Jake’s[m21] Aunt[f37] takes over his room, and his dreams. [inc]

I thought I knew the real story of how my mother knew my aunt Allyn. The way I was told, they had both been friends since elementary school, and they both had a crush on my father, who they had both met one summer. Dad was on the varsity football team, class president, eagle scout, voted most likely to succeed, yadda, yadda, yadda. From the way he would tell it every girl had a crush on him.

So obviously mom got dad, as I call her mom, and her best friend Allyn settled on his uninspiring twin. Settled is the running joke. Uncle Tom was not well liked, usually running into some kind if trouble and expecting dad to bail him out. Uncle Tom was one of those guys who always had a big money making scheme that never quite worked out. Anyway, this was the story the way I had heard it growing up.

The last I had seen of my aunt Allyn was when she and uncle Tom moved out to live in California. Tom had finally struck it rich on some kind of business deal that actually panned out, and decided the rest of the family could go blow themselves.

Obviously we stopped thinking so highly of uncle Tom at that point. He got downgraded from “the uninspired brother” to “that worthless assed twin.” Ever since they left I’ve heard what a self-centered ass he was. Aunt Allyn at least had kept in touch with my mom by email, maybe writing once or twice a year. While aunt Allyn apparently always defended him, I didn’t end up holding a lot of respect for Uncle Tom growing up.

I was eighteen when my mom sat me down three months before high school graduation. Aunt Allyn and uncle Tom were finally getting a divorce, she says seriously. As such, Allyn was moving back to the to the southeast, and would be staying with us for a while.

As a middle class family, our house isn’t exactly huge. It’s a two floor, three bedroom house. On the main floor are two bedrooms, one of course being my parent’s bedroom, the other having been converted into my mom’s crafting room. It was filled with yarn and scrap book crap, and I do mean filled. There is a den downstairs with an uncomfortable and awkward fold out couch, and then my bedroom. That is it as far as sleeping rooms go.

So I had to ask, “Where is aunt Allyn going to sleep?”

“That’s… what I wanted to discuss with you Jake. We will need to make her sleep on the couch in the den, unless of course you want to volunteer your room in Allyn’s time of need…?” If that sounded like a question, you don’t know my mom. There was no option here. She was being polite, allowing me to make a noble sacrifice instead of telling me how it would be. If I chose to keep my room, I would still be on the couch, just also an asshole.

Here was the dilemma. My senior year had been pretty awesome up until now. My girlfriend Missy and I had recently given ourselves to each other, if you know what I mean, and do so almost nightly. (I had made her wait until we were both 18, but it was difficult.)

My bedroom door has a sliding glass door that leads out into the backyard. Sometimes I would use that to sneak out and go to her place. Sometimes she would show up at my door and spend a few hours here with me. If auntie Allyn took over my room, it might end up being all but impossible to get laid.

When you are 18 that is a lot to ask.

Still, I didn’t exactly have a choice either. “Of course she can have my room mom. I will take the couch. When does she get here?”

“She called us this morning to tell us that she has been sleeping in a hotel but Tom has cut off her credit cards. We bought her a plane ticket for tomorrow. She will be in tomorrow around two.”

“Then where is she sleeping tonight?” I asked, honestly concerned.

My mother smiled, proud that I was already putting her old best friend first. “Of course we sent her some money dear. She’ll be okay.”

“Uncle Tom is going to be pissed. He’ll see this as picking sides.”

The smile drained from mom’s face as she stood up from the table. “Yes well, we have. Let your father worry about his brother.” And with that the discussion was over.

I told my girlfriend about what was going on that night, while she lay naked in my arms. We were at her place. “Well that really sucks. Is that why you were such an animal tonight?” she asked, kissing my neck.

“A bit. It is going to mean a lot less time like this.”

“You can still come over to my place Jake.”

“It will be really difficult. It’s not like I can just open up the garage door. It’s loud as crap. Mom has warned me how light of a sleeper my aunt is.” My girlfriend did her best to assure me a strained sex life wouldn’t affect our relationship. I could hear the white lie in her voice, the lie she was saying more to herself than to me.

The next day I left school early so that I could meet my aunt at the airport with my parents. I was only eight the last time I had seen her, and I had remembered her as pretty and fun, for an adult at least… My parents have pictures of her of course, all old, and as an adolescent adult I’ve thought of her as kinda pretty, at least in the photos. My parents were hot shit too back then I guess too, although now they are both kinda fat. I had no idea what my aunt looked like now.

When we finally saw her, I wasn’t the only one blown away. Allyn was tall, with dark red hair and a deep California tan. She was both thin and fit. Her jeans looked painted onto a pair of long legs and a tight shapely ass. In the pics she had always been small chested, but it looks like Tom had made some renovations in that area. The sweater she wore wasn’t specifically flattering, but it didn’t hide the fact that she was now stacked either.

When she finally saw us, my parents sucked in a breath, and it took a moment to tell why. That is it took a moment for my eyes to climb back up her surprisingly attractive body.

Allyn had what looked like quite a shiner on her. It was healing, but it was obvious that the black eye had taken up half of the right side of her face at one point. We all gasped and winced at the site of it. It is always horrible seeing violence done to women, especially family.

Allyn smiled meekly as she came over, and as we hugged the woman I lost all that was left of any respect I had ever had for my uncle. It was obvious that the smile she gave us hurt her face, as it came out as a half wince.

Despite her killer body, I wasn’t really thinking of her sexually. I mean, she was my aunt after all, and in pain. I thought she was hot as hell, but it was at that point kind of an objective assessment. I couldn’t not notice how sexy she was, but the idea of wanting her sexually didn’t really occur to me.

Things change. My interest in her physically grew slowly over time.

So let’s skip ahead, say…. three months.

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  1. # 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙢 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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    # 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨.𝙭𝙮𝙯

    # 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.𝙭𝙮𝙯

  3. # 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙢 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢

    # 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨.𝙤𝙧𝙜

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    # 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.𝙭𝙮𝙯

  4. # 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙢 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢

    # 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨.𝙤𝙧𝙜

    # 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨.𝙭𝙮𝙯

    # 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.𝙭𝙮𝙯

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