Chapter 2: Mixed Feelings

Actually, it all started before my aunt ever showed up. I woke up on my first day of Christmas break, only to find that instead of it being noon, or some other decent hour for getting out of bed on the first day of your holiday, it was only 8:00 in the morning! What the heck was going on?

Now that I was awake, I felt Mother Nature’s urge so I slipped on a T-shirt and headed across the hall to the bathroom to take care of business. The house was quiet so what had woken me up? Kristi should have been gone by now to the office where she and her mom worked which means in theory, there shouldn’t be anything - or anyone, inside to disturb me. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided it must have just been a bad dream and started back to my bedroom. Oh well, if nothing else, now that I was awake I could take care of another “urge” that also needed to be satisfied when I woke up...

Just then I heard something, like a dish clattering, coming from the downstairs. My heart was pounding but then I realized it was probably Kristi making breakfast. Sheesh, she must be running late again - as usual. Fortunately she basically worked for her mom and in the home selling business it usually didn’t matter all that much if she got in a little late anyway. Still, I was curious what she was doing since her breakfasts typically consisted of something from a box she could eat with her hands. Kristi may have her talents but when it came to cooking and making dinner, she must have slept in the day those were handed out.

I carefully made my way down the stairs. Unlike the ones in my home growing up, these were quite sturdy so I didn’t have to navigate some complicated route to avoid the squeaks and creaks. The kitchen was down the hall once I got to the bottom so I knew that she wouldn’t see me until I got closer.

“Shush! You”Ll wake up my cousin!”

What the heck? That was Kristi’s voice but who was she talking to?

“Stop that silly, I told you if you ate your breakfast you? get dessert so stop acting like that and quit it.”

There was this noise like she was scuffling with someone and then she said a little more sharply, “Damn it Todd, I said to STOP that!”

“But I thought you liked me to touch you there?” another voice responded. Crap, now I knew what was going on. My ever-horny cousin had one of her little boy toys over. With school now out for the rest of the year she certainly wasn’t wasting any time. From the pitch of his voice he couldn’t have been very old - maybe fifteen or sixteen at most.

“You know I do and I like to touch you too,” I barely heard her answer back. It was more like she was his babysitter from the way she was talking to him. Hmmm, I revised my initial estimate - maybe fourteen? “You said you were hungry so finish your cereal and then we can go upstairs and fuck ... OK?”

Standing there in the hallway, I debated what to do next. Suddenly I felt a little self-conscious as the T-shirt I was wearing did a fine job in covering my chest and upper body, but it barely came down to my belly button, let alone anywhere near my bottom. When I’d put it on I hadn’t realized that some teenage boy might be getting a look at me! Thus any thoughts of going in the kitchen and surprising them were out. I wasn’t about to flash my bare ass and pussy to some kid not much older than as the ones I taught in school. Not exactly the sort of reputation you need to have when you?re an elementary school teacher - and one at a small Christian school at that.

The best option in this case seemed to be to go back to bed and ignore them. When I first moved in, Kristi had tried to get me involved with some of her “friends” but I had stood firm from the outset, refusing to allow myself to get dragged into her sordid little affairs. Fucking a high school boy was fun when I was in high school myself, (OK, and maybe a little after that), but now I was twenty-four and nobody was going to buy the “But we?re almost the same age? rationalization any more. Even at twenty-two, Kristi wasn’t in all that much better of a situation but she didn’t seem to mind a bit. If anything, she seemed to relish them all the more as she got older.

Perhaps what REALLY intrigued me was a few of the comments made when I first moved in. When I turned down Kristi’s offers I heard something a few times that made me curious. Things like, “But your mom use to so why won’t your younger cousin?” or “I miss your mom,” usually in tones that sounded frustrated or even exasperated. Kristi and her mom had never been ones to talk a lot about their home life. I knew they? slept together ever since her dad left and these days I also knew what they did together from an early age, but it was more based on an offhand comment here and there or something my mom would pass on to me more so than either of them coming straight out and saying anything.

There had been a few times in the past when I’ve gotten a hint that my aunt also liked to indulge herself with some of Kristi’s “friends”. Indeed, I knew for sure they did older guys together - my ex-boyfriend was one example from just last year (long story... ). I’ve never actually SEEN my aunt with a teenager. Actually, I rarely saw her with ANY guys as she seemed to prefer to keep her dating experiences private. Still, I sometimes wondered just how much my aunt and cousin did together when it came to the younger generation around town.

There was one time when I let myself get into a conversation with Kristi about her “Hobby?. She had been trying to con me into doing something with her and along the way I asked her where she found these boys in the first place. It wasn’t like our own neighbors had that many boys that qualified. She explained it was all mostly word of mouth while some of them went back to guys she was with in high school who now had brothers following in their footsteps.

What Kristi didn’t realize in telling me all this was that it was EXACTLY why I did NOT want to participate in anything with her. If they were kids who were telling one another about this hot chick that liked to fuck high school boys (at least I think most of them had made it to high school), the LAST thing I needed was for MY name to be included in that rumor mill.

Actually, I DID try to talk some sense into Kristi many times but it was like back when I was trying to prod her to quit her prostitution gig. She refused to listen to me then, just as she refused to listen to me now. Once of my concerns about her being a whore was that it would become common knowledge in the community, possibly leading to who knows what problems for her as well as our family. Fortunately, her mom had finally talked some sense into her and she quit before anything like that happened.