Following is a completely fabricated tale about fictional characters all of whom are above the age of eighteen and are not otherwise unable to legally consent to sex. There will be descriptions of illicit acts which are not appropriate for all audiences. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Relative Deviant
The summer before my senior year was chaotic, to say the least. My parents' recent divorce put an enormous strain on our family. In fact, I feel it was their rocky relationship which caused me to be held back in ninth grade, making me the only asshole who'd be graduating after his eighteenth birthday. Dad disappeared once the ink was dry, leaving us struggling to make ends meet. I took on as much work as I could find to help. Mom was constantly stressed from her job, housework and the strain of a woman trying to raise two young men.
On top of all that there was Danny. My little brother was such a menace that after just a few days being out on summer break, he'd already been brought home by the cops once and almost burned down the garage. Even when he wasn't being a total liability, we were constantly coming home to a complete disaster. He wasn't old enough to work, but at least that little shit could pitch in a little. Clearly, he couldn't be trusted to be home alone.
One Sunday evening Danny and I were in the living room watching TV when Mom popped into the room. "I just got off the phone with Teri and she said she could help us out during the day," she announced. "She'll be here in the morning, so you two start straightening this placed up. I don't want her gossiping to your aunts that we live in a pig sty."
Teri was my dad's second to youngest sister. I had nine aunts and uncles on that side of the family and most had multiple children themselves. We were, and still are a completely loyal family, so it was no real stretch that she'd volunteer to be there for us. Everyone understood that my dad had his problems and that he left us in a jam. Furthermore, they wouldn't dare hold it against my mom for splitting with him.
Besides being loyal, there's something else that stands out in our family. Almost every single female is a complete smoke show. I have five aunts and countless cousins that share the same general features: nice hourglass figure, large natural breasts and girl-next-door good looks. All were athletic with great hair and skin, which tanned up effortlessly in the summer. While I never thought of them 'that way,' I'm surprised I didn't grow up with an Oedipal complex.
Aunt Teri had all the above characteristics but stood out a bit among her sisters. She was crass, loud and spoke with this obnoxious East Arkansas drawl. All my aunts had raven black hair, while she was more of a sandy blonde. Additionally, even though she was in her prime child-bearing years and married since high school to my uncle Ross, she remained the only one of dad's siblings without kids.
Mom would normally leave for work about fifteen minutes earlier than I did, but she insisted on staying behind to greet Teri and thank her again. When the doorbell rang, I peeled myself off the couch to answer.
Opening the door, I thought an off-duty stripper had gotten lost. The first thing I noticed was a monster set of hooters that were mostly covered by a fitted shirt with a drooping neckline. She looked kind of like my Aunt, but I don't remember her being this sexy. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. For an uncomfortable moment, I stood there gawking until she barged into the threshold, squeezed me tight around the neck and gave me a peck on the forehead.
With her raspy and gaudy voice, she bellowed, "Hey bebby, how you been? Dam boy you done got b-i-i-g!"
"Yeah, never mind," I thought. "That's her."
After making sure she was settled in, I went on to work. It was a twenty-five-minute commute, long enough to be alone with my thoughts. That's probably the first time I entertained the notion that I might have some unnatural feelings taking root.
Aunt Teri made herself right at home and soon, we had a good routine going. I would greet her in the morning and see her out at night. While mom and I worked, she looked after Danny and even though we refused time and again, she took on all the housework she could.
She was perfectly suited for the task. Mom and I were able to focus on work without having to worry about what was going on at home. As for Danny, my aunt did not put up with his bullshit and kept his ass in line all day. Additionally, it was a real treat to have to a pin up model around the house.
Mornings I was usually in a rush to get out the door, but nights, Aunt Teri would hang out for a while before she headed home. She was always nurturing, but never spoke down to me, so we had some great chats in the evenings. It was great to have a female to vent to, and she probably didn't mind the company.
I came home a little early from work one day to find Danny in the living room playing on his game console. Out the window from the breakfast nook, I saw Aunt Teri wearing what could barely pass for a bikini, sunbathing on the back lawn. Her golden skin glistened in the sun from the tanning oil, and she was taking big gulps from a plastic cup. On the kitchen counter was a bottle of whisky next to a near empty soda bottle. I gathered from the scene that she had worked hard all day and decided to enjoy the nice weather with a cocktail.
I stood there admiring her body from the window. Her amazing breasts gave way to a flat stomach, broad hips and well-toned legs. I felt my khakis seem to shrink as I glared at this objectively sexy being adorning our lawn. She lifted the cup, gave it a shake and then stood next to the chair.
"Oh, shit," I thought. "She was coming in to refill her drink."
I quickly vacated the window to avoid getting caught. Thinking on my feet I opened the refrigerator to give myself an alibi. Noticing the bulge in my pants, I made some adjustments and was able to hide it just before she emerged from the back door.
She had covered up with a t-shirt, one of mine, which draped near to her knees. An obviously curvy figure hid the fact that she was very petite. Maybe five foot two and probably a hundred pounds, her tits stretched against the thin cotton shirt, nipples erect from the sweat and AC. I did my best not to stare.
"You just getting home? How was work? she asked.
"Not great, got in a shouting match with one of the line cooks and he commenced to make the rest of my shift hell," I replied.
"I know how you feel" she said, "Just got into it with Ross on the phone earlier, looks like I'm not going home tonight."
