Chapter 3: Seeking Aunt Linda’s Help

I dialed the office and fortunately my aunt answered the phone. At least she wasn’t out looking at homes with a client. She seemed a little surprised that I was calling (she knows how I like to sleep in) but didn’t press the issue.

“Aunt Linda, I’m not sure how to say this but I don’t know who else to turn to now.”

“What are you talking about Kelly? Hell, you know you can always come to me about anything.”

“Well. It’s about Kristi...”

“Oh great, NOW what has she gotten herself into? Where the hell is she anyway? She’s late again.” My aunt sighed audibly over the phone.

“Well, it’s not what SHE is into, it’s who is into HER.”

“Ohhhhh, so THAT’s why the little slut’s late this morning. I figured it must have been something like that although I guess at this time of day I figured it would be the two of you. So what’s the big deal? It’s not like we?re all that busy here at this time of year so I wasn’t all THAT worried about it.”

To say Kristi and her mom have a rather unique relationship would be the understatement of the year. Still, it seemed to work for both of them so who was I to say anything?

“So you know someone named Todd?”

There was silence on the line and I wasn’t sure if it meant she was thinking about it or if she didn’t want to answer.

“Well ... I guess you could say that. Why do you ask?”

I went on from there to explain to her the events of the morning and my concerns about what she was doing. I hadn’t quite finished when my aunt cut back in.

“You know Kelly, we’ve talked about this before so I’m not so sure what you expect me to do? Frankly, if this is the Todd I think we?re talking about, I can’t say I really blame her. Have you seen the kid yet? He’s pretty damn cute.”

THAT wasn’t exactly the response I was hoping for. Still, sooner or later we needed to work this out and if I was going to have any success it was paramount that my aunt be on board with me.

“No, I haven’t see him yet but he certainly didn’t sound very old,” I said, trying not to let the frustration escape through the phone, ‘she won’t listen to me about this - we both know that, so I was thinking maybe this would be a good time for something like an intervention before she gets herself in hot water someday.”

“An intervention? You’re kidding ... right?”

Thank God video phones aren’t here yet otherwise she would have seen my eyes rolling.

“OK, maybe a bad choice of words but someone needs to talk some sense into her and stop this and I can’t think of anyone she”Ll listen to but you.”

Again, there was a long pause on the phone. Then it was like she started to say something but changed her mind and then it went quiet again, only to repeat this a couple more times before she finally said something.

“Look, things are dragging around here so how about I come over and we can talk some more about this, OK?”

It sounded like a plan so I agreed and she quickly hung up. Sitting there with my silent cell phone in my hand, I thought about what she had said and then it dawned on me that she hadn’t really promised anything at all. Well, hopefully she would do something to convince her daughter what a treacherous road she was on. Hearing some of what was going on down the hall though, I had a feeling it was going to take some pretty tough love to convince her.

Having just finished myself and now after talking to my aunt, I really wasn’t all that horny any more so I decided to quickly wash up and get dressed. It would take my aunt about fifteen minutes to get here if the roads were clear so I had to hurry. There was no sense in getting carried away as I had no plans for going anywhere. All my shopping was done and today was supposed to have been a day of sheer laziness.

By the time my aunt arrived I’d cleaned myself up and thrown on some sweat pants and sweatshirt - perfect actually for this early in the morning when it seemed the house was a lot colder than the hallway thermostat claimed. I was waiting for her in the living room after having silently slipped by my cousin’s bedroom. Passing by I couldn’t help but take a peak but there wasn’t much to see with the covers mostly over the two of them. All I could make out was the back of his head and shoulders as he appeared to be fucking her plain old missionary style. His head was buried in her neck, covering his face as well as hiding hers from view. She was being uncharacteristically quiet as usually Kristi is quite vocal during sex.

I was waiting on the couch when the door opened and in walked my Aunt Linda, back home again for the first time in weeks.