Author's note: If you're re-reading this chapter and everything looks different, what you read before is now Chapter 3. A small mix-up had the chapters reversed. If you're not re-reading this chapter then ignore this message.
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Nik walked down the stairs, dressed to the tens in his new Italian suit. Viktoria let out a woof whistle, as she sat at the kitchen table.
"It looks good on me, doesn't it? How'd you know this would fit me?" he asked.
"Friend who made it has a good eye. Sent her a picture your mom sent me."
Viktoria sat there in a fancy dress. It hugged her hips, leaving little room to the imagination. Dangerously low cut, dressed more for a night on the town with a boyfriend than with family. Veronika came down a moment later in a matching dress.
"Doesn't he look like a stud?" Viktoria said, boldly, to her sister.
"He definitely does, Vikky. You look quite charming, baby. You'll have a girlfriend instantly if you went to school dressed like that."
"Stop it, mom, you'll make me blush. We better get going or we'll be late for the dinner," he said, switching subjects.
The entire ride to the restaurant, Veronika sat in the passenger seat of Viktoria's expensive car. Her mind made minimum effort to keep up the conversation, focused entirely on her handsome son. Cunt still moist from the hour of sisterly love, it thirsted for her son's love. Each day since he turned eighteen, it became harder and harder to control herself.
At the restaurant, Viktoria didn't lie when she said it was high-class. A valet took their car, and all the waiters wore tuxedos. Nik felt weird, walking with his mother and aunt, as everyone stared at them like movie stars.
Sitting down at their private table, the waiter handed them the wine list and menus.
"Would you and your dates like some wine before ordering your meals?" he asked Nik, politely.
"Uh..."
"We'll have the red wine, and water for the gentleman. Designated driver," Viktoria interjected.
The man took the wine menus and left to fetch the bottle.
"What did you do that for?" Veronika said.
"Just having some fun, right, Nik?" Vikky winked at him.
"Yeah, sure, Au...Viktoria," he stumbled, playing along.
His aunt laughed, smiling brightly.
"Lighten up, sis. Get a couple drinks in you and you'll loosen right up. Nik will drive us home. Look how big and strong he is. No one will try anything."
Veronika blushed, just as the waiter arrived with the drinks.
"Waiter, we'll have three of the Kobe beefs for the main, and salads for the appetizer. Add in the house signature for dessert."
"Right away, ma'am."
"Why'd you order for us?" Nik asked.
"Trust me. Best steak on the east coast. Besides, gives us more time to talk. Gossip. Got a lady you'll swoon at school with your new suit?" she asked, immediately downing the first glass of wine.
Veronika and Nik looked on, confused how fast she drank down the wine.
"No one concrete yet. Couple girls I like but I'm too focused on my sports career to get bogged down in relationship drama."
"A couple? See, Ver, told you he'd be a lady killer. So, who are they? Cheerleaders from the team? A geek with a hot body?"
"No, one is on the girls' soccer team but she is a bitch. Looks good but is toxic. Self-centered. Can't talk to her."
"Just needs a good fucking," Viktoria said, plainly.
She already downed the second glass of wine, and looked in no hurry to stop downing more.
"Vikky, I don't think that is proper language to use around your nephew."
"Can't baby him forever, sis. Look at him. By years end he'll be popping a girl's cherry. If you want my advice, Nik, she just needs a firm hand. If she has a bitchy personality, she'll be a bitch in bed."
Nik didn't know how to act. The sexual conversation didn't bother him, but coming from his aunt, in front of his mother, in a restaurant, got confusing. How should he act? What should he say? Both of them had differing personalities. Viktoria had an outgoing, flashy personality. Veronika held back, more conservative and reserved. Then there was the lesbian make-out session he saw, adding the cherry on top of the confusion sundae.
"Maybe," he answered, keeping it short to remain neutral.
"So, who is she?" Vikky prodded.
"Her name is Tiffany. She is the new captain of the girl's team."
"Tiffany?" Veronika gasped. "Same Tiffany that would come over and kick the ball with you?"
"Yeah, that is her."
"But you two always got along."
"I thought so too, but she changed last year. Everyone, and I mean everyone, hates her. She sticks to herself. Makes a marine drill sergeant look like a wuss."
"No matter how dominant a girl is, Nik, let me tell you, she just needs a stronger man to put her in her place," Viktoria commented.
"Are you okay, Aunt Viktoria?"
