Part X -Discoveries So Evil

Kev Heterson didn’t know how he’d actually managed, not exactly, though he had a vague inkling. But somehow he’d manage to literally turn shit into gold.

Three and a half minutes ago he’d been preparing himself to be exposed for drugging and molesting his mother’s twenty-eight year old sister while she slept by the pool, but now the danger was completely gone and that self-same aunt now felt that she had been so in the wrong to accuse him of and slap him for something he was actually utterly guilty of that she was now attempting to distract him from HER misdeeds by kissing him.

And not a loving matronly peck on the lips between aunt and nephew (if there even was such a thing), nope! It was the real deal full lover’s kiss, moist lips parted and tongues intertwining, she gripped his hips tightly and ground her abdomen into his stomach while his hands roamed over her back.

It seemed to go on forever, but it only lasted about forty seconds or so, then when Kev dared to slip hands beneath her gauzy nightgown the blonde bombshell suddenly pulled back, breaking their embrace. The sixteen year-old boy gasped, then tried to lean back in for more, but with a wry smile Auntie Dale pushed him firmly back.

“That’s your reward for being such a perfect nephew. Now remember, secrets stay secret or we can’t be such close friends anymore and share special moments like this, okay? Understood?”

“ ... okay, yes, of course, Auntie Dale.” Kev nodded hard and fast, “I understand completely.”

“Okay,” her grin widened, “Now I’m going back to the house and to bed, I’m completely bushed.”

“Auntie?”

She paused, stealing herself for her desperate gamble to fall all apart, “ ... Yes?”

“C-Can we go for a swim tomorrow, in the pool, like we did today?”

While inwardly she sighed in relief, outwardly Dale Solcord nodded firmly, “Oh yes, I insist we go for a swim again. More Marco Polo, it’s my favorite game.”

“That was really fun.” grinned Kev.

“The fun is only getting started, nephew.” she replied in a low purr that made his stomach do flipflops.

Dale backed toward the door, “Sweet dreams, Kev.”

“You too, Auntie.” and he reluctantly watched her slip out into the night and seal the door between them.

Kev felt like he was going to fall down, his legs had turned to rubber, he staggered over to the bed and collapsed down upon it solidly.

Holy crap! We made out! Me and Auntie Dale! Or pretty nearly! I got her so twisted around with worry that she was actually willing to whore herself to me! I ... am ... a ... GOD!

He rolled onto his back and stared up at the dimly-lit ceiling, convinced he’d never be able to get to sleep, so many amazing things had happened to him today, they were all running through his mind in a blur, he had to go over them all and sort out exactly what to do next, I mean, he had not one but TWO girls (one an actual woman!) on the hook, so how could he possibly ever actually get to sleep?!

But he was solidly snoring two seconds later, sleeping the sleep that only a truly unconscionable person is capable of...

“Kev! KEV! Wake up! KEV!”

He raised his groggy face from the mashed-in pillow and stared in hazy confusion at the door to the pool house.

“M-Mom?”

“Of course it’s mom!” growled Heather Heterson on the other side of the door, “Who else would it be! Are you still asleep?!”

“Wh-What? Um ... no! Well ... sort of...”

“It’s nearly lunch time!”

It is?! Kev looked to the wall clock that hung over the radio, the cabana’s sole source of entertainment. Well, non-organic entertainment as he’d firmly discovered. But his mother was correct, it as eleven fifty-five. Holy crap!

Outside, the tall, athletic Heather Heterson thumped on the door, “You’re pathetic, Kev! Get dressed, get something quick to eat, then get to the lawn! And no leaving cut grass lying about, rake it all up and put it in the mulcher!”

“Awwww, can’t I do it tomorrow?!”

“It’s always tomorrow for you and your chores, ain’t it, young man. Nope, do as you’re told, and if you actually want your allowance tonight then when I get home this place better look like something out of House & Garden magazine. Or else that thirty bucks is gonna go toward beer for me and your Auntie.”

“You suck mom!” he replied in a surly tone as he dug through his duffel bags of worldly goods looking for shorts and a fresh t-shirt.

“Uh-huh, keep the smart remarks up and you’ll do the lawn for nothing! C-ya later!”

The sixteen year-old combed the scraggly locks of dirty blonde hair out of his eyes with his fingers and blinked in surprise, “Wait, you’re leaving? But--But I thought you didn’t work today.”

Heather blinked fast and coughed, “Um ... I g-got called in again. Yes ... they called me in.”

She glanced down at herself, she was wearing a track suit, which concealed about three hundred bucks worth of extremely slutty Victoria Secret lingerie. Steve Jalone had sent her an email to meet her at the Yeal Hotel, and she was already ten minutes late.

“Again?” said Kev in disbelief as he laced on his Reeboks, “Jeez, mom, they work you way too hard.”

“Oh well, that’s, um, life. Your Auntie is gone on a job interview so you’re all alone for the next few hours. Stay out of trouble, sport.” and she turned and made off so rapidly that when Kev popped out the door of the cabana there was no trace of her except for the distant roar of her Jaguar’s engine.

He surveyed the shaggy green lawn with dismay. Crap, so Auntie Dale is gone and I gotta do the lawn. So much for having ‘more’ fun. Well, screw it, I’d better get to it...

Three hours later...

Arms and legs aching and sweating like a pig on the way to the slaughter house, Kev finished dumping the last stanky load into the mulcher and slammed it’s lid. He rolled the wheelbarrow off and deposited it in the shed back of the pool house, then head hanging low he trudged back to his residence and with great relief left his grass-stained clothes on the cabana floor and stepped under the shower.

So worn out was he that not even one thought of Tia Jalone and her masturbatory hijinks entered his bedraggled mind. He bore the torrent of hard liquid for five minutes then turned it off and staggered out of the bathroom, eager to take a desperately needed nap.

“Th-Thirty bucks, that’s all? I deserve like-”

“What do you think you deserve?” inquired a curious voice from the chair and he froze in surprise at the sight of his aunt!

She sat crosslegged, wearing a beige pants suit and high heels, her hair golden locks of hair bound back in a tight bun. A pair of severe spectacles were perched on the tip of her fine nose and she looked every bit the stern librarian. That’s actually what she was, a library science graduate, though no librarian Kev had ever encountered looked like she did.