Chapter 1
It had been a long trip from Boulder to Denver and Kurt was relieved to see the bus finally roll into the Greyhound Station. When it came to a full stop, he shuffled off with the rest of the passengers, grabbed his suitcase from the baggage compartment, and walked out into the terminal.
Although he hadn't seen her in three years, Kurt had no trouble finding his Aunt Susan in the crowd waiting at the gate. She was a petite woman in her mid-thirties and had the same long brown hair and gray-blue eyes as his mother, her older sister. From her attire – white cotton blouse and conservative blue skirt, he assumed she came directly from her paralegal job in downtown Denver. Her face lit up when she spotted him.
"Kurt honey, it's great to see you," she gushed, giving him with a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. "My God, look at you – you got so tall! I'll bet you do pretty well with those college girls, huh?"
"I guess," he mumbled shyly.
"Oh honey, your Uncle Chuck, and Cousin Jason are all excited about having you spend a few days of your Spring Break with us. So, tell me about these interviews you've got lined up,"
"Well, since dad is in the Real Estate business, he deals with a lot of architects and he made a few calls for me. With a little luck, I think I've got a decent shot at landing a paid internship this summer."
"You're gonna have to tell me all about it on the ride home," she squealed as she grabbed his hand and led him out to the parking lot.
During the ride, his aunt peppered him with questions about his first two years at the University of Colorado. She seemed very interested in what was going on in
his
life, but when he asked her about Uncle Chuck, he detected some tension in her voice.
"Well, it's been kinda rough for us since Chuck's accident last year, but at least he's finally working again. He got a job delivering pizza in the evenings, but hopefully he'll get something better soon."
Kurt knew that his uncle was banged up pretty good after rolling his pickup. The poor guy was in the hospital for months with a broken pelvis and a couple of cracked vertebrae. As a result of being laid up for so long, his roofing business went under and Aunt Susan had to go back to work.
Although Kurt felt badly about the whole thing, he saved most of his pity for his aunt. He never saw much of Uncle Chuck growing up. The man rarely showed up at family gatherings, and when he did, he always looked like he would rather be somewhere else. Kurt's parents didn't hold the man in very high esteem him either. His dad always referred to Chuck as
that redneck asshole Susan married
. The general consensus was that she could have done a lot better;
Kurt asked about his Cousin Jason, hoping for some better news.
"Oh…he's doing fine – typical eleven year old boy! He spends more time playing with that
X-Box
than he does studying, but what are you gonna do? Maybe some time around a college boy like yourself will have a positive influence on him?"
Kurt remembered his cousin as a chubby little whiner, perpetually in a bad mood.
For the rest of the ride, the conversation veered toward more trivial subjects. Kurt mostly listened as his aunt prattled on about movies, TV and celebrity gossip. Half an hour later, they were off the freeway and cruising through a neighborhood of modest homes, fast food joints, and strip malls,
No one came out to greet them when the car pulled into the driveway, and Kurt hauled his bag into the house by himself.
"Hey folks," his aunt shouted as she opened the front door. "We're home!"
Uncle Chuck turned away from the TV and slowly got up from his recliner. His cousin, Jason was too engrossed in the action movie blaring away in the background to acknowledge anything else.
"Hey Kurt…how are ya," his uncle asked in a flat, lifeless monotone and offered a limp handshake. Chuck was in his early forties, but looked closer to fifty. He wore the familiar red and blue uniform shirt of a well-known national pizza chain.
"Not too bad, Uncle Chuck, how about you?"
"Oh, I'm
just great
kid," he replied, barely making an effort to disguise the sarcasm.
"Awright now Susan, I'm leaving for my shift; expect me back around midnight," his uncle grumbled as he shoved past Kurt on his way out the door.
"Don't mind him," his aunt whispered. "The medication he's taking for his back makes him a bit grumpy sometimes."
Aunt Susan called Jason twice, but he didn't respond. It wasn't until after she stomped over and angrily turned off the TV did the chubby little brat shuffle up to Kurt and deliver a bored
hello
.
After an awkward attempt at conversation with his cousin, they all sat down to dinner. Jason wolfed his food down quickly and was back in front of the TV within minutes. His quick exit didn't bother Kurt; his aunt seemed a lot less tense without her son present. After helping her with the dishes, she showed him to his accommodations.
She led him out the back door and across the small yard, to the garage. She flipped a light switch and he followed her up a flight of rickety wooden steps to the small mother-in-law apartment above Chuck's workshop.
Kurt was pleasantly surprised. It was a cozy little studio furnished with a single bed, a nightstand, an old recliner, a mini fridge and a table with two chairs. The stuff was mostly second hand, but nice enough. There was also a small bathroom with a shower. His aunt explained that up until recently, they'd been renting the place out to a young Korean man who bussed tables at a local restaurant.
"This is great, I really appreciate this!"
"I'm glad you like it honey, and remember if you need anything, I'm just a twenty-five feet away," she said pointing out the window toward the main house.
"Thanks Aunt Susan, I'll keep that in mind."
She hugged him goodbye and trotted back down the stairs.
Kurt unpacked and then spent an hour flipping through the magazines he picked up at the bus station in back in Boulder. After that, he brushed his teeth, stripped down to his boxers, and hit the light switch. The room was a little stuffy and he figured it might improve things if he cracked a window.
As Kurt approached the front window, he noticed a light on in the second floor room directly across from him.
He peeked through the blinds and saw Aunt Susan standing at the foot of the bed with her back to the window, He watched curiously as she kicked off her shoes and freed her long, brown hair from its ponytail. He was about to turn away when she wheeled around and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Kurt felt weird for staring, but the voyeuristic thrill of catching his aunt in a private moment, got the better of him.
Things got even more interesting when she removed her blouse and carelessly tossed it aside. She may have been in her mid-thirties but her petite frame and flat belly gave her a youthful, even girlish, appearance.
Damn, this is so wrong
, Kurt thought as he watched her saunter around the room in a sexy black bra.
He stood transfixed as she turned her back to the window, unzipped her skirt and let the garment fall to the floor. Although, he felt a little guilty, his hormones just wouldn't let him look away.
The sight of her tight, little ass in a pair of skimpy black panties was enough to inspire serious
wood
. She may be his mom's sister, but that sure didn't make her any less of a woman.
His heart raced when she reached around and unhooked the bra revealing a pair of firm, perky breasts. They weren't abnormally huge like porn-star or stripper tits, but they were a nice handful…
and they jiggled nicely as she struggled to pull open a sticky dresser drawer.
The sexy floor show came to an end when she pulled a baggy t-shirt from the drawer and slipped it on over her head. Seconds later, the lights were out and Kurt was left alone in the dark with his hard-on.
He jumped into bed and conjured up a steamy
lesbo scene
starring
Katie Holmes
and
Scarlett Johanson
. Usually, something like that was enough to do the trick, but after twenty minutes of futile stroking, he decided to swap out
Katie Holmes
for his
Aunt Susan.
Success – he came almost instantly.
Minutes later, he was sleeping like a baby.
*****
The next morning Kurt awoke to the sound of someone knocking. Half-asleep, he rolled out of bed, pulled on a pair of jeans and shuffled to the door.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw Aunt Susan smiling back at him.
"Sorry to wake you hon, but I'm heading off to work, and I just wanted to let you know that there are waffles in the freezer, and for lunch you can help yourself to the sandwiches in the fridge – I hope you like chicken salad?"
"Umm…sure…thanks, Aunt Susan" he mumbled.
"Bye hon – see ya at dinner!" She gave him a peck on the cheek and trotted back down the stairs.
Kurt decided to skip the waffles. After a long shower he spent the rest of the morning, and most of the afternoon, at his laptop polishing up his resume. The only contact he had with Uncle Chuck was when the old man grunted a half-hearted
good afternoon
when he popped over to the house to grab a sandwich. He didn't see his cousin Jason at all, but he heard the noisy blasts of his X-box at periodically throughout the day.
Around six that evening, his aunt called him over to the house for dinner. Since Uncle Chuck was working, and Jason was spending the evening at a friend's house, it would be just the two of them.
It was a warm evening and his aunt's choice of outfit–
a pair of cutoffs and a clingy tank-top with no bra underneath
, inspired uncomfortable memories of the previous evening. After dinner, they went into the living room to talk.
"Now I know you're only nineteen, but what do ya say to some wine while we catch up on old times?"
Before he could answer she was handing him a full glass. He politely accepted and she poured one for herself.
For an hour or so, they sat on the sofa chatting amiably about college, his parents, and his upcoming interview. It was all innocent enough until Aunt Susan decided to spice things up a little after her finishing her third glass of wine.
"So, are you dating anyone," she asked.
"Well…not really"
"What do you mean
not really
?"
"Well….there are a couple of girls I'm friends with, and every once in a while we'll
hook up
."
Kurt immediately regretted being so candid. She would almost certainly want to know what he meant by
hooking up
.
"What – you mean you
sleep together
?" She giggled girlishly. "Don't worry honey, I'm not gonna tell your mother; I know how much of a
prude
my sister can be sometimes!"
Kurt didn't answer; he just looked down at his glass and smiled. When he glanced back up, he caught a quick glimpse of the
erect nipples
beneath the thin cotton of her tank top.
"You big stud, you," she teased and playfully mussed his hair.
His cock stiffened, and he was terrified that she might notice.
Even when he was a kid, Aunt Susan had always been a little flirtatious with him. He never thought much of it before, but after last night, her behavior affected him differently.
The phone rang in the kitchen, and Kurt let out a sigh of relief when she dashed off to answer it.
"
Oh hi honey! Sure I'll be right over
