Chapter 4: Auntie Mame

She wasn't really my Auntie Mame. That's just what Mom called her older sister, Marie. They looked quite a bit alike but Marie was definitely a bit wilder and showier compared to my mother. She visited often and it was always a lot of fun. Marie showed up more often after Dad died, and I knew it was her way of helping Mom.

I was still young enough to get by with pretended innocence when sex came up. Aunt Marie loved to tease me about things that were a little beyond the sexuality level they thought I was in. It was delicious. I was in love with her, too. But only second to Mom.

I must have been eleven or twelve by then.

They were lying on the lounges by the pool when I slammed the gate.

"Charley, sweetie, don't you think your mother should have a date once in awhile? Come on, honey agree with me!" Her lipstick was a bright cheerful slash across a pretty, wide face all peering at me above the cushion of breasts and cleavage that made everything in me vibrate. I didn't know what it was all about, but I knew what I liked.

"Uh, I don't know, Aunt Marie. I guess so. If she wants to."

"Now Marie, leave Charlie alone, I'll start dating when I'm ready. Charlie and I get along just fine. He's my date when I need one! Right, honey?"

"Sure."

"Be a dear and go get some more sun lotion for us?"

"I'll let you rub it all over me, Charlie dear. What do you think of that?'

"Marie!" my mother chided. A giggle escaped her lips and she looked at me with her usual motherly pride.

I turned red and also turned to go get the lotion.

"He may be a pervert, but he's OUR little pervert!" Aunt Marie's laugh followed me into the house.

When I came back, they did let me put the oil on their sleek backs and with the tops of their suits untied, my fingertips found the way to the soft sides of Aunt Marie's breast.

"Ohhhhh, Charlie. You are so good at this. Are you sure he's not legal age?" she murmured to my mother.

Since I was a kid and part of the family they were fairly relaxed about the whole thing. When I worked the oil into her legs, Marie spread her legs wide and I even saw a few hairs between her legs where they had escaped the bikini bottoms. I rubbed higher and higher until I could feel the hear radiating from that great secret place.

Marie rolled over and for a moment lost control of her top, giving me a fairly long glance at her right breast. I think I saw her smiling as she caught my long appreciative stare at her dark nipple.

"Now this side." she smiled, snuggling the breast back into its cup and tugging both into place.

I did her legs but she took over before I got a shot at those luscious boobs.

"Thanks, sweetheart." I knew I was dismissed. "Your mother will kill me if I don't do the rest myself."

I dutifully rubbed the oil into my mother's back while they exchanged the lively form of sisterly banter that I heard so much of I could almost repeat it like a script. But I was comfortable enough to sit astride Mom's bottom and legs while I worked. Being in contact with her deliciously soft bottom for this long with a good excuse was exquisite pleasure.

I worked my way down her legs and they finally turned their jokes to slightly off-color references to me which they thought I was too young to catch onto. I finally drifted off and took a swim.

Marie left in the middle of the afternoon and Mom and I were in the pool.

"Are you going to start having dates, Mom? Like Aunt Marie said?"

"I don't think so. What do you think? Not that anyone is beating down my door to ask me," she smiled and rubbed my head.

"I guess it's OK." I looked away. I wasn't sure how that would actually make me feel.

"Well, let's not worry about it. I'm happy having you as my date anyway."

"Why don't we, have a date, I mean?" I said. "I mean, like you and Dad used to have dinner together in the dining room and send me off to bed? You know, you still have that blue dress."

She looked at me intensely and a smile broke out. "What do you know about my old blue dress?"

"I remember that Dad liked it!"

"Whaaaaat?"

I was caught. I'm sure I looked sheepish.

"Yeah. I used to sneak back downstairs and watch."

"Ohmigod!" she said. "Good Grief! Peeping tom! What did you watch?"

"Kissin' and stuff."

"Oh. We did enjoy that." she smiled and looked sad for a moment and then brightened.

"O.K. Let's do it. What shall we have to eat? I accept your invitation!"

"Hamburgers." I offered. "And wine."

"Done. I have to see if I have that old blue dress. Or will another one do?"

"Blue."

"Let's go get dressed then, date."

I put on my Sunday best spots coat and came into her room. She was fresh out of the shower, in lacy white panties and bra. She was stepping into a half slip and I frowned as the panties were covered from my prying eyes. She noticed and pulled it all the way up to cover her bra too. She gave me a look full of love and amusement.

Dark brown tops of nylon stockings were pulled taut and fastened to a white garter belt and she slipped into high heel shoes.

"I'll bet I can't wear this bra with that dress." she muttered.

She slipped the dress over her head and then reached up under it to pull the half slip down to her waist. She turned and looked back at me.

"Does it show? Can you see my bra strap?"

I nodded self consciously.

In fascinated astonishment I watched as she unsnapped the bra and whisked it out from under the dress. Her breasts blossomed into the silky blue fabric and she bustled to the dresser to find another.