EDITOR:
Miriam Belle
CREATIVE CONSULTANT:
Simply_Cyn
***
"SNOWFALL"
Large flakes of snow had been falling for hours before I woke up. I had fallen asleep in the recliner to the self-important antics of Jerry Springer, my mind either unwilling or unable to really care about women who had verbally abused their husbands and slept with their own mothers and now had to confront them on national television.
I was comfortably warm in my Michigan Wolverines sweater, jeans and socks, the remote loosely held in my hand as the Pepsi I had opened around lunchtime went flat on the end table beside me. My eyes slowly worked open, the essence of sleep heavy and reluctant on my lids. I glanced at the glowing LED display of the microwave in the kitchen and found it was going on five in the evening.
On the television set came a commercial featuring a very attractive woman riding a mechanical bull. The bar in which she rode was darkened save for strategic placement of spotlights that accented her voluptuous form. Tight fitting jeans and a white shirt hugging her considerable breasts were complimented by slick cowboy boots. She was smiling, her expression caught somewhere between good old-fashioned fun and the crest of an orgasmic experience. Her dark hair lashed and flipped behind her as the mechanical bull bucked her around.
I sat up as my interest peaked.
In one hand she held the horn of the mock saddle and in the other, she held a large, juicy hamburger. I watched with a sense of awe as Carl's Jr. equated their hamburgers with sexy women riding mechanical bulls and the promise of heightened sex appeal. She raised the burger to her moist, red lips and bit in, the sauce squeezing out the back of the bun and spattering to her strained t-shirt. Her relishing of the food only strengthened the blunt sexual message, the intended effect immediate as my cock began to swell in my jeans.
"Wow," I said aloud to the empty, dimly lit living room. When in doubt, use sex to sell your wares. Carl's Jr. had good burgers anyway, but I guess the possibility of women like this sharing a Carl's Jr. burger with you made it all the more appealing. It was a ridiculous notion, about as legitimate as how happily seized with dance fever people could get when they drink Dr. Pepper or bite into a Kit Kat. Still, watching that woman in the commercial not only made me horny, but hungry for a burger as well.
Legitimate or not, it had worked on me.
Once the commercial ended the five o'clock news came on, giving me the scoop on the snow outside. I went to the large bay window of my parent's house and watched the snow fall. It was getting deep out there now. Large burms of the white stuff and gravel had been shoved to the roadsides and looked like five-foot retaining walls. The driveway to the garage was still clear for the most part thanks to the salt my father had scattered before he and my step mom left that morning. I wondered if they would make it back from Portland tonight or if they would stay over?
I rubbed my eyes and ran a hand through my short dark blonde hair, leaning against the windowsill and yawning. This winter break had been one of the most boring experiences of my life. My first year of college had been exciting but I found myself homesick as the holidays approached. In fact, I was so homesick that I had passed up a ski trip to Ashland just to be at home with family. As much as I loved them all, the boredom had crept in insidiously and then dragged me down not more than two days after my arrival from Southern Oregon University.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered sleepily.
"Hey buddy," my father's voice said, "How's the weather down there?"
"It's looking like Hoth."
"That bad?"
"If it keeps going like this we'll see another foot before morning."
"Well shit," he sighed, "I think Nancy and I'll stay over in Portland for tonight and try to make it home tomorrow."
"Sounds good," I nodded, "Is Aunt Anna going to keep Sarah tonight?"
"Actually, Anna going to bring Sarah home. You know how your sister is."
My sister Sarah was five years old and extremely particular about sleeping in her own bed. It was almost on the edge of obsessive compulsion when you got right down to it. I said, "Can Anna even get here?"
"She has my truck and the plow is attached," Dad said, "She should be there shortly."
I shrugged, "Okay then."
"Be safe, alright? Keep the fire going."
"I will," I replied, "Night Dad."
"Night. We'll see you tomorrow."
***
It was seven o'clock when Aunt Anna pulled into the driveway. The last fleeting glow of the daylight was long gone, turning the world blue, black and gray. The powerful light over the garage door was cutting through the dark air and illuminating the snow that fell in its range. The battered yellow plow of my father's Ford 4X4 was spewing snow into the air as the storm continued on into the night. The headlights flashed in the window and nearly blinded me as I stood up and grabbed my boots.
Bitter cold nipped at me as I stepped outside without a jacket and walked to the end of the path from the driveway, only the large eave that covered the walk protecting me from the snow. Anna hopped out of the truck, bundled in a dark, hooded ski jacket. She reached back inside and grabbed her duffle bag. I waved to her and she tossed it to me. The driver's side door slammed shut and she worked her way around to the passenger side and unbuckled my sister.
"Hey Sean!" she called out, the passenger door slamming shut behind her as she carried Sarah up to the gate.
"Anna," I smiled and opened the gate wide, allowing her room to pass, "Come on in."
"Thanks," she smiled back at me. She stomped her boots off on the concrete walkway and sat Sarah down. My sister ignored me completely and ran for the open front door, her red snow suit and jacket reminding of the suit Ralphie's little brother wore in "A Christmas Story." Anna asked, "You got a fire going?"
"Yes I do," I carried her duffle bag and we went inside.
The front closed and I locked it tight. Anna unzipped her ski jacket and pulled back the hood, revealing her mane of red hair and beautiful face. When my dad had married Nancy, I had been forced to deal with the fact that my stepmother was hot. Nancy was beautiful in every way, blessed with a body to kill for. I had just gone into high school when they made their vows, and my sister Sarah followed shortly thereafter. But as hot as my step mom was, her sister Anna was even more attractive.
Anna had piercing green eyes and classic Irish features, most notably her wild red hair. When I had first met her she had it curled, but now her long fiery strands were feathered and layered. She was only 38 but looked like she might be 30 even. As her jacket came off I tried to subtly eye her full curves under the khaki pants and red flannel she wore. She unlaced and took off her boots as I took her duffel bag down the hall to my parent's bedroom.
When I returned she was warming herself by the fireplace and Sarah was already in her pajamas, ready for bed. I sat down on the couch and removed my own thick black boots. I looked to Anna and asked, "Did Nancy or Dad call you?"
"I talked with Nancy this morning briefly when she dropped Sarah off," Anna said, her voice slightly biased with the subtle beginnings of smokers grind, "She mentioned the storm was supposed to get bad, but I didn't think this bad."
"Me neither," I said, "Keeps going this way and we'll be stuck."
Anna finished by the fire and then grabbed Sarah up in her arms, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. I could hear her Anna telling Sarah it was time to go to bed and Sarah arguing with her about it. I sat there and thought about Anna more than I probably should have. She was my aunt, for crying out loud. Well, technically my step-aunt but still she was family. To be having thoughts about someone in your family was taboo and so wrong.
Still, I couldn't help it.
As I wondered about what she my taste like, both her lips and labia, there was a swelling in my jeans. I felt so horny thinking about her, and the fact that she was related, even through marriage, made it all the more exciting for me. I leaned back on the couch and entertained steamy thoughts of her kissing me and touching me, her slender fingers exploring my naked torso and then finally wrapping around my seven inch cock, pulling me towards her.
Aunt Anna was a wild child and we all knew it. Her misadventures were legendary in the family now, and I wondered if her wild carefree attitude could ever include the seduction of her nephew? She had always been friendly with me, always patting my back and touching my arm whenever the situation would allow. Part of me desperately wanted to believe that she was attracted to me and that she thought about me as a lover. It was a long shot, about as long as a sexy supermodel riding a mechanical bull whilst eating a juicy hamburger in a darkened bar.
Anna came back down the hall a few minutes later, her hair bouncing along behind her. She looked over at me and winked as I tried to subtly pull one of the couch pillows over my hardening bulge. I wondered if she had seen my arousal or not? She went into the kitchen and I heard the refrigerator door open for a moment and then shut. She came back in with two Budweiser longnecks. She handed one to me and sat down in the recliner.
"Cheers," she smiled and opened hers, taking a long full chug.
I opened my bottle and raised it up, "Cheers."
There was a long silence between us before she asked, "So how's college treating you?"
"Fine," I said, "The math is hard, but then I was never any good at math so what can I say?"
Anna nodded, "Neither was I. Don't feel bad, though. To this day I've never had to figure out when trains leaving from stations A and B will meet up."
I smiled, "I'm actually in calculus."
