Aunt Fiona wasn't really my aunt, but mum always referred to her that way, she was actually a distant relative whom had always been close to the family. I hadn't seen her for ten years, since I was eleven and she was twenty-one. She owns a successful clothing company in jolly old England and was moving back to Australia to branch out; which meant she would be staying with us while she found her own place. It shouldn't have mattered, my family is wealthy. We live in a large house with more than enough room for ten guests; but I like the space and its been great since my two older sisters moved out.
She arrived a couple of weeks ago and memories came back, the most persistent memory was that she had dark hair and was quite attractive; and my memory proved to be correct although she was prettier than I first thought, very pale skin with light blue eyes, wide hips and heavyset breasts. She was dressed smartly, like a business woman and extended her hand when we met.
'Why Kimberly, its so nice to see you again,' she said with her English accent, 'And how lovely you look.'
It was hard to resist her charm, even though I'd been in a bad mood before, I smiled and clasped her hand, 'Thankyou.'
Immediately I was jealous of her voluptuous figure, even thought my hips were shapely like hers I am quite small around the chest area and have the build of a female athlete; powerful thighs, large shoulders and toned abs. My skin is a deep tan from long hours of being out at the beach or the pool our backyard. At that moment I was going to my boyfriends house to have it off and was in a hurry as athletics training always makes me horny so I didn't have time for pleasantries. All the exercise gives me a powerful sex drive, one that my boyfriend can't keep up with; I like to wrestle when I have sex and see it as a sport, I see life as a sport.
As predicted Michael didn't last very long, he was so damn good looking I enjoyed it enough. When I got home mum gave me a mouthful for being rude to Fiona and I escaped to my room before she could give me one of her nasty lectures. I spoke to my friend Kate on the phone for an hour and she told about her sexual experiences with her new older boyfriend; it sounded better than what I was getting and I enjoyed the details. We had planned to go out in the evening so I was going to need some money.
Now even though I told you my family was rich; they are not very generous, to put it short, my father is a tightass and my mother is a little better but still the same; and I was too proud to get a job in cafΓ© or some crap like some of my friends did; no I decided it was just easier to steal.
I went into my parents room and went through my dad wallet. He was the one I always stole from because he was too vague to realise how much money he has and wouldn't notice if I took a few hundred dollar notes. Mum is a different story, I stole from her once and she caught me redhanded; just thinking of her catching me again makes feel sick, she went nuts when she caught me and is the type of mum who'd never let you forget it even though it was years ago. So I'm a thief, a rich upper class one, I also steal from other students because no one would suspect that someone rich would steal, particularly because I'm attractive, popular and a talented athlete.
Anyway, the hundreds that I took from the old man made for a good night and I still had plenty of money to spare; which I immediately spent on clothes after university on Monday. I got a new bathing suit, a black thong and top. This is the favorite part of my day, coming home and then taking a dip in own backyard pool. I wore my new thong and forgot about the top, I like the breeze on my small breasts and it feels great swimming with no top. The water was cool and refreshing and I did laps for twenty minutes before heading inside to get a cool drink from the fridge.
I went inside and to my surprise and horror, Fiona was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. I'd forgotten about her, I'm so used to it being just me and the folks and they usually don't get home till seven. She had already spotted me and I couldn't back away, so I just continued on my way to the fridge, like my half nakedness was nothing. Fiona did looked surprised and I imagined at the time it was painful to her conservative English ways. Her discomfort gave me pleasure so I decided to bend over in front of the fridge, showing off my sculptured ass while I pretended to searched for my drink. I took my time, then turned around, taking the cap off the lid and taking a swig of fruit juice.
'How's the job hunting going?' I said.
'House hunting,' she corrected, her eyes on the paper.
I placed the drink against the chest, its coldness felt good. Fiona looked at me, a tiny smile on her face.
'How's the water?' she asked.
'Try it and find out,' I said and turned away, then I cringed, it sounded rude, I didn't mean to be. I was still wet from the swim and decided to lie on the deck chair for awhile while I enjoy my cool drink. To my surprise, Fiona emerged ten minutes later in a conservative one piece bathing suit. I was forced to grudgingly admire her curvy figure and felt I was inadequate, particularly when confronted with those huge breasts. She didn't say anything, she just dived in and began swimming laps, I was surprised at what a good swimmer she was. After half an hour she joined me on a deck hair.
'The water's lovely,' she commented, wringing her hair out. I noticed before she sat down, that she needed a bikini wax, as some dark pubic hair was sticking out. I always keep my pussy shaved to avoid the hassle, but I guess a well bred English woman would be mortified at the mention of a shaved cunt. She was well toned and I was suddenly curious, being a sporty person, what sort of exercise she did.
'Do you work out?' I asked.
Fiona sat down and smiled, 'Yes. I was a regular at my local gym back in the UK. I love to swim too, its nice to be in an outdoor pool. I shall have to find a house with a pool I think, I will need relief from these hot Australian summers.'
She must be doing pretty well, I thought, finding a house for herself with a pool. It gave me an idea. I decided to go inside, excusing myself for a shower, but instead I found it a perfect time to go through Fiona's belongings.
I went into her room and began to snoop around. Her room was neat and tidy, unlike mine which looked like a warzone. I found her purse and rummaged. She had a decent amount of cash so I helped myself, sticking it in my black thong like a stripper. There was a nice scent in here and I detected the smell of expensive perfume. Her dresser had a charming little jewellery box which I opened ... and almost fainted. It was full of diamonds, necklaces; earrings, a beautiful ring set in white gold. I took them out reverently and was almost aroused just touching it. I loved diamonds so much I would do anything to own some; anything except work. I suddenly realised what a little prick Michael was, we'd been going out for months now and he hadn't bought me anything. Then I heard the backdoor close downstairs. Reluctantly I put the jewellery back and snuck back into my room, putting the money in my purse. I didn't feel bad, infact I was sure Fiona had too much money and I was doing her a favour by helping her spend it.
After having a shower I felt horny so called I Michael, but his mobile was turned off. Typical. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling, and put a hand in my shorts. With my free hand I rang Kate and listened to the filthy details of her sexual exploits and rubbed myself while she told me. She's so damn good she should be a writer. She would be appalled if she knew how hot her stories made me; but she never shuts up to notice anything suspicious on the other end of the line.
Fiona's money was spent on more clothes but really what I wanted was some diamonds. I'm too impulsive to save for any diamonds and when I mentioned it to Michael he just laughed it off like I was joking. I told him I wasn't. I told him that I needed to be shown a certain amount of affection if he were to remain my boyfriend and that affection involved presents; cheap flowers weren't enough. The only thing he'd given me was a pearl necklace, the disposable kind.
The money I pinched from Fiona ran out quickly, as it always does and I figured it was a good time, one afternoon to get some more. Fiona suggested when I came home from uni that we go for a swim; she already had her suit on so I went upstairs to put mine on, a perfect opportunity to sneak into her room again and get cash. What I didn't know at the time, was that Fiona was already suspicious and followed me silently through the house and then, just when I had the money in my hand, she stepped into the room and cleared her throat.
Startled I turned around, dropping the notes and tried to think of anything that would make a plausible excuse. I'm an excellent liar, but from the hard look on Fiona's face I knew that she already knew; probably from the last time. Before I could say anything she spoke, stepping into the room as she did, hands on her shapely hips.