My Mother's youngest sister, Ruth, has always been my favourite Aunt. She's 35 years old, standing at 5'7" with moderate brown highlighted hair & a bit on the plump side. I don't like perfect women & my Aunt Ruth fits my tastes perfectly. When I was younger she would always visit my house, sometimes sleeping over, so I would see her quite often. I found myself getting attached to her, like a second Mother but with a different kind of love. There was always this air of respect that surrounded her attractive stature & her good sense of humour made it easy for anyone to feel comfortable in her presence. That's why I liked her. She was fun to be around & nice to look at. Even after birthing a child, she has kept her beauty intact.
My Aunt Ruth called me one day asking if I could babysit while she & her Husband spent the night at a fancy hotel. I accepted the offer since I needed some extra spending money. The day finally came & I arrived at my Aunt's doorstep with my sleeping gear. Her Husband, Rene, answered the door all dressed up & ready for his big night out. Now I know Rene is a horny bastard & I knew for a fact that this night out was just a ploy to get some action. I've heard a few incidents where he was caught masturbating to porn, thinking he was safely hidden behind closed doors only to have Ruth barge in to scold him. Knowing Rene's true motives, I just smiled & stepped inside the house.
Ruth's son, Andrew, was busy playing with a plastic kitchen set, making noise & pretending to cook bacon & eggs at 3 in the afternoon. Andrew was excited to see me, like always, & immediately ran up to give me a hug. I knew what Andrew wanted to ask me when I saw the look of excitement in his eyes but we both knew that even mentioning the word "wrestling" would get us both in trouble. All I could give was a wink to reassure him that a thorough beating at the hands of me were on my evening's "To Do" list. I picked Andrew up & walked into the living room where my Aunt was quickly cleaning up.
She turned to greet me as I came in. I was completely shocked at how attractive my Aunt looked wearing this stunning dark purple dress with her hair all done up & a splash of makeup. I had never seen my Aunt Ruth look so elegant & desirable.
"Wow, you look really, really good Ruth!" I stammered.
"Don't try anything funny, she's my Wife you know!" Rene jokingly yelled from the next room.
Ruth must have felt a bit embarrassed by the comment since she gave her usual, "Yeah, right" look & walked away. I put Andrew down & followed my Aunt into the kitchen for dinner instructions. Since my Aunt was strapped for time, see quickly ran through Andrew's dinner & what to do when he gets fussy. I soaked in as much information as I could & tried to usher them out the door before rush hour began. Everyone exchanged their goodbyes & we went our separate ways.
I cooked dinner around 5pm & put a movie that Andrew wanted to see on. I don't know how kids can watch such trash. The people who act or even come up with these concepts must be clinically insane. I can't picture a normal person writing this stuff. When the movie was finally over, to my relief, it was 7:30pm & almost Andrew's bedtime so I took him upstairs. With a half hour to burn, we wrestled each other on his bed. It was more me picking him up & giving him body slams over & over than it was wrestling but he enjoyed it all the same. When Andrew had enough, I helped him brush his teeth & get ready for bed while telling him a story I made up about this imaginary friend I would hang out with.
All tucked in & ready for sleep, I left Andrew's room. I stealthily snuck downstairs trying not to make to much noise. I sat down on the living room couch to plot out the rest of the evening. There wasn't much on TV & my Uncle's movie selection was poor. Suddenly I remembered that my Uncle had a computer hooked up in the basement & probably wouldn't mind if I surfed the web a bit to pass time. Excited, I shut the TV off & went into the basement.
Dark, messy & stale is how I would describe my Aunt's basement. If it weren't for the dry wall, I would have been too freaked out to stay down there. My Uncle had left the computer running so I turned the monitor on. Browsing sites & posting on a few forums I frequently visited took it's toll & I soon found myself bored again. I entertained the thought of looking up some porn but quickly dismissed the idea. I spun around in my Uncle's chair, taking a quick survey of his makeshift office. Absolutely nothing was in order. Papers, folders, boxes & pens all laid randomly across the ground & in some cases, up against the walls.