In mid-October, Shauna came home looking really upset. She had received an urgent phone call at work from her mother in England. Apparently, her younger sister, who was divorced, had been killed in a car accident and now her two young children were left parentless. The father was in jail on a lengthy sentence for assaulting the kids' mother, so was out of the picture, and Shauna's mother - a widow - was unable to look after the kids for more than a few days because of her age.
Trey was upset to be losing her - maybe for a very long time, maybe for ever - but recognized immediately the obligation Shauna felt in heading back to the UK to deal with her family's needs. So in a matter of three days, Shauna wound up everything, her classes were distributed to other professors, and Trey had taken her to the airport and hugged and kissed her goodbye.
That night, alone in bed, Trey felt really down. In the space of just four years, he had lost his father, discovered an Aunt he had never known, fallen in love with her and lived an incredible time of sex and love, lost her to brain cancer, found a new lover and now had to give her up to someone else's greater needs.
He would reach across the bed and find no-one there. For some reason, the house started to develop 'emptiness' echoes. On the second Saturday morning after Shauna left, he finally got out of bed around 10 and made himself some toast and marmalade. Normally Saturday breakfast was a highlight of the week. Full English Breakfast, copious cups of coffee, and maybe even a Buck's Fizz. Not toast and marmalade on it's own.
He was on his second slice of toast when the doorbell rang. Wrapping his robe around his naked body, he went to the door. As he opened it, in came Aunt Ruth, his deceased mother's younger sister, who was also newly introduced into Trey's life.
She came in like she was a whirling Dervish. "I knew I would find you here like this - not dressed, not having your usual big Saturday breakfast, and feeling sorry for yourself. So here I am to brighten up your day, and of course, to complicate your life!"
Trey smiled. "Well, I could use some happy company, not feeling too happy by myself. But how are you going to complicate my life?"
"By moving in with you! Apparently there is a structural issue with the building my small apartment at the University is in, and it will take months to remedy, and so I am homeless, and you have a second bedroom and currently no room mate, so her I am."
"You want to move in with me?"
"Why not? I can afford to pay my share, I am not too bad a cook, so can take some of that load from you. And if either of us has an unscratched itch, we can help each other out....!"
"You mean, you want to room here with me, and have incestual sex with me when you are feeling randy?"
"Yes, but you can have incestual sex with me whenever you're feeling randy, too."
"Laugh out loud, that could be every night!"
"So?"
"What do you mean, So?"
"Sit down boy, we need to talk."
Trey sat down. Ruth poured herself a cup of copy, popped a slice of bread in the toaster, and kept herself busy tidying the kitchen until it was ready. Ruth was 23 years older than Trey, and very much a woman of the world and her own person.
Finally, after biting into the toast, she started talking with her mouth full. "I have been observing you. You enjoyed sex with Shauna, you liked her company and was happy to have her around, as she lifted you out of the gloom of losing Sarah, but everyone could see you didn't love Shauna. Like, yes; fancy sexually, yes; but love, no. Not like Sarah."
Trey shrugged his shoulders. "You could well be right."
Ruth smiled. "And you quite fancy me, for sex, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes, your friends say so, even Shauna told me she felt you fancied me. And she was really convinced after the threesome we had."
"Guess I should not chose professional poker as a career..."
Ruth laughed. "That's true. The point is what you feel isn't one-way. I quite fancy you, too. I only have one concern. Do you fancy me because I remind you of your mother?"
Trey's reaction was instantaneous - a vigorous shake of the head. Then, after a pause, he said "No, no no. I really have no vivid memory of my mother. None really, other than the one photo of her face. My parents didn't take many photographs when I was a kid, and what few they took were of me. I was 10 when she died, and for several years before she died she was ill, so until I met you, I had no idea what she looked like. I didn't know about you, either"
There was a pause. Trey went on, "You have firmed up some blurry memories, but I have to admit, my fancying you is exactly that. I just love your attitude to life, which I am sure is a lot more ebullient than my mother's was. You decide what you want, and you go for it. And my guess is you will normally get it, too. You're kind of like Sarah, but only, different."
Ruth smiled. "I had heard a lot about you before I came round that evening. In particular, Marjorie (who quite fancies you too) figured that your relationship with Shauna was something that you allowed to happen to counteract your loneliness. Marjorie put Shauna in your life exactly for that reason. She was sexually desirable, but not someone you could or would love."
Trey poured himself another coffee. Then, on a whim, he popped more bread in the toaster. "Want one too?" he asked. Ruth nodded.
As he prepared the toast, Ruth went on. "If Shauna really loved you, she would have asked you how you felt about bringing her sister's kids out here. With her position here as a professor, it wouldn't have been difficult in the circumstances to get those kids over. But instead, she gave up her job and went back, and I have it on good authority from George in his capacity as Dean as well as a friend, that Cambridge wanted her back enough to offer tenure."
After a pause, he looked at Ruth. "Have I got this right? You want to move in here as a room-mate, with your own room but occasional nights together, in the hopes that I will fall in love with you?"
He turned to look at Ruth, who stepped forward so her face was inches from his. She looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes!" Then she leaned forward and kissed him.
The kiss lasted. Tongues explored. Arms held the other close. Then Ruth reached in between them and pulled his robe open. Her hand found a hardened cock, and grabbed it. "I rest my case," she said.
"I hope not," he said.
Ruth took him by the hand and led him into the sitting room. She flipped the robe off his shoulders on to the floor, then pushed him in the chest so he fell back in to the settee.
She started to strip. Her jacket hit the floor, and then she pulled her blouse up over head. She was not wearing a bra. She undid the belt on her skirt, and undid the zip on her right hip. Under it she was completely devoid of underwear. She stepped out of the skirt, and stood naked in front of him. By now, he was fully erect.
All she was wearing was high heels, like some porn star. Trey noticed immediately that her previously thick bush had been thinned out and trimmed to a smaller shape, and that the area immediately adjacent to her vagina was now completely shorn of hair. As he took this in, she knelt down between his knees, but not touching him.
"Tell me you don't want me to continue with what I could do in this position. Go on, tell me to stop because you don't fancy me."
Trey swallowed before answering. "You know bloody well I can't!"
Ruth placed her hands on the cushions either side of Trey, so she could lean forward. Without touching his cock with her hands, Ruth covered the head of his penis with her mouth, and slid it fully into her mouth. She reached up and pinched both his nipples, and then started slowly bobbing her head up and down his fully extended erect penis.
Trey was laying back, eyes closed, moaning gently. He could feel his ejaculation building. He was willing it not to explode, but could not hold that thought forever.
When he came, he thought he would never stop. When he finally did, he pulled Ruth up off her knees, and towards him, and she sat on his naked lap. Opening her mouth, she showed him the quantity of his ejaculate. Then, with a cheeky grin, she swallowed it all. Trey turned her face towards him and kissed her. Cupping one breast, he played with the nipple as the kiss went on and on....
"I refuse your first offer," he said. "The guest room is not available. If you want to be my room-mate, then you must be exactly that. You must share my room.... every night."
"Are you sure?"
Trey silently nodded.
Ruth said "You know there will be comments. People who don't know the whole situation, don't know I am your mother's sister, will think that you were unfaithful to Shauna and dumped her for me. People who do know I am your Aunt may not have a proper understanding of the relationship either. They may even accuse you of wanting a substitute mother. And, they may accuse you of breaking the law"
Trey answered quietly. "I know. But the honest truth is - ever since the first time we, you and I, had sex - with Shauna - I have felt more of a connection with you than with her. She was happy to have other people in our relationship. She even suggested us having a hedonistic Christmas at a nudist colony in Jamaica, looking for others to have sex with..."
"She was looking for good sex, not love. And you want to be loved as well as have good sex. And that is the root of the differences between you." Ruth's reply was quiet - almost a whisper.
Trey looked in to Ruth's eyes. "You know, you are a very attractive woman. And I don't mean just because you remind me a little of my mother. You just are - but with a lot more personality. She was always the quieter one of my two parents. No-one would ever call you quiet..."
