My Favorite Aunt -- ch 2
I woke to the smell of breakfast being made. I do love the smell of bacon. I'm not sure how Aunt Jean had slipped out of bed without waking me up, but she did. I threw on my gym shorts and t-shirt and made my way downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and next to Aunt Jean as she stood at the stove flipping the bacon. I put my arm around her waist as I snuggled up next to her. "Good morning."
She turned her head and looked at me smiling. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"
I cupped her chin with my hand and held it in place as I kissed her. "I slept great. You?"
"Me too!" She replied as she smiled at me. "Should we talk about what happened yesterday?"
I knew I wasn't going to admit any regret for what happened between us. "What's there to talk about? Do you regret what happened?" I wanted to take charge. Call me selfish, but I didn't want anything to change between us.
"Not at all. I just wanted to make sure you were ok with what happened." Aunt Jean said as she picked the bacon out of the pan and laid it on some paper towels.
I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her. One hand covering her stomach as the other hand cupped one of her breasts over her robe. "I'm very ok with what happened yesterday. It just made me realize how much I need to take care of my aunt this summer."
She turned the stove off and turned in my arms to face me. "I don't want you to think or see me as some needy old woman."
I pulled her into my body as my hands dropped to her ass. "First of all, you're not an old woman. And second, I don't see you as needy. I see you as a very strong woman." I kissed her. "And there's nothing wrong with being needy at times. We all have needs at times. There have been times I've needed friends to help me with the shit I've been going through. Right now, you need someone to help you. That doesn't make you needy. I'm just honored that you chose me to help you."
Jean touched my face as she spoke. There was a tenderness in her eyes. "Ry. You're the only man I trust right now."
I smiled at her as my hand came up to caress her face. "Like I said. I'm honored that you chose me. I'm going to take care of you and give you what you need." The kiss we shared was the deepest, most tenderest kiss I've ever had with anyone. I sucked on her lower lip, nibbling on it, pulling it, before we broke the kiss. I had known a girl at school who loved it when I did that. I was curious as to aunt's response. I didn't have to wonder for long.
I felt her body shudder as I sucked on her lower lip and nibbled on it. She looked flustered when I released her lip. "You ok?" I asked as I held her tight.
"Yes. No. I mean..." She looked at me differently. "Your uncle used to kiss me that way. It was one of the ways he liked displaying his control over me."
I wasn't sure if I'd overstepped myself this time. As confident as I'd grown with Aunt Jean over the last day, I was still somewhat fearful of taking things too far, too fast. "Would you prefer if I didn't kiss you that way again?"
The look she gave me was not that of an aunt looking at her nephew. She touched my face again. "No baby. I not only want you to take control over me. I want you to keep me reminded of it. Kissing me like that is just one way to keep me reminded."
I smiled at her as I took a fistful of her hair and held her head steady. "So be it." I kissed her again, this time more passionately. I sucked on her lower lip, intentionally letting her know I was taking control. She moaned as I felt her body crush against mine. I maintained the kiss till she started to gasp and whimper. When I released her, she collapsed against my chest.
"Please don't abuse your control over me." She said looking up at me with tears streaming down her face. "When I get like this I'm completely yours. I'm also extremely vulnerable. That scares me."
I hugged her even tighter. "I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to scare you. I'll guard the gift of your submission. I never want you to be scared of what we share."
She smiled at me weakly. "You are mature beyond your years. But what we share is not what scares me. What scares me is my own vulnerability and my deepening dependence on you."
"You're safe with me." I hugged her tightly. "Now let's eat before it gets cold."
We compiled a long list of things that needed to be done around the house as we ate. Most of them were outside items. The list was so long I knew I'd be busy all summer. I finally pushed my plate back and sat back to sip my coffee as I watched my Aunt Jean finish her breakfast. 'Damn! She is such a gorgeous woman.' I thought to myself as she talked. 'How the fuck did I get so lucky?'
"So what should I call you? You want me to still call you 'Aunt Jean?'"
"Not necessary baby. You can call me by my first name." She smiled at me with a mischievous grin. "Or you can just call me whatever pleases you."
I returned her grin. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Do you mind if I call you 'baby'? I won't if you don't like it." She didn't want Ryan to think she was thinking of him as something less than what he now was, the man in her life.
"Not at all. I think there's an intimacy to it that I like." I finished my coffee and was about to get up from the table when Jean stopped me.
"Can I ask a favor baby?" Jean asked me.
"Of course. Anything. Just name it."
"I need to lose some weight. I know I do. I put on too much after your uncle died." Jean lowered her head as she thought about him again. "He held me accountable for my weight, among other things. He knew it was for my benefit. And it was. I always felt better about myself when I kept my weight in check." She looked back up at me. "After he died, I thought, 'what's the point?' Will you help me?"