My Aunt Sarah - Part 9
And with that, the weekend was quickly over; we'd woken up still holding each Sunday morning, spent some time just lying there, talking, and before we knew it, it was checkout time. It was sad to wave my aunty off as we got in separate cars, sneaking a final kiss and a squeeze of her arse.
The final week before my cousins broke up for the school holidays was a bit of a bust. I had to go to college to wrap up my education years; I also had final football training sessions before we took a break before the new season. Throw into that a couple of socials, a college leavers event, and an end-of-season football 'piss up'. Additionally, my youngest cousin had a bug and was off school, and my aunty and I struggled to find time together. I ached inside; I wanted to be with her, and she felt the same way from the content of her texts.
No matter how many texts we'd sent each other, it couldn't make up for the wanting to be with my aunty. I missed her; yes, I missed the sex and making love, but I missed being with her, in her company, like a real couple. I could tell she was upset and worried about the socials I attended; I sensed a little jealousy as she asked questions like, "Will there be any girls there?" She was curious about the events and who would be there. I reassured her I had no interest in other girls; I didn't; I only wanted my aunty. Was that wrong?
Before we knew it, the week was over without seeing my aunt. It was Saturday, and my cousins would go to their grandparents for two weeks the next day, Sunday. I was excited; my aunty would be away for a few days to settle my cousins, but I would move in and start work on the house.
As Sunday morning arrived, I had a suitcase packed with clothes to last me a few weeks and all my essentials. My parents wanted to come with me to my aunt's, damn it. We drove in separate cars and arrived almost together. I spotted my aunty loading up her car; I wanted her right there and then but quickly put those thoughts to the back of my head when I saw my oldest cousin also exiting the house.
We shared pleasantries, and my dad and I helped my aunt pack her car. This being the first time my aunty and I had been together in front of my parents, it felt strange. Her aroma hit me as soon as I got close to her; I nearly forgot everyone around me, wanting to hold her tight. I could see my aunty wasn't her usual self; she was acting weird, and I wondered if my parents were picking up on her 'vibe'. I wanted to tell her to play it cool, but there wasn't the opportunity before my mum said to her sister, "Are you okay, Sarah?"
My aunt made an excuse that a lot was happening, and she just wanted to finish packing and get going on the drive. My mum continued to look at her with a quizzed face. This was very awkward; I'm sure my parents noticed me blushing during the awkwardness.
"Jim, before I go, I just need to show you the room you need to start in." My aunty signalled me towards the house and upstairs.
"Ok," I said, knowing we'd talked in great depth about how we would tackle the entire house over the next six weeks.
I followed her upstairs; she had on one of her summer dresses, the yellow one with flowers. I glanced at her calves, no longer the milky white calves I had undressed three weeks ago; they now had a slight tan. I would take credit for the tan having banned her from wearing tights.
Her calves pulsed and tightened on each step; I wanted to stroke them, run my hand past her knees, and squeeze her thighs. I was getting hard, straining to see up her skirt on every step.
Everyone was outside; my aunty pulled me into her bedroom and launched herself at me. I stumbled backwards onto her bed. There was an audible crash as I hit the bed. I tried to listen for anyone who might have heard, but my aunty leapt onto me, smothering me with her wet lips; she was panting, gasping, whispering how much she'd missed and wanted me. I got more of her aroma of fresh flowers; she smelled beautiful and intoxicating. I grabbed at as much of her as possible, all simultaneously; I squeezed and stroked as quickly as possible. I couldn't get any words out to respond, I was breathless from the lust that had built up inside and my aunt's mouth sucking the life out of me, sharing saliva. I could tell she'd been drinking coffee; I could taste and smell it. I ached to rip all her clothes off. Then we heard, "Mum, I've forgotten my purse," and my oldest cousin ran upstairs.
We jumped up quickly and made ourselves look as innocent as possible, "Two days," I said, "Two days, and I'm going to fuck your brains out all day and all night."
"Promise?" was all she returned.
"Absolutely," I said.
My cousin found her purse and returned downstairs, not acknowledging us in the bedroom. My aunt turned to me again, ready to pounce, "I want you too," I said, stopping her, "The sooner you get going, the sooner I will see you again."
I sneaked one final kiss before we straightened ourselves up, and I followed her downstairs, making sure my hard-on was tucked under my waistband to stop it from forming a tent in my shorts. I flicked her hair straight on the stairs, trying to remove the errant strands and a messy look.
More pleasantries before me, my mum and dad waved goodbye to my aunt. My mum then turned to me with a stern face, "Make sure you do a good job, no messing about, and when your aunt gets back, make sure you are helpful and not a burden whilst you are staying here."
"Of course; what do you think I will do?" I was a little cross and upset that I still couldn't be with my aunt for another two days. "Remember, it's you guys who have told me I need to help out," another Oscar-winning performance coming up as I acted out how much I was against doing this if only they knew how much I wanted to be here.
"Don't get cheeky with your mum," my dad interjected. And with that, they jumped in their car and were gone!
I didn't know whether to rush upstairs into my aunt's bed with a pair of her knickers and masturbate or get stuck into the work at hand to take my mind off things. I chose the latter.
The rest of Sunday and Monday consisted of me emptying the two bedrooms my cousins shared. Items and all furniture identified as rubbish were thrown in the huge skip my aunty had hired. All other belongings, including toys and clothes, were boxed and moved to the garage for storage. I then stripped all the carpets, and they went in the skip. I hoovered and cleaned what was now two shells of a set of bedrooms.
I knew my aunty would return on Tuesday at midday, less than 24 hours. I'd started getting excited, thinking how I wanted to 'take' her as soon as she returned. It felt like I had a constant 'semi' hard-on. I'd started painting the walls; already, there was a massive difference in how they looked. For my two younger cousins who shared one bedroom, my aunty had decided to paint the walls four pastel colours: green, yellow, pink and blue; it was starting to look good. I heard a faint knock on the door that brought me back from daydreaming about fucking my aunty.
I heard the front door open; I thought it must be my parents because who else would walk straight in? I listened to the recognised voice, "It's only me; shall I come up?" It was Liz!
What the fuck was she doing here? I thought she knew my aunty wouldn't be back until tomorrow. It then quickly dawned on me what she might want. I bet she was here knowing my aunty was still away and I would be here alone. She appeared at the bedroom door. Like my aunty a few days ago, she wore a summer dress that flowed just above her knees. At the front were six buttons, three undone, showing more of her cleavage than expected. The dress was light blue with a floral design. I could smell her perfume from the other side of the bedroom; it was intense but pleasant. She didn't have make-up on but looked 'blushed' prettier than I'd given her credit for before. Her blonde hair had been brushed straight and seemed to glisten in the sunlight from the open window.
"Everything ok?" I asked, "You know Sarah doesn't return until tomorrow?"
"Yes," she replied, "I thought I'd check to see if you wanted anything or needed any help."
"I'm okay; I just started painting the walls," I was trying to be as polite as possible.
I sensed she had something on her mind; I didn't want to be a total bastard with her, so I stopped what I was doing to give her my attention. I sat down under the window and grabbed my bottle of water. She came over and sat beside me, a little too close for comfort. I had a sweat on from the work I'd been doing all morning and only had on a vest with shorts. I had boots on to give that authentic "workman look."
"I've done several tests since our erm adventures; I'm not pregnant," she whimpered. She had started to cry, tears pooling on her cheeks.
Instinctively, I reached out to hold her; what sort of heartless bastard would I be if I didn't? I then started to think, am I being suckered in here? I tried to reassure her, "It didn't happen this time; I know for sure next time it will work; I promise."
