Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.
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When I in college, I did a thousand hours of massage therapy schooling. Doing this was helpful because I wanted to be a chiropractor, and with the massage therapist schooling, I would be able to earn money and utilize the skills once I became a chiropractor. Now ten years later, I have a successful practice and still take on clients for massage therapy.
I'm Dave, and at thirty-four years old, I live a comfortable life. I live in a nice two-bedroom house a few towns over from my family. Mom and dad like that I am self-sufficient, unlike my sister Jen. Mom is always asking me why I will not let Jen rent my spare bedroom. I explain the room is used for my home visit patients. I tend to avoid calls from mom at times because I do not want to hear about how lazy Jen is or how she does the bare minimum with her life.
At the beginning of the COVID pandemic I ignored a call from my mother, she left a voicemail letting me know that my aunt Karen got into a car accident. I felt horrible that I avoided the call and did not listen to the voicemail right away. Aunt Karen is one of my favorite relatives, she has always been sweet and supportive throughout my life. I remember her giving me an escape when I was younger when things at home would be chaotic.
I returned the call a couple of days later, "Hi mom, sorry I missed your call. Is Karen OK?" I was panicked about how badly Karen was hurt.
"Dave, thank God you called back. Karen is going to be OK. She hurt her neck and back. Some idiot, blew a stop sign and smashed right into her. With all this COVID crap she can't get any appointments to see a chiropractor. I told her; don't worry, we have someone with a home office who can help her. Would you mind? I don't know what your business is doing with this pandemic if it's opened if it's closed. I have no idea what the world is doing."
I had to stop taking patients because of the pandemic. Like everyone else, I was home doing nothing every day. "Sure, mom you know I'll take care of Karen." I didn't have the heart to tell my mother that I thought it was another Jen problem, and that's why it took me so long to check the message. I told mom, "I'll call Karen as soon as we hang up."
"OK, perfect. Thank you, stay safe!" Mom said before she hung up.
Aunt Karen was a no drama, no-nonsense type of woman. I never understood why she never got married or had children. Karen was a good-looking woman that any man would be interested in dating. Even at fifty-five, she kept herself in good shape. Growing up, especially during my high-school years, friends would glare and salivate over Karen.
I called Karen, "Hey, aunty, how are you holding up?"
"Well, look who decided to check in with his old saddlebag aunt. It's about time, selfish prick." Karen had a lighthearted, smartass way about her. I should also point out that she is a flirtish tease who finds being inappropriate comical. "I know Dave, this is a messed-up way to get you to touch me, but girls gotta do what girls gotta do. Especially when they are as old as me." Karen laughed at her comments. To be honest, I was glad she was ok, and being herself.
"I see you are feeling yourself.", I sarcastically said. "Aunty, I'm home doing nothing because of this pandemic. We can plan this out any way you want. To be honest, I haven't been around anyone in three months because of the pandemic. If you want, you can come to stay here until you feel better. We, can set up a treatment plan for you with some consistency? I have plenty of room and have groceries delivered once a week. If you have x-rays, I would like to look at them."
"I think that's a good plan, Dave. Plus, you owe me for all the times I let you stay at my condo. The problem is, I don't have a car, and I'm in pain. Would you be able to pick me up? I know, I'm being a pain in the ass."
Karen wasn't being a pain in the ass. She has lived a self-sufficient life.
This situation must be driving her crazy, to be dependent on someone else. "You are not a pain in the ass at all! Tell me how long you need to get ready, and I'll be there!"
We ended up getting back to my house at six. As I looked through the x-rays, there was nothing in them that should cause that much pain. I found it odd that Karen was claiming how much pain she was in.
I explained to Karen, "Your x-rays look good. I don't know why you are in so much pain, though. We can start treatment tomorrow; does that work for you?"
"Yes, it does. Let's just Netflix and chill tonight", with that comment, Karen looked at me and smirked.
I told Karen, "I think you are too old to know what that comment actually means."
As I was laughing, Karen responded, "You think I am too old to know what it means, but I'm not." Karen then winked and laughed at her flirtish innuendo. This is how Karen can be at times. She likes to be risquΓ© with her comments. To me, it was aunty being aunty.
I had to respond to avoid aunty making fun of me, "I'd be careful tempting people. This pandemic has made people isolate. It's been a while." Then, I returned the wink and smile. I knew how to talk shit with the best of them. I could hold my own with her.
Aunty challenged me, "Oh, really? Well, I bet I got you beat on that. How long has it been?"
I was taken aback by this question. I couldn't let aunty outdo me, so I told her, "One year, beat that."
Aunt Karen looked at me quizzically, "How have you not gotten laid in a year? Never mind, I haven't gotten laid in fifteen years. I was engaged, and when it ended, I gave up. You know, heartbreak is hard to recover from. Enough of this talk, let's Netflix and actually chill, in a G-rated way."
I could tell that aunty was, being honest and that the heartbreak was real. I felt bad. I probably should not have been so focused on winning the shit-talking contest we were engaged in.
After a couple of shows, aunty asked, "What are the sleeping arrangements? I want to get ready for bed."
I explained, "Well, the spare room is my home office, so there's nowhere to sleep in there. I was thinking, you take my room; I'll take the couch."
Aunty looked at me with confusion, "You are giving up your room for me? How big is your bed?"
"It's a king-size bed. Why?" I asked.
"Are you afraid you won't be able to control yourself or something? We can share a king-sized bed. Unless you sleep nude or something.", aunty taunted me.