All characters are over the age of 18.
A LITTLE TRIP Part 2
Five weeks... FIVE!! WEEKS!!
I've watched my aunt avoid me for the last five weeks. She would try to act normal when mom was around, so not very often with mom working so much. When we are home together, she would make sure to sit as far from me as possible, wear frumpy clothes and often just stay in my room and have the door locked. I felt... frustrated and ashamed of myself. It shouldn't have happened, but it was literally the most intense and wonderful feeling I'd ever had. At the same time, I thought about what mom would think about what we did.
This is some serious bullshit. It's not like I'm in love with her. I love her sure, but I'm not in love with Barbie. She's too flighty and selfish. Her only concern seems to be getting out of this town and using someone else to get it done. The three of us could have stayed to together and saved money to move, but that thought never seems to have occurred to her.
My hormones don't seem to give a shit though. I was about to hump a hole into a couch cushion each night since that little trip. It was all I could do to not let it affect my job. I have a good reputation to keep up. I've always done my best at work even though there wasn't much chance of advancement. My boss, George Harris, thinks highly of me and says frequently that I deserve something better than a shitty evening job at a convenience store.
Aunt Barbie did love us though. I know that. Barbie and I are both concerned about my mom. I've heard them talking at night in mom's room while I was supposed to be asleep in the living room.
"Tiff, you really need to find a way to not work so much. It's killing you."
"I know, but how? If Bobby wasn't helping... I'm not even sure I'd make it. We can't save any money. We don't get any non-essentials at all! No cell phones, cable, new car, flat screen TVs or internet! What else can we cut from our lives to save money?"
"I wish I knew, Tiff. At least, find yourself a man. Get laid!"
"Getting laid is what cost me my education and my youth."
"I'm not trying to be insensitive, but that can't really happen again." Mom lost her ability to have children after having me when she was only 15.
I heard mom crying. Maybe she wanted another child? I felt terrible. I know it wasn't my fault, but it didn't change how I felt. I wish I could help my mom have a real life.
"I'm sorry Tiff. I wasn't trying to hurt you, but I really think you need to get laid. Just for the stress relief if nothing else. You are wound up so tight that you're about to snap! What good are you going to do for yourself or Bobby if that happens?"
"I'll think about it."
Aunt Barbie came back one evening very excited. Mom wasn't home.
"Bobby! Guess what?!"
"What's going on?"
"Ron asked me to come back to him! I can't believe it!"
"Oh. So, you're going to move back in with him?"
"Yes! And not only that, but he is going to move to Phoenix in a few weeks! He wants me to go with him!"
"Oh. I'm happy for you. Does mom know yet?"
"No, I didn't want to bother her at work. You don't seem too excited though. You're going to get your room back."
"I know, but you'll be gone, and mom is going to be upset. She'll be excited for you, but she's going to be sad too. I'll miss you too."
"Oh sweety! I know, but I will only be a couple of hours travel away!"
"I suppose, but we can't afford to go out there very often and you'll be busy."
"Oh sweety, I will make time for you."
I just gave her a look that I'm sure conveyed by skepticism.
"Don't give me that look! Ok! I'll do my very best to make time for you!"
"Ok, but I won't hold my breath."
"Hey now! You be nice!"
"You haven't really given me much chance to be nice lately."
"Is that what this is about? Did I leave that big of an immersion on you?"
"HELL YES!" She went into a full belly laugh. It took her a few minutes to get herself under control. "It's not that funny."
"I'm sorry Bobby. I know it was your first time, but we can't have that together."
"I know Barbie, but it is difficult not to think about it."
She seemed to take a moment to think about things. I was curious about what was going through her mind. "I know we were never a thing, but how about we pretend we were and have some breakup sex? Would that make you feel better?"
My dick started to rise. "Really?"
"Yes, but this is the last time. I'm not going to drive two hours to make you feel better each time you need to..."
"Yes, I get it!"
She giggled. "You're going to 'get it'. At least, if that's what you want. Your mom won't be home for over five hours. We can take our time." A big smile spread across her face. "How many times do you think you can get the job done in that time?"
My smile matched her own. "I have no clue, but I'm willing to find out!"
"I bet you are! Ok big boy, but I mean it! This is it! No more after that. I'm with Ron now and I'm not juggling a relationship with my nephew!"