Part XII - Lives So Jeopordized

Kev Heterson was just finishing up a slice of cold pizza for lunch when the front door of the house slammed and his mom’s younger sister came storming into the kitchen.

“Hi, Auntie Dale!” he grinned a greeting.

But her response was less then friendly.

“Fuck you and shut your mouth!” she chucked her leather briefcase on the floor and kicked the fridge door so hard that her pump chipped the enamel.

Mom’s not gonna like that, frowned Kev, and no matter what I do I’m probably gonna get the blame. Maybe there is some paints in the garage I can mix up to cover the mark...

He looked to his fuming aunt, “So ... the latest job interview didn’t go so well?”

She shot him a hateful look, “No! It did not! And all the others crapped out as well. Your stupid podunk town of Danover only has three libraries and none of them want me.”

“I’m sorry, Auntie Dale. Maybe you can get some other kind of work-”

“Like what?! Tell me what!”

Kev frowned, “I don’t know. I’m just trying to be nice, no need to bite my face off.”

“Whatever...” the blonde snorted and pulled her hair out of it’s bun, sending her long golden locks shimmering down around her shoulders, Kev stifled a groan, she was so damn beautiful.

Tia Jalone looks like a boy next to Auntie Dale, and Vee Nortelli looks like that boy’s fuckin dog...

He cleared his throat and tried to cheer her up, “Hey, look, why not forget all that bull and come with a swim with me in the pool.”

“Go drown yourself.” she replied in an even more surly tone and stalked off for the stairs, “I’m going to go have a shower to try and wash the Danover stink off me.”

Kev scowled at her finely plumped backside as she ascended toward the second floor, then polished off his bottle of cola and chucked it in the recycle bin beside the stove.

She can’t talk to me like that, I’m not her private whipping boy, unless she actually wants to do some real whipping. And it’s her ass that would be feeling the lash, trust me!

He dug out a breath mint and stuck it in his mouth, then stood and headed up the stairs after her. The shower was already going when he reached the second floor, but the bathroom door was open a crack and when he stepped up to it and peaked through he could see his aunt wrapped in a blue towel and peering sadly into the mirror, perhaps searching for a sign in her perfect face why no library seemed to want her services.

Maybe they can tell that Auntie Dale is an incestuous slut who has a thing for sixteen year old boys, Kev chuckled under his breath, then forced the smile away and pushed into the room.

Dale gaped at him in the mirror and chewed her lip, “Kev! You should knock first.”

“Door was open. Plus, you really aren’t the person to be telling others to knock before entering, dontcha think?”

She only frowned in response and he moved up behind her, slid his arms around her waist, gave her a hug.

“You’re such a good nephew.” she sighed and shut her eyes, “Auntie Dale did it again, didn’t she? She treated you like garbage.”

“It’s okay, Auntie.” he moaned as he buried his face in her hair and slid hands up to grasp her tits through the towel, “You can make it up to me.”

She smiled, but then that expression turned into a frown. Okay, this is beginning to get out of hand, I have to take a firm stance here or something will go wrong. He’s the kid and I’m the adult, I’m the one in charge around here and that’s the way it has to stay...

So Dale gripped his wrists and pulled the hands off her breasts, though they did ache to be squeezed, then turned round to face him, a stern look on her oval face.

“You can’t do that, nephew. You have to wait until I tell you what you can do. Auntie is the boss here.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts!” she jabbed him in the chest with her index finger, “You do as I say, and that’s the end of it. Now, go do some chores, your Auntie needs some alone time. And maybe in a few days, perhaps a week, if Auntie decides you’ve been extra good by fetching her drinks and running some errands around town for her, then you can maybe, just maybe, have another hand job.”

“What?!” he gaped at her, “In a week?! And I have to be your slave?”

“I don’t like your tone, nephew.” and putting a hand to his chest she propelled him back toward the door, “Don’t make Auntie mad or maybe you’ll never get anything. Now, shoo!” and she pulled the door shut between them.

Spare the rod and spoil the child, she smiled confidently at the white-painted wood of the bathroom door. Have to keep him off-kilter emotionally, and then maybe tomorrow night I’ll pay him a bed visit and be all generous by letting him play with my tits for awhile. Heh, men are so easy, and they’re all just sixteen year-old boys on the inside. And controlling a boy is child’s play for me!

And she turned back to the shower, reaching up to pull off her towel, but froze still as a statue at the sound of her own recorded voice coming through the door.

She spun back around, face pale, and pulled the door open, revealing Kev wearing a wide grin and holding up a little digital player.

Dale’s jaw dropped as her recorded self continued to speak from the tiny device’s chromed speaker, “Mmmm, your cock feels so good in my hand. You like me doing this to you, huh, Kev?”