When I had arrived in Delaware by train, it had been seven years since I had last seen my aunt and uncle, and I could barely recognize them. Aunt Mary looked older and worried; Uncle Pete just looked old. Both in their mid-forties, they had taken me in upon my father's request that I complete my high school education elsewhere. I had got into trouble back home, and my father was convinced I had been influenced by the bad kids in my neighborhood. Truthfully, it was me who was the bad influence.
Uncle Pete helped me load my bags into the back of the van without once looking at my face. Aunt Mary climbed up into the middle seat from the side and then pointed her finger to the front seat, motioning to me to get in. The ride was mostly silent going back to the house, and I sensed that there was a great deal of stress between the two of them that had little to do with me. No doubt, I was only adding to their worries with my sudden arrival.
Once at the house, Aunt Mary walked me to my room and Uncle Pete followed with the rest of my bags. She went over the layout of the room- "This is where you'll sleep," and "This is where you'll put your socks,"-in great detail, making sure I understood how everything was supposed to be as long as I was in that room. I felt uneasy as she walked around pointing to this and to that, and I was convinced she was a bit crazy to expect me to adhere to such strict rules in what was to be
my
room.
Mary led me around the massive three-level house in much the same manner, explaining what I should do or not do, and generally what she expected. After five hours, the tour ended with her pudgy finger pointing at the stairs leading to the third level. "You don't go there. That's our room and nobody ever goes up those stairs except Pete or me. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it" I replied.
"That's good" Mary added, but I could see that she was not fully convinced that I understood her.
Later as I was getting ready for bed, Pete came in and sat down on the bed next to me as I was folding my shirts for the "shirts there" drawer. For the first time I noticed that he looked like an older version of my father, even though he was five years his junior. "Your Aunt Mary wasn't always like this. There was a time when she was more carefree and she smiled a lot. Something happened, Benny, somewhere down the line she became bitter and..and just
strange
and I have no idea why!" Pete sounded as if he was going to cry, and I remember that I was more uncomfortable at that moment then I had been since I stepped off the train.
"It's O.K. Uncle Pete. She aint so bad, and I'm sorry you guys had to get stuck with me." I had no idea what to say to him.
"Benny, I'm sorry you got stuck with us." And with that he grunted as he stood up and then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
The next day I was starving when I awoke, and I went to the fridge, searching for a bite. "Did you wash your hands?" I heard Mary ask from directly behind me. I don't know why, maybe because of what Pete said the previous night, but I was scared to turn around.
"Um, yep" I lied.
"Turn around,
NOW
!!" she demanded. I turned at which point she grabbed my hands and turned them palms up. "You're a liar, Benny. You just lied to your Aunty and that can't be tolerated. I specifically told you last night to wash your hands before you went to the fridge. And did you? Hmmmm? No! And then you lied about it to boot. That makes you a
dirty liar
!!" She almost screamed only inches from my face. "Don't you lie to me, boy!" she growled.
"I won't Aunt Mary...I'm sorry...I promise I won't do that again" I stammered, embarrassed and truly afraid of her.
"That's good" was her curt reply and she motioned me with that pudgy finger to sit at the table. "I'll fix you something" she said with a much calmer tone.
She made an incredible spread of eggs and sausage, breads, potatoes, fruits, and a warmed up quiche. She put a glass of orange juice in front of me and next to that a tablet. "That's a multi vitamin. You'll need to take these every so often to make sure you keep healthy" she explained. I took the vitamin with the juice and afterward she put a plate of food in front of me. I stared at the plate and then at Aunt Mary who stood before me waiting for me to dig in. "Well? Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to eat it?" she chortled.
She seemed impatient, and stood with one hand on her hip and with the other pointing at the plate. I noticed at that moment she was wearing a robe, and that it had parted slightly at the front enough for me to see a dark patch beneath a pair of silky see-thru panties. I quickly looked away in fear of being scolded and replied, "Did you still want me to wash my hands?" Without a word, Mary flitted her finger toward the bathroom, and I sped from the room to wash my hands.
Once in the washroom, I splashed water on my face to cool off. The sight of Mary's panties was inexplicably exciting. Mary wasn't exactly attractive. She was about 5'2" and maybe 140 pounds. She had olive-colored skin and brown eyes, and her hair was a light chestnut about shoulder length. Her saving feature was her smile, at least as I could recall from my preteen days. The water cooled me off, but the flushed feeling was still there, and I noticed that my cock was slightly hard. I managed to compose myself and go back to the table. Once there, Mary again inspected my palms. "Much better, but you didn't dry your hands." And with that she took my hands and rubbed them on the terry-cloth robe, right down the front across her breasts. "Now eat!" she said pointing to the plate.
I ate with my hard cock straining against my pajama material. I scooted myself under the table as far as I could, hoping to not be discovered, but found myself frequently repositioning myself to accommodate my cock. I had a hard-on that wasn't willing to go away. I wolfed down breakfast and waited for Mary to leave the room so I could leave to relieve myself. She stayed while I ate, reading her newspaper in between taking sips of coffee. She eventually got up when the gong of a doorbell rang in the next room. When she went to answer the door, I sped to my room to jerk myself dry. I came almost immediately after about ten or so strokes, splattering my face and chest with huge gobs of sperm. When Mary knocked on my door, I was wiping myself with a sock from the hamper. "I'm changing. I'll be right there" I said as calmly as I could.
"Well, hurry up," Aunt Mary called. "I have someone I'd like you to meet." I left the room still partially hard, but was safely clad in jeans and a long flannel shirt that hung loosely over my crotch.
"Benny I want you to meet Shirley Spalding. She lives next door and is a dear, dear friend of mine."
"Hello Mrs. Spalding. It's very nice to meet you." I said as eloquently as an eighteen year old could.
"
Hello
Benny!" she almost sang out, and then almost whispered "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, too."
I noticed that she was probably two or three inches taller than Mary, probably about fifty or so, but not at all unfit. Her hair was curly dark brown and short, and I remember thinking she looked just like a seventh-grade math teacher or perhaps a nurse.
"Shirley isn't married, Benny. You'll address her as
Miss
Spalding or Doctor Spalding," Mary explained.
"Doctor? You're like a surgeon or something?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Oh, no! I am a medical doctor, but I practice