When I graduated high school, my mother wanted me to go to college close to home, but I had other ideas. I had lived my entire life in the same city and I wanted to go someplace else. Mom wasn't too crazy about the idea, though. She's been over-protective of me since I was a kid, and I doubt that'll ever change. To ease her concerns, I agreed to attend a small college on the west coast in a small town my aunt Rose and uncle Hector lived in. Knowing that I'd be living with family made my mom happy, and I knew it would be cheaper than living on my own.
So in mid-August, I boarded a Greyhound bus to take the three-day cross-country trip to my aunt's little town. Mom had offered to pay for a plane ticket, but I wanted to see the country a little. It was a nice trip, made more pleasant by chatting with some of my fellow passengers. On the morning of the fourth day, the bus rolled into the small station where my aunt and uncle were waiting for me. I hadn't seen them since the last big family reunion, two years prior. I noticed Uncle Hector's hair had gone a little more gray since I had last seen him. Aunt Rose, on the other hand, looked fabulous. She was wearing a sundress that went down to her knees and showed off her full figure. She waved and I went to meet them.
I should probably mention at this point that Aunt Rose is almost ten years younger than her husband, who's my mother's brother. She had just celebrated her 33rd birthday the month before and could still turn heads. She has raven-black hair, green eyes and stands about five-foot four. She tells me she was fat girl in high school, but lost the weight in college, which would explain how her breasts got so nice and big without her ass ballooning to match. I had always thought she was the prettiest of all my relatives, but I had never harbored any lustful thoughts about her until that day. And even then, I was too embarrassed to let myself admit how attracted I was to her.
After we they took me to breakfast, we went home, which was a two-story house, quite different from the apartments I'd lived in all my life. My room was in the basement, along with the laundry and the storage area. I was happy to note how big my room was, and Hector had dragged his old desk out of storage and set it up for me to use. Having the room on a separate floor gave me a sense of privacy that I'd never experienced before.
As the months passed, I gradually got used to small-town life. It was odd to have people I didn't know say hello to me as they passed me on the street, but soon enough I was returning their greetings like a native son. The college was nice, and the veterinary science program I was in seemed pretty good. The social scene was a change, as I soon realized all the people my age in town knew each other. Some of the girls were pretty sexy, and I hooked up with one called Nancy who I dated for about four months. The trouble was, she didn't believe in doing much more than letting me feel her tits and giving me hand-jobs. That was nice, but I wanted more and I got tired of waiting for her to loosen up, which led to our breaking up.
I spent a lot of my spare time with Aunt Rose. Unlike Uncle Hector, she was raised in a big city, and I found we had a lot of similar tastes in movies and books. I kinda wondered how a roughneck like Uncle Hector had managed to hook such a sophisticated woman, but was too shy to ask either of them about it. Since most of the girls in town were Nancy's friends, it looked like I would stay single for the foreseeable future, so I was happy to share my aunt's company.
One Saturday afternoon, I was playing solitaire (a game I had become quite good at, sadly) on the dining room table. Uncle Hector had left a few days before for a logging camp. Because of his job, he would often be gone for a week at a time, and this time was no exception. Aunt Rose wandered by on the way to the kitchen, and emerged with a glass of milk. She looked at my cards while she leaned on the doorframe and looked at me. She was wearing a yellow blouse and blue jeans that hugged her nice legs.
"Don't you have anything better to do on a nice day like today?" she asked.
"As pathetic as this sounds, no, I don't." I replied.
"I just think it's a shame a nice-looking boy like you isn't out enjoying himself with his friends," she said as she sat down across the table from me.
"Well, when I broke up with Nancy, I lost my hanging-out rights with a lot of her friends, which means most of the people I go to school with," I explained.
"Aww, poor boy," Aunt Rose said in a mocking tone. "I don't know what you saw in that girl anyway. She always seemed so stuck up to me."
"She wasn't that bad," I said. "She was cute as hell, that certainly didn't hurt."
"Maybe, but I get the feeling you didn't get all you wanted out of that cute little body of hers" she said.
That surprised me a little. I'd noticed Aunt Rose was pretty blunt in conversation, but we'd never discussed my sex life (or anyone else's for that matter). I wasn't shocked though, and I had to admit she was right. I looked up from my card game and gave her a small smile.
"Why Aunt Rose, you must be psychic".
"No," she said as she returned my smile. "I just do the laundry around here. A boy who gets the proper attention from his girlfriend doesn't leave the sort of stains you do on your sheets."
I was in mid-shuffle with the cards when she said that, and it knocked me for a loop. Some talk about my sex-life was one thing, but it's quite another when you aunt tells you she knows how much you whack off. I was so embarrassed, I turned beet red and dropped the cards all over the table.
"Oh gosh!" Aunt Rose said as she saw the effect of her words. "I'm sorry Bobby. I forgot you come from a long line of prudes.
"We're not that bad" I said as I avoided her gaze and picked up the cards. "Well, maybe Mom and Uncle Hector are, but I'm okay. You just caught me off-guard there. I'm sorry you had to... I mean, I'm sorry I..."
I couldn't bring myself to finish what I was trying to say. Aunt Rose leaned forward and put her hand on my cheek to guide my eye-line to hers. "It's okay Bobby," she said. "It's totally natural for a young man to do that. I'd be worried if you didn't."
I kept looking at her pretty face, and my embarrassment lessened somewhat. "I just never expected us to talk about it, I guess".
"Don't worry about it," she said, then game me a kiss on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, and I knew it was meant to tell me everything was okay. But as she pulled away, I could still taste her on my lips, and I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I hoped she hadn't noticed, but the look in her eyes told me she had. She smiled again, and then got up and went over to the bar. She reached under it and pulled out my uncle's round poker chip holder.
"I'm tired of watching you play with yourself," she said, which made me wince.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed
"I mean play solitaire, you dummy!" she admonished. "Here, let's play a little bit of poker," she said as she began counting out the blue, red and white chips.
