Part XXII - Avarice So Excessive

“Hey, Auntie Dale! Are you here?”

Closing the front door of his house behind him, Kev Heterson grunted under the weight of the canvas sacks he was carrying.

Jeez ... shoulda gotten Pete to help me w-with ... these ... uh!

His mom had allowed him to go to the movies with his friends and had even given him twenty bucks for the double action feature, but the price had been in the grocery list she had pressed into his reluctant hands, along with her AMEX to pay for them. And though ultimately Kev and his friends had skipped the film and gone to the arcade instead, afterwards he had still done his duty and stopped by the Piggly Wiggly on the way back.

It wasn’t all bad though, seeing how he’d added a few choice junk food choices to the order plus a DVD he hoped his Auntie Dale might like. And maybe once they were snuggled deep on the couch they could have some fun in the dark, heh!

Kev felt himself harden at the thought as he put the bags down on the counter and so he pulled the perishables out and stuffed them quickly into the refrigerator, not caring if they ended up in the wrong spots, despite the fact that he’d inevitable catch it from his mom because she was so hellbent on everything having it’s proper place, even the container of “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!”.

Especially that. Jeez, she really needs to down some Zanex. Oh well, whatever, I’ll straighten it all out later. Mom’s gone overnight to that convention at the Hilton, so I’ve got plenty of time. Plus I’ve got better things to do then second guess my every move, like doing my Auntie.

Yep, Kev had made up his mind concerning the biggest issue dominating his mind and had decided that a bird in the hand was worth two in the, heh, bush.

Love that very fitting pun!

Yes, he’d made up his mind and decided he must be crazy to have hesitated to give in to his Aunt’s offer to give him the greatest gift a boy his age could ever hope to obtain even in the thickest fever dream: a night in her bed. Dale had made it very clear he could have her, so forget about that little fool Tia Jalone, at least for today and tonight, because he had that tight-kneed jockette by the short and curlies and had more then a month left of summer in-which to deprive her of her virginities one-after-another, but what if Auntie Dale suddenly changed her mind?!

No way, Kev just couldn’t let such a golden opportunity slip through his fingers, nope! And he definitely couldn’t leave his trust in the vids he’d made of Auntie Dale pleasuring him in the pool house, she was an adult and really smart, so if that was what was motivating her to offer her body and soul to him, then it very likely was a dark deal with a rapidly approaching deadline. Kev knew how fickle girls could be, their attentions were so easily diverted, so he needed to act on this, and NOW, lest it all vanish like a phantasm at dawn.

So ... where the fuck was she?

“Auntie Dale?” he stood at the foot of the stairs up to the second level and called up their carpeted length, but received no reply.

He glanced down the corridor leading to the front door and frowned at the fat burgundy Gucci handbag still sitting on the table beside the coat rack. She wouldn’t have left that behind, so she had to still be here. Wait, the back yard? Was she swimming? It certainly was hot enough out there, the only respite from the heatwave pounding Danover relentlessly was indoor A/C or outdoor chlorine.

She must be in the pool, yeah...

Kev headed down the hallway, a grin spreading across his face at the thought of spying his luscious aunt’s mostly naked body soaking wet once again, but he froze as he passed the closed basement door.

Wait--is that voices? Mom can’t be home, and Dad is half the country away, so...?

The sharp instincts of a fast-developing blackmail expert made him turn the door knob softly and step onto the stairs making every attempt to be as quiet as possible, and he prowled down just far enough to stick an eye around the load-bearing wall that kept this part of the house from collapsing into the subterranean level, and as his depthless perception focused the iris dilated in shock at the events unfolding below.

What ... the ... hell?!

Dale Solcord, his aunt, stood leaning her heart-shaped butt against the family’s dusty old pool table, clad only in a criminally-skimpy purple string bikini, which she managed to make even more skimpier by tugging the spagetti-thin straps of the top free and sending it fluttering down onto the floor, leaving her naked except for a maroon triangle covering her sweet groin. Her amazingly natural pornstar breasts hung free, openly demonstrating how a bra was for other women, definitely just a fashion accessory for Kev’s Auntie Dale.

But despite the astonishing beauty of her near-nudity, what was most shocking about the strange goings on in the Heterson rec room was Dale’s lone audience:

Randy? Randy?! RANDY!!

And Kev’s mouth flew open and made to spit out the next repeat of his former best friend’s name in a roaring oath, but he lost all ability to communicate verbally due to what his mother’s twenty-eight year old sister declared to what she thought was only the curly-haired teenage boy sitting drooling in an armchair before her.

“Does nephew want to eat his Auntie Dale out?”

What?! Kev started in his crouched position as if shot, nearly causing himself to go somersaulting bodily down the stairs.

“What?!” gasped Randy and he jerked in his seat as if somebody had just jammed a live cattle prod up his rectum. He recovered in Olympic record time and actually started drooling, “Oh yeah! I do! Yes, Auntie Dale, your nephew will DEFINITELY eat his Auntie out!”

Kev gaped, jaw working madly. Did--Did she just call him nephew? And--And he called her Auntie Dale?! What kind of fucked up shit IS this!

Downstairs, Dale was backing up now and Randy was out of the chair and chasing after her like a fox stalking a cornered rabbit. The tall blonde reached the pool table and gripping the sides again hopped her butt up onto it, lay back and spread her legs, leaving her feet dangling a few inches above the carpet. Randy stepped up and grasped her knees, pulled them apart, then slid his hand up her thighs and gripped the sides of her bikini bottoms and tugged--”STOP!”

Both Blavin and Solcord jerked as if stung. Randy nearly had a heart attack then and there while Dale sat up as if her back was spring-loaded and together they stared wide-eyed as Kev came pounding down the steps, face livid.

“D-Dude!” gasped Randy.

“N-Nephew!” Dale echoed her equal shock.

“Don’t you nephew me, slut!” her blonde descendant halted before the table, “What the fuck is this! And don’t try to lying to me, because I aint in the mood for a fuckin snowjob, so don’t even THINK about it!”

“Uhhh...” and the panicking Randy made to run for the hills, and not just the nearby hills outside town, but for perhaps Beverly Hills. Or better yet the mountains of Tibet.

Dale swallowed hard and her mind worked at high-speed, then she rolled her eyes and frowned, “Oh please, don’t you dare act all high and mighty with me, Kev. You are hardly the wronged innocent boy you like to pretend to be.”

“Wha--what?!” he was taken aback, unsure of how to respond.

She looked to Randy with a scowl, “Kev’s been blackmailing me into having sex with him. Just like you with your naked pics of me, though you didn’t think of taking it that far.”

“What!” gaped Randy.

“What naked pics!” Kev looked back-and-forth between them, then shut his eyes and threw up a hand, “Holy crap--Randy! Man, your dick is out! Put it away!”