December, 2017
We pretty much skipped Thanksgiving. It was an awful reminder of our losses and everyone was solemn. It was cold, especially at night.
No one ventured a distance from the farms that would put us in danger of an attack without help. We would make the trek to the hot springs together. Anything close to the farm was done in groups of two or more.
"Hey, there's a storm coming." Jess was the first to alert.
"Yeah, I thought I heard thunder." Aunt Linda said, putting her hand over her eyes while looking back west to the horizon.
"It's a dark one this time. Look at the lightening. This one is going to be rough." Mama said as she started gathering up items around the cabin.
"Ok. Let's wait this on out in cellar two. Put the chickens and rabbits in cellar one, pack it up and let's go." I gave the orders.
This one was a boomer. We played cards and listened to the nonstop thunder above us. Strike after strike, roll after roll of thunder. The ice fell in chunks of way can only be called baseball sized pieces. They busted the outer wooden door to the cellar pretty bad.
After things quieted down, slept a few hours before we went out.
"Hahaha. Holy shit look at it! Looks like hogs rooted the entire place." I was laughing. There was nothing else to do but laugh.
"Well the fields are harrowed." Becky joined me.
The bracing of the cabin held. There was no roof but the walls held. It would only take a couple of days to re thatch it.
The ice was all over the ground in crystal clear chunks.
"There's no ash in it!" Mama exclaimed. "It looks like crystals. Huge crystals."
I don't know how it was possible for them to be solid chunks but, the changes in our weather, who knew what was possible anymore.
"Well with all of these fresh trees down, we need to put them to good use." Aunt Linda had an idea.
"Let's build a type of sauna house at the hot springs. We can build a fire inside and leave enough room for the smoke to go out of the top. That way we can bathe in the cold and warm our bodies and dry our clothes after we wash them." She said with excitement in her voice.
We tried fires by the pool but it was just so cold sometimes that we wouldn't bathe so things were miserable. The idea for the shelter at the pool was almost a frivolous idea but they jumped on it.
With Becky being 4 or 5 months pregnant, the walk would be a little much if she went every day. We came up with a plan. I would go to work on the heat house every day and one or two of the girls would come with me and help. They rotated who went and when Becky went, there were three of us. I put her on light duty.
The hot house was almost finished. Big enough for 6 to 8 people to sit in very comfortably and have room to place clothes around the fire for drying.
Today Aunt Linda went with me. Excitement beamed all over her face. As soon as we were out of ear shot of the camp:
"We are going to try it today aren't we! I mean, it's ready. I kinda lied to them when we said it would be another day." She was giddy.
It was her idea so I let her go with it.
"Yup 15 minutes of tidying up and it'll be ready for a fire. So what's the deal?" I wondered why she wanted to wait.
" I just want to spend some time with my nephew. Is that a crime?"
The wood was stacked and the finishing touches were done.
"Light a fire and see how it draws." She handed me a lighter and some cotton scraps.
It took a little longer to get the fire going than I thought but it finally lit and started warming the room nicely.
The fire pit worked great. We used a round metal tub to gather the smoke and funnel it into a piece of eight in culvert pipe to draw the smoke out of the top of the room. Clothes could be hung up on wires that were suspended barely above our heads. The heat from the pipe would dry them in no time.
"Aight it's goin. Hey where'd you go? Aunt Linda?"
"Out here. Come on get in. I said we were going to try it out. Might as well do it right!"
She was in the pool. Steam flowed off the water in billows so it gave a sense of privacy.
The water felt so good. I learned in history class that President Franklin D. Roosevelt came to the springs to soak in the hot springs because the heat and minerals in the water soothed the pain from his polio. It worked to soothe the pain for sure. My body ached from all of the work and lifting.
"I brought enough soap to wash our clothes and bathe, Rusty"
The steam coming off the waster hung over the area like a fog. It was thick close to the water and made it difficult to know exactly where she was. I stripped down and got in fast. The air was cold but the water quickly warmed me and soothed my muscles and joints.
"Aaahhhh". I sighed in relief as I settled in. It was nice to finally relax.
"There you are!" Aunt Linda appeared through the fog. Her hair was wet and slicked back.
She was beautiful. Most of the women in our family have high, but not over pronounced, cheek bones and have dark hair and tan complexions. I watched as she moved and rubbed soap all over her body. She lathered a rag and started with her face, moved slowly to her neck, stretched her arms and covered them. She paid close attention and left no patch of skin untouched.
I watched and was unaware of my own reactions.
"What are you you breathing so heavy for, Rusty?"
"Just tired. The heat took my breath. Yeah, I was cold and the heat got me." I stammered unconvincingly
I watched as she washed her legs; raising them out of the water and stretching them out and slowly covering them with the soapy rag inch by agonizing inch. She then ran the bar of soap through her hair to lather it up. Long hair, down to just the middle of her shoulder blades. She lathered her hair, piled it on her head and then soaped her rag up again. She moved the rag carefully over her body. She turned just to the side so I couldn't see her breasts but I could imagine what she was doing.
"Here ya go, bathe biggun." She tossed the bar of soap at me.
I couldn't speak. I just stared. I soaped my rag and began bathing. Scrubbing hard but watching her every move. She moved away, her form faded and barely visible in the fog. She stood and turned one leg to the side and I saw her move the rag down. She was slow and made sure she was clean.
My brain was in overdrive.
"Mmm, wash my back Rusty?"
I moved closer to her, she never looked back at me. She placed her rag on her shoulder and I took it. I moved the rag in slow, firm circles from the base of her neck to the outer edges of her shoulder blades and down to just at the tan line of her waist. She leaned her head forward. I placed my other hand on her shoulder at her neck and gripped firmly to steady her as I moved the rag over her. Almost subconsciously, I began to massage her neck and she moaned:
"Mmm that feels good."
Her voice. God her voice completely changed. It was almost husky. It was sultry and seductive. I rinsed the rag and began wringing the water on her back to rinse the water away when slowly she dipped into the water to rinse herself off. She stood back up and never faced me. She was offering herself to me and I accepted.
This was different. Her motions, slow and deliberate, ignited a different fire in me. I wrapped my arms around her, one going to her mound the other up to her breasts. She pressed back into me and leaned her head to one side. I kissed and sucked her neck, down to her shoulder. She wrapped one arm behind my head guiding me. Her breath was shallow and quick. Her nipples were hard and and I lightly rolled them between my fingers. Her areolas tightened and shrunk as I cupped her breasts. She was wet. I turned her to look at me and brought a finger to my mouth and sucked her juices from it.
"Mmm Aunt Linda you taste so good."
"Lets go in the hut, Rusty, it's warm in there." She gathered our clothes and led me in. They landed in a pile on the ground by the fire. She turned and looked at me with a burning look.
Our mouths met. We felt each other's bodies, caressing. I moved until her back was against the wall of the hut, squatted down on my knees and lifted her leg over my shoulder. I slowed my attack and stopped short, letting my breath move across her mound. She was almost gasping in anticipation. I turned my head into the crease of her thigh and kissed lightly. Barely touching her skin with my tongue. Moving lower across the top of her slit I lingered and lightly let my tongue dance but just for a moment.
"Mmm Aunt Linda you smell so good. I can't wait to taste you."
I worked slowly across to her other thigh and gently pulled her skin between my teeth causing her to gasp out loud. Lower and lower I worked. I paused and looked. She glistened. Her natural lubricant flowed and pooled at her lips. I moved my tongue deep between her legs and sucked her lip into my mouth, tasting her, inhaling her musk. Brushing my tongue across her clit, I sucked the other lip in and swirled my tongue around it.
She bucked and placed her hands on the back of my head and tried to force me. She was unable to over power me. As she arched to present herself to me fully, I flicked my tongue at her pucker and slowly flicked my tongue back and forth across her slit all the way until I found her nub.
She jerked involuntarily as I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled my tongue across it. My middle finger slid into her and I curved it slightly and moved back and forth, in and out. She tried to buck against my face but I wouldn't let her. I placed my other hand across her belly and pinned her tight to the wall. She begged for me. I stared back at her with no mercy while I feasted on her womanhood.
"Please...ah.. Oh God Rusty..ungh yess oh yess.. So good. Ungh. I'm cumming Rusty. Yes yess ohhh aahhhh. Ahh."
She shook violently. I held her to the wall of the hut for a moment, stood and looked her in her eyes. We kissed deeply, feeling each other, letting our tongues intertwine and dance.
She looked at me with her eyes wide as I thrust completely into her with one smooth, slow, but deliberate motion. Her back to the wall, her legs cradled over my arms. I began my relentless assault. She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me until our foreheads met. She looked me straight in the eyes and breathed through her teeth.
Neither of us spoke another word. We didn't have to. I thrust over and over again, driving her into the wall and her look told me she wanted it all. Her head started to hang and she opened her mouth wide. Her body shook and she held her breath as another orgasm overtook her. I moved faster, feeling myself building, I couldn't stop. I exploded in her. Spasm after spasm sent my seed deep into her. I held her there and rested my head on her shoulder. I saw little beads of sweat on her neck. I kissed and tasted them.
She hugged me as I let her legs fall away. She lowered herself and looked up at me as she gently took me into her mouth and began sucking our juices off of me.
She came up to me and kissed my lips.
"That was wonderful, Rusty."
"Whew, Aunt Linda you are amazing." I said, catching my breath.
"Not too bad yourself, bud. And where did you learn to do that. I swear no one has ever eaten my pussy that good."
"Oh God..." I was almost embarrassed at how she talked.
