My Aunt Jacie's Safe Haven 01

DISCLAIMER: This story will contain depictions incest. If that's not your thing, click off. I don't condone incest nor am I attracted to real incest. I just like the stories. All characters involved are 18+ and entirely fictional. This entry probably won't be super sexual but nasty things are to come. First time writing so please give me kind feedback, I don't really know how long to make my first entry so if this is too short please do let me know!

My name is Ethan and believe it or not I have not had the easiest life, my mom's kind of a wreck and my dad was never around. My mom has been trying to control just about every factor of my life since the moment I was born. I've been baptized 3 times, I had my bedroom window physically removed and the wall filled in, medication taken from me, locked in my room with no way out, friends paid to cut me off, oh and I was exorcised once.

I recently had a really big blowout with my mom and her what is it now? 4th husband in 5 years? Anyway I decided to get the fuck out of dodge for good. I just couldn't deal with her craziness anymore. The only person I really knew that I could go to was my aunt Jackie. She's the youngest of 4 sisters (my mom being the eldest) and honestly she barely registers as related to her.

There's an 8 year age gap and she leans way more towards the 'trans rights are human rights' side rather than the 'fags will burn in hell' side.

She's 35, about 5'10, super funny, and has tattoos galore. Her hair changes all the time honestly she doesn't exactly plan shit out, she plays with hair dye sometimes too but not really enough to ruin her hair.

Her fashion style leans towards gothic but not in a dramatic way, just like depressing poetry quotes and bare tree graphic tees. If I'm honest I think I always found her kind of attractive in a purely objective way, I had to get my type from somewhere I guess. She's also how can I put this nicely? Very very well off. To the point where if she wasn't family I'd probably hate her for it.

I grew up in trailer parks and shared duplexes because my mother has a horrible gambling addiction and wouldn't take help from my aunt Jackie. I've basically been trained by my poverty to have this low lying hatred for anyone who doesn't struggle, but Jackie's not a bitch about it. If I remember right she's the project manager of a big modeling agency or something.

I didn't go to my aunt right away partly out of shame and partly because I didn't know what she'd say. She was the only person I could think of asking realistically but just because she's been cool with me didn't mean she'd take me in yk? It was week 2 living in my car and when my fuel light came on I decided I might as well drive up there and try.

Her house is massive and I felt like a fool even driving up to her gate- sorry 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴. There's a gate at the street that you can just pull open and then a gate at the end of a winding stone driveway with a talkbox that's opened electronically. I have never felt hot, stinging shame more than I did while staring at that talkbox trying to decide whether or not to even do this. But after all I had nowhere else to go, I was starving, and I desperately needed a shower.

I pushed the big button that read "REQUEST ENTRY" and waited. The longest minute of my life went by before I heard my aunt's voice come over the speaker.

"Hello? Who is it? I don't want any bibles, knives, or cookies so if that's it just turn around."

"Hey Aunt Jackie uh.. no it's me, Ethan."

"Oh! Ethan! You haven't come up here in forever- here let me open the gate."

With that the speaker cut off and the gate slid open slowly. I continued up the driveway and parked near the closed garage to the left of the main entrance. Every step walking up to her door I got more and more nervous. Maybe I should just go home. I'm just being a stupid kid.

I knocked on the door and pretty quickly the door swung open. There was my aunt standing there looking like she just crawled out of bed at 2 pm. She was still wearing a robe and her hair was up in a bun.

"What brings you around nephew- woah you look a mess what's wrong?"

"Well.. I'm not really sure how to explain it, it's complicated and messy and I really hate to ask this of you."

"Hey hey slow down, don't be embarrassed man what's going on?"

"Me and mom and Darryl got into it again only- only it's bad this time, real bad."

"Oh dear I am so sorry that's just awful are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay but well I kinda..."

"You kinda what Ethan? Come on you don't have to be scared I'm not your mom you know."

"I kinda left. Like for good and I don't plan on going back. I've been out of the house for two weeks and I'm about out of gas and I just thought I'd say to hell with it and ask if I could maybe stay here for a little bit."

"Oh honey that's all? Of course you can! Any time nephew. Stay as long as you need to, and you know what? I'm glad to see you outta that house, you deserve to be somewhere away from all that stress."

"Thank you so so much aunt Jackie I don't-"

Before I could finish what I was saying she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long hug. She smelled like wild berries and mint, it distracted me. All I could focus on in that moment is how amazing she smelled, something's wrong with me. I was so wrapped up in her scent I didn't notice she wasn't wearing a whole lot underneath her robe.

She pulled back from the hug and invited me inside failing to cover herself. She was wearing a black lacy bra that I struggled hard not to look at. Made all the harder by the alluring tattoos half sticking out of her cleavage. That would be wrong, it was wrong. I shouldn't even be thinking about that. My god she really is attractive.

She walked me past the mudroom and forget and into the living room. We sat down on her very comfortable white leather couch and she gave me a look I took as pity and worry. She put her hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

"You know sweetie I've got two guest bedrooms that haven't been used in ages, you can have your pick and move your stuff in. I don't want you worrying about how long you stay either, you are always welcome here with me."

"Thank you I really really appreciate that. You don't have to do any of this for me you know I can just-"

She put her finger to my lips cutting me off before speaking firmly.

"No nephew of mine is gonna be out on his ass if I've got something to say about it, so shut up and accept the help."

"Okay aunt Jackie you're right, thank you."

"Here I'll help you take your stuff in from the car."

She stood up again not covering herself and started for the front door. I stopped her before she left the room out of nervousness and consideration.

"Uh wait ain't Jackie don't you wanna put something a little less.. open on to go out there?"

"Psshh I don't give a fuck if people wanna stare they can stare, I'm comfy."

Something about that sent a jolt through me. If people wanna stare they can stare. Maybe I could.. no pull it together. That's your aunt. Stop it. After shaking that thought out of my head I got up and followed Jackie outside to help. We quickly unloaded what little I had taken from my mom's house.

My PlayStation, a few dusty poetry books, a cactus I've had since I was 10, my sketching notebooks, and some cheap art supplies. We had it all laid out in the living room, she said something about two rooms to choose from so I decided to ask.

"You said you had two guest rooms right?"

"That's right you can take either one. There's the one towards the back of the house up against the garage and the one down there to the left. The far one would probably give you more privacy. The one right here is directly below my bedroom but it's got a bathroom directly off it. Your call nephew."

"The one with th- the bathroom will be fine."

I barely squeaked out that last sentence. I mean it's not like I'm choosing it for any other reason than the bathroom. Yeah. It's just rational decision making and nothing else. Jackie went upstairs for a moment saying she was gonna "actually get dressed now" and I began to move the stuff into the guest bedroom I chose. God even her guest rooms are nicer than my bedroom back home. Giant smart TV, blackout curtains, cable AND streaming services already working, king size bed, it was like a 4 star hotel.

After I got everything taken care of I walked into the bathroom to check it out and goddamn. It was like a palace. The whole thing was pearl with black accents. There was a big corner Jacuzzi style tub, a good size sink, a wicker cabinet just for towels and soap, and another for other toiletries. Right about then I heard a knock on the door frame behind me, I turned around to see aunt Jackie standing there.

She had gotten dressed alright. She was now wearing a very tight black crop top that showed off her.. assets. Her stomach flat and slightly toned, a tattoo of a pin up girl was partly visible with the legs draping down from her right ribs. Her hair for-now curly auburn hair now let down, barely grazing her shoulders. She was also wearing the smallest spandex shorts I'd ever seen. Jesus Christ was she trying to kill me?

"Get everything put away okay Ethan?"

"Uh.. y- yeah all good."

"Good I'm really glad, just take the rest of the day to relax or whatever you wanna do. You're not under any of your mom's stupid rules anymore."

"Hah yeah thanks. That mean I can smoke weed out in the open now?' I said, expecting a laugh.

"Smoke it if you got it, but you better not be stingy when I come looking to get a bit from you."

"Wait really-? I was really just joking I don't wanna disrespect your house like that."

"Disrespect? Nephew do you hear yourself? If you think I got this fun being sober you are dead wrong." Smoke if you wanna smoke I don't give a shit, you're 18 ain't you?"

"I am yeah."

"Then who cares? You can do what you like here, it isn't a jail and it isn't a courthouse so by all means get comfortable."

"Okay thanks Aunt Jackie, that eases my mind a lot."

"Good I'm really glad ethan." She said with a satisfied smile.

With that she turned and walked away, her butt waving all the while. Goddamn I gotta get my head right. She's hot and she dresses loose and she doesn't care what I do but she's still my aunt. I can't be one of those weirdos who's into their own family. I'm a rational human being. Just about the time I said that I felt a familiar pressure in my pants. Fuck.

No no no. Not over her. This is so fucking dumb. I made sure the coast was clear and shut the door to what I guess was now my room and waited it out. I am not like this, I don't get aroused by my own family. It's just because she surprised me that's all, with how cool she is.. and sexy and beautiful and easy going. Ahem. Just surprised me.

After waiting out my shameful hard on I walked out into the living room and sat on the couch. I mainly watched movies all day and occasionally found myself having to avert my eyes because of my aunt's presence. Living here might be a really bad idea. I'll just have to make my stay as short as possible, that way I don't become some kind of creep. That evening seemed to roll around pretty quickly.

I said my goodbyes and thank you's to my aunt who still had not changed into anything remotely appropriate and went into my room. It took me hours of tossing and turning to get any rest. Jackie was really on my mind. But I did manage to fall asleep around midnight. I'm just glad I'm not out on the street anymore. I'll line up a job and a place and I'll get out of here and it won't be a problem. Yeah. That's just what I'll do.