Dear Reader... this story is a bit of a slow burn, but my intention was to move it along as naturally as possible. I hope to build the tensions between the characters, so that the final desired result feels more natural, plausible, and hot. I hope you enjoy.
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The level of uneasiness that twin brothers, Hayden and Clayton, felt when being summoned to their father's study for what their mother referred to as a "chat" was fairly equal. Mercifully, now that they were adults heading into their last year of college these chats had become blessedly less frequent. It also helped that as the brothers matured, they became smarter about not getting caught when up to no good, and they were often up to no good.
Hayden sat himself in one leather chair on the opposite side of the desk from their father, and Clayton did the same in the chair next to him, but added an exasperated exhalation to the action. They both faced their father, Marshall Westwood, who was a formidable man even if you didn't know he was a high-price lawyer; not to mention a man gearing up for a campaign to run for mayor in the next election.
Marshall, a substantial man to say the least, sat up perfectly ram-rod straight in his high-back executive desk chair. Hayden straightened up in his own chair subconsciously. Clayton was always more relaxed or seemingly relaxed, and leaned back lazily and unaffected by their father's ridged demeanor. Hayden always wished he could have his brother's casual nonchalance.
"Father." Clayton said by way of greeting.
They never called him Dad, although there may have been a brief time when they had called him Daddy as children. Neither could remember for sure, but their mother told the story that way. Marshall wasn't exactly the "Daddy" type in Hayden's estimation, but once when he was younger, he had inadvertently walked in on Marshall fucking their maid and she had been calling him "Daddy" quite enthusiastically.
Marshall did not speak for a full minute. He simply sat there assessing his sons. Maybe this was for dramatic effect. They were his only children, that they knew of at least. As children they had often heard their father crudely joke that he had hit the jackpot having twin boys on the first go. He wouldn't have to "breed the wife" a second time, and further ruin her figure. In reality their mother was ruthless about diet and exercise. Her figure was always perfectly trim, if not a little too thin. Hayden often wondered if Marshall would leave their mother if she gained any weight. He suspected he would.
"Boys, I have a job for you this summer, and I am willing to pay you for it." Marshall finally started without preamble. Hayden felt his jaw tighten. Propositions from Marshall never usually went in their favour.
"What job might that be, father?" Hayden asked despite himself.
"Your Aunt Sydney is finally divorced from that buffoon she married in spite of my protests." Marshall paused to take a sip from his ever-present glass of cognac.
"She will be moving up North to Belford where she bought a little cottage. Personally, I think it's a dump, but she insists she can fix it up, and make it livable year-round. I have my doubts, since she's never repaired anything in her life. In fact, she's never even lived on her own. Simply put, I am worried about this entire cockamamie endeavor." Hayden wondered if his father even heard how pompous he sounded, and highly doubted it.
Marshall stopped talking so he could open a desk drawer and withdraw his cigar humidor. He sat it on the polished surface of his massive desk, the same desk he had been fucking the maid on years before. He took his time opening the humidor, selecting a cigar, and lighting it. Of course, he did not offer his adult sons a one of his prized cigars. This was perfectly okay with Hayden since he couldn't stand smoking of any kind, but he knew it rankled his brother when their father wouldn't even at least offer. If they had been Marshall's work acquaintances or his gambling cronies, he would most certainly offer.
It also didn't sit well with either brother the way their father spoke of their Aunt Sydney, whom had always been their favourite ever since they had been young. Secretly, they had both admitted to one and another that their childhood admiration had somehow morphed into a bit of a crush as they had grown older. Their crushes remained into their adulthood. Aunt Sydney was of course incredibly beautiful, but she was also this warm, loving, open, kind of person. Marshall disliked most of these qualities about his younger sister, and that made Hayden and Clayton like them all the more.
In truthfulness, Hayden had pleasured himself more than once thinking about his extremely attractive slightly older aunt, and he would put money on it that Clayton had too. Maybe it was just a guilty pleasure? Or maybe they were just sickos, but the truth was the truth, and the truth was they both found her attractive and intriguing like no other woman. Of course, they knew better than to act on their thoughts and desires.
Clayton's interest was piqued, and Hayden could sense this. Clayton sat forward, but didn't sit up. He more shifted into a lazy forward leaning slump, and rested is elbows on their father's perfectly appointed desk. "So, father, what exactly does this have to do with us?"
Marshall ignored his son's tone, but sniffed indignantly at his elbows on the desk, and yet wisely chose not to say anything about it. Smoke curled in the air from their father's strong smelling cigar. "You boys have the summer off, before heading back to school and I want you to do something productive with your time instead of drinking and chasing tail. I want you to help your aunt get that cottage into some semblance of order so she is not living is complete squalor. I will, of course, pay you for this service." Marshall used an equally disgusted inflection when he said the words "cottage" and "squalor" as if they held mutually exclusive meanings.
"Okay, sure." Clayton agreed readily on behalf of himself and Hayden. Hayden glanced at the back of his brother's head before looking back to their father. He was onboard, but he worried that Clayton had agreed too easily, and maybe seemed too affable.
"No argument from the playboy sons?" Marshall was trying to goad them and they both knew it. He was always telling them how they didn't know the first thing about responsibility, and they were just playboys looking to get laid. It wasn't entirely inaccurate, but still insulting all the same.
"No, Sir. When should we leave?" Hayden asked. He was always the more diplomatic of the two brothers.
The arrangements were discussed. Hayden and Clayton would meet their aunt in a couple days at her new cottage. They would help her unpack, and begin working on renovations immediately. Each week their father would e-transfer them allowance, and funds to cover gas and other expenses. They would live with Aunt Sydney for the summer and help her get as much done in the cottage as possible before going back to school.
It wasn't exactly what the two of them had in mind for their summer, but both of them agreed later on that they genuinely looked forward to spending an entire summer looking at their sexy aunt's body. The area where the cottage was situated was beautiful, the cottage couldn't possibly be as bad as Marshall made it sound, and with any luck there might be a beach nearby. All and all this seemed like a good twist of fate.
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