. The entire building had a U shape to it so you have to go down the hall, around a corner and halfway down that hall to reach the elevators, otherwise both corners also had the emergency stairs. With the hurry you were in this morning you decided on the stairs, and as you descended the stairs your bra-less state became much more apparent as each step taken caused a sizable bounce in your breasts. Your sweater helped constrain them a bit, but the movement was still quite noticeable.
Several flights and one slightly sore chest later you arrived at the underground parking garage beneath the building, one of several amenities provided to residents, and quickly make your way to your car. It's not anything special, just an average four door car painted a nice dark red with a simple black and grey interior. You hop inside, quickly straighten your hair in the rear view mirror, and waste no time in starting it up and making your way outside.
As you pull onto the road it feels like the world around you is still asleep. Barely any cars on the road, no early morning joggers, and clouds covering the sky as if to tell people to go back inside and get in bed. The effect is so strong on you that you need to crack your window and let the cool, crisp air of a late summer's morning wake you up.
You really wish you grabbed that coffee.
With it being such a quiet start to the day you run into no traffic on the roads and make it to the highway while only hitting a few red lights along the way. You take a quick glace at the radio's clock. Tyler is a night owl from what Mary's told you, and he was perfectly fine taking a flight in the early hours of the morning since there would be less passengers clogging the process and he could just sleep on the plane if need be. You were going to be playing it close if you could get there without making him wait originally, but now that you're running behind you'll be lucky to get there in time.
Soon you pull off the highway at the airport exit and make your way to the terminal, passing by more and more shuttle buses and secured parking lots the closer you get. Before you know it you arrive at the terminal and there, leaning against a pillar next to his bags with his head back and eyes closed was Tyler, seemingly enjoying the morning air.
As you get closer you can make out more features, even from inside the car. Unlike the dark locks of you and your sister, Tyler had inherited his father's dirty blonde hair that was kept cut short, and although you couldn't see them you remember how his eyes are actually a slate grey color, something his maternal grandfather has always claimed came from him.
In everything else, physical and otherwise, he tended to be very well rounded from what you've been told. A solid build, but not bulging with muscle. Smart in school, but not to the point of honors courses. Is neither a loner nor the center of attention, but is easy to get along with otherwise. He was a member of the swimming team back home and often jogged with his friends to keep in shape, but otherwise he often spent his time like you'd expect a 15, almost 16, year old boy to, hanging with friends or gaming with them online.
Pulling up to the curb you step out and walk towards him, taking a quick look around to see that you're alone.
"Well well, and who might this handsome young man standing all by himself be?"
Tyler jumps in surprise and looks around frantically before his eyes settle on you and your smirking face, his shoulders sagging as he sighs in relief.
"Jeez, Aunt Megan, where'd you come from? And did you really have to say that?" he asked, a slight blush covering his cheeks.
"Hey at least I made sure nobody else was around," you say, then hold out your arms. "Now come and give your favorite aunt a hug!"
Tyler smiles he walks over to you. You can see now that he's the same height as you at the moment, but he'll undoubtedly grow taller.
"You're my only aunt, remember?"
He reaches you and you both wrap your arms around each other in a rather weak embrace.
"Aren't you a swimmer? Surely you have more muscle than this!"
"Oh is that how it's gonna be?"
Before you know it he squeezes you tightly and leans back, your feet leaving the ground as you let out a surprised squeal at unexpectedly being lifted up. You hold onto his back tighter until he sets you back down, the both of you laughing, and give him another, more heartfelt hug.
However, as you do so you feel something brush up against your leg. It doesn't take you long to figure out what it is though, and suddenly you become very keenly aware of just how much your boobs are being pressed against your nephew's chest. It seems he's noticed too as his hip suddenly shift away from you and a moment later he pulls out of the hug completely, looking around the terminal and trying to seem casual even as his face blushes once again. He may be your nephew, but you can't help but feel flattered a little, after all he is the first guy you've managed to turn on in a long time.
Besides, his reaction is kind of cute.
"Well, enough standing around, let's get your stuff in the car," you say to change the subject.
"No it's fine, I can carry them. I just need you to get the trunk."
He quickly goes and picks up his bags, a large backpack and two larger bags under each arm. You do as he asks and move to open the trunk for him and watch as he effortlessly loads up the heavy bags.
"Sorry if I had to make you wait, Ty, I overslept a bit."
"It's fine, let's just say you own me," he says with a sly grin on his face as he throws in the last bag.
You just smile and shake your head as you close the trunk and the two of you get in the car.
"So Aunt Megan, we heading to your place then?"
You turn towards Tyler.
"Our place, you're gonna be here for a year at least so think of it as your home for too, okay?"
"Okay, our home it is. So is that where we're going?"
"Well..."