Bev's (step-mom) birthday came on a Tuesday this year, so naturally dad would not be able to be there for the first part, since he had to work. Dani (step-sister) said she was getting back in town tonight for dinner, she had gone on some big trip with some friends and her new boyfriend James.
I normally would have school tomorrow, especially now that I live with dad. With my biological mom, I could act sick and get out of school pretty easily, however with dad I always had to go to the actual doctor and get diagnosed or get a sick note if I tried to stay home, so naturally that never happened. I did go to school that morning, but I started to feel extremely nauseous and threw up in the bathroom.
The nurse had to get ahold of my dad at work, and he called Bev to come pick me up from school. She was there in about 10 minutes, and I got in the car. She was wearing blue jeans, and a red v-necked tank top with lacing on the top of it, the cleavage of her large breasts visible to the naked eye. She must have just gotten out of bed. "I am so sorry you aren't feeling well baby" She cooed.
"I'm sorry you had to come get me on your birthday," I replied sloggishly.
"Oh baby no, there's no where else I would rather be. I was honestly hoping something would happen today so that I could get out of the house, I just wish it wasn't because you were hurting." She sounded genuinely sad about it, and that made me feel a little better.
By the time we got home, I was feeling my worst. I went straight to the bathroom, ready to puke. A few minutes later I did.
After I started to, Bev came in the bathroom with me, and tried to calm me down "shh, it'll be okay sweetie, just let it out." And she put a cold washrag on the back of my neck.
My actual mom did the exact same thing which really tripped me out. I liked it, but it was really strange at first, like her motherly instinct just took over and knew what to do.
Afterwards, I went to my room for a little while to calm down and play video games. To tell the truth, I felt completely fine after that. Whatever stomach bug I had, left my system immediately after. But I didn't want to tell anyone that in case I would have to go back to school.
At around noon, I started getting hungry, so I decided to go downstairs to grab something to eat. I was wearing an old rock band t-shirt, and some grey pajama pants.
When I was on my way down, I heard a female's voice that I had never heard before. I opened the door and walked into the kitchen, and saw Bev, and another lady. "Oh hi honey, I hope you're feeling better now, this is my sister Sophie," Bev told me.
"You're Jake right? You can call me Aunt Soph. I'm so sorry you haven't been feeling well!"
I was starstruck. Aunt Soph was probably one of the hottest women I had ever seen in person. Soph was 5' 4" (1.63 m), had bright blue eyes, long brunette hair, and 36F tits. She looked very slim, aside from her busty boobs and ass. Her voice was a little higher, she almost sounded like she never grew up fully, definitely a more petite-style voice, but not like a baby-voice or anything.
What really got me was what she was wearing. Soph was wearing a tiny green v-neck brazier-like shirt, almost small enough to be a bra. But I knew it wasn't, because her baby-blue embroidered bra peaking from under her shirt laid over her tits more than the shirt did. The 'shirt' was only held together by two big green buttons in the center. I could see her full stomach that looked like the ideal stomach for me: not skinny enough to see bones, and not big enough to have any rolls or anything, and toned, but not muscled, just fit. She also had two belly button piercings, a blue jewel directly on her belly button, and right above it was a small silver piercing.
Below her stomach she was wearing short shorts, and that's being generous. These should've been called extra short shorts, but of course I didn't complain. I could also see a tattoo of a trail of butterflies starting from the right side of her waistline going left and downward...I was standing there frozen, getting rock hard and didn't respond.
"Sorry, I think I forgot something." I said quickly, and walked back towards the stairs, enough to be hidden behind the wall, and I positioned my cock so that it laid along my stomach, under waistline, with my shirt draped over to cover it up.
I felt like it would be really awkward to leave entirely and go upstairs, so I was just going to wait a couple seconds and walk back out, until I heard Soph ask Bev, "that was bigger than I was expecting..his dad is that big too?" I didn't hear Bev respond. Either because she didn't want to discuss it so openly to Soph, or because she responded non-verbally. I tried to wait another minute, so it would seem like I was actually getting something and so that Soph didn't think I heard her say that.
I walked back into the kitchen, trying to act nonchalant with my face red. "Hey, yeah, I'm Jake, sorry about that. I forgot to pause my game." I lied.
"It's okay, I understand." Soph replied. I went and heated up some leftover pizza from the other night in the microwave.
"Honey, me and Soph were just talking about maybe the whole family going out to dinner tonight, do you think you'll feel better later tonight to come with us?" Bev asked.
I didn't really want to leave the house, but honestly I wouldn't mind going if it meant I got to be around Soph more. "Uh, yeah I'm not sure yet, but I'll let you know when the time gets closer." I replied.
The microwave beeped. I grabbed my food and started to head upstairs, but then I thought about wanting to see Soph more, so I asked "is it alright if I sit with you guys while I eat?"
Soph was the one to reply, she seemed very focused on me. "Yea, of course! I'll make a spot for you." Soph moved some papers that were on the seat next to her away. We had the type of table that it has a corner bench on the back side, and a pullout bench in the front, which was where Soph was.
I went to sit next to her, and tried to quickly look down her shirt for a second without her noticing as I was sitting down. She chuckled a little under her breath. If she noticed, she must have amazingly good peripheral vision, because she wasn't even looking in my direction.
"So do you have any other interests besides video games young man?" Soph asked.
"Um, I mean I played the trombone for a while in school. I was pretty good at it, played in the jazz band and marching band, but I didn't really want to continue it since I had to switch schools this year." I told her.