Kitchen Island 01
So, hi there, I'm Tim, I'm just short of 21 and even though I will be still be short of 21 in two weeks when my father remarries, I plan on joining in with the toast and I don't see anyone interfering with that. And while we are on that subject, I mean, I'm an adult now, right, so, Sandra Stockdale will be my dad's wife or second wife more than a step mom to me, right? And I'm not even going to venture down the path of those 2nd or 3rd cousins either. I mean, that's all kids, stuff, right?
Now, having said all that, I have been considering the implications of what might happen between my dad's future second wife's sister and myself though, since we have enjoyed a playful relationship over the past two years. Nothing crazy, but playful and my searches on the internet actually produced some definitions that a step aunt is a real thing and with how people talk, right?
Oh, but let me pause for a moment because, come on, this will be a second marriage for both of them, it's a smaller event with an outdoor ceremony venue with a small reception in the rental hall afterwards and the whole thing involves only about fifty people, but there has already been an announcement party, a confirmation party, a registration party, two dress fitting parties, an upcoming rehearsal party and on and on and on! Sheesh. Not to mention the two boxes of stuff that I'm currently pointing at that contain signs and plaques and garnish that reaffirm love the second time around, reserve the first two rows of ceremony chairs for immediate family, plaques with provide little sayings that nobody will read as they walk up the green garnish rug, which by the way, is about the same color as grass and on and on and on! Sheesh. What a racket. I mean, seriously, I could furnish my apartment with what the wedding day nick knacks cost!
Anyways, back to my commitment of treating Susan Stockdale as a bona fide step aunt going forward. I guess. And by the way, playful just means playful. You know, a little giggling off the side, an accidental bump here and there and stuff like that.
And it all started the Saturday morning when I dropped off the boxes of absolutely ridiculous second time around nick knacks!
[A quick swooshing shift around the Kitchen Island to the left]
"Timmy...
[A quicker swooshing shifting around the Kitchen Island also to the left]
"Ahem, Susan, I have 21 in my sights, so, it's Tim now, okay?"
[A shuffle to the right around the Kitchen Island, followed by an even faster scuffle to the right]
"Oh, my bad, old man, so, Tim, what's the elephant in the room here then, hmm?"
"Okay, fine, Susan, I'm not old enough to fully understand what you mean by that then, so?"
[Shuffle, right, left, right, followed by a corresponding shuffle right, left, right]
"Alright, Tim, I believe that you're wondering if I'm actually wearing panties underneath of my long morning t-shirt and you're desperately trying to side step with me so that we end on the same side of my Kitchen Island for just long enough for you to figure that out for yourself since this is the first time that you saw me this close to being underdressed. Or you're here because, I mean, come on, Tim, it's been almost two weeks since you felt me up, so, you know, Tim, pick an elephant then."
[A lightning speed swoosh shifting around the Kitchen Island to the left]
"Hah! Susan..."
[Tries to speed shift to the left, but stumbles over feet and has to catch himself with both hands on the Kitchen Island counter top]
"Oops, ouch, I mean, hah, I choose answer C and if you don't provide me with three optional answers to choose from, then I win!"
[Stubbed toe, limps to the left around the Kitchen Island]
"Ah-hah! I knew it, Tim! Optional answer three was that you're worried that the pending wedding between your father and my sister will make me your step auntie and then you will feel weird about trying to figure out if you're ever going to win with me! We've been caught enough over the past two years playing hide the weenie at all of the family gatherings and events, so? Shuffle back, shift forward, go!"
[The back-and-forth shuffle game of cat and mouse around the Kitchen Island has slowed down]
"Ah-hah back at you, Susan!"
[Head bob fake right, feet shuffle left, fake head bob left, feet shuffle two steps along the Kitchen Island]
"I'm never calling to call Auntie Susan anyways! And we're finally alone, Susan, so why not play hide the weenie for real?"
[Fade right, shift back left, fade, fade right, shift back right, hold]
"Yeah, Tim? And where do you want to hide your weenie then, hmm? In my mouth or in my pussy? Which is barely covered this morning. And my ass is off limits."
[Side shuffle right, back step left, oops, side, side step left, front step right]
"Well, Susan, I mean, how does that step stuff work then, huh?"
[Oh, a mirror image scuffle to the opposing corners of the Kitchen Island, hold positions]
"Oh, um, Tim, mankind has a name and a title for literally everything, so there is a title of step auntie, but you and I are pretty far removed, so if you got me pregnant, I think the odds of our baby coming out with frog legs is very small, you know, teeny tiny small like the thong undies I'm wearing this morning! Zig, zag, side step, go!"
[Zig, zag, zig with a corresponding zag, zig, zag along the Kitchen Island]
"Hold still, Susan! We need to talk about this! And we need to talk about how a woman in skimpy undies is not so much different than a woman in bikini bottoms!"
[Shuffle right, left, right, scuffle left, right, left]
"Tim, my sister will be here soon to pick up the boxes of ridiculous wedding day nick knacks and we're wearing each out running around my Kitchen Island, so, let's call it a draw, okay? I mean, you do have me barefoot in the kitchen and that's more than anything we have done before, so?"
[Speed shift scuffle right, speed shift shuffle left, the Kitchen Island counter top has wear marks]
"Susan, at least lift your morning t-shirt and show me your tits!"
[Fake step left, shuffle right, scuffle right, slip slide left, counter shift right]
"We should wait for that Tim. I mean, in about five years my tits will be upper 40 something fat! Fat, fat, fat, fat!"
[Stumbles to the right, side steps to the left]