The drive home was uneventful, except that I already missed being with Jenn. I pulled into the driveway just as my dad was loading a suitcase into his car.
"Where are you going? I just got here."
"Seattle. I'll be gone a couple of weeks."
"But Julie said you weren't leaving until next week. That's why I came now...so I could spend some time with you."
"Yeah, I know, son. This is all of a sudden. Everything got moved up and the corporate offices got their undies in a bundle and so I had to leave today. I'm actually flying but I'm leaving my car at a friend's place closer to the airport. Otherwise Julie has a two hour drive to drop me off and pick me up. If you're here in a couple of weeks still, we'll get together. In the meantime, take care of Julie. She's got some things she needs help with."
Dad and I walked into the house together so he could say goodbye to Julie, my stepmom. She acted surprised to see me, apparently thinking I would arrive in a few more days. She looked good. I hadn't seen her for a month or so, and she was tan and healthy looking. She gave Dad a final hug and kiss and we both waved goodbye as he drove off.
Once he was gone, Julie turned to me for a more formal greeting. "Sammy. It seems so long since I've seen you. How have you been? Come here and give me a hug."
Julie was about 8 years older than Jenn, but like her sister, she was attractive, but in a different way. Where Jenn was tiny and blonde, Julie was a slightly larger version, probably 5'6" and dark haired. Both women were buxom, but Jenn's breasts seemed especially huge, probably because the rest of her was so petite. Julie also had an ample bosom, but she was bigger everywhere. She had just a bit of middle aged spread going, although she appeared to have slimmed since I had last seen her.
She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that was tight enough to give credibility to her breasts. She opened her arms and I put down my things and gave her a hug. We stayed like that for some time.
"I'm so glad you are here, especially since your dad had to leave early. It would have been lonely here in this big house without a man to boss around." Julie looked up at me and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was just a motherly peck, but she had never kissed me on the mouth before and it took me by surprise.
"Oh, sorry. I got lipstick on you. Here...." She reached up and wiped my mouth with two fingers. "There, a little lipstick never hurt anyone anyway. Tell me all about how you and Jenn are doing. The last time I talked to her she seemed to indicate you were becoming fast friends. I'm jealous." Julie gave a little fake frown. She was still hugging me and I was aware of her big, soft boobs sticking into me, and I have to admit I was enjoying it.
Julie and I had never really bonded. I was 18 when she married my dad, so she was never really my "mother." We agreed from the get-go that I would call her Julie, and not Mom. And because I was away at college for much of that time, our relationship always seemed a bit distant. I liked her. She was smart, funny, and attractive, but I just never really felt close to her.
However, the previous summer when she figured out I was using her panties to masturbate and offered to provide me with clean ones instead of her used ones, I became too embarrassed to be around her for some time. Even joking about it embarrassed me to no end.
As an update, I gave her the white-washed version of my stay with Jenn. I had always referred to Jenn as Aunt Jenn, partly as a joke and partly out of my warped sense of humor. Jenn was actually my step aunt, but much younger than Julie so I just decided to crown her with the more formal title. But after sharing her bed and fucking her on a regular basis, "Aunt" Jenn, we both decided, had to go. However, for Julie's sake, I referred to her by the old name, hoping she would not guess that our relationship had transcended friendship. Jenn and I were lovers, and we were in love despite our age difference.
Julie and I sat in the kitchen with a beer for me and wine for her and caught up. I was impressed by how attentive she was. She was trying awfully hard to be nice to me, at least it seemed that way, touching me, laughing at my stupid jokes, and smiling non-stop. We had a nice dinner, watched a little tv, and then I headed off to my old room to read and go to bed early after my long drive.
"You remember where your room is Sammy?" she joked.
"I think so...right next to yours. I remember because you guys used to wake me up with your wild sexual escapades." I meant it as a joke, but Julie took me seriously for a second, before covering her mouth with her hand and giggling.
"Oh, shut up. If you heard us having sex you must have had a stethoscope, you perv." She kissed me goodnight and added another big hug. "So good to see you, Sammy. You're looking great. Life with my sister suits you." She squeezed my ass playfully. "G'night!"
That night I resurrected my old fantasy of Julie catching me jerking off and helping me by sucking my cock. I shot a huge wad into my sheets since I didn't have any tissues with me. I reminded myself I would need to wash them before she got to them.
After several days of staying busy with chores that my dad never seemed to get to, we both decided to recuperate and take it easy for a day. I had the yard trimmed and weeded, the gutters cleaned, the pool cleaned, and all the tools put away in the shed and garage.
I had talked to Jenn the night before and things were fine with her. We missed each other and chatted about the mundane events of the day, and we promised to talk again in a couple of days when we would have more to talk about. She thanked me for helping out her sister.