“I believe that should keep you sated for a while,” she said, trying not to smile.
“Yes,” I told her.
“Wash yourself and get dressed,” she instructed before leaving my bedroom.
True to her words, that little handjob had taken care of me. Even later in the day when Aunt Naomi and I were eating pizza for dinner, I wasn’t very desirous of her. She even took advantage of my good mood to convince me to accompany her to the 6 PM evening church service.
When we returned home, I was torn. Should I try to proposition her for another liaison, or simply wait for her to come to me? I decided to take the latter option, thinking that if she wouldn’t have me, then I could simply take care of myself.
One of the ladies from church had gifted us with an apple pie. Aunt Naomi had prepared a helping for the each of us, along with some vanilla ice cream. We sat in the living room and watched some movies on the Hallmark Channel that she had saved on the DVR.
When the clock read 10 PM, I decided to call it a night. I gave Aunt Naomi a small peck on the cheek and headed upstairs. Snuggled underneath my thick comforter with my belly full of dessert, I found myself too tired for sex and quickly fell asleep.
The next few days were surprisingly normal between us. I’m not sure what did it, but our relationship went back to what it had been before my uncle had died, except Aunt Naomi was now a lot more cordial. Perhaps it had been for the best that we had stopped our incest. With my mind not stuck on sex, I could focus more on more important things, like looking for a good college or a job once I had graduated. Maybe Aunt Naomi might even see fit to take part in some activities with my friends outside of church.
As a matter of fact, Mary Alice Gibson had invited me to a party at her parents’ house. Not only did she attend my Christian school, but she also went to my church. It would be nice to have a nice time with people my age.
Mr. Larson, a friend of the family, was driving me home on Friday when I saw some guys carrying something large out of the house. My heart almost fell; the last time I had seen something like that was when the paramedics were wheeling my deceased uncle out of the house. Thankfully, as we neared the house, we saw that there was no ambulance, but a Rooms to Go truck. Aunt Naomi was standing in the doorway as the guys hauled what looked to be a mattress into their truck. After Mr. Larson had parked his pickup, we got out and walked towards the front door.
“Hey, Naomi,” Mr. Larson said. “What’s with all of the ruckus?”
“I went into town and decided to buy a new mattress,” she explained. “The old one was ready to go and it reminded me too much of Randolph.”
“That’s understandable. Still, you should have let me help you. I could have hauled the thing for you and set it up. Would’ve saved you from paying for delivery and installation.”
“That’s very kind of you,” Aunt Naomi said. “Would you like to stay for some hot apple cider?”
Mr. Larson took her up on the offer. The three of us sat in the kitchen for over an hour, talking about the goings-on in town and church. After his third mug of cider, he used the bathroom and took his leave.
“Aunt Naomi?”
“Yes?”
“You know Mary Alice Gibson from church, right?”
“Sandra’s daughter? Yes, she’s a sweet girl.”
“Well…she invited me to a part…I mean…a get-together at her house next Friday. I was wondering if I could go.”
She stopped washing the dishes and turned around to give me a furtive look. “You know I don’t trust those parties that your friends throw. Will there be chaperones?”
“Her parents will be there,” I assured her.
“I have Sandra’s phone number from the church directory, so I’ll know if you’re lying,” she warned. “As a matter of fact, I’ll call her right now.”
Before I could even protest, Aunt Naomi had conjured up both her cell phone and the church phone directory. My ears burned as I heard her conversing with Mary Alice’s mother about the party, asking her very specific questions about the duration and the guest list. After a lengthy, interrogation, which had been disguised within the conversation, Aunt Naomi seemed somewhat satisfied.
“I guess I’ll have to think about it,” she said into the phone. “Okay. See you on Sunday.”
“Thank you,” I said after she hung up the phone.
“For what? I didn’t say ‘yes’.”
“But you didn’t say ‘no’ either.”
“I’m not totally unreasonable, Benjamin. I’m only worried about your well-being. I think it’s nice of you to have fun with people your age.”
“Right,” I said, rising from the kitchen table. “I’m going to finish up some homework so that I can enjoy my weekend.”
“Before you do that,” Aunt Naomi said. “I need you to help me with something. Follow me.”
Wordlessly, I followed her upstairs and towards her bedroom. My heart began to pound as she turned the knob on her bedroom door and opened it. I followed her inside and looked around curiously; I rarely ventured into the master bedroom. When my late Uncle Randolph had become bedridden, this room doubled as a bedroom and hospital room. The only people who had been permitted inside were the home health nurses to assist Uncle Randolph.
“I need your help putting this fitted sheet over my new bed,” Aunt Naomi said.
She picked up the bedcover and handed me one side of it. After a few minutes, we were able to fit it over her new mattress. Wordlessly, I helped her arrange the linens and pillows.
“Ah, very nice,” Aunt Naomi said. “A new bed is just what I needed to brighten this place up. I think a good spring project would be to repaint the walls in this room.”
“Good idea,” I told her.
“Yes, well…you can go. Thank you for the help.”
Aunt Naomi stared at me awkwardly in silence. I looked at the new bed and then back at her. Part of me really wanted to grab her, throw her onto the bed, and rip off her clothes, but I figured that it would be best for her to initiate. When she didn’t, I slowly sauntered out of the bedroom.
I spent the next few days on my best behavior, wanting Aunt Naomi to be in the best mood possible when Friday came so that I could go to Mary Alice’s party. My plan worked, and Aunt Naomi drove me to her house that Friday night. Not surprisingly, she made a point of walking into the house so that she could talk to Mrs. Gibson. Despite the overwhelming embarrassment that I felt, Aunt Naomi didn’t make a scene. She peeked into the house to see a bunch of teenagers laughing and eating.
“Well, everything looks to be in order,” Aunt Naomi said. “I’ll pick you up later.”
You could not imagine the relief I felt seeing her van leaving the driveway. I walked into the den with a smile and joined the party. I had been looking forward to this for weeks, and things were not disappointing. We ate pizza, played a few party games, and even tossed the football around in the yard.
The best part about it was talking to Elizabeth Dunn. With her golden hair and wide blue eyes, she looked like an angel. She seemed to be around everywhere I turned, but I didn’t mind in the slightest. When Mary Alice turned on Moana for us to watch, she sidled up next to me so close that I could smell her perfume. When I dared to put my hand on her lap, she grabbed it, making my heart flutter.
“Ben, your aunt is here,” I heard Mrs. Gibson whisper behind me.
Those words definitely killed the moment. I shrugged as I got up from my seat and exchanged farewells with my friends. I glanced over at the clock, seeing that it was barely 8:30 PM; I had been here roughly 2 hours.
After putting on my jacket, I walked outside to find Aunt Naomi parked in the driveway with the van running. Despite my ire at her picking me up so early from the party, I held my tongue on the ride home, merely remarking that I behaved myself and had a good time.
“Well, I think that went well,” she said as we walked into the house. “I’m so glad that you have good Christian friends like that.”
“Me, too,” I muttered. “Good night.”
“What? Off to bed already? It’s a Friday.”
“I’m tired,” I lied. “Plus, I want to get a head start on my chores tomorrow.”
She folded her arms and gave me a dour look. “I really hope you’re not going upstairs to simply masturbate. Did the girls at that party get too friendly?”
“No, Aunt Naomi. Remember, we had chaperones.”
“One chaperone can’t see everything,” she said, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Was it that Garcia girl, the one with the ample bosom? I should call her mother to suggest she wear something more wholesome at church.”
“I’m not going to masturbate,” I assured her. “Even if I was, you told me that it was fine as long as I didn’t go overboard.”
“True, but I feel like I need to take measures to make sure these girls aren’t tempting you to lust. Go to my room, now.”
Some of my resentment from having to leave the party early was somewhat gone. I walked upstairs and towards her bedroom, with her following close behind. Once inside, Aunt Naomi locked the door. I’m not sure why she did this, seeing as we were the only two people in the house. A wild thought entered my head: what if she didn’t want me leaving?
I looked at the new bed, which was covered with her new linens, and saw Aunt Naomi start removing them. She folded the huge comforter and placed it on the armchair. She neatly put the pillows in a neat pile in the corner.
“I don’t want us getting these dirty,” she explained.
She then turned around and started to unbutton her blouse. I shouldn’t have looked so eager, but I didn’t care. I quickly removed my clothes and put them in a neat pile at the foot of the armchair. I turned around to see Aunt Naomi removing her bra to bare her tiny breasts to me. My dick swelled at the sight of her nipples and her eyes betrayed that they had noticed.
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