Chapter 7

I dithered for an hour in the kitchen cleaning up trying to fight the temptation to explore more the so-called powers of the ring with Aunt Jean.

And lost the fight.

Aunt Jean was difficult woman. She looked down her nose at the rest of us unfortunate mortals with a judgmental glare. A perfectionist. Where her sister, my stepmom was a bit of an airhead, she was demanding. I had learned early on that it was easier on everybody if you just went ahead and did things the way she wanted them done. I wasn’t proud of it, but I had enough built-up resentment at her high-handed ways to justify to myself that an experiment was in order.

I fingered the ring in the pocket of my shorts, slipped it on, straightened my shoulders and went to do some research.

I knew she’d be watching TV. It was Tuesday so she was sure to be watching Happy Days. She was sitting on the sofa watching as I got there. I opened the fridge and snared a coke.

“Hi Aunt Jean, I’m getting a coke. Can I bring you anything?”

“Hello Steven, no thank you, but you better hurry the show is just starting. Did your Mom get off to work okay?”

“Yup,” I said and took a seat in the chair across the room.

She had her green bathrobe on, and her hair was still damp from her shower. A glass of wine sat on the end table. She was settled in for the night.

Perfect time to start my observations. I slipped the ring on and watched her carefully.

Not much response, her posture relaxed a bit. She sighed and smiled slightly.

“How was your day, Aunt Jean.”

“It was brutal. Mary and Annie were off sick with the flu, so we are shorthanded. Sarah Ann made it worse, she’s useless now that new resident Dr. Nielson came aboard. Honest to God if that women doesn’t dress so her tits practically fall out of her dress. It’s a disgrace. My feet are killing me.”

I took a massive leap.

“Would you like me to rub them for you?”

She looked surprised at the suggestion, then looked like she was considering it. Very unusual, she would never in a million years agreed to anything like this.

Tingling spread through my right hand.

“That would be so nice,” she said. She took a deep drink of her wine. “There is some lotion by the bathroom sink.”

I got back with the lotion knelt in front of her and pulled the hassock over in front of her legs. Behind me Ritchie and the Fonz talked about a girl.

She watched my preparations with wide eyes. I took her right leg and put it up on the hassock and spread lotion on my hands and began massaging her feet. My dad had done that for mom a million times after a long shift so I kinda knew what to do.

I started rubbing. She put her head back and closed her eyes.

“Oh, Steven that feels so good. Don’t be naughty now try look up my robe.”

“Of course not,’ I said.

Wicked kid that I am. I moved her foot to the right. Her legs spread open a bit. Her robe gaped open; I could see the beginning her smooth white thighs.

“Don’t you like to flirt with the doctors, Aunt Jean?”

I pushed the hassock closer to her and nudged her leg to bend at the knee.

She laughed. “No. Those doctors are looking for Marilyn Monroe types. I’m too tall and my tits are too small.” She put her hands on her breasts and hefted them. “They ignore me,” she said sadly.”

I took a deep breath and made the plunge.

“I think you have a beautiful breasts, Aunt Jean.”

She giggled.

“Why thank you Stevie,” she said. Her voice was now singsong, the voice of a much younger woman. “I know you do. You are a naughty boy for sure complimenting a woman’s breasts.” She gave me a sly look. “I bet you call them tits in your head, don’t you?”

I kept massaging her foot and gave her a grin. “I am a naughty boy for sure, Aunt Jean. A friend of mind told me that women like to fantasize. Do you fantasize about showing your tits? Do you like teasing me with them?”

Geez, I was really pushing here. Remember this was a strict Lutheran family and sex talk was taboo, especially for a kid talking to his aunt. If the no-remembering thing did not hold true, I was going to have to leave home and join the French Foreign Legion. I dug my thumbs deep into her arches.

She groaned.

I nudged her leg open more. I felt so deliciously devious. My heart felt like it was gonna beat out of my chest