Part One: Bad News.
"Why, mom?" I demanded in a somewhat rude and angry voice. "Why do I have to go? I have all my stuff here, and I want to stay home and enjoy it. I just bought two new games for my game machine, and I still haven't tried them."
"Because you are needed at your aunt's house, Paul, that's why. Uncle Bill can't be there, and they need a man in the household. Your father must remain home and take care of things here by himself. You will go there and help out."
"Aawww... mom!" I whined. I knew my mother was right; I had an obligation to attend to my share of our family's responsibilities. I had one more argument to use, concerning my sister. "Mom," I complained, "Kathleen kept my awake most of last night with her demands. I had to eat her pussy for a long time and then fucked her twice before she let me go to sleep, and in the morning she wanted more. I had to do her again! I'm all worn out, mom!"
My mother smiled at me, shaking her head in mock sympathy. "Poor baby, that's just the way it is in this family. You have an enviable position. Lots of boys your age would like to have problems like these. Now, you know the problem, Paul. Your uncle went on a business trip to China to see about the factory there, and he discovered it was a disaster. Now, instead of just a week, he must stay there and straighten everything out. Your uncle won't be back for more than a month. You need to live wiht Aunt Mary at Uncle Bill's house until he returns."
"Yes, mom." I liked my room. My parents were very indulgent and I had every item in it a boy would want, although at age eighteen, I would not be a boy much longer. Now I had to live in someone else's house for a month, or even longer. I had enjoyed myself there on past visits. My two cousins were real cute babes, and we were free to do as we pleased, now I wanted to stay home.
I was still acting sullen as my mother drove me over to my aunt's house. My mom attempted to cheer me up with some idle chatter, but I acted immature and silly and just sat there silently, forcing my face to look grim. I had packed up not only clothes, but also my video games and player, books, and other junk. I had decided not to even call my mom while I was away as a petty revenge to get back at her for making me do this. We pulled into my aunt's driveway.
"Now, Paul, I want you to straighten up and stop acting like a baby," my mother cautioned. Aunt Mary is a fine lady and your two cousins are very nice too. I think that you will have a wonderful time here."
"Yeah, right," I mumbled sarcastically.
As my mother stepped from the car, the front door opened and my aunt came out to greet us. She was a real looker, slightly younger than my mother. It was hard to believe that she had two daughters, one my age and the other a year older.
"Eileen, you brought him today," my aunt said to mom, acting surprised. They probably had planned this for days.
"Why wait; Bill has already been gone almost a week. I am certain that you needed Paulie here as soon as possible." I slowly climbed out of the car, acting like a jerk, as usual. Aunt Mary smiled at me. Mom turned to me and made a face that her sister could not see. I was being warned again to shape up. To be more of a jerk, I assumed an obviously phony smile.
"I am putting you in the guest room, Paul, so you have some space of your own," Aunt Mary said. "Why don't you carry your things up there now and settle in while your mom and I talk. You know where it is."
I started to carry my junk inside and mom spotted my leer; she glared at me. I ignored her and made a couple of trips, carrying everything upstairs. I knew they were talking about me by the way they kept glancing at me. I sat in my room waiting for the sound of my mom's car starting up and leaving. When she gone, my aunt came up to my room.
"I know this is an imposition on you, Paul," she admitted, "but your two cousins and I need to have man around, and your uncle will be away a long time."
I tried to ignore her, but there was some enticing perfume about her. I lifted my eyes to see her smiling at me. She must have partially unbuttoned her blouse on the way upstairs, and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. In fact, her perception of my eyes on her body had caused her nipples to swell against the fabric, forming little nubbins for me to see.
"Susan and Tracie are at the pool," she informed me and moved closer to the bed where I was lounging and working on my bad attitude. It was beginning already. I could feel my cock start to swell, anticipating its work would commence soon, very soon. My aunt wanted me first before her daughters arrived home.
My aunt stood next to the bed and reached down to run her fingers through my thick hair. Without knowing why, I turned my head up and kissed her wrist. I saw her shudder ever so slightly. Her face was flushed.
"It's been so long, Paulie... too long." She knelt down next to the bed and rested her head against my chest. I put my arms around her and let my fingers knead her tense back and neck muscles. She sighed and began to relax. After a while she lifted her head. "Do you want to come into my room, honey?"
