Part V - Crimes So Shocking

“Kevieeee!” came the gently nagging voice, “Where’s Auntie’s pills?”

Hold your horses, you big titted slut, Kevin ‘Kev’ Heterson telepathically transmitted to the blonde waiting for him in the backyard by the pool, while he stood dripping on the kitchen floor, digging in the buxom babe’s crocodile skin purse.

This bag certainly looks expensive, like something Paris Hilton would carry, isn’t Auntie Dale in town to look for work? So how come she can afford swanky gear like--oh, whatever, who gives a crap, now where are those damn pills--there!

Kev raised the plastic bottle and shook it’s tiny pink contents. Okay, so what’s so important? She said she had a headache, so are these like expensive Aspirin? He read the label but of course didn’t recognize the chemical name, he was just sixteen after all and only an expert on crappy sci-fi tv shows and the likes and dislikes of the girls of Playboy.

Oh, I get it, these are sedatives. And it sez only take one, because more can put you in a semi-comatose state. Huh ... semi-comatose...

And a dark thought occurred to Kev, and before his conscience could kick in he had shook out two of the neon-pink tablets, then the bottle was back in the green-scaled purse and he was unscrewing the cap of the bottle of cola Dale was still clammering for and plopping one of the pills into it. Then he jogged back outside and stepped up beside his Auntie’s deck chair like a high-class waiter.

“Madam’s order.” he declared in a mock English accent.

“Oooo, aren’t you Mister Manners, Auntie loves a gentleman.” and the blonde plucked the pill and bottle from his waiting fingers and stuck the tablet on her tongue and swigged three straight gulps of the cola, sending it rapidly down into her waiting stomach. And it wasn’t alone, because Kev’s quick eyes had spotted the second pill swirling around in the brown mixture before vanishing after it’s departed mate.

Bingo!

“Mmmmm, that’s the ticket, your Auntie is a resident of Happy Town now.” she shut her eyes and sighed loudly.

Kev looked her curvy body up-and-down with hungry eyes, his gaze lingering on the thrusting oval of her pubic mound, straining against the criminally-thin yellow fabric of her g-string. I wonder what it’s like to eat a woman out?

“A penny for your ... your thoughts.” asked Auntie Dale in a drowsy voice.

Wow! Those pills work fast!

“I--I was just wondering how old you were, Auntie.”

She whacked his leg disapprovingly with her hand, “Never ask a lady that question, nephie. Heh, nephie, that sounds cute, so ... so I’m ... I’m gonna call ya that from now on.”

“Sure, whatever.” Kev’s eyes were examining the impressive rise and fall of her cleavage while in his mind’s eye he was licking between those amazing breasts, “But I’m really curious. See, Mom’s older then you-”

“Uh-huh,” Dale nodded absently, “big sis is ... is like ... she’s ancient.”

“Right. But she had me when she was eighteen, right-”

“Yep, the dirty slut. Ooops, um ... heh ... did--did Auntie Dale just ... just say that out loud? Huh, I think I did. I ... I feel sort of funny, tee-hee!” she giggled, then burped a bit, her whole body jiggled visibly.

Holy...

It was the hottest thing Kev had seen all day, and that included Tia Jalone’s bare ass.

“Um ... sssso...” he swallowed hard and forced himself to look at her face, “if my mom is thirty-two, then that makes you...?”

“Twenty-eight.” his drugged Auntie replied without thought.

“Okay. But you don’t look more then twenty-one, Auntie. Like an extremely hot California college girl.”

“Oooo, you’re a ... a sweet one.” and she batted at the leg of his swim trunks a few times, then finally got a grip and pulled him down to sit beside her on the deck chair. “Say more nice things ... nice th-things like that to your Auntie. Her ego needs ... needs ... needs a boost. Ohhh, my head is all swimming.”

“Is it, Auntie?” and with great care he laid his palm on her upper leg.

“Uh-huh ... my whole body feels all ... t-t-tingly.”

“It does?”

“Yep...”

“Can you feel this?” and he poked her in the hip.

“Touch me whenever you’re ... you’re ready, nephie ... I don’t feel a thing, except of course I ... I feel ... fucking wonderful ... mmmm, did ... did I just sw-swear ... I think I did...”

Huston, we have lift-off, Kev grinned and gripped her leg tightly, but got no reaction from Auntie Dale, who was starting to hum a rock song absently under her breath. He slid his hand down onto her thigh and stroked it, ran the fingers down to her knee, circled the cap, then slipped the tip of his index finger upwards, running it past her groin to her stomach, and gently prodded her belly button. But got nothing from his aunt, she was was breathing slowly now, softly, and through the dark lenses of her big sunglasses Kev saw she was dead asleep.