When my Mom announced to me that Aunt Peggy, would be coming to stay with us for a while, I could not help but roll my eyes and feel put out, knowing that I would have to give up my bedroom, as always, when a relative or family friend stayed over. Our house was on the small side and since I was an only child growing up, we never moved out of our two-bedroom bungalow. My Dad had added on a large new family room to it but did not add a spare bedroom due to money constraints.
Mom saw my reaction and glared at me, saying, "Justin, would you rather she sleeps out on the streets? Aunt Peggy going through a rough time, since Frank filed for divorce and just needs to be with family that loves her for a little while, okay? So, can you be a little more understanding?"
I felt bad right away for being selfish and looked down at the table, then back at Mom and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, it just sucks having to give up my room every time someone comes."
"I know, Justin, but we have that murphy bed in the family room now, and I'm sure you will be okay using it for a short time. Peggy needs to have some privacy while she is here, so please do your best to accommodate her, okay? She has always thought the world of you, too," Mom said then added, "I hope you can help with anything she needs, while your Father and I are working during the day. Oh, and she will be here later this afternoon."
Great. Now I had to be at her beck and call, too? I tried to hide my disappointment, but when I looked at Mom, she was beginning to glare at me again. "Okay, okay, I will do my best, Mom, but only because you are the best Mom in the world," I said half mockingly, then got up and kissed her on the cheek.
She grinned and said, "You horse's ass, don't try and flatter me now."
I smiled, put my dishes in the sink and headed into my room to gather a few things that I would need at night, my phone charger, laptop, etc., then took them into the family room to put them on the shelf by the murphy bed. There was a 3/4 bathroom just off the family room that I would be sharing with Aunt Peggy, so at least I did not have to worry about moving my toiletries. I put some clean sheets on the bed and cleaned up my room a bit so my Aunt would feel welcome.
This is not what I had in mind to end the summer, because like most 18-year-old high school graduates, I was enjoying running around and partying it up like most of my classmates were going to be doing before heading off to college in a few weeks, the only difference was, I was headed for the Navy. Mom was not happy about me enlisting in the Navy, but I was ready to break out and see the world, and I loved the water. I spent as much time as I could around it, working the past few summers as a lifeguard down at the beach. I did not know how much that would help be in the Navy, but at least I was going in top shape.
I had not seen my Aunt Peggy in about a year or so, the last time being at a family reunion. She is only about eight years older than I am, being the youngest out of Mom's siblings, and was Mom's half Sister from Grandpa's second marriage after Mom's Mom had passed away. Mom always thought the world of Peggy, and when I was growing up, she would come stay with us frequently in the summer.
Peggy is beautiful, having long red hair, crystal blue eyes, and a ridiculously hot slender body. I remember when I first hit puberty and she had come to stay with us for a few weeks, and I spent plenty of nights jerking off to images of her in my head, especially after seeing her in a bikini at the beach and catching several incidental flashes of her getting dressed.
Back then I was a short scrawny short kid, but now I had worked my ass off in the gym, played football and ran track, keeping myself in great shape and filling out in all the right places. I no longer had perverted thoughts of Aunt Peggy either, being a man now. She was a family member, and I knew that was wrong to have thoughts like that, besides, I had plenty of porn sites I could visit for jerk off material now. These thoughts were running through my head as I sat out on the front porch that evening, waiting for Aunt Peggy to arrive.
It was not long, when a car pulled up into our driveway and Peggy got out. Yeah, she was still hot as ever, but she looked terribly sad when she glanced over my direction to wave. She managed a small smile and a little hello before going around to trunk to get out her suitcase. I jumped off the porch and ran over to help her, taking the suitcase out before she could grab it.
Peggy said, "Oh, you didn't have to do that, Justin, I could have gotten it, but thank you, you are so sweet."
"Well, you are my favorite Aunt, and besides, I don't want an old woman like you straining herself," I said being the wiseass as usual with her.
Peggy chuckled a bit, then said, "Um, hey smartass, I am your ONLY Aunt, and I am only eight years older than you, you little shit!"
It was good to see she could still have some humor and I replied, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." I stuck my tongue at her then grinned. I knew I could get her to cheer up if anything. Peggy grinned and looped her arm through mine as I escorted her into the house. "Look who's here," I announced to the house, as we walked inside.
Mom came out of her room, quickly closing the gap and took Peggy into her arms. Peggy immediately burst into tears as Mom did her best to soothe her, rubbing her hands up and down Peggy's back while the two embraced. I went on and carried Peggy's suitcase into my room and set it up on my bench while they talked for a bit, then went into the family room and sat down.
Shortly after, Mom came in and sat down, saying, "Listen, Justin, whatever you do, do not treat Peggy any differently, okay? I think she just wants to feel normal while she is here with us."
I looked at Mom and nodded, saying, "Sure Mom, I already got her with some wisecracks outside, but I'll do my best to make her feel normal. Mom, I have to ask, what happened with Uncle Frank?"
Mom shook her head and sighed, then said, "Peggy came home recently and found him in bed with another man. Turns out, he just used Peggy as an excuse to get married so he could get some big inheritance from his family or something like that. Honestly, I don't know how she did not know that he was gay, but I guess love is blind." I shrugged my shoulders and nodded in agreement.
Mom looked at me, grinned and said, "Ah what would YOU know about love anyway, you never even kissed a girl yet!" She reached over giggling and ruffled my hair in a teasing way. Yeah, I got my wisecracker sense of humor from my Mom for sure.
I scooted away from her feeling a little incensed and said, "I have, too, kissed a girl!"
Mom raised her eyebrows and said, "Ahhh, you did? Who was it then, come on, come on, tell your old Mom everything!" Mom was laughing now and launched herself at me and started tickling the shit out of me!
It was all I could do but scream in laughter as Mom knew I was still insanely ticklish, and she nearly had me on the floor by the time Aunt Peggy came around the corner. She smiled and yelled at my Mom, "Yes, tickle him for me extra hard for calling me old earlier!"
It felt like an eternity before Mom let up, but it was only a minute as I laid there gasping for breath and laughing, even though she had moved away from me, still giggling herself. Mom may have been a small woman, but she was extraordinarily strong.
Dad came home from work a short time later and the four of us sat down and had dinner. I kept my face buried in my phone while Dad, Mom and Peggy talked. Peggy filled them in on all the extra details about the upcoming divorce and I heard Dad tell her that she could stay here as long as she needed to, and he would be happy to help her find a place here in town if she wanted to move back. The rest was blah blah blah details that I tuned out until dinner was over. All I really heard was that I was losing my room for who knows how long.
Later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, I went in to use the bathroom, that split my room and the hallway, having a pocket door from my room going into it, and I could hear Aunt Peggy in there sobbing. I really began to feel bad for her and admonished myself for feeling put out by her in any way. She needed us and I was going to do my best to make her smile a lot while she was here.
A few days passed, and Peggy continued to struggle emotionally. She did her best to hide it, but I could tell she was still hurting. She was not able to come back at me as quick with wise cracks as she had before, so that was a dead giveaway. I can only hope that something helps her heal inside so she can go back to being herself again.
After hearing Peggy crying again the night before, I hoped that a day at the beach would help get her mind off of things and when I suggested it, at first, she balked at my suggestion, but after thinking about it for a few minutes and my insisting that she needed to get out, she finally agreed to go, but only on the condition that I help her pick out a new swimsuit at the store beforehand. I hated any kind of shopping but if it meant she would go to the beach, I said that I would help her out.
We arrived at the shopping plaza and headed into one of the beachwear shops so she could look around. She picked out a couple that she liked and went in to try them on. I had to laugh a little when she came out, because you could clearly see her white panties hanging out of the bikini bottoms.
"Hey, quit laughing, the store won't let you try suits on unless you wear underwear, now how does it look," she grinned.
I nodded and gave her a thumbs up. Peggy twirled around to give me the full model effect. Yeah, she still had that hot body that I always remembered. When she came out with the second bikini, she looked stunning in it. The material hugged up against her like a second skin. Peggy had smallish breasts, and when I smiled at her as she twirled around, I could tell that she liked my reaction by the way her nipples became instantly erect.
