My aunt lived with her only daughter Maylynn. Everyone called her Lynn. She was 17 and good looking with shoulder length blond hair, cutely banged up front. She acted stuck up and barely deigned to speak civilly to me if even that; after all she was at least a year older than I was and consequently never had any time for the likes of me. They lived in a big rambling old house outside of town, something vaguely Victorian in style, with lots of rooms and stairways. It wasn't run down or anything, just a bit on the old side, well lived in and very homey. I was put up in a guest bedroom, down the hallway from Lynn's room. Aunt Josephine slept a floor above us.

A few days after I arrived, I was alone with my aunt for the afternoon. Lynn was off to town or somewhere on an errand. It was a hot day and aunt Josephine went up to her room for a nap. I wasn't all that tired so I just hung about the house, wandering from room to room, feeling bored and restless, half ready for something. What that something was, I had no idea until I took a peek inside of my cousin's bedroom.

It wasn't all that messy a room as teenager's rooms go. I should know. Her desk was piled high with books and papers, which I rapidly glanced through, not finding anything interesting or revealing. There were some clothes laid out on her bed and several pieces of underwear, white colored silk and satin, soft shiny things.

I really couldn't resist picking them up and holding them spread open with both hands, as if checking out their size. What I was doing was more like imagining them on my older cousin and then slowly removing them, one by one. I couldn't resist bringing them up to my nose and giving them a good smell, hoping for a whiff of something intimate. I inhaled thoroughly and rubbed them into my face. I believe I detected just a whisk of pussy, but it was probably more due to my imagination and wishful thinking than anything else.

It gave me a delicious thrill though just to be going through my cousin's private things, her undergarments particularly. I kept hold of her frilly panties in one hand while I opened up several of her drawers and peeked about inside. I was rather immersed so I didn't hear the door to the room open until my aunt was already inside. Of course she saw me down on my knees, Lynn's panties in my hand while I was rifling through a drawer.

"Find anything interesting nephew ?" I was startled by her voice and tried to stand up while closing the drawer. I must have looked like a burglar caught in the act.

"Gee ...no aunt Josephine, I was just ...ah ....looking for something I dropped ..." I lied.

"I'll bet. If anything it will be one of Lynn's bras." She looked me right in the eye. "Right ?"

"Oh, no ...not at all ....I was just ..." I didn't know what to say.

" ... just poking through her underclothes. Is that what you mean ?"

"Ah, well, ....not exactly aunt." I have never been very good at outright lying without extensive practice beforehand, and even then I can't give a good performance.

"Don't think you can take me for a fool, kiddo. I wasn't born yesterday." She looked pensive for a moment and I feared she was going to call my folks or send me back home. Or maybe even both. I later realized that she wasn't planning on doing any such thing and that her catching me red handed just made things easier for her. But I didn't know it at the time and was very concerned, not to say scared and embarrassed as hell.

She finally seemed to have made up her mind. "William, I'd like for you to come along with me. We're going to have to talk this thing out I'm afraid."

I was afraid of that, but didn't know what else to do but obey my aunt. Head hung low with my spirits even lower, I shuffled over to the door where aunt Josephine was waiting for me with outstretched hand.

"Why don't you give me whatever it is you've got in your pocket ?"

I looked down and saw a slip of white sticking out. I tried to pretend it was my handkerchief and stuffed it in rapidly.

She sighed and took hold of my shoulder. "Don't try and put anything over on your aunt. I've told you that once and won't do it again. Understand ?"

I hesitatingly nodded.

"Good. Now give me what you took from your cousin's drawer."

I suppose I could have tried to act the wiseguy and claim that I hadn't taken anything from Lynn's 'drawer'. I took it from her bed after all. But somehow I knew that wouldn't help me much. Instead I just meekly reached into my pocket and drew out the panties. I gingerly handed them to my aunt.

"Is there anything else you took ?"

I resolutely shook my head. "Honest aunt Josephine."

"I'm going to have to check through your pockets this time. If it turns out you're trying to have me on you're going to be sorry."

I wondered what I was going to be otherwise. Aunt Josephine didn't seem to be planning on letting this go by unnoticed.

"Really, there's nothing else from Lynn's room."

She went through both my pockets anyway. Thankfully there was nothing else of Lynn's in them. She carefully felt around and took out everything for inspection. With her hand stuffed down my pocket she couldn't help but brush against my prick. It was still stiff from my fooling around with Lynn's things and hadn't calmed down yet, even under my aunt's stern gaze. I was sure she was purposely looking me in the eye when she touched my prick through the pocket lining and gave it a gentle squeeze. I flinched, startled and bewildered at what she was doing. I thought I saw a hint of a smile but was too flustered to give it any serious thought.

Satisfied that I had nothing of Lynn's, she let me put it all back in. "Good. At least you've got enough sense not to lie when you've been found out. Now let's see if you got enough sense to cooperate with me while I figure out the best way to cure you of sneaking around in other people's rooms."

She took me by the shoulders and turned me around and out the door. Out in the hallway she grabbed my wrist and told me we were going up to her room. Meekly and fearfully I did as I was told.