Aunt Vicy

Friday evening, as I pulled my car into the driveway and turned off the engine, I let out a deep sigh. No more stress from finals, and no more stress from hitting rush hour traffic in the city on a Friday afternoon after already driving for four hours. But now, I could finally relax. I had just finished my junior year at college, and my internship didn't start for a little over two weeks.

As soon as I walked in the house, Mom came up to me and gave me a big hug.

"I'm happy to have you home, sweetheart," she said.

"Happy to be home, Mom."

"Go say hi to your father. Since I didn't know exactly when you were going to get here, I didn't make anything for dinner - we were just going to order in, okay?"

"That's fine, Mom."

"Do you want help unloading your car?" she asked.

"I didn't bring THAT much home for the three months I'll be here," I said with a laugh. "I think I can handle it."

I said hi to my dad and went back outside to grab my two suitcases with clothes and my laptop. I went back outside to grab a computer monitor I brought home for the summer.

During dinner, Mom said she had a favor to ask.

"Vicky is coming in tomorrow. I promised Mrs. Walker I'd help her plant her flowers since she broke her arm. Could you pick Vicky up at the airport?"

"You bet!" I said enthusiastically.

I loved my mom's youngest sister, and I hadn't seen her in at least a year. My mom had three sisters. She was the oldest, and the next two were each two years apart. Then, eight years later, Aunt Vicky was born. Apparently, once my other two aunts understood where babies come from, they started referring to Aunt Vicky as Boo-boo. But Mom's relationship with Aunt Vicky was different. Since she was the oldest and twelve years older than Vicky, she took care of her a lot. In many ways, she was like a second mother - if not the primary mother - to Vicky. Even after Mom and Dad got married, if Aunt Vicky was having a rough time with my grandparents, she'd go to my parents, sometimes staying with them for a day or two. And by the time Vicky was a teenager, I think my grandparents were happy to let Mom continue to play parent to her sister.

Vicky and I were always close. Just as my mom was twelve years older than Vicky, Vicky was twelve years older than me. Even though she didn't play as big a role in raising me the same way my mom did for her, she was my primary babysitter once she turned 14. Between normal family get-togethers, Vicky staying at our house to get away from her parents, and her jobs babysitting me, we spent a lot of time together. When I was a teenager, sometimes it was easier to talk to Vicky about things than it was to talk to my parents. Don't misinterpret what I'm saying: I loved my parents, and we always had a great relationship. But they were my parents! There are certain things - okay, mostly related to girls and sex - that you just don't want to ask your parents. But I could talk to Vicky about anything.

The first time one of Vicky's friends heard me refer to her as AUNT Vicky, they made fun of her.

"AUNT Vicky! AUNT Vicky!" they teased her.

That was the day she told me to never again use the "Aunt" when I referred to her. Seems silly now, but, at the time, it was a big deal to her. These days, I occasionally include the "Aunt" in her name, not to tease her but to show my love and respect for her. Okay... and occasionally I say it with emphasis just to give her a hard time. But whatever I called her, I always looked forward to seeing her.

Now that my grandparents had moved to Florida, Vicky always stayed with us when she came back to the old neighborhood. She still had a few friends in the area, but she was mainly coming to see family. I confirmed with my mom that this was a bit of a celebration, since her divorce was recently finalized. I never liked her ex, and I was glad she got rid of him. Even if he hadn't cheated on her - multiple times - he just always seemed like a jerk to me. Fortunately, they didn't have kids, so there wasn't that added complications.

That night I texted Vicky to confirm whether she was checking some luggage. I told her to text me the minute she touched down, but that I'd be monitoring the flight.

Saturday

I smelled bacon as I opened my eyes and smiled. Nothing better than waking up to that smell. I got out of bed and walked downstairs to the kitchen, where Mom was standing at the stove.

"Good morning," I said.

Mom turned slightly.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?"

"I sure did," I said. "Happy to be done with finals and glad I have two weeks to just relax."

Shortly after breakfast, Mom said, "Okay, I'm going to head over to Mrs. Walker's. Don't forget to pick up my sister."

I laughed.

"Don't worry, Mom. I won't leave Vicky stranded at the airport."

I timed my trip almost perfectly, since she texted when I was 20 minutes from the airport. I figured that was just about the amount of time for them to taxi to the gate and for her to get her luggage. I headed to the cell phone lot and waited for her call. As soon as she told me she had her bag, I headed to her terminal, where she was waiting by the curb.

I smiled as soon as I saw her. She and my mother look very much alike, right down to the red hair. My other two aunts look like they are from a different family compared to these two. It also used to confuse people, because of the large age gap, as to whether they were sisters or mother / daughter. Whenever anyone thought the latter, it pissed off my mother and delighted Vicky.

When I pulled over to the curb, Vicky flashed a huge smile. I got out of the car to grab her bag, but, before I got a chance, she literally jumped up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I held onto her so she didn't fall. We got a couple of strange looks from the other people waiting, but Vicky couldn't care less.

"JAKE!" she screamed. "I'm so happy to see you!"

"Good to see you, too, Vicky."

After an embarrassingly long hug, she finally dropped her legs and I placed her feet on the ground.

"You need to stop being so reserved when you see people," I said, and she started laughing.

"Sorry. I'm just really happy to be here, and I'm really happy to see you. It's been too long."

"I agree," I said, "but let's get you home so you can see Mom, too."

I grabbed her bag and her roller board as she got in the car, and I stashed them in the trunk.

"You look great," I said as we pulled out of the airport. "Have you been working out even more?"

"Yeah, it was my only salvation during the whole divorce process. When I was at the gym, I could forget about all the other shit - including my shit-head ex. But thanks for noticing! Do you still like to run?" she asked.

"I do. It's a nice way to clear my head, and I like knowing it's good for me."

"Good. We can go running together," she said with a smile.

I wasn't sure if Mom would still be at Mrs. Walker's when we got home, but as soon as I opened the garage door, I saw her car. I grabbed the bags out of the trunk, and we walked in through the garage door. As soon as Mom saw Vicky, she held her arms out wide. When she pulled Vicky against her with a tight hug, Vicky started crying. I was quite surprised, but my mom just hugged her and stroked her hair. After a couple of minutes, Vicky pulled her head back and looked at my mom with wet eyes.

"I feel like I'm a kid again, and you're comforting me after a breakup with a boyfriend. You've always been there for me, and I've missed you."

My mom smiled the same comforting smile she had given me a million times.

"Of course I'm here for you. And everything will be okay. Forget the bad stuff and just think about the future."

Vicky buried her head in my mom's chest again, and they quietly held each other. I had never seen my aunt so vulnerable, but I wasn't surprised she looked to my mom for comfort. Watching the two of them hug in silence almost made me cry.

"Okay," Vicky finally said, "now that that's over, I'm hungry. What's for lunch?"

My mother laughed as she released Vicky.

"I've never understood how you could always eat so much and still have that hot, thin body," my mom said.

"Guess I got Dad's metabolism," Vicky said. "And I exercise more than I should."

Mom made some sandwiches, and we sat around the table chatting. Mom said they were going out with the other sisters one night this week and their families were all coming for dinner the following Saturday night, but there really weren't any other plans. Vicky wanted to see a couple of friends from high school she still kept in touch with, but she said she was just happy to spend some time with us.

We went out to dinner that night, and Vicky had us all laughing with stories about when she and Mom were younger. She talked about some of the schemes they pulled on my grandparents and made fun of some of Mom's early boyfriends. I knew that her divorce was rough on her, so it was good to see her having a good time.

When we got home, we continued catching up. Given how much time my aunt spent at my parents' house - both before and after I was born - and while she was going through the dreaded teenage years, it wouldn't be surprising if my dad resented her intrusion into their newly-married life. But my dad was an amazingly patient man, and he and my aunt got along really well. I guess he was a "second dad" to Vicky during those years, so they had a very close relationship. They also enjoyed teasing each other to no end, but it was all in good fun.

After a couple of hours, Mom and Dad said they were tired and were going to go to sleep. Vicky made fun of them for being so old and having to go to bed early. She asked me if I wanted to watch TV, which I did.

"I was up early today, so even though I'm not ready to go to sleep, I'm going to go put on pajamas. You should do that, too, and we'll relive my teens when I babysat for you and slept over. But please don't misbehave - I don't think I can hold you down like I used to," she said, laughing.

After fifteen minutes, we were sitting on the couch, huddled together, just like the old days. Vicky was wearing rose-colored satin pajamas that buttoned on top and were shorts on the bottom. I had on sleeping shorts and a Cubs t-shirt. The biggest difference between the old days and now was that I was now five inches taller than Vicky, so whereas I used to fit under her arm, now she fit under mine.

With the TV on, we continued talking about everything and nothing. After a while, I heard Vicky sniffle.

"Thanks for holding me," she said. "I don't miss my asshole ex, but I do miss having someone hold me and hug me."

I pulled her tighter against me. After sitting quietly like this for a while, she stood and turned toward me.

"I'm going to sleep. Can I have hug?"

As she opened her arms wide, I stood up and pulled her against me. She laid her head against my chest, and we both squeezed each other. I felt her boobs press against me, and I started to get hard. I was embarrassed, but not much I could do. I'm sure Vicky noticed, but she didn't say anything. After a couple of minutes, she broke the hug and said goodnight.

Sunday

I woke to the sound of the water banging into the bathtub, and then it was shut off. I assumed Vicky had just finished her shower, and the noise when she pressed the button to divert the water from the shower to the tub. I looked at my phone briefly to see if there was anything special going on in the world, and then I got up to pee and take a shower. Just as I opened the door to my bedroom, Vicky came walking out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

"About time you woke up," she said.

"Oh yeah?" I replied as sarcastically as possible, "looks like you haven't been up too long if you're just getting out of the shower."

She laughed.

"Okay," she said, "busted. But I was tired. Go take your shower."

When I got downstairs, she and Mom were drinking coffee. I had some, and we decided to go for a walk to the elementary school everyone in the family went to. I listened to Vicky and Mom talk about their time at the school, and it brought back my own memories of being there.

That night, Dad grilled steaks and we all ate too much. Everyone seemed happy to be doing nothing except spending time with each other. Every so often Vicky would mention something about her ex or her divorce, and you could see the sadness in her face. I don't think she was sad about BEING divorced, but it was clear it was a difficult process. But eventually she'd get to a happier topic and looked better.

The more time I spent with my mom and aunt, the more I realized their relationship was different than they each had with their other sisters. They clearly loved each other as sisters; there was no doubt about that. But Vicky looked up to my mom in a special way, partially like you'd look up to a parent and partially like you'd look up to any older, smart person who always seemed to have the perfect advice. Of course, I never realized this as a kid; as an adult, it made me love each of them even more.

Later that night, Mom and Dad again went to bed early since they had to work in the morning. Vicky again suggested we get in our pajamas and watch TV.

Just like last night, Vicky leaned against me, and I wrapped my arm around her. There was some movie on the TV, but I wasn't really paying much attention.

"Remember last night I said I missed being hugged?" she said.

"Uh huh. But I'm always here to hug you," I said.

"Thanks, Jake, I appreciate that." Then, after a bit of a pause, she said, "It's not just hugging I miss. I miss the intimacy. He was a shitty lover, caring more about himself than me. Even though I usually had to finish by myself after he came and rolled over to go to sleep, I miss feeling a man inside of me."

Okay, I thought, perhaps that's a little too much information.

"Sorry," she said with a chuckle, "that was probably inappropriate."

"I'm a good listener, Vicky. You can always tell me anything," I said, hoping she didn't really go into more detail.

"Oh, you LIKE it when I talk about sex, huh?" she said, laughing. "Don't worry, Jake, I won't embarrass you. At least not TOO much."

We sat quietly for a few minutes, her head against my chest and my arm around her.

"If you weren't my nephew...," she started, but never finished her sentence. After a couple of minutes, she stood up and said,

"You can at least give me a hug, right?" she asked, and she held her arms open.

I smiled as I stood and wrapped my arms around her waist. She laid her head on my shoulder. I wasn't sure if I was imagining it or not, but I thought she started grinding on me just a little bit. Then she released one hand that was around my back, reached behind her, pushed my hands from her waist down onto her ass. She definitely pushed herself against me, and I started getting hard. I honestly don't know how it happened, but I think I squeezed both of her firm butt cheeks for a second. After way too long of being in this position, Vicky pulled her head away from shoulder and released her hug. I released her butt.

"Maybe it's safer if you hug me from behind," she said.

Before I could react, she spun around, grabbed my arms, and wrapped them around her stomach, with her hands on top of mine. I guess this was a little safer, though she still seemed to be moving her body, ever-so-slightly, against my dick.

Vicky took one of my hands in each of hers, and, for just a second, pulled them away from her stomach. But then she placed each of my hands on one of her breasts. She squeezed my hands, causing me to squeeze her breasts, and she moaned.

Holy fuck, I thought, I've got my hands on aunt's breasts! This isn't right! And I don't know exactly what I was thinking, but I suddenly realized I was squeezing my aunt's breasts all on my own. She wasn't forcing me to do it, but I continued. And they felt fantastic! When I felt her nipple pushing against my palm, I gently pinched it between two fingers, causing her to moan. Of course, I was completely hard, and Vicky was pushing back and grinding against me. I continued caressing one breast while pinching the nipple on the other breast, and then I'd swap. Vicky was breathing heavily, clearly wanting me to continue. I knew this was wrong, but I didn't want to stop, either.

As crazy as this was, I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Vicky slipped one hand into her pajama bottoms and started rubbing herself. Based on what I could see from the outside of her pajamas, she had slipped one or more fingers into her pussy and was stroking in and out. I could hear her fingers sloshing with each stroke. I started squeezing her breasts and nipples with a little more force, and she was quietly moaning more frequently. I leaned down a little to kiss Vicky's neck below her ears, and she whined. Then I noticed a change in the motion in Vicky's pajamas. Rather than seeing the outline of her hand moving in and out, it appeared that now she was rubbing her clit back and forth - very quickly.

Vicky was pumping her body back and forth, rubbing against my hard dick, and it felt really good. I was trying my best to rub her breasts and her nipples fairly forcefully, hoping it added to her pleasure. All of sudden her upper body pushed back against me and her pelvis thrust forward as she softly grunted. She repeated this over and over as her orgasm ripped through her entire body. I continued massaging her breasts until she suddenly stopped moving. Then, I reluctantly pulled my hands off her breasts, lacing one under her arm as I wrapped it around her stomach and wrapping the other around her shoulders to hold her against me. She pulled her hand out of her pajamas and lay back against me, breathing heavily.

We stood like this, without moving, as her breathing slowed. She finally turned to face me, breaking our hug.

"Thank you, Jake. I really needed that!"

Then she kissed me on the cheek and walked toward her bedroom.

I stood there for a couple of minutes trying to process what had just happened. I was fondling my aunt while she masturbated! I still couldn't believe it happened, but I sure wasn't complaining. I finally turned off the lights, went to my bedroom, and rubbed my dick while thinking about my aunt. I came really hard into a wad of tissue, which I tossed into the garbage can before rolling over and quickly falling asleep.

Monday

The next morning, when I awoke, I heard the shower running. I planned to go take one as soon as my aunt finished. When I heard the water turn off, I opened my bedroom door so I could hear when she left the bathroom. When I heard the door open, Vicky came out wearing a towel wrapped around her body.

Good morning, Jake," she said, nonchalantly.

"Good morning, Vicky."

I was happy there was no awkwardness after what happened last night. I guess she got what she needed, and we'd never talk about it again. I took my shower, got dressed, and went downstairs.

"I was just about to toast a bagel," Vicky said. "You want one?"

"Sure. Thanks."

We ate, mostly in silence, while we each scanned our phones. Around 11:30, Mom walked in.

"You guys are just eating breakfast?" Mom asked, laughing. "I managed to get out earlier than I expected and thought we could go grab lunch, but you two bums are still eating."

We all laughed, and Vicky and I assured Mom we could handle a real lunch. We went to a sandwich shop that had outdoor seating and found a table covered by an umbrella. As usual, the two women teased one another, and we all laughed throughout the meal.

That night, Vicky and Mom made dinner. It was good to see Vicky looking happy after what I knew to be a rough patch during her divorce. After dinner, we all watched some TV before Mom and Dad said goodnight. Vicky said she was going to change, too, but wasn't ready to go to sleep. I decided I'd put on pajamas, too.