All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
The summer of his eighteenth birthday was a memorable one for Brad Winston. That was the summer that his aunt Laura came to visit.
Laura was two years older than his mother Amanda. But despite their age difference they could have passed for twins. They were both blonde and attractive. In fact Brad's friends had told him more than once that they thought his mother was 'hot'. It wasn't the sort of thing Brad paid much attention to. He had laughed though the time his father remarked to his mother that he wished she had her sister's boobs. Laura and Amanda were the only two children in their family and so they were close in many ways. But they were also very different.
Amanda, being the baby of the family, probably got more attention as the two sisters were growing up. Laura was always the free spirit, the adventurous one, the one who was always getting into trouble.
Amanda was the model student, the focused one, the one who went to college and planned to work in a doctor's office. The only hiccough came when she got pregnant in her final year, married her college sweetheart and became a 'stay at home' mom. Bradley came along eight months later.
By contrast, Laura had a seemingly endless stream of boyfriends. Typically she'd get into a serious relationship that lasted about a year and a half or two and then she'd dump the guy and move on to someone new.
During all the years that Amanda was bringing up Bradley, Laura was bringing home one boyfriend after another until her father finally gave up even trying to remember their names.
Finally, when Brad was fifteen, Laura found Lance, someone who she decided was 'Mister Right'. After a very short engagement she married him.
It was a very quiet wedding, just the immediate family of the bride and groom at Brad's parents' home. A couple of weeks later there was a big party, a kind of reception for extended family and friends. It was a hot summer night and Brad could still vaguely remember there were a lot of naked bodies whooping around in the swimming pool in the wee small hours of the morning.
Now it was three years later and all of a sudden Laura had come to stay at her sister's for an unspecified length of time. Something was not right between her and Lance. They had agreed on a sort of a trial separation.
Brad wasn't really all that interested in his aunt's marital problems. The thing that did bother him was that he had to give up his room and move to the basement for the 'as yet to be determined' length of her stay.
When he protested about this unfair dislocation, his mother looked disappointed in him and asked him if he wasn't willing to make even this tiny sacrifice for his poor aunt in this difficult time for her.
Brad realized that he couldn't win this one so he grudgingly moved his necessities down into the basement and prayed that Laura and Lance would soon get back together.
When Laura arrived everything seemed fine. She had always been Brad's favourite, if only, aunt. There were no obvious signs that she was upset although she and his mother did tend to linger over the dishes after dinner.
Brad would come and go and his mother and Laura would be at the sink or at the kitchen table, talking and talking. There seemed to be no end to it. What he didn't know was that, though Laura was talking about her marital woes, Amanda was expressing her concerns that Brad wasn't seeing anyone, had never had a real girl friend and to the best of her knowledge was still a virgin. She didn't think this was healthy.
Brad would have been mortified if he knew his mother was talking about him like that to his aunt. But Amanda was careful not to say anything in front of him.
When Brad asked his father what the problem with aunt Laura was, his father would only say that someone apparently had been cheating on someone. When Brad asked who was cheating on who, his father said that that depended on who you talked to. According to Laura it was Lance. According to Lance, it was Laura. When Brad asked his father who he believed, his father said he really didn't know but that he could tell some stories about his sister-in-law. This remark was accompanied by a tilt of the head and a knowing wink that suggested to Brad that his aunt might somehow be the author of her own marital demise.
Regardless of what was going on Brad had his own life to lead. He was pleasant to his aunt and she always asked him what was going on with him when she saw him. But for the most part they didn't spend a lot of time in each other's company.
The second weekend of Laura's unexpected visit, Brad's parents were away. They had planned a weekend visit to the wine country with some friends that they couldn't get out of. Laura and Brad were home alone but each had their own plans for Saturday night.
Brad was going out with his buddy Glen to a 'country and western' bar that was bringing in a popular local band. Apparently a lot of the really hot girls at school were into this band and would probably be there.
Laura was going out with some friends from the insurance company where she worked. He really didn't pay much attention to what she said they were doing.
Brad went over to Glen's before they went out. They had a couple of beers and played 'Call of Duty'. By the time they got to the club about 10:00 things were really hopping. It took them ten minutes just to get up to the bar and get a beer. Forget about getting a seat.
But a quick look around suggested that the intel about the babes had been accurate. There were a lot of hot chicks hanging around in groups of threes and fours. Most of the available guys seemed to have been dragged out on the dance floor where they were enthusiastically, if not expertly, stomping and two stepping, trying not to embarrass themselves in front of their more competent girl friends.
Brad and Glen picked out a couple of guys who were really struggling to keep up and started a running dialogue making fun of them. This kept them entertained for quite a while.
Eventually though they both noticed a couple of truly gorgeous girls who were dancing, surrounded by a knot of hungrily circling men. One of them was very tall with straight black hair that was hanging down below her shoulders. Brad thought she looked like she was just about his age. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans that she must have spray painted on. In stiletto heels it looked like her legs went up to her shoulders. She had the most amazing melon shaped breasts that were threatening to jiggle free at any moment from the tight white tank top she was wearing.
The other girl was blonde. Her shapely legs were bare above her cowboy boots and beneath the little denim skirt she had on. She was also wearing a cream coloured satin shirt that had a bucking bronco embroidered on it in red. She had a little bandana tied around her neck below which three or four buttons of her blouse were undone. Although she wasn't as statuesque as her friend, there was no shortage of men who weren't enjoying the generous display of cleavage that she had on display.
The girls had on cowboy hats that they had 'borrowed' from a couple of the men. They were both getting a lot of attention as they strutted and spun in time to the music. It was impossible to tell which of the men surrounding them might have been their partners or if in fact they were with anyone. Brad told Glen they should take a closer look.
As they approached the gyrating group of dancers, Brad couldn't take his eyes off the dark haired girl in the tight jeans. She danced with her whole body, arms in the air, hips moving fluidly and her eyes moving from man to man, pouting her lips and winking at them as if she wanted every one of them. Brad thought she was probably the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
Eventually the music stopped and the knot of men grew tighter around the two women like they were some kind of rock stars. Brad lost sight of them for a few moments and then they were knifing their way through the crowd, laughing and trading jibes over their shoulders with the hooting men as they made their way past Brad and Glen.
Brad was so mesmerized by the tall jeans girl that at first he didn't hear it when the blonde said..."Brad?..."
"Brad?...What a surprise!...What are you doing here?..."
Brad turned to the blonde and was startled to realize that it was his aunt Laura.
