(The first in a possible series about young man and his sexy older aunt. Please comment and vote and we'll see about continuing!)
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Kyle sat listening to his grandmother's tirade, a mix of hurt, anger and frustration on his face. He'd been down this road before; his divorced parents had sent the boy to her as a way of diverting his attention from the ugliness of their split, one of the unfortunate side effects of which was the boy's behavior, stealing from his parents which they knew was a way of lashing out at them both.
Divorce is never easy on a child, no matter the age, it is said, and for Kyle, it was the worst time of all. As a 17 year old boy without many friends nor academic inclinations, he was at odds with himself and life in general, a shy, good-looking lad whose introvert ways troubled his parents. When he started stealing from them, they got into counseling, with and without him, but nothing seemed to work.
So on the boy's 18th birthday, when it was clear he could make his own decisions, one of which would be to strike out on his own, they sent him to his maternal grandmother's house for a prolonged stay, hoping her love would set him back on a suitable path. He didn't mind, he loved his grandmother, who treated him, always, with kindness and compassion.
Eloise Anderson was a beautiful woman, and doting grandmother, who lived alone at 65, widowed for several years. But she was also stern, broaching no bad behavior on anyone's part, particularly her grandchildren, whom she adored and would do her best to give proper guidance to. She lived comfortably, set for life by her late husband's business, which she sold, and a sizable sum he'd left her. Kyle loved visiting her, loved the seaside home in which she lived, loved the freedom he felt there, and the ocean where he'd sit and stare for pensive hours on end.
Things had gone well, at first, when Kyle went to Granny El's house, as he called her. But then his brooding moodiness took hold, and Eloise would try to offset in caring doses of love and discipline. And that afternoon came when she came back from shopping to find $100 missing from her sock drawer she'd had stashed away.
She didn't want to accuse Kyle, but had no choice. No one else had access to the house, save for the cleaning people who hadn't been there for a week. So she sat the boy down, let the facts be known, and waited for an apology and return of the money, the former far more important to her than the later.
Kyle was hurt because in truth, he hadn't stolen the money, he never would from Granny El. She'd misplaced it, but wouldn't realize that until much later. For now, she was furious with him, and hurt, and her words, however carefully she tried to couch them in love and support, stung him to his core.
"Honestly, Kyle, I don't know what to say, you disappoint me so!" she cried out as he sat at the kitchen island, sullen and angry and unable to defend himself from someone so determined to hold her truth as absolute. "I've tried so hard, so terribly hard..."
And it went on and on, Kyle withdrawing, not speaking, until he couldn't take it anymore. He raced from the kitchen to his room, grabbed a backpack and realized he hadn't many clean clothes, just a pile of dirty stuff in the corner. Angrily, he stuffed what he could find into a backpack and made for the front door.
"Where are you going?" Eloise cried out.
"Anywhere but here," he growled. "I just need...to be alone...I dunno, maybe Auntie Sue's..."
That provided a measure of comfort to Eloise. Susan was her older sister by one year, also a widow, a pretty, thin silver-haired woman who lived a couple of miles away.
"Oh...OK...I guess that's..." Eloise stammered, hurt by his abandoning her but understanding why, and hoping her sister would provide him some comfort and guidance that she apparently could not.
She phoned her sister as Kyle stormed out, and they had a supportive talk, Susan more than understanding of the situation. She'd raised boys of her own, now grown and gone and providing her with grandchildren, and she would welcome young Kyle into her home. She loved the boy, but hadn't seen him for a few years, and it would be good to catch up and give the troubled teen a hopefully helpful change of scenery.
"It will be ok, El, it will, it will," Susan said soothingly to her kid sister. "He'll be fine here for a spell, just give it time, it will all work out."
And she waited for the boy, fixing up the spare room and changing her clothes, slipping into jean shorts and t-shirt on this warm summer early evening, and taking out a frozen casserole she'd made the week before, a quick dinner for the two of them. She was standing at the kitchen window when Kyle pulled into the yard in his battered car, smiling when she saw him get out. She couldn't help but notice he'd turned into a handsome young man, tall and lean, a great curly mop of blonde hair atop his head, the gait of an athlete as he loped toward the house, grinning when he saw his beloved Auntie Sue come out onto the porch to greet him.
"My God, you've grown, has it been that long?" she laughed, hugging him close as he dropped his bag to return the embrace.
"I guess so, it's been what, a couple of years?" he laughed, bending to tuck his head alongside hers, holding her close.
Too close, he suddenly thought, smelling her wonderful, clean scent, a mix of soap and shampoo and fresh-scrubbed skin. Terrible thoughts entered his mind he tried to shake away as he looked down her back to the marvelous little bubble ass he saw in her tight jean shorts. His cock started to stir, and he nervously broke the hug, holding her shoulders and smiling at her.
"You've evolved, young man!" she laughed, looking him up and down.