Aunt Neighbour
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 16: I’m not actually European
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 16: I’m not actually European - Alex has always lived a quiet life with his family in a peaceful neighborhood, his days blending into one another with a predictable rhythm. But when his estranged aunt, Allie, moves back into the neighborhood after their grandfather's passing, his world is turned upside down.
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Alexa now burst out laughing and my mother just rolled her eyes at my dad’s sense of humour, something she’d endured for well over twenty-five years. Me? I just sat there and looked disgruntled. It was now part of an act Alexa and I had agreed to, in order to keep my parents from finding out how close we were becoming.
We left the restaurant and Alexa was about to get into my car with me when my mom stopped her, shaking her head.
“Allie, drive home with Michael, if you will,” she said, easing her by the shoulder towards my dad’s 4x4. “I want to have a word with Emily Post here about keeping good company.”
Alexa looked at me before she climbed into the car and gave me a small wave, a gesture I did not return. The trip home consisted of my mother lecturing me about being nicer and more accommodating to my aunt.
“I don’t understand,” she groused. “You both love languages, you both love political sciences, you love anthropology and history ... you two should be getting along like gangbusters.”
I said nothing but merely sighed.
“I’m pretty sure she’s making an effort to reach out to you, so what’s the deal?” she asked, looking at me. “She’s your aunt, Alex, and she’s much closer to your age than she is to mine, that should make it easy for you. The only thing she and I really have in common is sharing a mother and we’re both frighteningly smart.”
“Well, as long as you’re modest about it.” I quipped, trying not to smirk as I drove.
“Don’t you snark at me, Doctor House,” mom warned shooting me a look. “I don’t care if you need to reach so far down that you pull yourself inside out, you are going to be engaging and friendly from now on. Capisci?”
“Yes...” I sighed.
Later that night, my mom and dad received a phone call from a colleague who wanted their assistance with some issue. The friend lived on the far side of town and dad suspected they might stay and would not be back til morning. And while they seemed to think that Alexa was perfectly capable of looking after herself, mom gave me a stern advice squarely in the middle of the kitchen where dad and her sister could hear her.
“And as for you,” she began, her arms folded as she looked me dead in the eye. “Don’t you dare disappear downstairs to play games or watch movies or whatever. At least not without your aunt. Watch a movie with her in the living room or teach her to play a game, whatever. But you damn well socialize and be nice.”
“Ja wohl, mein mommadant... “ I grumbled. She looked at me once more before shaking her head and then hugging her sister goodbye. Dad patted me on the shoulder and followed mom out to the car. Once the door closed, Alexa and I walked into the dark living room and looked out the big bay window, making sure they actually left. Once they were gone, she turned to look at me and smirked.
“You know,” she began, poking me in the chest. “You wouldn’t get so much crap if you were nicer to me...”
At this I started laughing, all my accumulated grumpiness draining away. I pulled her to me and hugged her close, enjoying the feel of her body and the way she hugged me back.
“Big challenge,” I retorted. “How could I be nicer to the woman I was playing tonsil hockey with less than three hours ago?”
“Well, yes, but that was more of an impromptu shinny game that a scheduled match,” she pointed out. “Not that it wasn’t a good one, though.”
I shook my head. “Still can’t believe you know things about hockey. Most Europeans don’t know shit about it.”
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