Ashley woke up to immediate pandiculation. Her face felt like a brick from the great slumber, but her pillow was a casualty in the process. It was damp from the stream of slob leaking from her mouth. It reminded her of the time her bedsheets suffered a similar fate, but its been clear skies since that lustful day. Her stepmom got the ultimate revenge, not only did she seduce her, she now had her questioning her sexuality.
The sudden smell of bacon and eggs infiltrated her room, Claire--mom was preparing breakfast for the family. Ashley got up and took a quick shower, changed clothes, and hopped down the stairs to fill her belly. She walked into the kitchen to see the table filled with eggs, bacon, toast, and plenty more to choose from. This was a little too much for the three of them. She looked around for her dad to see him off to work.
"He already left, sweetie." Claire's voice was light and happy. Her back was turned while still cooking God-knows-what.
"Already? I guess I have to wait 'til later to see him."
Ashley felt a bit bad by not seeing him off, but she was also glad he wasn't around to see what could happen between them. She was craving for her stepmom's touch, its been weeks since their first sexual encounter. She was getting tired of using her own fingers to pleasure herself. Maybe today was the day something interesting happens.
The doorbell rang. It was too early for it to be the mailman, and her dad had a key to the house. Claire pranced to the door as if to know who it was. A few seconds later, Ashley heard cheerful greetings and laughter, she could tell the stranger was a woman by the voice. Claire came back to the kitchen holding hands with a woman as tall as her.
"Ashley, you remember Emily from the wedding, right?"
"Yeah, I think so, its been about three years since then though." There was a fragment of her in Ashley's memory. The wedding was something she didn't care to remember at the time.
"Oh, my, you did a lot of growing up since then," Emily said laughing. Her smile was natural and cute. Sandy brown hair hung past her shoulders straightened, it went well with her ivory complexion. "You can call me Emily, Em, or Auntie if you want, even though it'll make me feel pretty old."
"If you're what old is suppose to be, then I've got nothing to worry about," Ashley said grinning. She meant every word she said, Emily was beautiful for her age and closely resembled Victoria Pedretti.
"Well," Claire said smiling, happy to see them hitting it off, " lets get you settled in your room first, and then we'll come back down for a bite."
"Jesus, Claire, are you trying to fatten me up for Thanksgiving or what?" Emily looked at the stacked table in disbelief, and then at Ashley who was piling her plate with three of everything. She couldn't help but smile at her niece for braving through the monstrous calories without a second thought.
Claire rolled her eyes at the comment. "You can complain about the food after I show you to your room. You'll be a door down from Ashley."
"Nice," Emily nodded, seeming to like what she heard, "I hope you don't mind having a neighbor for a while."
"I'm cool with it. If you promise not to snore loud like another individual I shall not name, then we should get along just fine." Ashley gave a shy smile, dimples formed on her adorable face. People would often tell her she favored Chloë Grace Moretz, especially when she smiled with her small lips.
"I promise, and maybe later you can tell me who this mystery person is," Emily teased, hoping it was Claire.
Ashley raised her eyebrows and turned around cautiously. She was afraid the hint was too obvious and feared getting her food taken away for it.
"Sweetie, don't talk about your father like that," Claire said, oblivious to who Ashley was really talking about.
The pair scurried from the kitchen leaving Ashley stranded on Mount Buffet. This threw a wrench in her plans for alone time with her stepmom. Aunt Emily was going to have her all to herself. That meant she would have to keep using her own fingers for a while longer. She climbed the stairs depressed with her plate of food, an imaginary dark cloud floated above her head.
Two days slowly passed by, her stepmom and aunt were tighter than closed virgin legs. They practically did everything together. Their relationship was strange, and they acted so weird whenever she came around.
For instance, yesterday, she went into the kitchen for some orange juice. She found them sitting at the table laughing and giddying like school girls. When they saw her enter the kitchen, it got real quiet and awkward. It was only after she left when the laughter resumed. It was normal for sisters to be close, but Ashley knew something was off about them.
It was a little past noon when her stepmom and aunt walked through the door. They were holding hands while carrying bags in the other. Emily was wearing a white floral swiss dot skort romper that showed a lot of thigh meat. Her legs were smooth and long with croc embossed ankle strap sandals. Her feet was pretty with painted white toes.
Claire had on denim blue jeans that were tight around her thick thighs and round ass. Her button-up olive Henley top was tucked in and further showed her big chest. Those things were like bowling balls and could stop traffic with the wrong color. Her sandy beige skin was probably soft with a nice smell from the cocoa butter she used.
Ashley was spying from upstairs, hoping not to be seen in her Metal Gear Solid shirt.
Her stepmom was looking sexy as always, but Emily was wearing the fuck out of that dress. And those legs were hypnotizing, she wouldn't mind kissing on them like they've never been kissed on before--dammit, her stepmom really turned her out. Here she was ogling her own aunt. What kind of monster did her stepmom create?
Emily was heading for the stairs, making Ashley sneak back into her room. She collapsed on the bed feeling like an idiot. Hiding around corners like a stalker wasn't a good look. Maybe it was jealousy causing her to come to these conclusions. Her mind hasn't been quite right since that day.
Three soft taps on the door pulled her back to reality. She whipped out her phone pretending to be normal. "Come in."
Emily opened the door enough to stick her head in, "Hey neighbor, hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Uh, no, of course not," she said, looking up from her phone, "I'm just going through Instagram and looking at random stuff." Emily's killer smile struck her hard. She could easily turn an average man to stone with it.
"I somehow misplaced my charger like a klutz and can't find it anywhere. Can I use yours for a couple of hours if you're not using it, pretty please?"
"Sure, yeah, no problem. I'm fully charged for now." Ashley yanked the white charger from the wall and handed it to Emily. The perfume she inhaled smelled like peaches. Oddly enough, it was her favorite fruit.
"Thanks, I'll get it back to you as soon as I can. And by the way, cool shirt you got on. Solid Snake is the man."
"Oh, uh, thanks and no problem."
The door closed. Ashley collapsed on the bed again letting out a heavy sigh of frustration. She couldn't believe it was happening. She was falling for her aunt.
