Chapter 2: Preparing for Guests

All I can say is thank God my Aunt Linda is living with my Dad now. I don’t think I could’ve possibly gotten the house in order and everything ready without her help. Well, to be honest, I think she did most of the work with just a little help from me. OK ... so she did all the work.

Feeling a little guilty about dumping everything on my favorite aunt, I stopped by the day before Thanksgiving after school was out to see if there was anything I could do to help. My dad, of course, wasn’t home as he probably wouldn’t be in until 7 or 8 o’clock at the earliest, even if it was Thanksgiving Eve (is that an official holiday?) I went there straight from school so when I stepped in I was wearing a simple floral dress that came down to mid-calf, long sleeved with a high neck. It was pretty standard wear for a teacher at an extremely conservative Christian elementary school and I’d grown accustomed to it so I was sort of surprised by my Aunt Linda’s reaction when I stepped inside the entrance hallway.

“What the hell, you gone Amish or what?” I heard from behind me as I hung up my coat in the hallway closet.

I turned to see my aunt, looking not at all glamorous in baggy sweat pants, a grey Steelers t-shirt streaked with seat stains, and old sneakers with white anklets. Her brown hair was pulled back into a haphazard ponytail and she obviously hadn’t put on any makeup, all of which contributed to making her look of exhaustion all the more extreme.

“Well I see you came dressed to work,” she said wryly, her arms folded with a dishrag in her hand.

Immediately I felt even more guilty as I realized how hard she’d been working doing things around the house that I should have been doing. Sure she was living with my dad now but it wasn’t like she was his wife or live-in maid. However, as his daughter I had certain responsibilities beyond just sex and if ever I felt I’d shirked them, this was one of those times. I started to say something in my self-defense but thankfully she cut me off as I had no idea what I was really going to say.

“Oh don’t look so upset, I’m just messin’ with ya,” she laughed, “God Kelly, you can be SO easy sometimes ... and I don’t mean that the way you might be thinking. Seriously, I think I’ve got everything ready so don’t sweat it.”

The place DID look immaculate. I have to admit that housework has never been one of my forte’s and had it been left up to me, there was no doubt the place wouldn’t look nearly as good as it did now. Everything was dusted, put away, swept, and polished. Actually it was the best I’d seen the place in a long time.

“Well I don’t know how to thank you,” I said, looking around in wonder.

“Don’t worry, I do!” she came back, “Your old, discrepant aunt needs a back rub ... BADLY!”

If she’d asked my opinion, I would’ve told her she looked like she needed a whole body rub. I couldn’t remember seeing her so dirty and tired looking. She must have been at it all day so it was no wonder that her back was giving out on her. Heck, mine hurt just THINKING about all the work she’d done.

“Let me shower first, I feel so dirty ... make yourself at home.”

It seemed ironic to hear her say that as I already considered this as MY home. After all, this was the house where I was raised and lived all my life until I graduated from college and got my own apartment. Still, she was the one living her now so I guess that gave her the right to call it hers. That didn’t make it an easier for me to accept though!

We both headed upstairs where she turned to the right and then right again into the bathroom while I went straight at the top of the stairs into my dad’s bedroom. For a moment I thought of it as my parent’s bedroom but then felt a bit of a pang in my heart when I remembered that these days it was just my dad’s bedroom. In my heart, though, it will always be my parent’s bedroom even if it was my Aunt Linda sleeping in there now with my dad instead of my mom.

Aunt Linda quickly stripped and dumped her clothes down the chute in the hallway to the basement laundry. I got a quick look at her nude body and couldn’t help but admire what I saw. My mom had done a pretty good job of keeping her shape into her forties but Linda was unbelievable. Anyone seeing her like this would think she was in her mid-thirties at the most and not 41. Of course a boob lift a few years back didn’t hurt but what you saw was still 100% her. After a brief scare with a lump in her breasts, the doctor recommended against implants so he just tightened things up and left her a solid B cup. But her tight ass and firm belly was totally natural without any surgical help, the envy of many a women ten years her junior.

My dress was much too constrictive to allow me to give her a proper massage, plus I didn’t want to risk staining it with oil or lotion so I stood up and took it off, hanging it over the back of a chair by the side window. Turning, I saw my reflection in the large mirror over the dresser and couldn’t help but smile to myself. When was the last time I’d worn panties and a bra in this room? For that matter, had I EVER? Yet here I was with a plain beige bra and matching full panties complete with pantyhose, standing in a pair of plain brown shoes with just one-inch heels. My dad would have been surely been shocked had he walked in and seen me like this!

The pantyhose was the next to go. Being one of the few pair I had without a run, I wasn’t risking them snagging on anything while I gave my aunt her backrub. My old bedroom was right next door and I still kept a few things there in case I ever had to stay the night so for a moment I debated trading in the bra and panties for a more comfortable sleep shirt. Then I shook my head at myself and remembered that I had an entire closet of my dad’s dress shirts to choose from. When I lived at home it was one of my favorite things to do - to go pick out a new shirt of his and wear it around him. He always complained that I was picking out his best shirts but I knew he really didn’t mind - especially since that was ALL I was wearing.

Dumping the bra and panties on the chair with my dress and pantyhose, I rummaged through the closet until I found the perfect shirt - pure white with long sleeves. It looked brand new and was made of this thin material which felt really comfy on me. Of course being for my dad it was huge on me and did nothing to flatter my figure but it felt so much better to wear as compared to that stupid bra and panties set. The tails came down way past my butt and even when I sat on the bed with my legs tucked under me it covered me completely. Now had my dad been the one I was waiting to get out the shower I might have made sure the shirt wasn’t doing such a good job hiding my ass but with Aunt Linda it didn’t really matter.

It wasn’t that my Aunt and I never fooled around, it just wasn’t something we did normally. Ironically, she was the second woman I’d had sex with. My mom was my first, followed shortly after by her and her sister. After having had sex exclusively with boys for the past two years it was a little surreal doing it with a woman so it helped that the first ones I was with wither my mom and aunt. Still, they WERE my mom and aunt so it wasn’t quite the same for me as having sex with other girls or women. In fact, when people ask me who my first girl-girl experience was with, I usually tell them it was Brenda, my freshman roomie back in college.

Over the years I’d been with my aunt a few more times but it was always with someone else - my dad and/or my mom usually, although there had been a couple of times with Kristi. For whatever reason, we never went off and did anything alone. We were together a lot, especially in the past few months since she moved in with my dad, but there never seemed to be any sort of sexual tension between us. I guess it was because of this that I was more worried about dressing for my own comfort now than trying to catch her eye. I’d rubbed her back numerous times before - she’d had problems with it for ages now, so there was no reason for me to assume this time would be any different.

Sitting on the bed, my aunt came in with a towel wrapped around her hair - and not much else but a smile. She was little damp from her shower, still slightly flushed and I couldn’t help but admire her once again. Damn, no wonder Kristi looked so much younger than her age when her mother looked not a day over 35, if THAT old. I noticed that she was keeping her dark pubic hair trimmed a lot closer than in the past. Hmmmmmm, had my dad been an influence on that? He never much about it but I always knew he loved my shaved pussy better than my mom’s bushy one. Not that he didn’t like her pussy! Just talking about the hair style.

“Being a little shy today?” she teased me, gesturing towards the long men’s dress shirt I was wearing. She knew better of course, it was just her way of joking around with me. She was never one to shy away from being nude at our house, especially once I started having sex with my parents and her. It was the same even more so at her home. It wasn’t unusual for me to go to their house back when she and Kristi were living there and find her cooking supper in the nude or just watching TV all naked on the love seat.

Surprisingly, at least when you think about her love of nudity, my aunt usually wore a bra. What made it seemed sort of odd at first was that she started to do that more often AFTER her boob lift. I would’ve thought if anything she would be proud of the way they held up on their own until she explained to me that after going through all that pain and misery she wasn’t about to have them start sagging again. I guess she had a point but it wasn’t enough to convince me to start wearing one all the time!

Reaching over to the nightstand, she handed me a tube of massage oil. I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined what it had been used for before now. A pang of sadness hit me as I couldn’t help but think that it was my mother who use to keep her own lotion on that very nightstand, not to mention an impressive array of toys in the drawer below. I wondered if my aunt had replaced them with her own favorites?

“Here, I just bought this last week and I just love the way it makes my skin feel afterwards,” she said as I took the dark brown plastic bottle from her hand. With that she laid on her stomach crossways on the bed, facing the front wall of the bedroom across from where I was sitting. I scooted more towards the middle of the bed, pulling the pillows in behind me to support my back as I curled up besides my Aunt Linda. She had her own little pillow under her head, her arms wrapped around it like an imaginary lover as she nestled into place.

“God, my back is just KILLING me,” she sighed, “I hope that extra-strength Tylenol kicks in soon.”

Well, if she was trying to put me on a guilt trip for all the housework she’d been doing without me - she succeeded brilliantly. At the same time while I may have felt a bit guilty, I didn’t regret it all that much. Of all the chores around the house, I hate cleaning the most. Laundry is a pain but bearable. Heck, even ironing was better than cleaning floors and dusting!

Pouring a little of the oil in the palm of my right hand to let it warm up, I leaned onto my left side and stretched my legs out, my bare feet extending over the side of the bed. The room was too small for a king-size bed so there was just a queen. With her laying crossways and me having to scoot down so I could reach her back, it didn’t leave a heck of a lot of room for my own legs.

“Oh that’s cold!” she exclaimed, tensing up as I put my oil-filled hand onto the small of her bare back.

“Sorry! I tried to warm it up first,” I apologized as I started to spread it out all over her back.

“I know ... sorry ... just start at my neck, ok?”

Her neck DID feel tense as I worked my fingers around her, kneading the tops of her shoulders as well. Slowly I worked my way down to her shoulder blades, pressing my fingertips in and pushing as best I could given the bad angle I was working from.

“That feel’s sooo good, Kelly,” she sighed, “Dig in harder if you can.”

Even though I preferred laying on my side as I did this, I could tell I wasn’t going to be able to get the right angle to put enough pressure on her without wearing out my own arm. Gathering myself up, I got on my knees and put both hands on her sides to steady myself as I lifted my right leg up and over her, resulting in me squatting over her lower back, just above her bare butt. Sort of like riding a horse bareback I guess you could say. Keeping both hands firmly on her, I started to work up and down her spine, one hand on each side as I rubbed with the heels of my hands in tight little circles.

“Ummmmm, that’s much better.”

Now and then I must have hit a particularly sore spot as I would feel her butt tighten under me. Without any panties on, my bare crotch was pressing down on the top of her butt crack and I could feel her squirming under me now and then - not a bad sensation really!

“Just push from the bottom to the top with your hands,” she suggested, her voice slightly muffled as she had her head face down into the pillow.