Thank you to readers who are putting up with the slow pace of the story so far... This chapter (and the next few) will be a little more intense!
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I had half-forgotten Sue's intention to come back to the flat until I received a text one afternoon suggesting I 'cook something tasty for the landlady.'
I nipped out and grabbed some pasta to make her favourite Spaghetti Bolognese, and popped white wine in the fridge.
I was, of course, pleased she was coming and presumed she had now got over the awkwardness from events a few weeks back. I can't imagine she had forgotten (I certainly hadn't, that blow job was etched on my brain) but our friendship and our phone calls had been great ever since so I hoped that all was good between us. Did I also hope something similar might happen again? Not really, given how clear she had been about how inappropriate it was that anything happened between us, given we were family. Also, I think my sexual fantasies were being sated by many hours editing home grown porn, courtesy of Miss Smythe, so I was fractionally less overexcited by memories of Aunt Sue on her knees.
Sue arrived at about four, but whisked past me with a smile and a pat on my bottom. "You can finish off without me I'm sure!" She smiled, and went up with her few bags to get settled.
I followed on up after shutting shop at five and found her happily lounging in the late sunshine, shoes off, glass in hand and looking as sexy as I could bear. Maybe I was wrong about getting overexcited...
"I can't tell you how good it is to be back here." She smiled, and I melted. I really wasn't prepared for such a heightened sexual reaction to seeing her again in the flesh. "This flat feels so much more like home..."
"Even with me cramping your style?" I asked, waving at the various things piled around, my guitar, the jacket on the floor...
"Hey, I don't mind your stuff, it's just good to see you in the flesh." Perhaps realising this was potentially a suggestive remark, she changed tack. "It's just good to get away from the factory and be back here in my small flat, with you and my lovely books, no awkward managers to manage..."
I moved into the kitchen and quickly finished cooking supper (with garlic bread sides), with the occasional trip out with wine to keep Sue happy. she was clearly relaxing, which was lovely, and I found myself humming tunelessly.
"Dinner is served." I declared, and invited her to the small table. The meal went down well, with both of us demolishing a huge plate full and a second bottle.
"Ahhhhh." Sue said, and stretched out fully on the sofa. I tucked myself on the seat at the other end, swung my legs up and pushed her feet back to make room, our feet slightly interlaced. I felt positively glowing, if a little drunk. This was a happy place to be!
"So, how have you been all on your own here?"
"Alright I think."
"No women brought back to the place I should know about?"
"No one of note..." I said, thinking there was no need to mention Mrs Smythe. She was very present a lot of the time, even if only on the PC monitor.
"Poor you," she teased, "left all alone. Still, I'm sure you got by and kept your friend occupied..."
"Sue! I don't think I will answer that... erm... Would you like a whiskey or a gin?" I needed to move conversation on to safer ground as I was getting quite a rapid bone, and it was pretty obvious where I was sat. I stood up quickly.
Sue looked at me quizzically. "Hmm... Gin please..."
"No problem!" I said, and skipped off, bringing back in a gin, 'ice no tonic' in a few moments.
As she reached out she stared at the glass with a serious expression and then, after a moment's pause, knocked most of it back. "I need a second one tonight I think." I dutifully complied, not quite understanding her change of mood. This second glass she held without drinking, and rather than get back into the easy chat, Sue looked at me for a while in silence, as if building up to something.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Sue, you can always ask me anything, it's fair game." Despite my relaxed response, I was suddenly feeling a little nervous.
"Whilst you have been here, have you come across any... books at all in the flat?"
I looked blankly at her. "What do you mean?"
"I mean books like writing books. Mike's books. Books written by Mike. Notebooks..." She let the silence hang in the air between us. "I remember when we first got together he used to keep a journal most days. I once had a glance at what he recorded and it was, well... quite graphic. I decided never to be nosey again, and really forgot all about them until, well, until just last week."
"What about last week?" I asked, going hot and cold all over and peddling like crazy to think about how to answer truthfully without seeming a complete pervert.
"Well, it's a few things really. Spaghetti bolognaise is my favourite tea, with garlic sides. I always have gin just with ice no tonic..." she let the words sink in. I had used what I knew from the journals without thinking. "Then you talked about being tied to the bedposts last week... and you were talking about Mike's handwriting last time we spoke on the phone... Do I need any more reasons to think you may have found them, because you seem to know me a lot better than a nephew should?"
I was fucked, totally fucked, and didn't know what to say.
"So, DID you find Mike's journals?" She pressed.
I couldn't really lie to her, so I fetched my treasure trove from the bedroom, put them on her lap, and I started from the beginning, right back from the night she asked for help to get rid of things from the bedroom.
"OK, so it was like this... You remember the night I was helping to clear Mike's clothes? Just as I was sorting out the pants I came across a pile of old notebooks in the drawer. I was planning to give them to you before I rode home, but before we had chance to talk I was completely thrown by the kiss."
"Kiss, what kiss?" She looked confused.
"You know, when you kissed me on the mouth wearing just that Teddy, and then you passed out..."
"I can't really recall it," she admitted, "but I'm sure it can't have been all that sexy, it was just a kiss from your old aunt!"
"Sue, that's not fair... my brain was fried by that kiss. You had a nipple showing just before and you kissed me fully and deeply. It was the single most sexy thing that had ever happened to me. I was so overexcited that I had to go and 'sort myself' properly in the bathroom before I could even get on the bike to ride home, if you know what I mean."
"That's probably a bit too much detail," she said, "but funny to picture." she added with the hint of a grin.
