Chapter 8
After everything, Aunt Cathy and Stephanie left and went back to shop with my mom and Lily. Aunt Cathy told me to give her a few days, that she needed to process things, and she'd let me know what we were going to do next.
I tried to wait patiently, thoughts of my mom, Lily, Stephanie, Aunt Cathy, and Aunt KK keeping me company at night, but it wasn't long before I got impatient. I wanted to see Aunt Cathy again, to feel her body pressed against mine. I wanted to put my hands on her belly and look into her eyes. I wanted to do that with all of them.
After work on Thursday, I texted Aunt Cathy.
When can I see you? What's the plan?
We needed to get Aunt Cathy divorced. Preferably before my uncle found out she was pregnant with my baby. Even more preferably before he found out his daughters were, too.
I impatiently waited for her to respond, but she never did. I chatted with Lily over text about how much I loved her and how much she meant to me, and it made me feel a lot better. I loved Lily so much. I loved them all equally. While we were texting, Lily confirmed that her mom was around but that her mom and dad were fighting a lot. That was probably why there was a delay in the response from Aunt Cathy, but it didn't really make me feel any better.
That night, I thought about them all. But Aunt Cathy never texted.
The next day, I went to work at my summer job, trying hard to ignore that my phone was not dinging with a text from Aunt Cathy. By the time I got off, I had one.
Come over tonight. I'll text you when girls are gone. Staying at friends. Uncle will be going to camp
My uncle and his brothers had a camp on some lake that they would go to sometimes to hunt and fish. I was relieved he'd be gone. I wanted to see Aunt Cathy more than anything else.
awesome. Can't wait
It was going to be a long few hours. I went home, showered, and ate dinner with my mom. She looked gorgeous in a t-shirt and yoga pants, but it had been a long week at work for her, and she said she was tired and was going to just watch TV and go to bed early. I wanted her so badly, but I knew she was still processing things and didn't want to push. Besides, I needed to talk to Aunt Cathy. We needed to get things rolling on the divorce.
After dinner, I chilled and played video games, eyeballing my phone the whole time, constantly checking to see if the ringer was on and that I hadn't missed a text from Aunt Cathy. I hadn't, and she never texted.
I finally couldn't take it and texted her.
Still on?
She didn't text back.
By ten o'cock I was getting worried. I texted Lily under the pretext of checking in and seeing how she was doing, and she said she was at a friend's and she'd text me tomorrow. I didn't want to ask too many probing questions, but at least I knew Lily wasn't home.
I texted Stephanie, too. She told me she was at Amanda's and busy and to fuck off.
Ok... so the girls weren't home.
I waited as long as I could... maybe thirty seconds... before I thought I'd just go over and see if Aunt Cathy was home. Maybe something was wrong, and she needed me.
My mom was in her bedroom already with the door closed, so I slipped out of the house and practically ran down the street towards Aunt Cathy's.
When I got there, I was covered in sweat from running and panting. All the lights were off. Aunt Cathy's SUV must have been in the garage, but to my disappointment, my uncle's truck was in the driveway.
Fuck. Maybe he had changed his mind about going to his camp. Or maybe he'd ridden with one of his brothers or something. I still had to know what Aunt Cathy was doing. I had to know why she wasn't texting me back.
I slipped around the side of the house and managed to get over the fence without breaking my neck but also making what felt like enough noise to alert a square mile to what I was doing. I hoped that none of the neighbors had seen me and weren't currently calling the cops.
I pressed myself into the side of the house and crab-walked to the edge. There were no lights on in the back except the ones in the pool, giving it an eerie glow. I scuffled around in the dark until I could see through the glass doors and into the living room. No lights on inside.
I looked up and coming from the window of my Aunt Cathy's room, a pale glow was pushing past the curtains. What the fuck was going on?
I checked my phone, and while I was playing James Bond, no one texted me. Not even Aunt Cathy.
Where was she?
I looked up at the pale light cutting past the curtains and pouring out of Aunt Cathy's bedroom window. I had to see. I had to know.
My uncle had a shed in the backyard, and I crouch-ran to it, trying to be as quiet as I could. I managed to ease the door open, and there, leaning against the wall was an aluminum ladder. I took it and, as quietly as someone can carry a ladder in the dark while not trying to fall over patio furniture and into a pool, I went back to Aunt Cathy's window.
I spread the ladder open slowly, trying not to make noise, pulling hard on the aluminum hinges that didn't want to cooperate. It squeaked and groaned in protest, but finally, it opened. I stood there waiting for someone to come to the window after hearing all the noise I had made, but nothing happened, and after a few seconds, I stood the ladder up and slowly, one foot at a time, climbed up. I was standing on the top rung before I could see into Aunt Cathy's bedroom.
What I saw sent a wave of nausea coursing up from my stomach.
My uncle, standing naked in the middle of the room, his thick muscles covered in a layer of fat, had his hands on the back of Aunt Cathy's head as he fucked his cock into her mouth. She was also completely naked and on her knees in front of him. Her enormous tits pressed into his legs and squeezed between the two of them, their massive weight pushing to the sides of her chest and his legs every time he pulled her face down to the base of his shaft, her mouth taking every inch of him.
I couldn't believe it. What was she doing? She was sucking his dick.
I didn't want to see this. But I couldn't look away.
I was sick. Aunt Cathy was betraying me...
I watched in horror as his cock disappeared past her lips over and over. I couldn't believe she was doing this.
I had almost convinced myself to turn away and go home when she pulled away from him, his cock covered in her saliva. "Stop it," she said as she looked up at him with hate-filled eyes. "Leave me alone. I don't want you."
My uncle grabbed her curly hair with one hand, then the base of her chin with the other, and forced her mouth back onto his cock.
"Nobody said you could stop sucking it, you fucking bitch." He pumped his hips, jamming his cock into Aunt Cathy's mouth, refusing to let her go, forcing it deep into her throat. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he panted as he fucked it into her mouth. "Suck that cock you bitch."
He pumped it into her mouth as he pulled her down onto it over and over and over again. I could see Aunt Cathy's mascara running from the water in her eyes, and I knew there was nothing she could do about it; it was a natural reaction to the choking, and she wasn't crying. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
I didn't know what to do. I hated this. I hated it for Aunt Cathy. The woman I loved was being abused by another man. Even if he was her husband, I wanted to help Aunt Cathy. I wanted to burst in there and cave my uncle's head in. But I knew that wouldn't happen. I knew he would kill me and that, even worse than that, it would destroy Aunt Cathy to know I'd seen her like this. She was tough. But I knew she was vulnerable, too.
My uncle had had enough of getting his cock sucked and pulled his wet dick from Aunt Cathy's mouth and slapped her in the face with it as he held her by the hair and made her look up at him. "That's a halfway decent mouth you got, baby. I miss that mouth. You don't suck daddy's cock anymore."
Aunt Cathy tore her head out of his grasp and tried to get up. He pushed her back down and grabbed her again.
"Fuck you," Aunt Cathy said. "Go fuck one of your whores."
He pulled her hair tighter, forcing her head as far back as it would go, forcing her to look up at him, her neck straining backward as her shoulders went back and her breasts stuck out. "You are one of my whores, Cath. Just not the best one."
She looked at him with hate-filled eyes. "Fuck you."
"That's exactly what you're going to do," he told her. "You used to fuck me all the time, babe. "You used to like it."
The fury in Aunt Cathy's eyes only increased. "I never liked it. I only put up with it. Now, just do what you're gonna do and leave. Go away. I fucking hate you."
This seemed to piss him off more. He grabbed his cock, pulled her head back even further, the tension on her hair and neck tight enough now that she grunted against the pain, and smacked her in the nose with his dick over and over, hurting her with every slap until she was forced to wrench her head out of his grasp. He let her go and smiled down on her as she fell to her elbows, her ass sticking up in the air, more tears leaving black rivers down her face.
I thought that maybe he'd had enough and was done with her.
But he wasn't.
He laughed, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her roughly to her feet, then grabbed her face and squeezed. "Tell me you like it, Cath. I know you like it rough. Tell me you love it like you used to."
