These first few chapters are slow and don't have any sex, but I wanted to take my time with the buildup and hopefully create a long and interesting story. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Everything had happened so suddenly, it was hard to figure out what was going on. First I lost my job due to the recession and mass layoffs. Then my landlord raised rent and priced me out of the apartment, forcing me into temporary homelessness. For that first week without a home I was just crashing on my friend Kevin's couch, hoping that I could figure something out. He kept saying I could stay as long as I needed, but I've always been bad at accepting help from others and my pride wouldn't let me stay there for much longer. I would've gone home to live with my parents, except that I didn't have any. My mom and dad died when I was twelve, so I moved in with my Aunt and Uncle a few states away and finished middle school and high school there.
Let me back up a bit to give you some context to this whole thing. My name is Gavin, I'm 24, graduated college two years ago and have been working as an assistant at key repair shop, saving money for law school. I only really work the front desk and help out when needed, but the pay is actually decent enough that after a few years I could have afforded to go to law school and only take out fifty-thousand in loans, which I would easily be able to pay off once I got a job as a paralegal. It was a good plan, I just got fucked by the economy. The shop had to shut down because we weren't doing enough business and couldn't afford the rent on the commercial space. But enough about that, I don't wanna focus on it right now.
I'm 6'1 with an athletic build from when I used to play intramural sports in school, and I still work out to maintain my physique. Kevin is my best friend from college. We were roommates our freshman year and hit it off immediately, and the rest is history. We stuck together throughout school and chose to stay nearby each other after we graduated. He majored in electrical engineering and there's no shortage of job opportunities there, even during a recession.
But now, after two weeks of living on Kevin's couch, I decided that enough was enough. I don't like being a burden, especially to my friends, and I needed to do something about my situation and be more proactive about it. So, I decided to go back to my Aunt and Uncle. They were basically like foster parents to me and took really good care of my growing up, making sure I felt just as loved as their actual child, my younger cousin Sasha, who was six years younger than me. And truthfully, she grew to feel like a sister to me. I was always looking out for her and she would always come to me for help or advice, especially if it was something she couldn't go to my Aunt or Uncle about.
That's basically where I'm at right now. I just told Kevin what I planned on doing and we were saying our goodbyes, not really knowing when we'd see each other again. My Aunt and Uncle lived a thousand miles away out in the midwest, so who knew when I'd be able to come out east again.
"I can't believe this is goodbye bro" Kevin said somberly. We were sitting at his kitchen table, the twilight dusk dimming the natural light in the room until shadows began to overtake whatever the overhead light couldn't find.
"I know. I don't know what I'm gonna do out there, man. It's all corn farms and dust".
"You could always say fuck law school and be a corn farmer. Tons of money in the making-kids-fat industry". I laughed for the first time that day, a weary smile on my face.
"I might wanna be a lawyer but I still have some morals".
"We'll see about that when you get a taste of that corn money". We laughed some more and reminisced about college before I eventually had to leave to catch my bus. I gave him a tight hug, flooded with emotions that I couldn't put in to words. They were just there, making me feel, well, miserable, I guess. I left before things got too emotional, I don't think I would've been able to handle much more. It's hard to say goodbye to your best friend. Even if you'll only be gone a week, it's a hard thing to do. And now I was saying goodbye for potentially years. It hurt. It left a hard, cold lump in my chest that I couldn't relieve.
The bus stop and its awful smell was able to steer my thoughts in another direction, at least for a while. The rank odor of piss and sweat emanating from the guy sleeping by the bench was an assault on my nose. I put my last five dollars in his cup, hoping that he could make better use of it than I could, and in the back of my head I hoped that someone would do the same for me if I ended up like him.
After about 15 minutes the Greyhound I was waiting for pulled up to the curb and opened its doors to me. The inside lit up with bright fluorescent ceiling lights, waking up a few passengers who were already asleep. I hopped on, showed the driver my ticket and walked back towards an empty row. The bus smelled clean, which was a pleasant surprise, and the seats didn't look bad either. It was a nice start to a trip that was already painful enough for me. The lights above me shut off as the driver closed the doors and began to pull out, not waiting for me to sit down. I took a seat before I got thrown down, put my bags on one seat and took the adjacent window seat for myself. Luckily, I was the last stop and we'd be driving through the night towards our destination: Winona. A small (but well-off) town that was situated slightly right of center in the country, both geographically and politically. That being said, I spent nearly half my childhood there, and no one would actually care about my liberal political leanings. The town somehow managed to avoid the last few years of political radicalism and the people there really only cared about keeping lower taxes, and didn't give a shit about anything else.
As the bus pulled away from the station, I leaned my head against the window and looked outside, letting the fading light push me into a deep sleep.
Chapter 2
Standing outside my Aunt and Uncle's house for the first time in nearly two years was a little more nerve-wracking than I had expected. I don't know why, because they always treated me well and were happy to take me back in until I could get back on my feet, but I was still a little apprehensive about the whole thing. But I pushed those feelings aside for my own sake and walked up to the front door, ringing the door bell after taking a deep breath.
The door swung open and my Aunt Rita practically pounced on me and gave me a huge hug. I needed it more than I'm willing to admit.
"Gavin! It's so good to see you! I'm so sorry about work and your apartment, but I promise we'll take good care of you as long as you need, baby" she said, encasing me in her arms. Aunt Rita was my mom's younger sister by about ten years, so she was still in her early forties. Looking at her, though, you'd think she was still in her early thirties at most. She was gorgeous, with flowing dirty blonde hair, a face with sharp cheek bones and jawline peppered with freckles, and a body you could only dream of. Her boobs were full and as big as cantaloupes, maybe a little bigger even. I felt them press against my chest as she hugged me and couldn't help being a little turned on.
She finally let go of me and took a step back, letting me get my first full look at her in two years. She was wearing a bright red and yellow sundress decorated with flowers that stopped right above her knees. The front showed a ridiculous amount of cleavage as her tits were smushed up against her chest by the dress. Her curves were on full display as the dress clung to her sides. Big tits, small waist, and even from the front you could see she had an absolute wagon in the back. She had seriously won the genetic lottery.
