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This is an incest-focused story - not a story with a little incest. If that's not your kink, try something of mine in a different category. Small print: Don't try this at home; these are trained, fictional professionals. No sperm were orphaned or harmed in the making of this story.
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~~~ The Letter ~~~
Aunt Kimi was every growing boy's wet dream. I have no clue how many boxes of tissues I had gone through before, during, and after her visits to our home. My mother is not ugly, by any means, but her sister should have been a movie star. She had definitely starred in more than her fair share of the porn shows that my mind had produced over the years.
My aunt has luxurious blonde curls that hang past her shoulder blades. If you've ever seen the opening of the original "Charlie's Angels" TV show - where the girls are running towards the camera - Farrah Fawcett kind of looks like a less-hot version of my aunt. When my mom's sister turned her head, her hair flowed like liquid gold.
Speaking of "Charlie's Angels", Kimi's daughter (Jeni) kind of reminded me of Kate Jackson - with her cute rounded face, wide smile, and short straight hair. Jeni's silky tresses, however, were as blonde as her mother's. Jeni was three years younger than me - a month younger than my sister.
I had never met Jeni's dad. As far as I knew, my aunt had never married. It didn't matter to me - that would have just been an inconvenient complication that my brain would have had to find a way around, in order for me to appear in her bed.
Whenever my aunt showed up at our house, I was greeted with a gorgeous smile and a welcoming embrace. In the fantasies that my mind created centering on her, those same things were offered to me when I showed up in my aunt's bedroom, looking for a willing lover.
I had just turned 21 - heading into the summer before my senior year of college - when mom handed me a letter from Aunt Kimi as I walked into the kitchen. It was Friday evening. I'd just gotten home from my afternoon job at the lumberyard - following a morning filled with classes.
"What's it say?" she asked, anxious to hear what her sister had to ask or offer.
My dinner was on the table, getting cold. The absence of dirty dishes - or second helpings - told me that mom and Melli had already eaten.
I tore the envelope open and started skimming down through the first of the two handwritten pages.
"She wants to know if I want to come help them at the ranch this summer," I told her, handing the sheets to her so I could start on my food. I'd re-read the letter when mom had finished sating her curiosity.
Her eyebrows raised a little as she read. I hadn't noticed anything that I thought warranted that response.
"What'd I miss?" I asked.
"What?" she asked. "Nothing."
"Then why did your eyebrows do the 'surprise' thing?"
"Did they?"
"Yes."
"I guess I was just wondering why she waited until your senior year," she said. "I'm sure she could have used your help before now."
"She's never talked about needing help before," I said.
"My sister is pretty self-sufficient," she agreed. "I'm not sure she NEEDS help."
"If she doesn't NEED my help, why is she asking me to come?"
"She didn't really ASK," mom said.
"As you said, she's never suggested that I could or should visit before - whether to help on the ranch or not - why now?"
Mom shrugged her shoulders, but she was being a little too quiet. Obviously, she had a theory. She just wasn't planning on mentioning it to me.
"If I went, how would I even get there?" I asked.
"If you flew, Kimi would either have to come get you - or you'd have to rent a car. The ranch is quite a distance from the nearest big town."
"Big city?"
"Where they're at, there are not that many cities in the whole state, hun," she laughed. "It would almost certainly be a regional airport. The nearest bus terminal is likely a couple hours away. You'd probably need to take your car."
"I'm not sure Marge would make it," I said bluntly.
'Large Marge' was the ancient Chevy Lumina that I had inherited when my great grandmother had passed away. It was almost as old as my mom - but don't tell her I said that.
I finished my plate of food and Mom cleared away the dishes. I picked up the letter and read through it again. I still couldn't find what my mother had reacted to in my aunt's letter. She'd never written that often - and never to me - but it seemed innocuous.
The last paragraph of the note held maybe the oddest phrasing: "Jeni and I are really looking forward to spending some quality time with you. Don't worry about bringing anything with you. Even if you showed up naked, we'd be able to take care of whatever you needed."
Even with that one (slightly taboo) word, it could easily be interpreted as her teasing way to tell me not to pack too much. Aunt Kimi liked to tease me a little. When she was staying with us, she never let a day go by without seeing if she could get me to blush in response to some double entendre that she'd drop into a conversation without warning.
I got on my phone and pulled up the route to the address on the envelope. 16 hours. I'd helped mom drive to Florida once - that had been 12 hours. I could probably do it in one day - it'd be a long one though. That, of course, was assuming that Marge didn't blow up somewhere in the middle of Nebraska.
~~~ The Trip ~~~
Two weeks later, finals were over, Marge had a full tank of gas, I had a backpack and a credit card, and I was ready to go. I didn't take mom's toolbox, but I threw together some odds and ends - just in case - and tossed it into the trunk. I also filled a five-gallon gas can and stuck it in there as well.
At five o'clock the next morning, Melli was cussing mom that she'd made her get out of bed to give me hugs. I felt her pain. I was already tired. Melli wrapped her arms around me and said, "Give Jeni kisses for me."
"I love you, shithead," I told her.
"I love you, too, dickweed," she replied.
She rolled up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. That was new. I looked down and her eyes were locked onto mine. Despite the whining about how early it was, her eyes were as clear as if she'd been up for hours.
"Be careful," she said.
