Darren couldn't believe his shitty luck. At first, he was certain he'd have the ranch all to himself for the entire summer. Mom and Dad were going to Europe for the summer and he would have one party after another. That was before he found out that Aunt Victoria would be spending the summer at the ranch.
Victoria was not your typical aunt. There were many reasons for this, but the most obvious was that she was younger than Darren -- by five full years! Mom and Dad were both 21 years old when Darren was born. Five years later, Darren's grandfather surprised everyone by announcing his third wife was pregnant! At the time, Darren's grandfather was 54 years old. Everyone thought he was crazy. And Victoria was born.
Darren never spent much time with Victoria growing up. For one, Darren lived in Pennsylvania farmland. Victoria lived out in California. The last time they had seen each other was five years ago, at Dad's 40th birthday party. At the time, Victoria was a 14-year-old chubette. Darren was 19 at the time and, other than hello and goodbye, never said a word to her the entire weekend.
Now, five years later, Darren was a beer-guzzling 24-year-old who still acted like he was 16. A big, strapping farm kid, it was hoped that Darren might make it to the NFL after a decent career at Penn State. But he hurt his knee and he was never big enough for the NFL anyhow. He had been an undersized 240 pound lineman. Now he was pushing 300, but most of it was in the gut.
Victoria was at some stupid art college in the Northeast. She was always the crunchy type. Darren remembered seeing photos a few years ago when she went to dig toilets in Central America. Darren's grandfather, God rest his soul, was a hippie and his final child wore tie-die shirts and listened to the Grateful Dead. At least that was Darren's recollection.
Darren came to find out that Victoria was somewhat of an art prodigy. She was supposedly skilled at painting scenes of nature. When Darren's Dad found out Victoria was struggling with summer plans, he invited her out to the farm. Darren remembered overhearing the conversation and cringing. "You can sleep in the loft in the farm," he promised. "It's so beautiful in our neck of the woods, you should have plenty of inspiration for your paintings."
The day Mom and Dad headed to Europe, Darren helped Dad with the luggage.
"Darren, Vicki is coming tomorrow. I trust that you'll be nice to her?"
"Of course, Dad," Darren said. As far as he was concerned, as long as she didn't bother him, he wouldn't bother her.
The next day, a car pulled up and a striking young brunette got out. Darren raised his eyebrows. Aunt Victoria had grown up. She wasn't fat anymore; she was like 5'7" now and her face was noticeably thinner. She had long, straight black hair. The hippie he remembered was still there; she had these big, goofy earrings and a pierced nose with a little diamond stud. It was hard to tell what her body looked like because she wore this goofy lime-colored sun dress.
After an awkward hug, Darren gave her a quick tour. She had an aloof quality that Darren found somewhat annoying, but also somewhat intriguing.
Later, Darren gave her a tour. She wore jeans and Darren couldn't help but be impressed. The chubby little girl had been replaced by a Woman. Victoria had feminine hips, and a narrow waist. Darren couldn't help but sneak peeks at her ass and her luscious mound of Venus. He had to admit that she was highly fuckable.
When Darren tried to make small talk with her, she was evasive and short with her answers. "I'm really here to work," she said. "My art is very important to me."
"Oh, well, I certainly will make sure you feel at home, given how important you are," Darren said sarcastically.
Victoria stopped and stared at him. He felt like she was undressing him with her eyes. "Yes, thanks Darren. I appreciate it."
"Just make sure you stay out of my way and we won't have any problems," Darren retorted.
Gosh, she acted like she was 38, not 19. Darren vowed to do what he could to loosen her up.
Those first few days went by quickly. Victoria generally kept to the barn. They didn't see much of each other. Darren went through his usual routine, making a half-assed effort to find summer work, while drinking lots of beers and jacking off whenever he could.
One evening, he arrived home after playing pickup basketball. Something smelled delicious in the kitchen. Darren walked in and found Victoria busy cooking away. "I thought it would be nice to have dinner together," she said. "I'm making a quinoa and vegetable casserole."
"A what? I don't eat that shit," Darren said.
"There's leftover steak. Let's just eat dinner together," Victoria just about pleaded.
Fine, thought Darren. He'd throw her a bone.
The dinner conversation was strained. Victoria found herself irritated with how standoffish her older nephew was. He was downright childish. It occurred to her that, although she was younger, it was fitting in a way that she was an Aunt. Victoria had learned quite a few things about men in art school. She was not intimidated by them; in fact, she felt totally comfortable around them. She knew they had weaknesses, and a dork like her nephew could be exploited if she played her cards right.
"So like, what do you do all day long," she said, as they neared the end of the meal.
The question caught Darren off guard. "I dunno," he said. "Play sports, look for a job, drink beer, kick ass," he smiled. "I do fun stuff; I don't sit in a fucking barn all day long painting shit," he said.
"Right," said Victoria, moving to clear her plate. Victoria had already gotten a good read on Darren. She knew that he was trying to get a rise out of her and there was no chance of that happening. It was she who would get a rise out of him.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, though she already had an answer.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Darren countered.
"Currently no," she said, smiling as she washed her dinner plate.
"Wash this too, make yourself useful," Darren said, motioning to the table and going upstairs.
"No problem, nephew," she said.
"WHAT?"
"I said no problem, nephew."
"You're a wise ass."
"Look, Darren, just take it easy okay. Otherwise you can clean your own dishes."
"Whatever—okay fine, thank you for cleaning my dishes Aunt Victoria," he mocked.
"That's better," he heard her say as he stormed upstairs.
Darren came away feeling oddly manipulated by the situation. He also felt something else—arousal. Something about the way Victoria called him her nephew made him hot. The girl had a mouth on her.
The next morning, Victoria worked on her painting. It was a simple, elegant piece. She was painting the corner of the barn. She found it fascinating, the contrast in textures between the old wood and the hay. That's what she was good at, the subtleties. It was how she won that big award at the art festival this spring.
She felt the call of nature and headed to the main house. Inside, on the first floor she heard a noise coming from the bathroom. It was Darren. He hadn't heard her come in. It didn't hurt that she was barefoot; in fact, all she was wearing was a sun dress and a comfortable pair of g-string panties. She turned her head to listen. He was making grunting noises. A smile came across her face. Then, what she heard next was unmistakable.
"Yes, Aunt Victoria. Yes, whatever you say, Aunt Victoria."
He was whacking off and fantasizing about her! Not only that, but he was fantasizing about being bossed around. Victoria had no idea why, but she seemed to have this effect on men. Her last boy friend was totally submissive and loved it when she dominated him. She had enjoyed it too. It gave her a feeling of power. But now the stakes were much higher! Her own stupid nephew Darren was fantasizing about her. The summer just got a whole lot more interesting. She took a few moments to gather her thoughts. What the hell, she thought. It would be fun to teach him a lesson. Hopefully he won't freak out.
Knock knock. "Darren, are you in there? What are you doing?" she said, struggling to hold in a laugh, as she heard frantic rustling sounds on the other side of the door.
"I'm in here! I'm IN HERE!" Darren said. "I'm just—I'm just taking a shit. Give me a second."
"It didn't sound like you were taking a shit," she said. Oh, you're ruthless, she said to herself. But it was too fun and Darren deserved it.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled.
She decided to wait. She would make him twist in the wind.
"Darren," she said again.
"GET OUT OF HERE!"
"Darren, you're 24 years old. Don't you think you're getting too old to be jerking it in the bathroom?"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!"
Now she was scared, so she turned and went back to the barn.
Darren was stunned. She knew. He went to his room and got under the covers. This was a terrible development. He kept running over the events in his head. She had insulted him. How could he ever face her again? She was going to be there for two and a half more months! Yet, every time he thought of what happened, he felt unmistakably aroused. This was so fucked up.
At the very least, he would avoid her for the rest of the day. Then, maybe by tomorrow, she would know not to speak about it anymore.
That evening, he was drinking beer in front of the TV. Victoria never came in the main house in the evening. She either went out somewhere, or meditated. Darren didn't know and Darren didn't care. That's why he was surprised when the door opened and in walked Victoria in those tight jeans, boots and a t-shirt. He hadn't seen the boots anymore. It gave her an aura.
"Mind if I join you?" she said.
"Whatever," Darren said, feeling his face go red.
Neither of them said a word for ten minutes. Darren was watching a baseball game. A commercial came.
"Don't you think we should talk about what happened?"
Darren sighed. He felt his face turning bright red. "I don't want to," he said. He couldn't make eye contact with her.
"Look Darren, it's okay. So I caught you masturbating. It's only natural. Boys masturbate."
Darren felt the world closing in on him. He felt an urge to flee, but he remained cemented to the couch. She was at an angle to him, sitting on the love seat, leaning back, legs crossed. Now she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward.
"Look at me, Darren."
Darren didn't move. He just stared at the TV.
"Okay, you don't have to look at me, but listen to me and then I'll leave, okay." She paused and waited for him to say something, but he was quiet.
"Okay," she began again. "What I found interesting wasn't the fact that I caught you masturbating. It's what you were saying. I think your exact words were, 'Yes, Aunt Victoria, whatever you say, Aunt Victoria."
That was it. Darren got up, prepared to storm out.
"Wait one second," she said.
Darren froze.
"Sit back down," she said.
