CHAPTER 1
Danny's folk were going on a 400-mile coastal trip in the 7-seat SUV with his kid sister and his maternal grandparents. He pictured the vehicle being hot, sweaty and smelly and those conditions repeated in the rooms in cheap motels.
"I'm not going. It will spoil my summer."
His father Ted scuttled from the room, knowing a showdown was coming.
Felicity his mom looked at her nails and looked at her son's throat and said quietly, "Danny I know you are now eighteen and awaiting going to college but most of your friends have gone from the city for summer. You have the choice of coming with us or going to Aunt Lucy is she'd have you."
Danny's eyes rolled into his head.
"Stop that Danny. I'm ready to kick ass."
"Call your fat sister and see if she and Uncle Bert will have me."
"I'm fat Danny. I resent that label."
"You are lean compared with Lucy."
"Aunt Lucy. Oh really," said his mom, pulling in her stomach. "I'll phone her now."
Danny took the 1200-mile flight to Lucy's city thinking he'd cut at slot at the base of his bedroom door and Lucy could push his meals in and he'd sleep when he wasn't playing computer games undisturbed. That would allow Uncle Bert to fart and pick his nose undisturbed but Lucy would worry about her sister raising a hermit for a son. She had a daughter who was either a hooker or a celebrity chef; Danny couldn't remember which one it was and a son who was either gay or a prison warder. He didn't like either of their kids but the mother was okay, well in small doses.
Lucy met him at the airport and slapped some lipstick over both his cheeks and allowed him to see down between her huge tits.
Jesus as big as they were her gut still poked out farther.
"I'm working for the next ten days without a break and you dear uncle wants nothing to do with you Buddy..."
"Danny."
"Oops sorry, Danny. Our nearest neighbor has volunteered to keep your occupied during the days to the best of her ability. Her husband knocks her around a bit and they have no children."
Danny groaned silently oh thanks. He was to be stuck with an old broad with her front teeth knocked out who would mutter to herself all day she'd kill the bastard.
"No thanks Lucy. I'll stay in my room. Just send in meals."
"Watch you mouth Danny. It's Aunt Lucy to you. And you will go with Chloe each day and do what she says. If she reports you have been uncooperative then I'll crack your bare ass with my broomstick."
"You'll what?"
"Listen asshole, I weigh 260 lbs and can lift this car up off its front wheels. If you fancy your chances of stopping me whacking your ass till I draw blood then I look forward to your one and only display of rebellion."
Danny swallowed and said politely, "Um I guess I can cooperate with Chloe."
"It's Mrs Wilson to you."
"Um time with Mrs Wilson sounds great."
When Lucy pointed Danny in the direction of Mrs Wilson's house next morning and drove off, Danny grinned thinking about Uncle Bert who appeared to be his own man. He'd said only three words to Danny, "Shit it's you!" and all evening had said no more than a dozen words to his wife and at breakfast ate silently and then left for work maintaining his silence, leaving his wife to speak to herself and to Danny.
He rang the doorbell thinking rather than woman with a mop and bucket answering the door she would be a gorgeous redhead with big tits and a small ass, if that were possible as a combination.
Danny almost peed himself in shock.
"Hi you must be Buddy, come in," said a gorgeous blonde with narrow hips and cute small pert tits and a black eye.
"Excuse my eye," she smiled. "I ran into a door."
"Danny."
"No it was my husband who hit... oh god, what am I saying."
"I'm Danny, not Buddy. Aunt Lucy fucks up names."
"She what?" giggled the blonde who clutched him to her and kissed his ear because Danny pulled away, knowing she was married.
"Are you frightened of me?" she said, adjusting an earring that had caught in Danny's hair.
"Can I have something to eat?"
"Oh yes, a confused and growing senior teenager. Have you had sex yet?"
"Food."
"Oh yes," she said, closing the door. "Are you adverse to answering questions?"
"Where's the kitchen?"
"Straight ahead, second door on the left."
Chloe handed two slices of toast bread to Danny who put a smear of butter on both slices and slapped peanut butter on one and blueberry jam on the other, pressed them together and took a huge bite while Chloe watched him fascinated.
"Why did you pull away when I attempted to kiss you? Are you frightened of me?"
He looked at his sandwich, ready to take another bite, but decided to answer.
"Nope but I'm alone with you, you are sexy and you're married."
Chloe looked rather startled. "At your age you find me sexy?"
"Yep. You're great looking, slim waist and legs and cute tits."
"Omigod Danny. You've made my day."
Danny took that overdue bite of sandwich.
Chloe waited till he was on to his final couple of swallows.
"Do you usually mention the word fuck to women you don't know?"
"No never. I don't want to get thumped."
"But you mentioned that word to me?"
"No I didn't. I said Lucy fucks up names. Fuck ups is common usage and doesn't mean fuck."
"Oh I learn something new every day," she smiled sweetly, watching most of the remaining portion of the thick sandwich disappear into Danny's mouth.
Anxious to learn more Chloe asked, "Have you fucked girls?"
Danny choked on mashed up bread and Chloe rushed and thumped him between the shoulder blades and out shot the wad across her croqueted tablecloth.
"Thanks. You caught me by surprise again using the word fucked."
"What was the other surprise?"
"When you opened the door and weren't the old hag with a bucket and mop that I had expected."
"Are you on dope Danny?"
"No of course not. I don't do illegal drugs. Lucy didn't say what you looked like and as I walked up to the door I thought it would be just my luck to be put into the care of an old hag."
"I really don't like that description of women Danny."
"Haven't you met any old hags? There are quite a few of them about. And mountainous women like Lucy."
"And women who look like me."
"Oh I really like the look of you Chloe."
"Aren't you going to call me Mrs Wilson?"
"No. You are too young and too cute to be a missus."
"I'm thirty-two, you must think I'm old."