Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 5

Incest stories: Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 5

by hornykip50

When we got there, a young salesman told us we could take the guitar of our choice down, plug it in, and play it. “We don’t know how to play,” I informed the salesman. “Can you recommend a good starter package?” He showed us several options and explained the differences between each. After looking over the selection and deciding which we wanted, we promised the salesman we would be back soon to purchase them,and went back to the house.

“Did you find what you wanted?” asked Dad.

“Yes,” I said. “I am getting a Gibson Les Paul Studio and Carvin amp. I will get the money out of my account on Monday. I just hope the store up there has the one I want in stock.”

“I am sure they will. Or you will be able to order it,” Mom added. “Are you interested in getting an electric piano, Jess? I know you have taken lessons for years. I have never heard you play, though, I am sorry to say.”

“Nobody, but Mom and Dad, have heard me play. I am not good enough for an audience,” replied.

“That is only your opinion. I think you are a great pianist,” Grammi stated.

“All this time I have been following you like a lost puppy and you have never played for me, either,” I threw into the conversation. “And I thought I knew you.”

“I told you, I am not good enough to play for an audience. Not even family. I am sorry. I don’t want to embarrass myself.” Jess looked like she had been backed into a corner. All eyes were on her. She looked at around at everybody, then with large tears in her eyes, ran out of the house. I followed her and caught up to her as she approached the corral on the far side of the driveway. “I am so embarrassed,” she said through her sobs.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked as I put my arms around her. She resisted a little at first then slowly melted into my embrace. “Look,” I said after a short pause. “I cannot say I am not a little disappointed that you never told me about the piano lessons. I mean, I didn’t think we had any secrets. And, how did it not come up with us talking everyday?”

“I told you, I am embarrassed.”

“Would it be closer to assume that you are just shy about having people watch you and maybe judge your talent?”

“Yes,” she agreed. “Maybe I am shy about that.”

“Well, don’t think about that. We are family and friends. We all love you. Nothing will change that. And I will bet everything I have that you are a wonderful pianist.”

“Do you see a piano in the house? I have to play at school or in the church. You know how uncomfortable I am in the church. One day they will know about us and they will pass their fake judgment on us.”

“We can fix that,” I said. “Come to my place next weekend and we will go into the music shop up there and look for a good electronic piano for you.”

“Would you do that for me?”

“Dammit, Jess. You know how much I love you. You know I would do anything within my means for you.”

“Yes, Chet. I do know. But, how can you afford to spoil me? Am I worth it?”

“I have told you. I work for Grandma Tuttle. And she pays very well. I have saved nearly every penny she has given me, to date. Trust me, what I have in my account will more than cover our instruments. And, yes, you are worth it. To me, you are worth a hundred times… a thousand times what I have in my account.”

“Chet… Marry me,” she said. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. “Ow. Maybe a little too soon for such a tight hug.”

“Be careful, baby.”

“It’s okay. I only hurts a little. Besides, to be able to hold you is worth it.”

“Maybe not so tight. Just the same amount of love,” I smiled into her eyes and they sparkled in approval. “And as far as marrying you. I say, YES. But we will have to wait a couple years. Till we are both out of school. “

“Can I tell my friends I am engaged?”

“Sure. Now, do you think we should get back to our guests?” She nodded and we went back to the house. Just as we did for nearly everywhere else we went, we walked hand in hand. I stopped at the door. Before we went in, I turned to face her. “I love you, Jess… With all my heart.”

“And I love you with all my heart,” answered Jess. We opened the door and walked into a house full of concerned family and friends. They felt much better once we explained why Jess ran out, and how we were going to remedy the situation.

The next evening, a Sunday evening, we had just arrived back home from our weekend visit with the Bailey side of the family. Dad and I were sitting in the living room discussing the money I was going to be spending on mine and Jess’ music instruments. “How much money do you have in your account?” he asked.

“The last time I checked, I had a hundred and thirty two thousand dollars and some change,” I said.

Dad looked shocked, “I didn’t know Grandma was paying you that much. I knew she was giving you a lot, but never realized it was so much. And you haven’t really spent much of it. I am shocked, but more than that, I am pleased. It would take a great amount of self control to not be begging to spend more of that money.”

“I had a few clear goals in mind. I always knew I would want to buy nice things for Jess, and some of these things will be expensive. I also would like to buy a car. You know my nineteenth birthday is just a little over a month away.”

“Yes, I am very aware of that fact. And I suppose you think you have to have brand new car.”

“No. Actually, I have an old one in mind. I have been looking at this classic car website and found a car I would really like to have.”

“More..” dad said with a bewildered look.

“I found a 1960 Chevy Impala two door that is ninety percent restored. He wants twenty thousand for it, and all it needs, according to the ad, is paint.”

“Let’s have a look,” Dad suggested. We went to his study to look it up on his computer. Within minutes, we found the listing. In the picture was a 1960 Impala two door in primer. The listing said it had an LS3 crate engine coupled to a custom power glide transmission, leading to an independent rear suspension from a corvette. The body was completely stock with the exception of the rear wheel tubs set wide enough for thirteen inch wide tires. “Looks like a pretty good deal. I don’t see anything about the interior, though. Do you have any idea how much it will cost to finish this? Are you going to do the work, or have somebody else do it?”

“I don’t know what it will cost,” I said after thinking about it for a moment. “I am thinking ten to twenty thousand, depending on the finish I want.”

“Good guess. And what of the interior?”

“I guess another five to ten thousand?”

“Again, good guess. Are you willing to deplete your account that much for this car?”

“Yes. Cars like this are becoming more scarce all the time. And the new cars don’t have the style the classics do. Have you been in a car lot lately? They all look alike, even across brands.”

“You are very convincing. Call the man tomorrow, and see what we can get set up.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

The next day, as soon as I got home from school, I called the man with the car for sale. We had a nice conversation about the car. In speaking with this man, I found out that the man had started restoring the car a couple years before. He told me everything he had done to it. The only things left were the paint and interior, as Dad and I suspected.

We set an appointment to look over the car for later that afternoon. I was so sure I was going to get the car, I had Mom run me to the bank to get the money, and then to the man’s house, which was just a couple miles from home.

I took twenty thousand in cash from my account, but was hoping to talk the man down a few thousand. We, Mom, Pat, and Kat and I, arrived a the man’s house, and I rang the doorbell. The man who answered looked to be about sixty and in very poor health. I offered my hand and introduced myself, “I am Charles Tuttle. I am here to look at your 1960 Impala you have for sale.”

“I am Frank Edwards,” he said. “Aren’t you a little young to be driving a high horse power classic car? And where are you getting the money?”

“I will be nineteen in a little less than two months. I have been saving my money for years, preparing for this day.”

“How am I supposed to trust you won’t get into trouble with this car?”

“All I can tell you, is that I will be spending a large amount of money for this car and will be spending even more to finish it. I cannot afford to ruin it. Oh.. and I have cash. By the way, why are you selling it so close to being done.”

“I wouldn’t sell it if I were in better health,” the man said. “I am dying.”

“I am so sorry,” I genuinely felt bad for the man. “What are you dying from. May I ask?”

“”It’s okay. You may ask. I am dying from colon cancer. The doctor told me a couple days ago, that I have only about two weeks to live. So, I decided I would sell all I could between now and then. My boy will get the remainder of my cash… What I have left after all the bills are paid. I do not want him to have the car. He was so against me getting it in the first place. If I were smart, I wouldn’t give the disrespectful ass a dime. So, do you want to see the car?”

“Yes,” I said anxious to see the car, but sorry for the reason it was for sale. He lead me across the yard to a large shop. Inside sat the car, just as it was pictured in the ad on the website. I looked it over. It had new floor pans that were not yet painted. The rest of the body was in primer and ready to be blocked and primed for paint. “What is your bottom dollar,” I asked after looking the car over top to bottom, inside and out, at least twice.

“Make me an offer,” he said after a moment of thought.

I looked the car over once again, very quickly. “Fifteen thousand.”

“Nineteen,” he responded, obviously liking the dickering.

“Sixteen.”

“Eighteen.”

“Seventeen… five.”

“Deal,” he grinned shaking my hand. “It’s not about the money, so much. You see. It’s more about the chase. Fun, ain’t it?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said excitedly.

“Let me ask you. Where are you going to go to get it finished?” He looked me over as if to get a handle on my personality. “You aren’t going to do it yourself, are you?”