Leanna and Be-Be are my aunts. They're my late father's step-sisters, and my only remaining relatives. Aunt Leanna and Aunt Be-Be are also smokin', fuckin' sexy as hell! I've felt this way about them for as long as I can remember.
They're in their mid-50s (I think). They were never really that close to Dad so I didn't have much to go on. This was mostly Dad's doing. He had some kind of "falling out" with them that he never talked about.
They mostly kept in touch with us through Christmas, birthday and graduation cards, and the occasional phone call. I remember getting a VERY nice college graduation gift from them ($5K), that they asked me to keep a secret from Dad.
"Your father would want you to give it back." Aunt Leanna told me. She was probably right, so I kept it between us.
Dad never spoke too highly of his step-sisters.
"Can't stand them heffas...!" he usually grumbled under his breathe. He would also describe them with words like "wild" and "floozies".
"My kinda ladies..." I thought to myself, which only heightened my excitement and curiosity about them.
Dad passed a month before my 27th birthday. It was a long illness (cancer) and we were more or less prepared when it finally happened. I felt more relief than sadness, knowing that he wouldn't be suffering anymore. The memorial service was small and quiet. There was me, a neighbor, a former co-worker and two of his friends from is Army days. The neighbor, Mr. Phelps, was the only person there that I actually knew.
Then Leanna and Be-Be walked in, and every head turned as these two fine-ass, older Black women sashayed their way into the funeral parlor. During the service, people stepped forward and said "a few words", paying their respects. I spoke, then the co-worker, one of the Army guys, and finally Aunt Be-Be.
I don't remember much of what she said, but I could not stop gazing at her. My aunts are just so fuckin' gorgeous! Aunt Be-Be has a dark-brown complexion and strong features, like Angela Bassett or Viola Davis, while Aunt Leanna has a medium-brown complexion and looks softer and more exotic.
Later at the reception, Mr. Phelps came over and nudged me.
"Gotdayum, Young-Blood...!" he whispered a little too loudly. "Yo' daddy never tol' me his sustas was THAT mu'fuckin' fine...!"
"I feel ya..." I nodded.
A few seconds later I was hugging and standing next to them. They looked and smelled even better up close. I realized that this was probably just the fourth or fifth time in my whole life that I'd been in the same room with them.
"We are family, honey," Aunt Leanna said consoling me. "You are our only nephew, and we don't want you to be so distant any more..."
"Like Earl was..." Aunt Be-Be finished for her, referring to Dad. There was no argument on that point.
"C'mon, Auntie Be-Be..." I started in agreement. "You know that's just how Dad was sometimes."
"Sometimes...?" she shot back. "More like 'usually' and 'always'..."
"And as for you," Aunt Leanna added. "Enough with this 'Auntie' nonsense -- makes us feel old. We are Leanna and Be-Be from now on."
"Yes, m'am..." I grinned.
She gave me her infamous raised eyebrow stare.
The conversation topic changed to "me and my plans". They insisted on me celebrating my upcoming birthday with them, and I agreed. My 27th fell on a Friday, so per their instructions, I packed a suitcase to stay with them for a few days.
Leanna and Be-Be share a luxurious home a few hours' drive from where I lived. The place was enormous and immaculately furnished.
"Damn..." I swore as I drove up the long driveway towards the 4-car garage. I REALLY didn't know anything about my aunts.
Aun... Be-Be (Beatrice) greeted me at the door and engaged me in a long, warm hug. She's a tall woman, at least 5'10", and has a firm, athletic body type. I guessed that she probably runs on a regular basis.
"So happy to see you, sweetie...!" she cooed looking me over. "We are going to have so much fun this weekend...!"
She wore black runners' tights, an overly-large grey sweatshirt and black athletic sandals -- which to me said she'd probably worked out earlier. Her hair was tied in a shoulder-length ponytail, and her face was bare of any makeup. She looked amazing. I felt a tingle in my groin watching her sculpted ass as I followed her into the house.
I got the impression that she knew I was watching and gave me a little "extra wiggle".
I met Leanna in the kitchen, where I received an equally pleasing hug. She wore a flowing, sleeveless, ankle length sundress, adorned with a black and beige African print. Her feet were bare and her grey-streaked hair flowed loosely down her back to her waist.
Like Be-Be, her face was bare of makeup, and she was absolutely gorgeous. Leanna is shorter than her younger sister, probably only 5'5". She's a petite woman with a graceful manner -- she literally glides into a room, almost like she's dancing.
Through the hug I was able to tell that she was braless. I could see the impression of her nipples against the loose fabric. Although she's a smaller woman, Leanna has very large breasts, definitely larger than a D-size (Yes, I'm a "breast man", so I recognize and know bra sizes.)
I spent a good deal of my teenage years fantasizing about "Auntie L's Magnificent Boobs".
I leaned against the counter to hide the tent growing in my khakis. This was the first time that I was ever alone with them and my mind was recalling all the scenarios that I'd jerked off to.
They got me situated in one of the guest rooms. I used the on-suite bathroom to "yank-out" a quick one, just to take the edge off. After that I washed up, changed into some sweats and met them back in their spacious living room. They opened and poured glasses of wine and gave me a tour of their home.
In the large office space they shared the walls were lined with photos. Several were of me throughout my early life -- me in a pee-wee football uniform, me graduating high school and college.
I stopped and got a little misty-eyed over one of me with my mother; Dad only kept a few pictures of Mom around and I'd never seen this one. In the photo I was just a toddler. She died when I was 5.
"Theresa was an angel..." Be-Be said, rubbing my shoulder.
"We miss her so much..." Leanna added, pointing to several photos showing the three of them together: celebrating at a New Year's Eve party, posing in bathing suits at the beach, the two of them hugging my mom when she was fully pregnant with me.
"She was such a joy to be around, we thought of her as our other sister."
Mom, Leanna and Be-Be were friends? News to me -- definitely a detail that Dad "forgot" to share.
The rest of the pictures were the "history of" Leanna and Be-Be. I guessed right for both -- Be-Be was once an athlete, a former track star for the state university. She was even an alternate for the 1984 Olympic Team.
Leanna was once a dancer and former choreographer for a modern dance troupe.
There was only one photo of them with Dad; the three of them were teenagers. It was a wedding photo from when Grandaddy Earl (my dad's dad) married their mother. Granddaddy Earl looked happy as hell -- Dad looked miserable.
She passed away before I was born, but I could see where they got their looks -- their mother was a gorgeous (hot) woman.
I was really amazed by the some of the other photos. Aside from pictures of graduations, and vacations, there were photos with celebrities -- athletes, singers, actors. Both were featured on the covers of three different magazines. There were photo-spread shots of Be-Be as a model. Even one of Leanna shaking hands with a former First Lady.
We all settled back in the lounge area and began exchanging stories to fill in some of the missing pieces.
I gave them my quick breakdown: I was a college student on a baseball scholarship, a college drop-out after an injury (and a lost scholarship), a college student again and then a graduate. Dad wanted me to join the Army like he'd done, but I ignored him on that suggestion. I'd been engaged, then the engagement broke-up. I've had a dozen different jobs, then I went to work with Dad at his hardware store. Then I moved in with Dad because of his cancer, then took over the hardware store, then Dad passed, blah-blah-blah -- and here I am.
Their stories were far more interesting and exciting.
Their mom, Rosalee, was a "Memphis party-girl". She'd had both of them by the time she was 18 -- Leanna's father was an exchange student from Pakistan, Be-Be's was one of the local pool-hustlers. My aunts were 19 (Leanna) and 17 (Be-Be) when their mom met and married Grandaddy Earl. Dad had just turned 16.
(Doing the math in my head I figured out their actual ages. Dad was 63 when he passed. That would make my incredibly sexy aunts 66 and 64!)
Neither of them ever married or had children.
"Not for us..." Leanna said with mild disdain. "We had too much living to do to sacrifice the commitment."
"Besides," Be-Be said coyly, rubbing my arm. "We had our sweet, handsome nephew -- all the child we'd need in our lives." The way she smiled and touched me made my pants tighten again.
They both had successful careers and life experiences. Leanna was the co-founder and former choreography for a dance group that toured internationally. Now retired, she was a private yoga instructor.
Be-Be had been an athlete, a coach and trainer, and a model. She then earned a real estate license, started and managed a successful commercial firm, which she later sold ($$$). Also retired, she occasionally consults and trains for the track team at her alma mater.
"Then there was my brief, but spectacular time as an actress, producer and distributor..." Be-Be beamed proudly.
"Bea..." Leanna chided her sister. "Maybe not right now..."
They gave each other knowing looks, before Be-Be gave a coy shrug. They silently agreed not to share whatever it was they were agreeing to.
"Special Sibling Language" -- not something an Only Child understands.
Like their mom, my aunts were "party girls"; they knew how and when to enjoy themselves, and did so as often as they could. When Dad met Mom, they tried to include her whenever possible. And to Dad's regret, she happily joined them whenever possible, prior to getting pregnant with me.
"After you were born, Earl 'forbade' your mother from hanging out with us anymore." Be-Be said. "Earl told her: 'you can't be a momma and a hussy too...!'"
