I was 18 and moving out of my parents home. Not by choice though, my parents were sending me to live with my aunt in Texas. I had gotten into some trouble the past school year and summer here in Chicago, and they thought I would be better suited down in a quite, rural town. My Aunt Laura was my mother's sister. She had never married, but had been successful as a businesswoman, and now lived in a very nice ranch. I had met her a few times when I was younger, but not in a few years since she lived far away.
My plane landed in the Dallas/ Ft. Worth Airport the weekend before the school year was supposed to start. At the gate I looked around for Aunt Laura. I heard someone call out "Zane Larson." I looked around and saw a blonde, athletic woman smiling. I thought there was no way this could be my aunt. She looked a good ten years younger than my mom, and she was in great shape. We hugged, and embarrassing as it was, I couldn't help but notice her large breasts against my chest.
Texas was about as different from Chicago as possible. It was a good 2 hours driving into the desert, before we turned off into a small town called Reynaldo. It looked like the wild, Wild West to me. Well, not exactly, but there sure was no Sear's Tower. It seemed like a real quite town. As we drove through the town I looked for possible places I would hang out in my year living here. There was a shopping mall, a pool hall, and a river. I couldn't imagine how I wouldn't be bored out my mind in 2 weeks.
We passed the high school, and I have to admit, the football stadium was impressive. The stands were the tallest structure in the whole town. There was a green and gold sign that read, "Respect the Rattler's."
"So Mrs. Larson, I guess the Reynaldo High Rattlers will be my team now?"
"No. The Rattlers wont be your team. The Rattlers are Reynaldo's team. Football means more to this town and people than you can imagine. Don't expect to just walk on and take over as the starting quarterback. This aint Chicago. " She said, "and you can just call me Laura, honey, we're family."
"Thanks, but I don't know if you realize you're talking to an All-City QB last year."
"Well I hope you're as good as you say you are because the Rattlers could use something to spark the team. It has been a rough couple years." We drove into the suburbs. There were lots of very nice homes. We turned up a driveway that winded up a hill. We came to a large white ranch.
"Wow Laura, what a great house, you have."
"Thanks Zane, but you can think of it as your home now too. It will be nice to have a man around the house for a change."
Laura was 5 years younger than my mom so she was probably 38, but she looked a whole lot younger. She was in great shape. She was wearing a tight, white v-neck shirt, which showed some great cleavage, and a pair of tight jeans, with cowgirl boots. Her light blonde hair rested on her shoulders. "Let me show you to your room Zane so you can put your bags down." I followed Laura upstairs and down a hall. "Here is your room." It looked like a nice bedroom with a bathroom right next to it. She said "Only thing is, the shower isn't working in that bathroom so you will have to use the one on the other side of the house. I'm sorry."