Arthur was an only child. He had been brought up by his Mother and had never experienced a normal family life as his Father had deserted them when Arthur was only a baby. Therefore his Mother was his whole world which made it all the more tragic when she died.
Unbeknown to anyone she had an underlying heart condition and one day she literally dropped down dead. Arthur was almost seventeen when it happened, needless to say he was devastated.
It was only then that he found out that he had an Aunty. It was a total surprise, his Mother had never mentioned her and he had been led to believe he had no other family.
When he met his Auntie Kelly for the first time he could see the resemblance to his own Mother, at least in looks, her manner was very unlike his Mums. She had a stern and serious demeanour as opposed to his Mothers kind and loving nature.
Of course Arthur was totally lost in the world at this time so it was fortunate to find his aunty who took care of all that needed to be done. And although she seemed rather reluctant, took Arthur under her wing.
So that was how Arthur ended up living with his Aunt Kelly. She took care of all his needs as far as it went. She cooked his meals and washed his clothes but there was very little love or guidance from the woman. In fact there was very little conversation between them full stop.
Arthur was very much a loner. He had stayed on at school to study for his A-levels and spent most of his time alone. Even at school he didn't really have friends as such, not that he was disliked but he proffered to keep to himself.
It would be fair to say he lacked confidence. His social skills were lacking somewhat, perhaps due to being an only child, but whatever the reason the upshot was that he had no experience with girls and wasn't likely to as he would shy away from any contact, verbal or physical.
As the weeks and months went by Arthur adapted to his new life with his auntie. It soon became obvious that he wasn't going to have a relationship with her anything like he had had with his mother. She was strict and came across as uncaring and left Arthur in no doubt that he should stay out of her way as much as possible.
Luckily Arthur was quite comfortable in his own bedroom and being how he was, a loner, it was no great hardship to spend most of his time there. The only prolonged contact with his aunt was dinner time where they would sit together at the dining room table. It was something she insisted on. Apart from that he saw very little of her.
He soon learned that his auntie had many visitors in the evenings. They hardly ever staying for very long and although Arthur was curious to know more he was told that he must stay out of sight when 'Auntie was entertaining'.
His bedroom was at the back of the house above the lounge and he would often hear voices when his auntie had a visitor but could never make out what was being said. Sometimes there was long silences where he heard very little, although he knew her visitor was still there, he just assumed they were watching TV.
Arthur's eighteenth birthday came and went without any acknowledgement from his auntie. He wasn't really surprised. After living with her for more than a year now he had learnt not to expect any sign of affection from her. She really was a hard woman. He missed his Mother.
In all that time he had only actually seen one of his auntie's many visitors. It was one evening when he was coming out of the bathroom he encountered a woman on the landing. She looked to be a similar age to his aunt Arthur surmised which would put her in her mid-forties.
"You must be Arthur," she said in a condescending tone.
"Yes, hello," Arthur replied.
The woman didn't reply and simply walked past him to the bathroom. He could imagine his aunt getting on very well with her visitor, they certainly shared the same abrupt rude manner.
One evening around eight o'clock a few weeks after his birthday Arthur was in his bedroom, as usual, when he was startled by a shout.
"ARTHUR, COME DOWN HERE!" Kelly shouted from downstairs.
He'd never been summoned to the lounge in the evening and wondered what was wrong. Wearing just his blue pyjamas he rushed downstairs...
"Come and rub my feet," Kelly demanded when she saw her nephew enter the room.
Arthur was relieved to find that his aunt was alright, in the few seconds it had taken him to get downstairs he had begun to worry. Despite how she treated him he did care for the woman. If she hadn't taken him in after losing his mother, he hated to think where he would have been now.
Kelly was sitting on the right end of the three seater black leather sofa wearing a white towelling bathroom and apart from a quick glance at her nephew when he entered the room, was engrossed in something on TV.
"Come On, kneel down and rub my feet," Kelly said in her usual abrupt manner.
Arthur was apprehensive to say the least, he had never had any kind of physical contact with his aunt whatsoever but he obeyed her command. He kneeled down on the floor in front of her and Kelly raised her right foot and rested it on his legs.
Gingerly Arthur took Kelly's foot in both hands and began slowly and gently massaging. Despite his reluctance he found himself enjoying the feel of the soft warm flesh in his hands but worried whether he was doing it properly.
Although Kelly had many faults she always looked after herself and considering she was in her mid-forties she was in very good shape. Arthur had previously thought that his auntie was quite attractive, or at least she would be if it wasn't for the sour expression she always wore on her face.
Her feet were small and Arthur admired her toes with the nails painted red. He didn't really know how feet were meant to be massaged but as there was no complaints from his aunt he assumed he was doing okay.
After a few minutes Kelly replaced her right foot with her left. From her movements Arthur couldn't help notice that her bathrobe had loosened and although he tried not to look, he couldn't help himself.
Trying hard not to be obvious he caught quick glimpses up under Kelly's robe. Her legs where closed but Arthur could just make out a small patch of dark at the top of her legs. Despite his lack of experience he knew what he was seeing. He had seen plenty of naked women but only online and never in the flesh.
Having always thought of Kelly as nothing but his ageing auntie, Arthur was surprised to suddenly be thinking of her in a totally different way. She was an attractive older woman with a good figure, albeit slightly plump, brown eyes and short dark brown hair.
Knowing it was wrong Arthur averted his gaze and began chastising himself, but when he saw his Aunties right leg move outwards the temptation was too much. Looking up he could now see right between Kelly's plump thighs.
Suddenly realising he was staring he quickly lowered his eyes telling himself to just have quick glances, but every time he glanced he would find himself staring once again. This happened several times until he was eventually caught out.
"Like What You See?" Kelly asked abruptly.
Arthur didn't reply and lowered his gaze as though studying the foot in his hands. He felt himself blush with embarrassment.
"Looking At Your Aunties Pussy Were You, You Dirty Boy," Kelly said, anger in her voice.
Arthur was expecting to be sent to his room in shame so was amazed when Kelly pulled her foot from his hands, slid forward on the sofa and opened her legs wide.
"Look Then, you disgusting boy. You wanted to see your aunties pussy so LOOK," Kelly almost shouted.
