Rebecca replied, “Yeah, the top of your fat head. Turn it.”
Deana typed, “10-4,” and reached for the webcam.
“Deana?”
Shit, not Evan, Deana thought and snapped upright, fisted the shirttails in front of her crotch, and turned cautiously. Her brain did a stutter-jerk the way it does when you see someone who has gained or lost a lot of weight since you last saw them. As the startled confusion subsided, Deana saw it. There was enough of Candy’s likeness to connect with Gloria’s detailed de***********ion, and Deana knew the bodacious redhead had to be the one and only. “Aunt Sally.” The woman seemed dazed.
“Deana,” Sally said again and reached out. “Look at you.” Sally pushed Deana’s damp hair back and looped it behind her ear. Gloria was right, Deana thought, they have the same captivating blue eyes. It made Deana shiver, and suddenly, the woman smashed voluptuous breasts against her chest. The crushing hug was made more awkward by the position of her arms. They were trapped at her sides, so even if she wanted to, Deana couldn’t reciprocate or get free.
Sally loosened her hold, reached up, and rested her hand on the side of Deana’s face. “So beautiful,” she whispered and tenderly looped hair behind Deana’s other ear. Tears started rolling down the woman’s pale cheeks.
Deana felt her eyes starting to sting, so she hugged Sally, and this time they both held on tight. Once Sally’s halting breaths subsided, she stepped back. Deana’s nipples responded to the absence of her aunt’s warm body. Sally’s did the same, but only Deana crossed her arms and stared. Candy’s hard nipples made her mouth water, but Sally’s took her breath away, and Gloria actually saw her naked.
“Honey, I’m sorry. I knew, expected it, but it’s still overwhelming. You’re a mirror image of her . . . of your mother. It took my breath away.”
While she struggled to find words, Sally rested her hands on Deana’s hips. Their chests touched, and Deana looked down into the vast valley of freckled cleavage. Her aunt’s trembling hands slid upward into the narrow of her waist, lifting the shirt with them. Deana didn’t try to fix it. “You were close . . . close to my mother?”
“Very.” Sally gently kissed her forehead. “I loved her.”
There had been so many things Deana wanted to know about her mother but never felt comfortable asking Candy. Now, there was someone right in front of her who had answers, but Deana couldn’t think of one question. She couldn’t do anything except stare at the stranger who felt like someone she had always known and loved. “What was she like?” Tears broiled on the rims of her eyes.
“Baby, Sandy, your mom, she was kind, gentle . . . she was the most giving person I’ve ever known. I loved her as much as I’ve ever loved anyone.”
Deana waited for more while her aunt’s hands moved around to the small of her back and pulled her closer. There seemed to be energy flowing from Sally, and it warmed Deana’s heart. “I see her in you,” Sally said and kissed Deana.
What kind of kiss was that? If it was what it felt like, Deana wanted to kiss the woman back, but that was insane. It wasn’t anything other than a normal kiss on the lips. Who does that, Deana wondered and licked her lips to remove the lingering taste and feel of the woman’s Candy-like mouth?
Sally tightened her hold, pulling their groins together. Deana arched back to accommodate the woman’s tits. The stiffness of Sally’s nipples couldn’t be ignored. Deana trembled with fearful anticipation, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist. Aunt Sally was Candy without strings attached to her father. She felt like she was melting into her aunt’s embrace when Sally said, “Deana, I’m sorry, so sorry.”
The tone of Sally’s voice was wrong. The woman wasn’t trying to seduce her. “For what?” Shame and embarrassment warmed Deana’s face.
“I should have been here for you . . . you and Gloria. I’m sorry, really sorry.”
Her aunt was crying again when she turned away. “But I’m not going to let you down again.” Deana let Sally go without asking any questions because she already knew the answer. Sally had been their first babysitter; she knew what he was like.
A minute later, Deana threw herself face down into her pillows.
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