*EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18 OR OLDER*
I graduated High School last week. I was top of my class so my parents are letting me spend the summer with my aunt Liza. She vacation home in Hawaii that's right off the beach. Her husband was incredibly wealthy and when he died, all the money was left to her. They got married when she was 23 and he died only ten years later. He was quite old. Some call her a gold digger but she was faithful and loyal to him when they were together.
She's 39 and my mother is 41. From my aunt's accounts, they were really close growing up. They drifted apart when she suddenly married a significantly older man. I'm told there was a big fight about how "he only wants you for your body and you only want him for his money." Even if that was the case, what's so bad about it? Isn't a relationship supposed to be two people getting what they want from each other? He got to bed my beautiful aunt Liza and she got to spend as much of his money as she pleased.
My aunt has a sultry classic beauty about her. She looks and carries herself like a female starlet from old Hollywood. She has the money to live that kind of lifestyle as well. She's always traveling and going to expensive luxury places. Her clothes are all designer and regal. A lot of satin gowns that show her entire back. She wears gaudy necklaces and expensive bracelets. Her hair is long and brown. It's always styled and always perfect. Audrey Hepburn would look average standing next to my aunt.
Her outfits are always custom-made and cut to fit her body exactly. Her voluptuous breasts are always on display. Her small waist is always accentuated. She knows how to look good and can have any man or woman she pleases. She usually comes home from a night out with some attractive young suitor. or a young woman that is head-over-heels in love with her. They all only get her for the night. Men who have had fun with her before have shown up at her doorstep begging to experience her again. The luckiest people on the planet get to have a night with my aunt Liza, but only one night.
My mother is very different from my aunt in every way. My mother is very conservative and has traditional values. She believes the woman should be submissive to the man. She's always let my father steer the ship. While my aunt has always been the one in charge. Even during her marriage. She had that man wrapped around her finger and doing whatever she pleased. Even in his death she still reaps the benefits of his life. The company he started is still prosperous so the money never runs out in her bank account. She just swipes her card or pulls out wads of cash without even considering the price.
My mother wears khaki pants and turtleneck sweaters while my aunt wears deep-cut gowns and high heels. They are both beautiful. My aunt just chooses to show it more. I'm sure if my mother dressed and behaved this way, she'd have the world at her fingers too. But both of them seem to be happy in their own respective ways. They just don't talk much anymore. From what I understand they used to be inseparable. Looking at old pictures of them, it's apparent that they were close and always together.
I just got done showering after a long surfing session. There are three showers in this summer home and they all are fancy. There isn't one shower head you have to stand under. It's like you're being rained on fully. There is still a shower head that you can pull off. I don't know why you'd need it though. I'm just lounging down on the couch.
Like my mother and aunt, I've been told I'm good-looking as well. I have dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I'm tone and have big full shoulders. I've been walking around the town either shirtless or wearing an open button-up with nothing underneath. Women are always checking me out as I pass by.
"Hello!" I hear my aunt shout as the door opens. "Are you home, Dave?"
"Present!" I shout back.
My aunt walks with both arms full of designer shopping bags. Her hair looks styled to movie star perfection. She is wearing sunglasses with real diamonds on the sides. A silk blouse that is tucked into bright red jeans. There's a Rolex on her arm as well. This is her casual just going shopping look.
She walks off into her room and I hear all the bags drop on her custom-made bed. She wanted something bigger and when I asked her why she just said "for reasons an aunt shouldn't say." I assume it's for when she comes home with 2 or 3 people at a time. I've heard she's had way more than that though. She has reputations in the towns she spends time in. I've heard stories of her bringing home nine people in one night before.
"So, what's the plan tonight, kid?" My aunt asks stepping out of her room. "I can get you into any club. I can eve get them to serve you alcohol."
"We've been out every night since I got here, let's just stay in tonight," I answer. "I just want to spend time with you."
"You're so sweet," my aunt says plopping down next to me on the couch.
"Can we cook food and watch a movie?"
"We can...but I don't cook."
"That's okay, I do."
"I don't even have food to cook. The fridge is just full of alcohol and juice."
"You can have groceries delivered these days."
I open the Insta Cart app on my phone and have all the groceries I need delivered. I don't want to do anything too fancy so I just ordered some quality steaks and potatoes. I got the seasonings, butter, and garnish to go along with it. My mother made sure I wasn't one of those guys who get to adulthood and can't cook a decent meal.
My aunt is standing near me in her spacious normally unused kitchen. She is watching me cut up potatoes and drench them in olive oil. She is holding a glass of wine and sips it periodically. She looks impressed watching prepare dinner.
"You make quite the housewife, kid," my aunt says patting me on the back.
"This is nothing special," I say smiling.
"I haven't cooked a meal in years. I used to cook weird things with your mother. I threw all these ingredients together once and made brownies with peanut butter and banana before."
"You made that up? My mom makes that for us all the time. She never told me that she got that from you."
"Yeah...she got a lot of things from me..."
My aunt looks a little sad now. She's looking down at the ground but quickly looks back up at me. She smiles and seems to snap out of whatever dark thought she was having.
"Whatever happened between you and my mom?" I ask while sprinkling seasoning on top of the steaks.
"You know the story," she begins and sets down her wine glass. "I'm the 'slutty' sibling so she doesn't want to hang anymore."
"That's a shitty reason to not talk to avoid your own family."
"Well...there is more."
"What happened?"
"I'm going to get into something more comfortable since we're not going out."
She walks away avoiding my question. I'm really curious now. What happened between them? I can't imagine just abandoning family like that. Even if my aunt did something really bad to her. My mom pretends that she doesn't exist. I go back to cooking and put the potatoes in the oven and get the steaks on the pan. I'm going to get these steaks to a perfect medium-rare.
I finish cooking and walk into the dining room to set some plates. My aunt has already set the table. She set two plates and two sets of silverware. She has only real silverware made from actual silver. There are two wine glasses and a bottle of wine sitting in ice in the middle of the table. She's sitting by her seat with a big accomplished smile on her face.
"I hope you know how big a deal this is," my aunt says tucking her hair behind her ear. "I haven't set the table for man in...well ever."
"Well thanks, milady," I say in an accent and bow.
"Anything for you, my lord."
My aunt is blown away by the steak. Usually, she eats very lady-like and only takes small bites. But she is devouring this steak at a high speed. She takes a bite of the potatoes and has an almost orgasmic response. She starts shoveling that in her mouth as well.
"Dave, my god," she says with her mouth full. "I've been to five-star restaurants all over Europe and THIS is the best meal I've ever had. If you want to open a restaurant, I'd fund it."
"I wouldn't enjoy cooking if it was my job," I say back. "I just like cooking for myself and the people I love."
"Well, you can never leave here. You have to cook for me every day now that I've tasted this."
