Aunt Maureen and I have always been close, ever since I was a baby. Even though when I was born, I already had a few cousins, as well as an older sister, for some reason, even when I was a baby, I felt a bond between us. She would gladly baby-sit me whenever my parents would go to a movie, or to dinner, or whatever else they would do. In fact, as the years passed, these baby-sitting gigs would evolve into our "special days". These days were just her and myself. No other family members allowed. The only other rule was that anything goes. A "special day" could involve going to an amusement park, surfing at the beach, roller-skating, or even going back to her place, popping a big bowl of popcorn, and watching pro wrestling on the tube.
Most of these "special days" weren't for a special occasion, they were just ordinary days. Notice I said most. There were a few. One I remember in particular was on my 18th birthday, which also happened to be her 30th birthday. The day started, like all of our "special days", at 6:00 in the morning. Usually, 6:00a.m. is WTFE (way too fucking early) in the day for me, but for Mo (I was one of the few people who she allowed to call her that), I'd make an exception. I pulled my 1962 VW bus in front of her house, and cut the engine. I got out, and got my surfboard, wetsuit, and duffel bag (I was going to spend a couple of days there, so I packed a change of clothes) out of the back. That was one advantage of her place. Her back door was less than 20 feet from the sands of Newport Beach. I walked up to the front door, and gave the bell 3 quick rings, and let myself in. Mo had given me a key, and told me that I was welcome 24/7, just ring the bell 3 times quickly to let her know I was there. I went into her spare room, and changed into my wetsuit.
I came out of the room, and mixed a glass of powdered breakfast drink with milk, and drank it in one gulp. I went out the back door to the beach, and Mo was on the back porch, and the two of us went down to the water, and paddled out. We surfed for a couple of hours, and went in to get dressed. I decided to take a quick shower, and afterwards, I got dressed. I put on a pair of jeans, tight to accentuate the bulge in my crotch, a black T-shirt, and a bowling shirt. I put on a pair of black sneakers, and went out. I know she was my aunt, but when I saw Mo, my heart skipped a beat.
One thing I should mention about my aunt is how incredibly hot she is. I mean, I realize, she's my mom's baby sister, but still, she's the most gorgeous woman I have ever met. She's 5'8", with long, silky, perfectly straight auburn hair that she's kept at waist length for as long as I can remember, green eyes that you cant to drown in, 35c breasts, a 23" waist, 34" hips, and curves in all the right places. She kept her weight in the 115-125 LB range, and even today, in her 40s, she still could pass for someone in her 20s.
When I saw her, she was wearing a black top with an off-the-shoulder neckline, and tight jeans. I mean, this outfit hugged every curve like a high performance sports car hugs a stretch of road. She was also wearing flat-heeled sandals, showing off her red-painted toenails. Her fingernails (did I mention she has the most beautiful hands I have ever seen?) were painted to match.
I stood there, dumbfounded, for a full minute, until she snapped me out of it. "Ready to go, Ted?" she asked.
"Oh sure," I said. We decided to take her car, a 1985 Camaro convertible, since it was a lot nicer than my beat-up old VW bus. Although there was a slight chill in the air, it was a clear, sunny day, so we drove with the top down. We drove to Old Town Orange, where we spent a couple of hours looking through the antique shops. We then went to an Italian restaurant in Fullerton for lunch, and spent the rest of the afternoon antique shopping in Fullerton, and ended having dinner at a Mexican restaurant in La Habra, then wound up at one of the few nightclubs with an 18 and over policy. We danced for a couple of hours to a halfway decent cover band. Around 9:00 p.m., we decided to head home.
When we got back to her place, we decided to watch TV for a couple of hours, then go to bed, since there was a movie on cable that we both liked. We both stripped to the waist (she was comfortable enough with me being around to be topless when I was around) and sat on the couch to watch the movie. About halfway through the movie, she put her hand on my thigh, close to the bulge in my jeans. "You know," she said, in a sexy voice, "it's our birthday, and neither of us got the other one a present." I turned to look at her, and saw in her face what she thought we should give each other.
You ever see those cartoons, when a character has a major moral decision, has a miniature devil on one shoulder, and a miniature angel on the other? Well, that doesn't just happen in cartoons. I had it.
"G'wan, what're you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" the devil asked. "You know exactly what she wants. Give it to her."
"Don't you dare give into temptation of the flesh, Theodore," the angel said. "Besides, she's your aunt."
"Aunt, shmaunt," the devil said. "So what if she's your aunt. She's incredibly hot, and she wants you."
