Staying with Aunt Cath

This is the final part, (the climax?) of this series. Thank you to everyone who has read the other episodes and 'liked' them. Most importantly, thank you to everyone who has left a comment. If you're simply a reader here, (and I was, for years,) then you might not realise how valued your comments are; but they really are hugely important. So please comment; I love to read them.

I hope you enjoy this fifth and final part of Cath and Jenny's story.

"Look, Cath; I know we've had our differences but Jenny seems to have blossomed so much in her year with you; so I just wanted to come and spend a few days with you both and to thank you. You didn't have to take her in and I realise now what a big commitment it was; well, still is; so, what do you think?" Cath was doing that comedic thing of holding the phone away from her ear and mouthing 'Oh My God' at no one in particular.

"Cheryl, we'd love to have you stay, honestly. There's only two beds and mine is the biggest so you'll have to share with your big sister, I'm afraid," Cath said.

"That's fine, love," Cheryl replied, "I mean; you don't bite, do you?" Cheryl laughed at her joke. Cath mouthed to her imaginary audience, 'Well, not on the first date, no.'

"That's settled then," Cath said, "Send me some dates for a Friday, Saturday stay and I'll get back to you."

"Will do. Bye Cath, bye." Cheryl ended the call and looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. It had taken her weeks to drum up the courage to make that call and she was really proud of herself that she had finally done it.

In her kitchen, Cath put down her phone and said out loud,

"Well, bugger me."

"Your Mum wants to come and stay for a weekend," Cath said over her shoulder as she was cooking. Jenny was sitting at the kitchen table scrolling through her phone.

"Wow!" Jenny said, "That must have been an interesting call?" Cath laughed,

"To be honest, I really felt for her. I know how much she regrets what she said; and did; so it must have taken a lot of courage to ring her big sister like that. So; what do you think?" Cath asked.

"Where will she sleep?" Jenny asked.

"With me, love. Don't worry; it'll just be for two nights and it'll be fun. We can show her the sights, have breakfast at Frankie's and drink loads of wine; how's that?" Cath asked.

Jenny had got up from the table and was now behind her Aunt. She wrapped her arms around Cath's waist and hugged her close, kissing her neck.

"It sounds great. It'll give you two some time to talk through what happened," Jenny replied.

Cath turned around and held her niece's head in her hands.

"It will, darling; it will." Cath closed her eyes and kissed Jenny, softly, on the lips. Jenny responded, opening her mouth to turn the kiss into something much more passionate. Their tongues met and the kiss became sexy, Jenny moving her hands to Cath's tits. After a few seconds, Cath broke the kiss,

"Do you think we can keep our hands off each other for 48 hours?" she whispered.

"Not a chance," Jenny replied, and they both laughed.

"Hey, girls; grab that table by the window; I'll be with you in a bit," Frankie said, the next morning. Cath and Jenny sat down and watched flying around her cafe.

"How are you both? Frankie said when she got to their table.

"Good thanks, lovely. We'll have our usual and a chat with you later, if that's okay," Cath said.

"Perfect," Frankie said, writing down their order and racing off to the kitchen. They ate their breakfast and drank their coffee and, as the breakfast rush eased, Frankie pulled up a chair and sat down with them.

"This is getting ridiculous," Frankie said, "I need help on Saturday morning. I can't clear the tables fast enough to get people seated, so they go somewhere else."

"I'll ask around campus," Jenny said, "there must be some people who need a weekend job."

"Bless you, darling; that would be great," Frankie said, "now, what did you want to talk about?"

"Jenny's Mum is coming to stay in a few weeks," Cath said.

"Fuck," Frankie said, "how is that going to work?" Cath laughed,

"It'll be fine, love. We'll be extra careful and we'll bring her here for breakfast on the Saturday. Just don't mention your porn life; it'll just complicate things too much," Cath replied. Frankie nodded, thoughtfully.

"When is it?" she asked.

"14th, 15th," Cath said.

Ten days later, Cath phoned Cheryl to give her the details.

"Hi love, you okay? Good. Okay, here's the details. Get to mine around 3 on Friday afternoon. I'll cook, Friday night. Saturday, we'll do breakfast at my friend's cafe, Frankie's. Then, we'll give you the Brighton tour, back here, and we'll get a takeaway for Saturday night. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good," Cheryl replied, "do you need me to bring anything?"

"Wine, love; bring wine," Cath said. They laughed together.

"Oh, I can do that," Cheryl said, "I'll see you on Friday, then."

Friday morning was a whirlwind at Cath's house; cleaning, tidying, shopping and

checking; Cath meticulously went through every room looking for any evidence of her and Jenny's sexual relationship. Satisfied that everything was as it should be she felt more relaxed about her sister's impending visit. Jenny came back from the supermarket with the shopping and the two of them unloaded her car and went through Cath's list;

"I got everything, Cath, and I think it's all the right stuff," Jenny said, hoping she hadn't messed up.

"You did well, young Jenny," Cath announced, triumphantly crossing the final item off her list. She grinned at her niece;

"Come on, help me put this lot away and we can get ready to go and pick your Mum up."

An hour later they were at the train station scanning the people stepping off the train that Cheryl should be on. Cath spotted her first and waved; her sister waved back. She was dressed in a red sleeveless top which was cut low enough to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage but not so low as to look slutty. She wore tight, white jeans and strappy sandals with everything topped off by a pair of Oakley sunglasses. Cath thought she looked ten years younger than her forty years. She was pulling a small suitcase and had a red handbag over her shoulder. Jenny ran forward and hugged her as Cheryl kissed her on the cheek, finally leaning back and looking at her daughter before kissing her on the lips;

"You look fantastic, Jen," Cheryl said, looking her daughter up and down, "the sea air obviously suits you." They hugged again and Jenny took the suitcase. Cath held out her arms, hoping that Cheryl would accept the embrace. She did. They held each tight for a few seconds, no words passing between them yet a thousand unsaid thoughts hanging in the air. Cath kissed her younger sister on the cheek then Cheryl kissed Cath on the lips, holding her sister's face in her hands and holding the kiss for longer than was normal.

"I'm so sorry," Cheryl whispered, "I've been an idiot and I want to make it up to you this weekend." She kissed Cath's lips again, a perfectly innocent kiss and Cath pulled her back in for a hug. She was so pleased that things were back to normal between them; as the two eldest of the three sisters, they had been incredibly close for all of Cheryl's life, so the past few years had hurt Cath more than she would admit to Jenny, or herself for that matter.

They all got into Jenny's car for the short journey to the house; a journey filled with chatter and laughter.

"I'd forgotten how light and airy your house is," Cheryl said as she sat on the sofa with a glass of wine. They had been out for a walk around some of the places that Jenny had wanted to show her Mum, saving Frankie's for tomorrow morning. It was now late afternoon and they had opened a bottle of white wine before Cath started cooking dinner.

"Thank you," Cath said, sitting down next to her, "I'm really settled here."

"You'd tell me if having Jenny here is a problem, wouldn't you?" Cheryl said.

"Hello? Mum?" Jenny interrupted, "You know I'm stting here, right?"

"Cheryl, it isn't a problem. She's great company and she's good to have around," Cath said, "we have fun, don't we love?" Jenny nodded and smiled, not trusting herself to say something that wasn't packed with innuendo.

"Well, she certainly seems to have grown up this past year," Cheryl replied, "so you must be doing something right." Cath smiled at her sister and they clinked glasses.

"Right, you two," Cath said, "bugger off and make yourselves beautiful; I'm cooking."

Jenny and Cheryl went upstairs; Cheryl to Cath's room and Jenny to hers. She sat on the bed enjoying the last of her glass of wine, when there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Come in," Jenny said and her mother peered around the door;

"Can we talk for a minute?" Cheryl asked, closing the door behind her.

"Of course," Jenny replied, patting the bed beside her. Cheryl sat down;

"Do you think Cath has forgiven me? Cheryl asked. Jenny smiled;

"She forgave you a long time ago, Mum; you just didn't notice," Jenny replied. Cheryl smiled at her daughter;

"When did you get so grown up?" she asked. Jenny smiled;

"Here, Uni, Brighton," she replied, "it's a big thing, doing all of this in one year; but I couldn't have done half of it without Cath." Cheryl smiled,

"I'm so glad you're happy, love," Cheryl said, stroking her daughter's face. Jenny blew her a kiss and Cheryl blew one back.

"Right," Cheryl said, "can I have a shower first?"

"Of course, Mum," Jenny replied, tenderly. Cheryl stood up and opened the door;

"I'll be lickety split, pumpkin," she said over her shoulder. Jenny smiled at the silly phrase. She hadn't heard her Mum use it for years.

Five minutes later, Jenny could hear her Mum humming in the shower. She picked up her phone and texted Cath.

'U ok?'

'Sure, u?'

'She's v happy.'

'Good. Wot abt u?"

'Happy she's happy xxx'

Jenny put down her phone and got stripped down to her underwear;

"All yours, Jen," Cheryl called and Jenny walked to the bathroom and took her shower.

Cath opened the door to her bedroom and stopped for a moment. Her sister was standing in the middle of the room, naked, and was towelling her hair. Her tits looked amazing and Cath realised that, with everything going on, she'd forgotten how gorgeous Cheryl was.

"Fuck me, sis," Cath said, "I'd almost forgotten." She closed the door behind her. Cheryl turned, taken by surprise.

"Forgotten what? Cherl asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Forgotten how fucking gorgeous you are, you bitch," Cath said. Cheryl laughed but then looked at herself in the full length mirror. She smiled at herself. She knew she worked hard to keep her figure and that Steve was always complimenting her on her tits or her arse; or both; but that was his job as a loving husband. To hear it from her big sister, her heroine, was something special. Cath put her hands around Cheryl's waist, looking at the two of them in the mirror.

"You always were the looker," she whispered, her breath hot on Cheryl's ear, "but I really think you're better looking now than you were twenty years ago." Cath kissed her sister on the cheek, staring into her eyes in the mirror. They stood, frozen together, looking at each other; Cath's hands now on Cheryl's hips and moving up the sides of her body.

"Shower's free," Jenny called from her bedroom door and Cath let go, smacking Cheryl's arse.

"Saved by the bell, gorgeous," Cath said, slipping out of the door. Cheryl didn't move for several minutes, staring at her reflection in the mirror and wondering what had just happened.

By the time Cath came back in, Cheryl was wearing a red bra and a black knee-length skirt which had a zip in the front, from top to bottom. Cheryl was bending forward, pulling the zip up a few inches from the bottom.

"Keep going," Cath said, towelling her hair. Cheryl looked up. Cath was wearing a fluffy robe which was gaping at the top, allowing a view of her considerable cleavage.

"Keep going," Cath said, more insistently this time, "it's sexy. You should do sexy more often." Cheryl didn't know what to say so she just poked her tongue at her big sister. Cath laughed. She turned to her wardrobe and let the robe fall to the floor. Cheryl looked her sister up and down from behind.

"Mmm," she said, "not bad for an old girl." Cath turned her head and poked her tongue out. It was Cheryl's turn to burst out laughing. She watched as Cath put on a black bra and lacy black knickers. Then she stepped into a blue miniskirt and put on a red blouse. She did it up as far as two buttons from the top, looked at herself in the mirror and undid one button, exposing the lace at the top of the bra. She sat on the edge of the bed and put on her wedge sandals, watching Cheryl pull on a low cut red silk top before stepping into black shoes with a low heel. They each applied some make-up and dried their hair, teasing it into shape. Finally, Cheryl turned to Cath;

"Will I do?" Cheryl asked.

"Good enough to eat," Cath replied.

When the sisters got downstairs they found Jenny setting the table. She was wearing a little black dress, sleeveless and short, with strappy heels on her feet. Her hair was down and she wore some makeup and red lipstick.

"Fuck, Jen; you look gorgeous," Cath exclaimed, suddenly realising what she'd said and hoping that Cheryl wouldn't notice. Cheryl looked her daughter up and down and said;

"Cath's right, darling; I can't believe how grown up you look; and your legs! I'd kill to have legs that good," Cheryl said.

"Nonsense, Cheryl; you've always had great legs," Cath said, "especially tonight; that split in the skirt really shows them off." Cheryl smiled at her sister and kissed her, quickly, on the lips.

"Thanks for doing that, Jen," Cath said, "but there one thing missing." Jenny scoured the table, checking cutlery, crockery and glassware, condiments and sauces. She looked at her Aunt, her brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"There's no wine in those glasses, girl," Cath said, triumphantly; "come on, you're slipping." Cheryl looked at her sister in surprise at her tone; but Cath was grinning from ear to ear, and Jenny was laughing. Cheryl suddenly understood the playful ribbing but also understood the ease there was in their relationship; that her daughter and her big sister had become completely relaxed in each other's company and she was so happy to see it.

Jenny filled the glasses and Cath began to serve up their dinner.

The wine flowed and the food was delicious; the conversation was driven by Jenny wanting to know about her Aunt and Mother's teenage relationships, quizzing them about boyfriends and winking at Cath.

Cheryl was having a great time. She felt terrific, and it wasn't just the wine. Praise from her big sister and pride in how her daughter looked had given her a natural high; and she felt good in how she looked herself. Cath's comment about looking sexy had rung a bell with her; when did she stop wanting to look sexy, to turn Steve on with the way she dressed? When she sat down at the table she undid the zip on her skirt a bit more, knowing that it would show plenty of thigh when she stood up. Then she pulled her top down a little so that more of the lace on the top of her bra was visible. She caught Cath looking at her and smiling, and felt a rush of pleasure. She looked across at Jenny; looked at this beautiful young woman in her black dress with her hair down; and wondered how she and Steve had produced this poised, vibrant woman. Cheryl knew she had her sister to thank for some of that; Jenny had grown up a lot in her first year in Brighton, certainly; but there was something else which Cheryl couldn't quite put her finger on. Cheryl found her mind wandering; wondering about her daughter's sex life and whether she had met many boys in her year, whether she'd had any relationships or if she'd indulged in any casual sex. Cheryl didn't think that her daughter was promiscuous but the growing up she'd done might have changed that. She decided to have a mother-daughter talk at some point over the weekend.

"Mum," Jenny said. Cheryl was suddenly back in the room.

"Sorry, love; miles away. What did you say? Cheryl asked. Cath grinned at her sister, knowing the question she'd missed would surprise her.

"I was asking how much sex you were having when you were my age," Jenny said.

"What?" Cheryl asked, slightly shocked at the question, "It's none of your business, thank you." Cath laughed, knowing that her sister had been side-swiped but also knowing that Jenny would not let it go.

"Hold on," Jenny said, "we were talking about relationships and Cath was saying how she'd only had two boyfriends by the time she was nineteen."

Cheryl looked at her sister, open mouthed;

"You lying cow!" she shouted.

"What?" Cath replied, trying to look indignant but failing, miserably.

"Tell her what your nickname was at school," Cheryl demanded, grinning herself now;

"I don't remember having a nickname," Cath said.

"24," Cheryl shouted, pointing at her sister;

"24? I don't get it?" Jenny said. Cath and Cheryl giggled like schoolgirls.

"24 hours; open all night," Cheryl said triumphantly. Jenny laughed now, finally getting the implication of the name.

"Okay, Mum; what about you?" Jenny asked.

"Ah, yes Cheryl; what about you?" Cath said, leaning towards her sister and wagging a finger at her. Cheryl made a face at her which made them both laugh.

"I don't remember how many..." she said,

"Because there were so many, you little slut," Cath interrupted.

"No, no; because I just don't remember," Cheryl said defensively, unable to keep a straight face.

"Okay, let me," Cath said, "Paul Wilson; Brian somebody; Terry the football bloke..." she was counting off the names on her fingers; "Mark, Mark; you know, the one Dad hated, um, oh, there was Stuart; oh I liked Stuart, he was cute,"

"Mark? I don't remember a Mark;" Cheryl said.

"Had the motorbike; always smelled of oil; dirty fingernails. Dad didn't like him at all. I remember coming home from work and Dad was chasing him down the road." Cheryl laughed,

"Oh, God! Mark Sutton; bloody hell, what was I thinking?" Cheryl exclaimed, laughing with her sister. "I'd have dumped him but he annoyed Dad and so I stood up for him," Cheryl said, shaking her head. "He wasn't even a good shag!"

Cath's laughter was now out of control and tears began to run down her face. Jenny was laughing too, enjoying the exchanges between the two women.

"What about your Italian bloke, Cath?" Cheryl demanded.

"Italian?" Jenny asked.

"Yes, she went out with this Italian waiter; Paolo? She met him in London and he had a car,"

"He was 23 and I was 19. Fuck, he was gorgeous; had his own flat. I felt so grown up going out with him. Every other girl couldn't take their eyes off him. Trouble was, he couldn't take his eyes off them either."

"Were you jealous?" Jenny asked.

"Not so much jealous as insecure, I suppose," Cath said, gazing wistfully out of the window. The room was quiet for a few seconds;

"A fantastic fuck, though," Cath said, "could keep going for hours." Jenny and her Mum exploded, laughing so hard that they both began to cry, tears streaming down their faces. When Jenny finally recovered her composure she asked her Aunt,

"What happened?"

Cath smiled at her niece,

"I caught him in bed with my best friend, actually fucking her when I walked in the room," she said.

"Oh, Cath; what did you do?" Jenny asked, tenderly.

"I threw my shoe at him; hit him on the side of the head and drew blood. I remember being so proud of myself."

"What about your friend?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, she was down the stairs and out the door before I realised," Cath said,

"And what happened with him?" Jenny asked.

"She kicked him in the balls and left him to it," Cheryl interrupted, "found out he'd fucked about a dozen of her friends."