Rachel and I have always been close. Even though she is seven years my senior, we have always shared a mystical bond that defies words, a deep spiritual, mental and yes physical bond that transcends any one that ordinary people can comprehend.
This bond had its beginnings in my childhood. Growing up, Rachel was more like a big sister to me rather than an aunt. When I was two, she would begin looking after me when mom and dad were away and as a result, I formed a tighter relationship with her than I did my other older siblings who were much too much into their own teenage crap to pay any attention to me.
When I hit grade school, I remember coming home where Rachel would always be there waiting for me. She was much more of a tomb boy than her sisters, my mom and her eldest sister Miranda who was a prim and proper stick in the mud. I loved spending time with Rachel because she was down to earth and genuine and that is what drew me to her even closer.
Perhaps she was too genuine in that she never mixed words. She would tell you what was on her mind and what she thought about a subject and wouldn't care whether or not she was tactful in doing it. In her words she was a "free spirited redneck" who was very much on the trashy side but she was damned proud of it. In her words Rachel was "Delightfully Tacky and yet Unrefined."
Rachel also could care less about what people in "polite society" thought about things and this would sometimes get her into trouble but that didn't bother her. She was proud of who she was and the way she was and if people couldn't accept that then to hell with them.
Despite her "rough" exterior, this did not slow Rachel down when it came to her social life. During her teenage years and on into adulthood, Rachel had no trouble at all in attracting a man. Although she was not what you would call a supermodel with a perfect smile and figure, she was far from being ugly.
She stood about 5'7' tall weighed about 135-140 pounds with shoulder length sandy-blonde(almost what you would call dishwater blonde), and had the most gorgeous hazel eyes, full pouty lips and a sexy body measuring 36D-26-37. Rachel could have any choice of men and she often did.
By the time Rachel had reached 18, she had gained the reputation for being "easy". She knew she was sexy and wasn't afraid to show it. Also she was not ashamed of her body in the least bit and dressed fairly provocatively when in public but when she moved out on her own at age 21 into her mother's(Aunt Ruby) old white wooden frame 1300 square foot 3 bedroom one bath house, she wore little if any clothes.
I remember when I was around 16, I would go over to her house and she would let me smoke cigarettes and drink beer. She would dress modestly when I was around seeing I was still young but physically speaking I was far from a little boy.
At age 16 I had reached my full adult height of 6'1" and weighed around 190 pounds with a muscular well toned body, wash board abs dark brownish-blonde hair and hazel eyes. It was during this time when Rachel first developed a crush on me but didn't act on it out of respect for my parents and because I was too young.
When I turned 18, mom and dad told me it was time that I moved out on my own so I decided to enroll in college at the local university and move in with Rachel. By this time Rachel was 25; However, this living situation lasted only a couple of months because she eventually moved in with some loser named Steve and ran off and eloped.
I didn't like the guy, there was something about him I couldn't put my finger on and I told her so. However, I still loved Rachel and didn't judge her but deep inside I was jealous because I wasn't the one sharing her bed.
When she left I felt I had nothing to lose so I confessed my feelings for her and told her I loved her. Much to my surprise and delight she didn't patronize me or be little my feelings for her but gave me a loving kiss on the lips. I told her if anything happened, I was here and she could come back here and no questions would be asked.
Rachel left and began her new life with Steve. Despite many times of trying to have a baby over the next 3 years which ended in numerous miscarriages it was determined Rachel had a medical problem and that she couldn't have kids. The doctors told her she had to have a hysterectomy to cure her medical problem. This marked the beginning of the end of her happiness and for the next 6 years she would be locked in a "marriage from hell."
During this time I had been going to college studying Industrial Operations Management and working at one of the local plants. By the time I was a senior in college I had worked my way up to shift supervisor. After graduation, I began working as a Plant manager and in the next 18 months I had worked my way to Production Control Manager.
Also during this time I had done some renovations on Aunt Ruby's old house. First of all I had it cleaned on the outside and repainted I took off the old roof and had a nice grey metal roof put on. On the inside I pulled up all the old white linoleum tile and put in light maple colored hard wood floors. In the kitchen I replaced the floor with ceramic tile
In the master bedroom area, I extended it out about 750 square feet and made it into a nice master suite with a tile shower, whirlpool bath, double vanity sink with granite counter tops, a storage closet and in the bedroom I put in a huge walk in closet which was more than enough for me.
In the kitchen, I built on an extra 800 square feet. I updated the appliances and put in a dishwasher and built a nice laundry area where I could not only wash and dry clothes with a nice super capacity front end loading washer and matching dryer, but had a space large enough where I could fold and hang clothes and iron them when needed.
Off from the laundry area, was a 12x14 foot utility room to store laundry detergent, mops, brooms and even had a utility sink and a drain area to let them dry. Lastly I put in a nice spacious 8x8 foot walk in pantry for food storage.
Finally, I had redone the two spare bedrooms and the guest bath. I turned the smaller bedroom into my home office where I could do work on my computer when needed and made the guest room up nice for any company that may drop by.
It was about 18 months after I had finished the renovations that Rachel would move back in with me. I had received a call out of the blue one evening and it was Rachel. She was saying that she had had enough of her "old man's crap" and wanted to come home rekindle our family bond. I didn't really know what she meant but said I would be glad for her to move back in.
Deep down inside I wanted Rachel for myself and had ever since I moved in with her at age 18, It turned out she would want to get to know me in the Biblical sense.
She arrived on a Saturday evening in June. It was a fairly warm evening just before sunset, the high in the mid 70's. I had just finished cleaning up from cooking supper and had just dressed from taking a shower when I heard somebody pull up in the yard. I looked out the window and knew it was her because she was driving her same old pick up she had been driving ever since I could remember.
When I opened the door I was stunned at what I saw yet at the same time very aroused and very pleased. Rachel was dressed like a naughty little school girl wearing a white shirt that came only down to below her sumptuous breasts and was tied in a knot just under them. Her shirt was open enough were you could see her tits and had an ample view of her cleavage.
