The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.
English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.
The rays of the morning sun began to signal the arrival of another day more and more boldly. I opened my eyes, searching for my glasses and reluctantly got out of bed, feeling the cold coming from the window that had been open for the night. "And so another summer passes," I thought, remembering the heat of the past.
Still sleepy, I grabbed the first clothes I could find and went downstairs to where my parents were finishing breakfast.
- How did you sleep, honey? - asked my mother, brushing the crumbs of toast from her blouse, which, not for the first time, remained on her large breasts.
- Shortly - I replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek and going to the bathroom.
A quick, cold shower finally woke me up. Looking in the mirror, I brushed my teeth and styled my blonde hair, not forgetting to comb the beard I grew during the holidays. I put on my clothes with a few muscle flexes before doing so and returned to the dining room, where a country singer I didn't recognize was professing his love from a radio on the windowsill.
- Any plans for today, son? - I heard from behind the unfolded newspaper covering the entire figure of the father, like in a B-grade spy movie.
- I thought I could visit Grandma and Grandpa for a few days while I have some free time. If I get ready quickly, I will arrive late in the evening.
- Great idea Charlie! - Mom replied, stopping collecting plates, a big smile appearing on her face - You haven't been there for a long time. You should also call Aunt Kathy. I know Jake wanted to go too someday, but she didn't have time to let him down. You'll make a slight detour, but you'll also see your cousin.
Not wanting to upset her, I reluctantly agreed, remembering very well that the last time I saw him, he was a real pain in the ass and never left my side.
Before I finished eating breakfast and talking about the upcoming season with dad, my mother announced that everything had been arranged with my aunt and I just had to pick up my cousin. "So be it." I said in my head and, finishing the last sandwich, I went to pack, and less than an hour later I was ready to go.
A blue sky without a single cloud and, what was quite a surprise, an almost empty road accompanied me throughout the whole journey to my aunt's house, as if confirming my conviction that I had made the right decision. When a familiar address finally appeared on my left, I parked in the empty driveway, letting a passing old lady with a small dog with a strange, cross-eyed look pass, and got out of the car in a good mood. I was even more surprised when it turned out that the dark-green door, hidden under a small porch, standing out from the other houses, was closed, and the bell did not arouse anyone's reaction. Trying to see something through the small window, I reached for the phone and heard Kathy's distinctive voice:
- Hello, Charlie. How's my favorite nephew doing?
- Hi Auntie. Everything's fine, how about you? - I replied
- Great, although I had to go to work. Today we have a lot of work today and an all-hands-on-deck order. At least the overtime pays better... Oh shit. Have you come for Jake yet? I thought you'd be there later...
- Yep. I got away quickly and the road was empty. Unless mom came up with something else when she was talking to you.
- No no. Everything's fine. I must have forgotten.
- I guess that explains why the door is closed and no one answers.
- I'm very sorry. The bell must have broken again. Listen. There is a spare key under the smallest pot on the right. Not very original, but no one has touched it yet. Do you have it?
- Yes, yes, I found it. - I replied, reaching for the key, almost breaking the flower pot
- Great. Have fun, boys. I have to finish because they are calling me. Bye and sorry again.
- Nothing happened. See you.
I put my phone back in my jeans pocket and inserted the key into the lock. The characteristic sound of the mechanism and the quiet creaking of the door accompanied the entrance. Although it was a sunny day outside, the half-closed blinds created a slight twilight inside and ensured a lower temperature. After quickly recreating the layout of the rooms in my head, I walked through the living room, past the small kitchen and bathroom, heading towards the bedroom, where I thought my cousin would be. I opened the door to his room, but apart from the fish in the aquarium, I didn't find a living soul. I retreated to the narrow corridor and peered through the ajar door at its end. As it turned out, it was my aunt's bedroom, but what I saw completely exceeded my expectations.
Several pieces of Kathy's women's clothes were lying next to each other on the edge of the large bed. A quick glance allowed me to recognize, among others: a mid-calf, floral dress that she often wore when she visited us; a short, black skirt worn to work emphasizing her charms or a set of sexy lingerie, which she told my mother about without any embarrassment about me, who was in the room at the time. On the right side, right next to the pillow, I noticed a pink butt plug with a shiny tip, a large black silicone dildo and fur handcuffs. A bottle of lube and a small container of Crisco completed the set. On the floor, next to the burgundy, satin bathrobe, there were shoes strewn about, starting from ordinary sneakers, probably belonging to Jake, through various types of high heels, to above-the-knee black leather shoes. Unconcealed in surprise, I looked up.
