Wednesday
morning I awoke earlier than usual. No particular reason. It was just that my eyes opened naturally earlier than usual. Even though I wasn't working for the time being, it was nice to have maintained my sleep schedule and stay productive.
At around 6:30 I strolled downstairs to put on an early pot of coffee. Like it did all day yesterday evening, my mind was stuck on my aunt and I's new massaging session. After our session wrapped yesterday she put on pajamas and made work calls for a few hours while I watched Endgame in the living room, and even then, it never left my mind.
At about a quarter to 7 Aunt Ruth came downstairs in pink panties and an oversized green t-shirt.
"You're up before me? What is
this?"
"I don't know." I said. "I just woke up. The coffee beans were compelling me."
"The always do don't they?"
She helped herself to a small cup.
"Emmie's coming today right?" I asked.
"Far as I know. I'm gonna text her later." She replied.
"What time, do you think?"
"She usually shows up in the afternoon. Around 2 or 3. But like I said, I'll text her in a bit."
"I'm looking forward to seeing her. What's the routine today?"
"Standard."
"Standard? What does that mean?"
"Standard routine. Nothing exuberant. You'll see."
15 minutes or so later we both came into the living room. All I had to was take my shirt and boxers off and I was ready to go, flaccid swinging in the warm air. My aunt went upstairs momentarily and came back down bottomless, with a plain black workout top.
Standard meant standard. It was nonspecial routine of push-ups, crunches, squats, occasional dumbbell lefts and a little inclusion of the exercise ball. I managed to restrain and stayed flaccid through our entire session.
I was waiting naked with my towel by the hall for my aunt to finish her shower, when suddenly, from far down the other end of the house, I heard a door opening.
"Mom? Hello?!"
Oh shit. It was Emmie.
In an instant, I wrapped my towel around my waist the best that I could.
"Hello?"
Emmie's voice grew louder, and moments later I saw her to my right, proceeding down the hallway wheeling a small pink bag of luggage behind her. She wore a highly decorated, bright pink and purple high waisted romper with frills along many of the edges.
Very
girly. Her long, straightened dirty blonde hair was tied back in thin ponytail.
She saw me. "Andrew, hi!!!"
She came running toward me and gave me a hug, and despite my state of undress, her warm fingers folded on the skin of my back.
She had just turned 18 not even a couple months ago, but as far I was concerned, she still maintained all of her young, girlish look. Her frame was thin, she was shorter than myself by quite a bit, but her face was full, and since the last time I saw her a few months ago, her hair had grown down to almost the bottom of her back.
"Sorry about my being in a towel and what not. I'm, uh, waiting for your mom to get out of the shower." I explained.
She laughed. "Ha ha, I understand. I used to do the same thing."
In spite of my awkward undressed nature we stood and chatted for several minutes, catching up. She told me of all the colleges she had applied to. I encouraged her to get into all of them, smiling with her.
My aunt came out of the shower wrapped in her towel with an excited yelp. "Hi, sweetie!!!" and they both hugged just as she had me moments ago, except Aunt Ruth was dripping wet. "Uh, give me a minute to get dressed and we'll go to lunch. Andrew, can you shower quick?"
"Sure!" I obliged.
I guess this meant no massages today.
We went to lunch at the local Five Guys. I personally hate their food -- soggy burgers and over-peppered fries -- but I was outnumbered. When we got back to the house it was an afternoon of catching up and trading gossip as usual before Aunt Ruth had to start working.
Emmie and I receded to my room to hang out while she worked. She had changed into more casual attire now -- pajama bottoms and a purple tank top. It was clearly she wasn't wearing a bra, but given how ultimately small her tits were, I assumed she probably never wore one. From afar she would look flat-chested, but up close you can see the little handfuls; small, cute little snowballs on a curvy thin frame.
She told me all about how much fun she had at her 18
th
birthday party, which I was regretful that I wasn't able to attend, and she talked about a couple weekends ago, when her and her friends went down to her friend's fathers beach villa for the weekend. She took out her phone to show me some pics.
She scrolled until she came to a group shot of her and all her 5 other friends all in bikinis under the dock. They were all hot, all nice to look at -- one of them had breasts larger than my aunt's -- but of course, I was drawn to looking at Emmie. In multiple pics she wore a bright green and white 2-piece, a plain white, very small bottom with a green/white strapless tube top. If she put her finger over the screen she would have looked naked. It was the most I'd ever seen of my little cousin.
"Looks like a great time." I simply said.
I continued through our conversation semi-aroused. I explained all the stuff her aunt and I had been up to, which of course, included the workouts.
"She's been
killing
me with the workouts recently." I said.
"Oh my god. You've been joining her workout sessions? That's so great, Andrew!" Emmie said back.
"Yeah. I was hesitant at first because I've never really been that limber but she's really gotten me into it over the last week or so."
"I miss the workouts. She'll probably tell you she started it but I was the one that got her into it. I used to workout every morning before cheer on the weekends and it just started the whole thing. Even dad got into it sometimes when he was awake enough."
"And the massages after was you too?"
"Yes!! Aren't those fantastic?"
"I
love them
. Helps relieve so much stress after all that movement."
The conversation, and the night, ran on. Around 11 we all headed to bed, Emmie staying in the room next to mine.
