Changes Ch 04 4

Author's Note: Thanks everyone for your kind feedback. As we wrote, this one is an older story that we've been sort of reviving a bit. This is the last COMPLETE chapter we had done back in 2013, but we may pick up writing on it if people enjoy it. Chapter 5 is about half-done-ish.

Anyway - enjoy some action between Jess & Adam (Finally!)

--Jasmine and Daniel

Adam sat in the living room, typing on his laptop when his aunt returned. The small episode with Kristina in his room had made him flustered, though for the most part - and except leaning over him and pushing her breasts

half-way into his face

while he was working on her computer - she'd behaved as any other visitor, and not at all like the drunk vixen he'd lost his virginity to the evening before.

"Hey. She pay you?" Jess asked as she threw herself down on the couch next to him. For some reason she looked...exhausted.

"Hm? What, Aunt Jess? Oh. Yes." He frowned. "

Too

much, actually."

"Yeah? How much?"

He shrugged.

"Too much."

She looked at him for a long time before speaking again. "You sound like your grandpa."

"Oh?" He frowned "How?"

Jess shrugged. "Whenever anyone would ask him about money, or how much he had, or anything like that...he'd say that.

'Enough'

. Or just

'too much.'

He was like that. Wasn't until later that we found out how much he actually had saved up and...yeah." She sighed.

"I don't like talking about money."

Not when growing up with mom who's made too little most of her life.

"It's not that...important anyway."

"Well, your mom told me you make pretty good money from your...job. Programming and all that? That's pretty cool." She scootched up on the couch.

"I guess. It pays well enough."

Jess threw a glance over her shoulder when his mom passed by and went outside, closing the door. "Hey, Adam...Did Kris...

do anything

when you two were upstairs?"

He felt himself blush. "Nah...she was cool. I just fixed her computer, and we talked."

"Yeah? Really?" She sounded genuinely surprised. "What about?"

Adam glanced at her. "Well...

you

, actually. She wanted to know about you, and how long you were staying, aunt Jess."

"Oh. Well, what'd you tell her?"

"That i don't know." He closed his laptop and turned to face her. "How long

are

you staying?"

She sighed. "I...I don't know, Adam. I think i wanna...try and get back on my feet. Get a job, maybe."

"

Really?

A job?"

She glared and blew a strand of stray hair out of her face "What!?! Is that so

damn

odd?"

"For you?...Yeah! Kinda." He admitted. "All my life you've always been from one...yacht, one ship to another, or from one rich man to the next."

She shrugged. "Yeah, well, not this time." Her voice was quiet.

"Well...what've you done? What's your resume like? Do you have a PDF? Anything...with references?"

What -is- her resume like?

His aunt grimaced. "Not good. A...waitressing gig...years ago. I was kinda...

fired

though. Don't think that'll get me far."

"Plenty of diners and restaurants here and they always need people. I'm sure you'll find something."

"Yeah." She sighed. "I better. Your mom wants me to pay rent."

"

Really?

" He repeated. "I can't imagine that."

"Well, imagine it. And...i mean, it's better than trying to find my own place. You have any idea how much

rent

for a place costs? Could barely buy clothes for what i have left if i have to live like that."

He smiled.

No matter what, she'll still be spoiled for a long while yet.

"Would be better if i paid rent to you, huh?" She punched his shoulder and grinned.

"Me? Why? How so?" He frowned.

She gave him an odd look. "Really? Nothing?

Pay rent?

" She emphasized the words sensually, leaning closer.

"What?"

"

Christ.

" Jess chuckled. "I guess it'll take more than one night to corrupt you, huh?" She looked around, as if to make sure that they were alone, then leaned forward and put a hand lightly on his crotch. "I'd like to pay this month's rent, Adam. Can we go to your room, hmm?

So i can pay you?

"

"Oooooh...." he laughed and cleared his throat. "

Right

- sorry. I should've caught that."

"I thought you watched porn! Isn't that like...one of the most common stories in those kind of movies?"

"Yeah...i guess." He flipped his laptop back up. "Are you sure you should be...touching like that?"

His aunt sighed. "Yeah. Sorry." She leaned back, blew at her hair again and stared at the ceiling. "I really am, you know. I seriously have zero boundaries sometimes. Need to work on that."

"It's fine... just if mom sees you, she'll go ballistic."

"You're right." His aunt shrugged. "Still. You spent yesterday evening buried in my best friend's

pussy

, and asked me if I'd have chickened out on

fucking you.

I think if there was a time for awkwardness between us when it comes to stuff like sex, it's long past, wouldn't you say, hm?"

It was the first time since they weren't tipsy that she'd referenced yesterday's happenings.

He blushed and cleared his throat.

"Does it make you uncomfortable, Adam? Discussing sex?" Aunt Jessica's voice was neutral - more curious than anything.

"No...well, a bit. I don't know. Maybe?"

"So that's a yes." She smiled gently. "Is it me? Because...I'm your aunt?"

"Nah." Adam shook his head. "I don't think it's that. I don't really see you as...well,

that.

"

"As an aunt?" She frowned.

"Yeah...look. You haven't really been around enough! Not like uncle Albert or great-aunt Edith, you know? You're more like...a stranger, i guess. At least to me."

"Oh." her response was quiet and she met his look. "I'm sorry, Adam."

"Nono! That's not what i...look." He took a deep breath. "I just mean that i'm not

used

to talking about sex. If i were, i wouldn't have any issues

doing it

with you. Since you aren't like my mom. Or my great-aunt. Right?"

"Ooh." A smile appeared on her lips. "Gotcha. Wouldn't have any issues

doing it

with me, huh?"

He caught the meaning of that at least. "You know what i mean!"

"Mhm. Well, maybe we can make you a bit more comfortable with it all? Now that i'm here?"

"Maybe. Kristina has done a pretty god job of starting that." He smiled, bit his smile died at seeing his aunt's sickly expression. "What?"

"Adam...if your

mom

found out you're doing it with Kris...She'll fucking shoot me in the face. Please." She swallowed.

"I won't let her know." He assured her.

"Your mom can

smell

someone having fun, Adam! Just...be careful. And...then be

really fucking

careful. Kris doesn't understand risk like you and i do. She...likes risky shit like that. She doesn't think."

"Oh." A nod.

That from her of all people?

"I'll be careful. Promise."

"If you're not, your mom will chase me out the house."

"That won't happen."

"Thanks." She patted his leg, then sighed. "Christ, i hope not.

Kris, you...bitch!

Ugh!" She punched one of the pillows - hard.

Adam smiled, then tried to change the subject. "Want me to help you find a job?"

His aunt raised an eyebrow. "What the hell do

you

know about finding a job?"

"Well - more than you. I got a computer." He patted the laptop in his lap. "And I've helped some buddies find part-time jobs in town. Most places post their vacancies online now. I'm sure we could find you somethingto apply to before tonight, if we start now."

"Yeah?" A faint smile on her lips. "What if we can't?"

"Then..." Feeling emboldened by their conversation, he leaned closer. "I'll let you suck me off." He whispered in her ear, feeling himself blush at being so bold.

She laughed. "

Twerp!

Don't get too cocky! Fine, fine. Come on then, show me what you got!"

He did. Over the next few hours, they browsed various sites to see current vacancies. It became clear to him that she still held some unrealistic expectations as to exactly what she was qualified to do.

"Why not that job?"

"You don't have a college degree. They want someone with a degree, or they won't even take you in for an interview."

"I bet i could change their mind if i called them."

"You

won't

. Just...trust me."

"Fiiine then." She sighed. "What about...."

And so it went. By the time evening came and they were finishing a quick dinner that his mom had prepared in the slow-cooker that morning, his aunt was all smiles.

"I'm sorry - you did

what?

" His mom paused with the fork half-way to her mouth.

"Applied for jobs! Ten of them! Adam" she jabbed at him with her knife "helped me."

"Really? Well,

good for you!

" A sudden suspicious look came across her face "what sort of jobs?"

"Waitressing, mostly." Adam put in. "A few clerk positions. Basic stuff like that. Stuff that aunt Jessica....well...stuff that suits her resume."

"Stuff that I'm stupid enough to do, y'mean." His aunt put in glumly.

"Jess! I'm sure that's not what he meant."

"Oh, i did." He grinned at both his mom and aunt. "

Ouch! Hey!

"

His aunt pulled back her foot and grinned at her sister. "Careful, mister. Be glad I'm not wearing heels - those things hurt."

Mom looked surprised, but not displeased at their exchange of banter. By the time dinner was finished, it was approaching ten and his mother yawned and grimaced. "I'm going to go to bed. I pulled an early shift in the morning. Gotta be up at five-thirty."

"I wanna do something!" his Aunt protested. "Movie?"

Adam hesitated. He'd never watched a movie with his aunt. Or been in company with her when she watched one. "As long as it's not a romance...or a melodrama...or a biography....some bs like that." He allowed with a smile.

His mom snorted. "You have never watched a movie with her, have you?" She shook her head "Well...have fun. Just don't be up too late. And Jess - nothing too horrible, you hear? It was bad enough when you made me sit through that stuff with you and you couldn't sleep afterward. I don't think Adam wants to hold your hand half the night."

"You were

such

a pussy." Jessica grinned. "Can i..." she hesitated "can i have a bottle of wine, then, Lee? For the movie?"

"Sure." His mom seemed surprised that she'd even asked. "Just...nothing for him, alright?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "Mom!"

His mom smiled and went upstairs. "

Enjoy,

you two."

"I like horror flicks." Jessica explained with a casual toss of her red hair, smiling over her shoulder as she retrieved a bottle from the kitchen cupboard. "What about you?"

"Sci-fi, thrillers. Some adventure movies. Action. Stuff like that."

"So no horror?"

He hesitated. "Noooot...so much, no."

"Well, tonight you're watching one with me. 'The Conjuring' is on, and I've heard good things. Besides, it's good practice for you." She glanced upstairs, probably to make sure that his mom's door was closed. "No better shot for you then when you're watching a horror movie on date night with a girl." Her smile was...

conspiratorial

.

They sat in the living room. Their couch was large enough to seat four, yet the chill from the outside meant it made sense to sit close.

"Here." His aunt patted next to her and waved with the corner of the blanket she'd draped over herself. "You sit here. Want this to be like a date night, don't you?"

"I don't know. Do i?" Suddenly he felt nervous. What's she intend?

"A good shot for you so that you're not nervous when it actually happens, right?" She poured from the bottle into a tall-stemmed wineglass "Besides, it's gonna get fucking cold, and i want someone to hold onto when i watch horror."

He sat, allowing her to drape the blanket over him as well.

"Plus i was thinking, dude." She murmured as the movie started, her voice audible thanks to how close they sat. "Since you're still not...used to the whole, talking about everything, doing everything...well. I can help with that. You're helping me, after all." Even sitting down she was short enough that she craned her neck to look up at him. "

If

you want me to, of course."

"Yeah? Like...how?" asked Adam.

"Weeell..." she laughed softly. "for one thing, you'll want to put your arm around the girl when you sit down, or she'll think you don't want to be there."

"Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?" He put his arm around her shoulder. Almost as a reaction, she leaned into him, resting her head partially on his shoulder.

Over the coming fifteen minutes, Adam was

quickly

reminded why he didn't like horror movies.

On the other hand, it was a different experience than watching it with his friends. Every shock in the flick was accompanied by his aunt squeezing his arm or his leg, and moving closer to him.

"See...why guys tend to like horror movies, if for nothing else than this?" Jessica asked as one of the movie's protagonists discovered a cellar door.

"I guess. And you like them...why exactly, Aunt Jessica?"

She shrugged. "I like being scared. It's exciting, and i like excitement. Guilty." A quick laugh, cut off suddenly and replaced by a gasp as a reaction to what happened in the movie. "Shit! Didn't see...that coming. Christ. Whew!"

Adam grimaced and gently loosened her fingers, which had fastened like claws about his thigh.

She grinned up at him. "And the blanket." She murmured "See what you can do when there's a blanket, without anyone noticing? You could do most anything and even if Lee came down right this minute...weeeell, she wouldn't notice. And we could put everything back as it should be before she did notice." A small giggle. "Did that

a lot

while i grew up!"

Adam frowned.

Was that a suggestion?

She was stroking his leg just above his knee, though there seemed little sensual about it.

"You're tense." She observed.

"No shit. I'm watching a horror movie."

A laugh. "Is that the only reason then. Nothing else?"

Adam hesitated.

Jessica shrugged. "You...said you don't see me as an aunt, right?"

He nodded.

Sitting like this, it doesn't feel like she is one, for sure.

"So...just pretend i'm any other girl."

"I can't do that. You're not just...any other girl."

Her eyes softened and she suddenly looked away, giggling. "You...fucking smooth-talker, you! Stop that!"

"Well...you

wanted

to teach me, right? So what should i do?"

"What do you

want

to do?" She countered instead

For answer, he lowered his hand that wrapped around her shoulder, and easily found her right breast, cupping it through the fabric of her dress. At first his touch was hesitant, but at her lack or any protest, he squeezed once.

Her lips curved into a smile, though there was a nervous edge to it. "Good. Let's keep it to things that we can hide

under

the blanket, yeah? Wouldn't want Lee to get ideas if she comes down."

With her breast in his hand, he found it more difficult to focus on the movie, though her hand on his thigh - which had risen somewhat - played it's own part as well. At first, he just held his aunt's generous mound. After a few minutes however, he began caressing it ever-so-softly.

She leaned her head into his neck. Her whisper came muffled, but audible. "My breasts aren't as sensitive as Kris's, Adam. You'll need to...squeeze a biiiit harder.

Ah!

Yeah. Like that..." She shuddered.

How does she know that? He squeezed her, eliciting small, sharp inhales and whimpers whenever he did. "Does that hurt?" He asked, when one of his squeezes caused her to squirm.

"N-no. Christ, no, Adam." She laughed. "

Quite

the opposite. Doing...pretty damn well."

Adam felt her hand at his belt, working on unclasping it. He stared.

"What?" She grinned. "I can't just sit here doing nothing while you're pawing at my tits. That'd feel just...wrong. Tell me if this feels weird, and i'll stop right away. I promise. Alright?" Jess looked at him and waited, hand stopped in its motion.

He swallowed, then nodded.

"Lift your ass a bit?" She murmured

He did, allowing her to slip down his pants and deftly pulling his cock free. Her fingers caught it, her index finger running along his testicles to the tip before she gripped it firmly. "So

this

is what happens when you watch a horror movie with a girl?"

She smiled, taking the first strokes at his hardened cock. It seemed something she'd done before - and often. Her movements were practiced and well-timed, teasing and firm, yet not too hard. "Pretty much, yeah. Well, once you're old enough anyway."

They were still watching the movie, though only with half a mind from him at least. Her jerking caused him to want more, and he tugged at her dress. Before long, he pushed his hand down the fabric of it and began pulling at the fabric of her bra.

"

Eager,

huh? Want to get that thing off me?"

"I...y-yeah. I do." He admitted.

"Well...you can't, Adam. That'd be too much. Lee'd notice if she came down." her smile was teasing and she gave a hard jerk at his cock.

"Alright."

She frowned at his response, but said nothing. Instead she kept up the teasingly slow handjob and pushed herself closer. Her fingers danced across his tip, the shaft and the base.

It seemed designed to drive him nuts. Much more...refined than yesterday's interlude with Kristina, though the setting had of course been different. He continued squeezing at his aunt's breast, and pulled at her dress as well. The garment's cut-out was below her chest now, leaving only the bra covering the generous mounds. When he started pulling harder, Jessica's eyes narrowed.

"

Adam...

" Her voice was strained.

"You asked me what i wanted to do."

The hint of a smile touched her lips. "And what's that then?"

"...Take that off."

"I said no." She squeezed his cock harder, caressing his balls. "I'm not taking it off."

He shuddered and ground his teeth.

Again that frown, and she leaned in.

He couldn't suppress a small groan when she kissed him just below his right ear, tracing her lips below his neck. She nibbled here and there, leaving moist spots, all the while caressing his now-fully hardened cockshaft.

"What do you want?" She murmured, her breath in his ear.

"Take off...your...bra." He growled.

"

No

, Adam."

"You damn..." He swallowed. Frustration was making him...well...frustrated.

"I damn

what

, darlin'?" If anything, she seemed even more amused. Her hand never ceased it's movements and her eyelids fluttered half-shut when he squeezed her breast firmly.

"

Take it off!

" He said, not as quiet as before.

Her eyes widened and she squeezed his cock firmly. "No." She breathed, leaning in close to his neck. "No, i won't." She kissed his earlobe. "Fuck, you're big. You've got such a nice cock, Adam. I love feeling it like that, in my hand. Stroking it for you. Jerking you off. I want to put it in my

mouth.

"

"

Take your damn bra off!

" His voice was as loud as the movie now, though he'd stopped looking at it minutes earlier.

His aunt shook her head. He could see her chest rise and fall even through the blanket. "Nuh-uh."

He gripped the band of the lacy garment and pulled, tore and yanked it, until it gave way and slid down her side. The sensation of her now-naked breast in his palm was...good. He swallowed and looked at her, expecting a slap.

Instead she smiled. "Christ.

Finally.

" She murmured, sitting upright. He must have looked confused, for she continued. "I like teasing...teasing until...well..." She squeezed his cock. "Until you do

that.

"

He could feel her nipples stiff against his hand. He alternated between both of them now, squeezing one, then the other.

"You should..." her breathing had turned labored. "You should kiss me. My neck. if you want. If you want to turn me on more. Most any girl will like it if you kiss her there." She angled her head up, exposing her neck. "Go on." Her hand yet worked at his shaft, bringing him towards an orgasm.