Note: The following story is entirely fictional and all of the characters are over 18 years of age.
The events described here take place between the second and third days of a long weekend; however, it is my intention for this story to be able to stand alone.
My name is Miguel and I live with my mother in the city of Boston. My father passed away when I was quite young and the two of us have been on our own for as long as I can remember.
As the summer before my freshman year in college wound down, my mother and I traveled to Cape Cod to spend a long weekend. Upon arriving, we passed the first day at the beach. We were joined the next day by my mother's sister, my Aunt Lola and my cousin Millie.
We passed the second day at the beach, as well, and after dinner we all watched some TV and then headed to bed.
"Ouch!"
I awoke with a start. Pain was shooting through my neck and left shoulder. With our new guests, I had relinquished the larger room and was assigned a tiny, miserable bed, with a poor mattress. The only advantage to the room I was in was that I was alone, so I was able to sleep in the nude. Not only did I enjoy the feeling, but the nights were hot and there was no air conditioning in the small house.
The clock on the nightstand read 1:54 a.m. I had been asleep less than an hour.
"Maybe I'll have better luck on the couch" I muttered to myself as I groped in the dark for my shorts.
The house was quiet as I slowly opened the door. I made my way down the hall toward the kitchen and the TV area, remembering that the sofa there had seemed comfortable before.
Although the house was dark, the outside lights were on, and I could see my Aunt Lola on the deck, smoking a cigarette. I approached and slid open the glass door.
"Can't sleep?" I asked.
Aunt Lola brightened.
"Hey, Miguel! What are you doing up? No, your cousin Millie is snoring like a bear. Did she wake you up, too?"
Aunt Lola had a great sense of humor, and such quips were typical of her.
"No, no." I chuckled.
"My neck and back are being ruined by that bed. I thought I'd try the couch."
I began rubbing the left side of my neck.
"Mmmm...come here" she commanded as she stubbed out her cigarette.
I took the chair next to her and sat down. I hadn't been expecting to find anyone, so I had neglected to put on a shirt. I felt a little self-conscious as I leaned over toward my aunt.
My Aunt Lola is a couple of years younger than my mother, making her 35 this past summer. She works as a hairdresser in the neighborhood where she lives. Her legs are sculpted from long hours on her feet. She is a little shorter and more busty than most of the women in my family.
