Favorite Aunt – Chapter 8: Illusions

Incest story: Favorite Aunt – Chapter 8: Illusions

Author: Trainman5771

Ben went in to the kitchen and noticed the back door was open but the screen door closed. The slight movement of air through the opening smelled of earth, grass and flowers. The musty smell dissipated quickly and he took a couple of deep breaths. Jean rounded the corner into the kitchen.

I opened the windows in the bedrooms to let the place breathe some and clear the air. She said and then noticed him standing at the rear doorway of the kitchen. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle giving him a hug. He crossed his arms to lay his hands on her arms and squeezed back.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this. She said. She felt him sigh.

I know I wouldn’t. he said. She released her hug and put one hand on his left shoulder to turn him. He did and their eyes met for the umpteenth time. She knew her love was genuine as was his but also knew she wouldn’t be as attractive or full of vitality to pleasure him some day. He registered the slight sadness in her eyes and leaned over to kiss her. When he pulled away, he smiled.

What’s the matter honey? he asked. She tried to look deeper into his eyes wanting to understand why their relationship was happening and why she felt so happy and content yet disquieted about the nature of it and their future in it.

Right now? Nothing. I can’t remember a time when I have felt so at peace and so contented than I do when I’m with you. But I must admit something. She said.

What’s that? he asked curiously.

I won’t always look like this or feel this alive. There will be a day when I can’t even make love to you. I can only give you what you need Ben. I can’t give you what you want. She looked into his eyes. He had the look of a man who’d been stunned with a phaser.

I can’t believe that! You’re what I want. he protested. She shook her head.

I’m what you need. What you want is a life-long wife who’ll build a new family and grow old with you and have grandchildren playing at your feet. she said. His head shaking slowly. “In a few years or ten, will you be happy screwing a sack of doorknobs or rubbing the bunions or feeding me and cleaning me up when I’m too old to do it myself? The hard reality is I’m happy with what I have right here, right now and I want to enjoy our love for as long as I can.”

She stood on her tip toes, wrapped an arm around his neck and pulling him down to her, kissed him deeply. When they parted, both were a little breathless.

I guess this means we’re staying for the weekend anyway? Ben asked. She responded with another kiss then pulled away, turned and went to a closet. She opened the door and pulled out something he couldn’t see. When she turned, it was a Swiffer Jet. She walked up to him and handed it over.

You get to start with the floors. She said and went back to the closet. With a half-smile on his face he went to the bedrooms to get started.

Twenty minutes and a few wiping sheets later, the oak wood floors in both bedrooms and the short hallway were done. He kept his boots on since he was backing out of the rooms to prevent tracking dirt on the clean surfaces. He threw the trashed wipe pads into the garbage can at the end of the breakfast bar counter separating the kitchen and living room when he noticed Jean wiping down the walls and shelves in the kitchen. He stopped and watched her bent over wiping a spot on the front of a cabinet door at the sink. She stopped and looked behind her.

No checking out the boss! Yet. She said with a grin. Ben raised his hands in mock protest and went to work on the living room floor.

After finishing the floor Ben came back to the kitchen.

Ready for me in here? he asked.

It’s all yours. I’ll take care of the living room dusting and the bedrooms. You get the bathroom this trip. She said.

You’re the boss! he quipped and slapped her butt as she passed him to the living room. Jean stopped at the threshold to the living room and removed her boots. Picking them up she put them by the door and began to dust the furniture and wall hangings. Ben completed the kitchen after removing his boots and put the sweeper away in the closet. He saw a bucket with the familiar tools of a bathroom cleaning set and picked it up along with a couple of bottles of cleaners then went to start his next task.

A few minutes later Jean looked in on Ben and saw him cleaning the toilet and smiled. What a wonderful man this was.

You’re looking really sexy there stud. She said with a breathy sultry tone. He looked up and screwed up his face in a grimace.

If that’s what I look like in your eyes while cleaning a toilet, then it’s worth it. He said. She blew him a kiss and went to dust the bedrooms.

After all the cleaning up had been finished and the equipment stored back in the closet, she went out to the old Baja racer she called a Puma to retrieve one of two electric coolers.

Honey. She called out. “Would you get the other cooler from the ATV please?”

Sure. Ben replied. He put his boots back on and went out to get the second cooler. Back inside, he put it on the floor next to the refrigerator careful not to crush the 12 volt power plug so she could unload it and went back out the Puma to retrieve their packs and shotguns.

I hope we didn’t leave these out there too long. She said opening the second cooler.

Should be okay. They were plugged into the Puma. He said.

Yeah but even so, they don’t cool very well if left out like that. She said and sniffed at the lunch meat to check if it was still good. Satisfied it was, she put it and the rest of the contents away in the refrigerator. “You want a hard lemonade or a wine cooler?” she asked.

Hard lemonade please. I’m going to plug the Puma’s charger in to top off the batteries.

Okay. One cooler coming up and thanks. She said.

Ben uncoiled the electric cord from its storage bin on the Puma and plugged it into the wall outlet on the side of the cottage. He heard a loud click and a bit of a hum from the charger on the Puma. Satisfied it was OK and working correctly, he walked around the little house evaluating the exterior. If his other decision was to be realized, he’d have to make sure this place wasn’t a fire trap or ready to collapse. Upon closer inspection of the base framing sitting atop the pylons, he was pretty sure this place wouldn’t take a remodeling before it caved. As he neared the back door of the cottage, Jean opened the screen door.

Got your lemonade here hon. She said handing it out to him.

Thanks.

What’s so interesting under there? she inquired. Ben took a long pull of the drink before answering.

Termites and or rot. He said and downed the rest of the bottle. She looked at him in surprise to his answer more than his action.

Is it Bad? she asked quietly. He nodded slowly then knelt down and pointed to a point in the underframe.

Bad enough. See here? he began. She knelt beside him and looked where he was pointing and nodded. “This whole base frame is in bad shape.” he said as he poked his pen into the wood. The pen sunk in deeper than she thought it would be able to and gasped when it just crumbled away. He saw her astonished expression.

The house will fall apart? she asked fearful she already knew the answer.

I’m afraid so. He said sadly. “I don’t think it can be remodeled to be lived in. It’s been here since ’55 and with the damp ground, I’d say the rot is worse further underneath where the air flow isn’t as strong.

She stood and moved over to the back stoop and sat down heavily. She blew out a sigh and shook her head.

It didn’t look like it was all that bad. She said looking out over the field. He came over and sat next to her putting an arm around her.

I know. Termites work inside the wood and tunnel through it so you don’t see where they’ve been usually especially where the surface of the wood is exposed to the elements. Rot on the other hand works from the outside in. It looks fine on the outside nearer the walls outside so I suspect both are at work here. He said.

There’s nothing we can do can we? she said in an almost defeated tone. He shook his head.

“We can salvage the flooring that isn’t damaged too much. Maybe some of the door mouldings and baseboards. The windows and doors too but not much else of the structure itself.

He turned to look at Jean. She had the look of a woman stricken. He pulled her close and she laid her head on his shoulder.

I couldn’t live in this place as it is.”” He said. She raised her head and looked at him.”

What do you mean? she asked. He looked out over the field.

I mean I couldn’t move in with the termites. They’d run me out eventually. Personally I think a new place could be built. If I were to move here that is. He said then turned to look at her expression. Her mouth was open and she blinked her eyes when he smiled.

You’d move down here? she finally managed to ask trailing off with a squeak.

Can’t think of the better reason not to than to be close to you. I could move down here. I can’t imagine not being with you right now. Besides my sister, there’s nothing to keep in North Carolina. I stayed because I didn’t know where else to go. Colorado would be nice but I couldn’t make up my mind at the time. He said.

Jean threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight to her. She let go suddenly and jumped up and down spinning around hugging herself in absolute joy. Ben stood and grabbed her in his arms and hugged her tight to him. She wound her arms around him and raised her face to his. They kissed passionately for a long moment. Their hands drew over the others body.

She pulled away and held him at arm’s length and looked him directly in the face. “You really mean to live here with me don’t you?” she said. It was more of a statement than a question. He nodded.

I think our problem with the rest of the world can be solved this way. I live here when I need to in order to protect your reputation. When relatives visit, I’m here working for you. When nobody is visiting, we visit each other. The new place is looked after and you still get to keep everything. Simple really. He said matter-of-factly.