I lay on my bed, hands behind my head resting on my pillow, kicking one knee back and forth, frowning all the while. I didn't see how this was fair. Give up my room? To someone I'd never met and knew pretty much nothing about? This sucked. Over the years, my parents had told me so damned little about my aunt that I wasn't even sure of her name.
I mulled over what I did know about her- she was my mother's younger sister. They'd never really talked about her because apparently my grandmother moved with my aunt to Europe after she'd been abused by my grandfather. Mom was already married to my dad, so it wasn't directly affecting her and to be honest, I'd assumed she didn't really care, since I was eighteen now and the matter had come up maybe once in my entire life before all this.
What was all this? Well, apparently my grandmother had died. That being said, my aunt was looking to return to 'the colonies' and make a new life here, with whatever inheritance she'd received. In a totally unexpected show of familial devotion, probably at the behest of my dad, mom had insisted that he sister come and live with us until she got herself established and found her own place.
Now this might have not bothered me so much, since I'm rather chill about being around people I don't know, but it was somehow decided, without my consent, that my aunt Allie would be commandeering my room. Me? Well, I was young and adaptable so I could make do in the rec room in our basement.
Saying I was pissed was a minor understatement and I made sure both my parents knew it. Hence, I was brooding in my room, even though we were scheduled to go pick her up from the airport less than an hour from now.
"Alex?" my dad called cheerfully from downstairs. "Time to go, get the head out!"
I said nothing, continuing to lay on my bed, scowling at the ceiling.
"ALEXANDER ORION DAYRAVEN!" my mother thundered from downstairs, clearly fed up with me being obstreperous about this issue. "Get your sorry behind down here or I'll drag you down by your uvula!"
I froze. Even for her she sounded pissed.
"Don't make me come up there!"
I got my generally chill nature from my dad, whereas I got my stubborn streak from mom. Problem was, most people assumed I blended those two traits into passive-aggressiveness. I could see at moments like this why people would think that, but I like to believe they're wrong.
Either way, pissing mom off was a bad idea. Guess I was stuck and just had to live with it.
I sighed and trudged downstairs, doing my best to look beshat upon, if no longer cantankerous. My dad chuckled and ruffled my hair, something he could do in spite of my imposing physique, because he was even bigger than me.
"Don't worry about it," he said as we headed out to the van. "For all you know, Allie'll only be here a week or so before you can reclaim your man cave. Is being that nice to a long-lost family member really all that horrific?"
"Maybe it wouldn't be if I'd been consulted and my opinion asked for," I groused as we pulled out of the driveway. "But, as you may have noticed, no one did. I got back from swimming practice and bam, you two tell me that I'm giving up my room to a relative you know nothing about."
"She's your aunt, what's there to know?" dad said as he drove.
"That's all I know about her," I replied in as restrained a voice as I could manage. "Her name is Allie. She's mom's younger sister. She's moving back here after living in Europe. That's what I know. You have to admit, it's pretty scant information."
"So what?" dad quipped. "What else do you need to know at this stage? A relative needs out help and we're helping. Not like she won't appreciate your sacrifice."
"Yeah, I notice you two weren't volunteering to give up your room and sleep in the Mines." I grumbled.
"That's because your father and I are adults and have paid our dues in society and have acquired dialectical wealth," my mother added, her tone matter-of-fact in her inescapable logic. "You, you've barely been alive long enough to learn how to use your opposable thumbs, knuckle-dragger. Your dad and I are noted scholars and rather wealthy. You, on the other hand, have nothing."
The problem here is that both my parents are indeed renowned scholars, with very high Intelligence Quotients. I did indeed inherit this trait from them but as yet lacked their unreal skill in wielding it as a lethal weapon. The logic train has no brakes once they get going. Both in their forties, they each held at least two doctorates in their field and were senior members of the local prestigious university. I'd graduated summa cum laude from high school a year early and began attending the same university on a full scholarship this past semester, majoring in my personal interests of poly-sci, history, and languages.
I knew my parents were proud of me, but they were still in charge. While I was under their roof, we did things their way. This was not a democracy, it was a dictatorship. I could deal with it or laughingly find my own way.
Alea iacta est.
It took an hour and change to reach the airport, so instead of squabbling with my parents, I simply retreated inside my head and went over historical events in my head, looking for threads about how they influenced even modern times.
"We're here, wake up."
"I'm awake," I muttered, aware that they knew full-well I'd been awake the whole time, just lost in my own thoughts. I came by it honestly enough. We went through the busy terminals and finally identified the gate at which my Aunt Allie would be arriving. We stood near the gate and waited, hearing the announcement that her flight had landed and the passengers would be off-loading.
We must have waited at least twenty minutes and my mind began to wander again. I was definitely lost in the Paris Uprisings of 1848 when my mother's voice intruded upon my ruminations.
"Allie! Oh my God, it's wonderful to see you!"
I blinked and came out of my reverie to turn and see who my mom was talking to. I couldn't see them, since my mother and father were both hugging the person I could only assume was my aunt. But then the huggie chain broke and my mom turned her head to beam at me before pulling away and introducing her sister.
"Alex? This is your aunt, Alexandra. You're named after her, you know..."
I didn't know what to say.
The woman looking at me was stunningly beautiful. Her hair was blonde, thick and lustrous gold. Her eyes were that unreal sapphire colour that men wrote poems about. Through her form-fitting shirt and hip-hugging European jeans I could tell she had a stunning body.
And she couldn't have been older than nineteen.
***
"I guess I have a lot of explaining to do, hm?" my mom said from the front passenger's seat as we drove home. My aunt, who was apparently named 'Alexandra' and for whom I was named, sat quietly in the passenger seat beside me, a slight smile on her face as she listened to us.
"Probably a good idea," I replied, causing my aunt to smirk. I could already tell that trying to think of her as my aunt might take the better part of the rest of my natural life, since she wasn't more than a year older than me. "Just... start at the beginning."
"Fair enough," mom agreed. "Well, your grandmother had me and I was an only child for a long time."
"I figured out that much, if you two are genetically related." I said flatly.
"I'd already married your father by the time my little sister was born," mom continued, ignoring my petulant tone. "It was certainly unexpected, since mom was at the outer edge of being viable to have children again when Alexandra came along."
"Well, you married dad when you were twenty-five, so if that happened first, then there's twenty-six years between you. That's quite a span, you have to admit."
"No argument there. Anyways, your grandfather, as you know, was developing very tragic and dangerous mental issues at the time. When your grandmother had another kid against all odds, it triggered something in him and he became violent and abusive. Rather than stay and try to work it out, since he was in a terrifying spiral, mom took everything she could and fled to Europe with my little sister, where he could never reach her."
I was silent for a few moments.
"It was very hard on me, I admit, because mom didn't even tell me until after she'd gone," mom said, somewhat morosely. "She didn't tell me where they went, for fear that my dad might somehow find out from me, even inadvertently. I was crushed at the time, but I understood, once I knew how bad your grandfather had gotten."
"So, you didn't even know where grandma went." I murmured, the whole scenario beginning to make perhaps a little sense to me.
"It was for her protection, Allie's and my own," she said sadly. "It was devastating to be robbed of my mother and the little sister I'd just met, but I understood in my heart. Your grandfather raged and called and threatened, but your father stood squarely in the way and wouldn't let him come over ever. It's why you've never met him, even though he was alive until last year."
"Wow, that's really rough." I sighed. "I had no idea."
"And I hate to say it, but we kept the information from you on purpose, especially when you were young," my fathered added. "Just in case he ever found you. We felt like we couldn't be too careful."
"Yeah, that makes sense now," I agreed. "So... grandma and Al- Aunt Alexandra high-tailed it to Europe and I was born just under a year later."
"Yes," my mom confirmed. "I missed my little sister so much that your father and I agreed to name you after her."
"I hope she has better middle names than I do." I muttered, causing my so-called 'aunt' sitting next to me to smirk.
"I will have you know that 'Orion' and 'Dayraven' are both perfectly acceptable literary names," my mother announced. "We picked them very carefully."
"Yeah," I snorted. "Pretty sure one is Greek and the other is Old English for 'Please Beat Me Up'..."
My aunt almost choked on her laughter and turned her head to smile at me, her unreal blue eyes dancing with mirth. I found it strangely compelling and knew that I'd kill to see that look in her eyes constantly.
"Oh, you complain endlessly," my mother sighed wearily. "But that's the gist of it, Walter Winchell. Allie, how about you fill in any gaps for us from a more recently perspective?"
My aunt took a breath, gathering her thoughts.
"I hardly know where to begin..." she said and I was instantly enthralled by the sound of her voice- it was lyrical and she spoke perfect English, and yet I could not readily identify the source of her accent. It wasn't anything I associated with the British Islands, nor was it any sort of North American accent, no Oceanic. I just waited for her to continue.
"As I told you over the phone, we moved to England first, living just outside of London, where mother taught International Relations. By the time I was six, though, she was tiring of that scene and moved us to Paris, where she taught Gallic Studies in English. When she was tired of Paris, we moved to Bologna, where we lived in an atalier and she worked on her art. After that she whisked us off to Copenhagen for about three years and then Berlin. She was teaching Germanic languages when we heard our father had died. Not long after that, she became ill and we retired to a little village outside Cardiff and she died peacefully just a week ago."
My mother shook her head as she listened. "She never stopped loving daddy, did she?"
"No," my aunt said in a sad tone. "She knew she couldn't be with him but she was still dedicated to him and did everything she could to check on him. I think she just had been waiting for him to go and then she joined him."
"It kept our family apart for so long but maybe there's time to make up for that now," my mother said. "I think we all need that."
My aunt nodded. "I'm sure it was awful not knowing and basically having to pretend you had no mother or sister. Having to keep it from everyone, even your own son. You're so strong, Karen, just like mom always told me."
Mom smiled and subtly dabbed at the corner of her eye. "Well, maybe, but I had a great support network with these two lugs. They've kept me going and busy, for sure."
"Alex, are you tired or hungry?" my father asked. "I just want to make sure you're properly looked after."
"I-" my aunt and I both responded simultaneously before pausing and laughing.
"Not you, dopey," my father snorted. "I know you're always hungry. I meant your aunt."
She smiled prettily. "Thank you, Michael, but I'm actually rather tired from the plane trip, not to mention all the events of the past week, so maybe back to your house so I can nap?"
My dad nodded and kept driving. My mother and her sister continued talking and I did my best not to stare at her- she and my mother could not look much less alike. They were both tall, but the similarities ended there. My mom was rather tan of skin where my aunt was fair. My mother's hair and eyes were decidedly brown, although not dull. It might have been the age difference, but my mother's build was also a little more solid. Mom had always said she took after her father in that regard, which I guess meant that my aunt looked like their mother.
I still had no chance to really observe her without staring, so I did my best to keep my eyes resolutely forward or looking out my own window. Finally though, not far from my house, my aunt asked me a question directly.
"Alex," she chimed, smiling at me. "Anything you want to know?"
"Well sure, plenty," I admitted. "But my first question is... where is your accent from? I've been trying the whole trip to place it and I can't, it's driving me crazy."
She giggled and smiled at me. "You like it? I've sort of developed it over the years, it's a reflection of all the places I've lived. I like to think it's completely unique and no one else in the world sounds quite like me."
"No argument there," I muttered. "You had me stumped. I guess we'll just have to call it 'Alexandrian', right?"
Her eyes lit up. "I love it! Why did I never think of that?"
"Ol' Alex here is quite the linguist himself," my dad said, grinning in the rear-view mirror. "He's actually majoring in poly-sci and language studies at the university."
I'm not sure I'd ever seen anyone look more delight than my aunt did right at that moment and I'm pretty sure I nearly fainted dead away at the sight of her. Somehow I stayed vertical and she clapped her hands together in approval.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed. It'll be great to have someone to practice languages with! I was so nervous to be coming home, but now I feel much better!"
Be still, my beating heart...
***
Dad and I were walking in behind mom and my aunt, with us carrying the mountains of baggage she'd brought up the steps. I did my level best to not get caught staring at her incredible behind, which seemed to be poured into her jeans.
That or her jeans were painted on. Either way, I was totally mesmerized as I walked behind her and very nearly caused a collision when my mother suddenly came to a stop at the front of our little baggage train.
"Gentlemen," she declared as she fished out her keys. "Get her suitcases up to her room while I get my sister settled in."
Her room.
Even though I was newly enthralled of my aunt, hearing my room referred to in those terms still stung a little. I chose to ignore it and followed them into the house. Mom brought her into the kitchen to open some wine while dad led the charge up the stairs.
"C'mon, Alex!" he laughed. "One trip or death!"
I struggled up after him,trying not to mutter loudly. In spite of my dad being an egghead and a professor, he was also a large and athletic man with a strong build. My mother always poked fun at him for having a sexy brain inside a Venice Beach body. She didn't mean it, of course, since she was constantly talking to her female friends about what good 'breeding stock' he was.
And I'm not small either, to be honest. I'm just over six feet tall and I have a swimmer's build, whereas my dad looked more like a surfer-bodybuilder. He always cheerfully told me there was still plenty of time for me to grow into my brain. In a weird way, that was comforting coming from him.
We put everything down on the floor and then headed back to join my mom and aunt in the kitchen. They were leaning against the island, laughing and drinking red wine. Mom smiled more brightly than I had seen her do in ages and beckoned us in. she filled two more glasses and gave us each one.
"To a family reunited!" she declared, holding her glass up. "We will miss those who cannot be with us, but we'll honour them by being the best family ever!"
We all agreed and clinked glasses before taking a drink. Aunt Alexandra smiled and laughed. "It'll take some getting used to, remembering that I'm only recently legal to drink here. Back ho- I mean, back in Europe, drinking wine even as a young teen was hardly taboo."
My mom smiled and put an gentle hand on her younger sister's shoulder. "There'll be time for everything, I promise. And you might need that time, just to equate to life here in the colonies. Of all the amazing places you've lived, where you were born wasn't one of them."
"True," my aunt admitted. "Not to mention there's a lot of photo albums that need updating and amalgamating."
"I've got a really immediate question." I interjected. "How're we gonna distinguish between who's being spoken to? We both respond to 'Alex', right?"
"Hm, hadn't really thought of that in all the hustle and kerfuffle," my mom said, getting pensive. "What if your father and I just called you by your full name all the time?"
"Pass." I said flatly, causing my aunt to giggle.
"But she had the name first," my dad said, determined to give me a hard time, apparently. "Not exactly fair to let an interloper like you just come in and-"
"Dear, please," my mother said, shooting him a look. "Why do you always choose to be a part of the problem instead of the solution?"
"Well, I'd hate to deprive my nephew of his identity," my aunt said, smiling at me and making my knees tremble. "That sounds so weird, calling you my nephew. You're less than a year younger than me."
"I know," I agreed. "I'm still trying to wrap my brain around you somehow being my aunt. It makes absolutely no sense to me."
"Cognitive dissonance," she said, nodding. "Well, since you and I are the ones at issue, what do you think we should do about it?"
I looked into my wine glass and swirled the ruby-red liquid around for a moment, thinking hard. "Well, what if we called you 'Alexa'?"
She thought about the name and mouthed it silently, as if she was tasting it. She then smiled beautifully and nodded. "I love it. Okay, it's settled. You're Alex, I'm Alexa. And for the love of God, please do not call me 'Aunt Alexa', because I'm pretty sure I'll expire on the spot."
I laughed. "I promise, Alexa."
We all raised our glasses and welcomed Alexa, who'd finally come home.
***
"Okay, so here's the room," I said as we walked into what used to be my bedroom and turned on the light. "I've already evacuated everything I need down to the basement. Uh, let me show you were the wall sockets are."
I walked her around the room, showing her the places where she could plug in her devices and she made note of how many adapters she would need, since her devices were European. Once I was done, she sat on the bed and sighed happily, smiling at me.
"I really appreciate everything you've done," she said, her voice smooth as butter in my ears. "It means a lot to me."I shrugged. "Well, I'm happy too, but I didn't really do anything. To be honest, I was initially pretty surly about having to give up my room to someone I didn't know, especially since I wasn't consulted. But, well, since I've gotten to know you a little better, I can't really say that I mind and I'm happy to do it."
"And I really do appreciate it, Alex!" she sighed, standing up and hugging me. I must have frozen for at least an instant as I felt her body press to mine, but I recovered quickly and put my hands on her back, holding her. She smelled fantastic, like nothing I'd ever imagined. Her big, soft breasts squashed into my chest but she clearly took no notice of it or minded.
She then pulled back a little, her hands on my shoulders as she looked into my eyes. Her lustrous blonde hair was cascading over her shoulders and down her back. I could still feel her boobs just touching my chest.
"So when you were told I was coming, what did you expect?" she asked, clearly curious. "All you knew is that your mom's sister was coming to stay, right?"
"I didn't really know what to expect, I guess," I replied, trying to focus on my response rather than the feel of her body next to mine. "I kind of expect someone who looked more like my mom and not like..."
She tilted her head. "Like?"
I flushed a little as I tried to find the words. "Someone who... looked like, well... you."
She smiled prettily. "So not a girl basically the same age as you. I understand that, because it makes no sense to me that you could possibly be my nephew. I can hardly believe I even have a nephew, forget one my own age."
I chuckled. We were sort of in the same boat from the point of view. "Yeah, it's a real disconnect, isn't it?"
She nodded. "I think for our own sanities we're just going to have to agree to think of one another as siblings or cousins or something, because I'll never get around you being my nephew, except in some weird formal setting where I need to introduce you. No idea where that would be though..."
"Fair enough," I said. "So we'll just be Alexa and Alex. Family."
She smiled her megawatt smile. "Perfect. It's not like I could ever pull rank on you in a family hierarchy sense anyway."
"That'd make for some weird roleplay." I muttered, making a wry face. She began giggling at the imagery.
"Sjofel..." she said softly, winking at me and then giving me another hug, every bit as squishy as the first one. I held her as long as I dared before releasing her. She began to yawn and then stretched her arms over her head, her magnificent breasts, barely contained within her thin shirt, now bumping against my chest. Once she was finished, she sat back down and smiled, her eyes a little weary.
"I regret, though, that I'm a little tired," she said. "Would you please thank your mom and dad for me and let them know I'm going to take that nap but also to call me for dinner?"
"Of course," I said readily, nodding. I was beginning to think that saying no to my aunt would become near impossible very quickly. "Anything else you need?"
She shook her head sleepily and it was clear she was already starting to doze off. "No, Alex, but thank you. I appreciate... everything..."
She simply flopped back on the bed and was already asleep, her chest rising and falling. I gaped at her incredible body for just a few seconds before leaving- her bountiful breasts, her trim, flat stomach which was now partly visible as her shirt rode up, her shapely hips and her long, sexy legs and pert feet. Her face looked like an angel's and I had to tear myself away from gaping. I exited the room and closed the door, taking a moment to compose myself before going into the bathroom and splashing cold water on my face. Then I went downstairs and reported in.
"She's asleep," I said plainly. "Showed her where the plugs are and she said she'd take a nap and to call her for dinner. It's all hers now."
My mom put a sympathetic hand on my arm. "I'm sorry we didn't consult you about the room, maybe that was a little heavy-handed of us. But you see now that she needs it, don't you?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound grudging and not meaning it. "Yeah, it's fine, I'll live."
"Are you sure there's nothing else you need downstairs, Alex?" my dad asked, wanting mo make sure my needs were being met as well. "Not even a new bed?"
"Well, let me try sleeping on the pull-out and see what happens," I suggested. "If it really sucks, I let you know."
"Do you think you might try to get along with her, rather than treating her as an imposition or even just a guest?" my mom asked, clearly concerned. "I know this is all strange for you."
"Well, we talked for a minute and I think we have some basic boundaries established," I explained, wondering why I was making it sound like Alexa and I were needing to be distant. "She's agreed to not try and be my aunt and pull rank on me, so I guess that's a start."
"She a sweet girl who's gone through a lot recently, so just be patient with her, okay?" mom said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I know you're not always big on change."
"Like I said, I'll live," I iterated. "I'm gonna go down and play a game or two. Call me if you need me."
With that I headed down to the basement, colloquially referred to around my place as ' The Mines'. It was hardly horrible, since it was actually a rec room. It had it's own mini-fridge and counter space off to one side, a bathroom with a full shower, several seating areas and a very nice entertainment center with a large HDTV and several gaming consoles. I opened up the couch that was actually a fold-out bed and laid down, trying to discern if I could possibly sleep on it.
My thoughts, however, drifted away from my sleeping arrangements or the games I'd intended to play and instead focused on my aunt, Alexa. I'd never met anyone so beautiful. She was like a dream to me. Her perfect body, her alluring voice and her scintillating mind. Everything about her held me rapt. If I was ever driving and started thinking of her I'd cause a serious accident.
I'd known other girls before, pretty girls. Hot girls, even. I'd had sex a few times and while I was hardly an expert, I was pleased to say I was no slouch either, because the girls were certainly eager for more. But they were nothing compared to Alexa. That much was certain.
I felt a stir in my body and I closed my eyes, gently taking hold of myself. Through my pants I gave my swelling member a squeeze, picturing her lovely body, feeling her incredible breasts squashing to my chest, smelling her intoxicating body as she hugged me, her lips so close to my ear...
I almost moaned as I undid my pants and shimmied them down, knowing that it was safe to do so, my parents had always respected my privacy. My boxers moved down my thighs as I took my cock in my hand and stroked it, reveling in the memory of her body, how it felt and looked, picturing it naked and pressed to mine. I did my best to hear her lyrical voice as she lay beneath me, whispering and cooing as my body moved and undulated against hers, my cock slowly sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy...
I shuddered and came, snapping myself out of this unexpected reverie. As my cock throbbed and pulsed, spurting my pearly semen across my stomach and bed, I was breathing raggedly, more in shock by my actions than the fact that I'd cum. Had I really just pleasured myself while thinking of a woman I'd met maybe two hours ago? A relative? My mother's sister?
I hissed in exasperation as I felt the sticky mess all over me and also the bed. Still confused, I almost wiped my eyes but yanked my hand away at the last second as I remembered it was covered in cum. Oh my God, what the hell was wrong with me? I hadn't been this stupid or awkward since I was thirteen!
I got off the bed and washed my hands in the sink before going back to the ersatz bed and stripping the sheets off of it, throwing them and my clothes in the hamper to be laundered. I then went into the bathroom and took a shower, muttering to myself as I washed off.
Idiot. I couldn't even begin to guess how horrified Alexa would have been if she'd witnessed my moronic behaviour.
It occurred to me that I was more worried by her reaction than I was about my parents', seemingly. Where the hell had that come from?
I finished and dried off, putting on a new set of sheets before resolutely turning on some video games and playing for about two hours. I needed to get my head together.
This had been a very strange day.
***
"There you are," my mom said, smiling at me as I came from the basement. "Your timing for meals, as always, borders on prescient."
"Yeah, thanks. I'm the Kwisatz Haderach of food." I mumbled. "What's tonight's fare?"
"I had to think it through," mom admitted, still working on one of the pans she was cooking in. "I had to remember that my sister's lived in Europe pretty much her whole life and their diet is considerably different from ours, even when they eat the same foods."
"Yeah, I guess," I mused. "They go for generally smaller portions and aren't so heavy on the greasy food, are they?"
"My thoughts too," mom agreed. "So we're having poached saffron salmon with roasted red potatoes and steamed asparagus."
"Sounds awesome!" I said, grinning. I loved every single thing she'd mentioned, so this would be great. "Where's dad?"
"Sent him to the liquor store," she replied, checking the steaming baskets. "White wine goes with salmon, so I sent him to get a Riesling or a Gewurtztraminer, whichever one appealed."
I laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to impress your little sister."
She blushed slightly. "Maybe a little. While I love where we live, darling, I don't want her to think we're provincial."
"I somehow doubt she thinks that," I said cheerfully. "You gonna wake her up?"
"Oh, I can't," mom replied, still hustling around the kitchen. "Not done yet, would you be a dear and go get her?"
I nodded, secretly pleased that mom had asked, since I didn't want to volunteer and seem eager. I headed upstairs and knocked on the door to my former room, which was slightly ajar.
"Alexa?" I called gently, hoping she could hear me. I rapped on the door with my knuckle again. "Alexa?"
No response. Unsure of what to do, I pushed the door open slightly and peered in.
The sun was still out but westering, allowing enough like to come through my shades to give the room some illumination. She was still passed out as I'd left her, sleeping peacefully. I watched as her chest rose and fell, her magnificent bust drawing my eyes.
I took a chance and slipped quietly into the room, praying she didn't have a bad panic reflex or anything. I crept up to my- her bed, and knelt down next to her, giving her arm a gentle nudge.
"Alexa?" I said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Alexa, it's me, Alex. Time to wake up for dinner."
She shifted slightly and let out a little moan in her sleep before slowly rolling onto her side. I waited for several seconds before giving her arm another gentle squeeze, calling her name. Slowly, her eyes opened, looking at me for a few moments before she smiled.
"Alex," she murmured in that lovely voice. "Hi..."
"Hi, sleepyhead," I said cheerfully, glad she was finally awake and I no longer had to feel like a creepy stalker. "Think you're ready for some dinner? Mom tried to cook Euro-style for you."
"Oh, well that was kind of her," she said as she sat up, rubbing at her eye. She yawned and stretched, forcing me to look at her burgeoning bosom again while she did so. She opened her eyes and looked at me, cocking her head. "You changed clothes."
"Oh, uh, yeah," I said, realizing she was indeed right. "I kinda took my own nap in the basement in my clothes and I was a little rumpled, so I put on some new stuff."
"Oh, well," she mused, sitting up straighter and looking down at herself. "I slept in mine, should I change as well?"
"Doubt it," I said, trying not to stare. "Your shirt is unlikely to rumple and I doubt those jeans will, either."
She smiled. "Are they a little too tight or immodest?" she asked.
"Not at all, you look great." I replied, meaning it.
"Thanks, Alex, it's nice to have someone compliment you and know they mean it, isn't it?" she declared, standing. "I'll just do my hair quickly, make sure I don't have bed head."
"Okay, I'll go tell mom you're on your way." I said, heading to the door.
"Oh, Alex, stay," she almost pleaded, looking at me. "It'll only take a minute and, well, to be honest, I'm not terribly interested in being alone right now. So much has happened recently, even just having someone stay with me while I do my hair feels wonderful."
"Sure, no problem." I said, waiting for her. Since I'm a guy and don't have an appropriate mirror in my room, she asked me to lead her to the bathroom where she could utilize the big mirror there. I waited by the door while she brushed out her hair and then pulled it back in a queue. She then smirked at me and winked, mouthing the words 'stay there' as she closed the door. About a minute later, I heard the toilet flush and she was washing her hands. When she emerged from the bathroom, she smiled at me and turned around, like a model might.
"So, how do I look?" she asked.
"Like you stepped off the runway at some place I've never been to." I replied, causing her to giggle and give my arm a gentle pinch. She then wiggled her way down the stairs, allowing me to watch her glorious, toned butt the whole way down. We made our way to the kitchen and she skipped up and hugged my mother and father when she saw them. They both hugged her back readily.
It occurred to me that this was a really big deal for my mother and by default for my father as well. This was an important piece of my mother's life that was slowly being re-introduced and possibly healing. It was certainly a bigger issue than me losing my dumb room. The epiphany made me resolve to not be selfish about this anymore. My family was going to be whole and happy.
We all sat down and began dinner, chatting and conversing gaily. We talked about where Alexa had lived, what her favourite places to live had been and funny things that had happened to her. She was sitting between mom and myself, often reaching over and touching one of us on the shoulder or forearm as she talked, a very European thing to do, I'm told.
She asked about what my mother and father were working on, their projects over the summer and what they'd be teaching in the fall. She seemed genuinely fascinated to hear about everything they had planned and clearly looked up to them for their accomplishments as scholars. She then beamed a smile at me.
"What about you, Alex?" she asked, giving my shoulder another squeeze. "What are you going to do when you go back in the fall?"
"I've been back and forth about that," I admitted, pausing in my annihilation of the food my mom had presented. "Since I've got the scholarship, I could possibly live on-campus, but that might not be ideal, since I might get idiot roomies in a dorm. If I stayed here, it's a reasonable drive, not more than thirty minutes to the campus where most of my classes will be held."
"That makes sense," she mused. "Not to mention the occasional home-cooked meal as opposed to cafeteria food or the stench of ramen noodles throughout your dorm."
I made a wry face. "Didn't know you had ramen noodles in Europe. Well, I knew you had them, but I guess I just figured that Europeans knew better."
She giggled. "We do, but the real horrid part was the universities in Stockholm or Berlin when we visited those. The dorms reeked of boiled cabbage. Affected proletariat students everywhere. If I had a Euro for every Che Guevara poster I came across..."
"Wow, even in this day and age?" mom said, furrowing her brow. "Old habits die hard, I guess. But Alexa, what are your plans? You're here now and you said you intend to stay. What will you do?"
Alexa blushed a little as she drank some of her wine. "I've been pondering that. I contacted your university and explained my situation and asked if a transfer of my records and scores was possible. Once they viewed them, along with my scores from high school, they seemed very amenable to my attending and even offered me a scholarship."
"That's wonderful!" my mom said gleefully. "I barely know what to say! You'll stay here with of, of course, right?
"Oh, I couldn't impose like that," Alexa said hastily. "I couldn't keep disrupting your family life like this."
There was silence at the table for a moment. Alexa then continued. "We haven't really discussed it, Karen, but mom left me a very generous inheritance, so I can easily find a place for myself, whether I attend the university or not. I've also got your share of the inheritance, incidentally. We'll discuss how I can transfer it to you later."
Mom cleared her throat and smiled. "That's very generous, Alexa. Michael and I are doing well enough, however, so perhaps we should talk about giving my share to your nephew so he has a nest egg when he graduates?"
Alexa smiled at me. "That sounds like a brilliant compromise. But back to my original point, I couldn't stay here and impose on you."
"Nonsense," my mother said firmly. "I only just got you back in my life, what makes you think I want to see you move away so quickly?"
"Well, if I go to the university, it's not like I'll be far away," Alexa reasoned.
"Oh, please," my mom almost snorted. "There are some weeks I barely see my husband and that's just because he works on another area of the campus. If it weren't for this house, I'd never see him."
My mom looked at me now. "Alex, I'm going to ask you something and I promise you we will all abide by your decision happily. Would you possibly be adverse to allowing my sister to stay in your room over the summer while she decides what she wants to do?"
I made a show of thinking about it, although I knew what the answer was before she'd finished asking the question. I finally nodded.
"Okay, that's cool. Alexa can keep my room. I'm happy to help."
My mom put her hand over her mouth as she tried not to cry in relief. My dad gave me a big grin and a pat on the shoulder. Alexa looked at me, her face at first a mask of no emotion but then a warm smile grew over it and she nodded.
"Thank you, Alex," she said. "It will feel like I have a family."
"You do," mom said, getting out her chair and hugging Alexa. "We are your family, silly."
I continued eating, waiting for the waterworks to stop.
Good thing I'd taken a lot of food.
***
"I'm very proud of what you did tonight, Alex," my mom said as she washed dishes and I dried them. "This whole situation was pretty much thrust on you and you've adapted very well."
"Thanks," I said as I dried a plate and stacked it away. "Gotta be a team player in a family, right?"
"It helps in cases like this," mom agreed. "But I know it'll be a big change for you. And that brings me to another subject."
"Oh? What's that?" I asked, having a small dread that I knew what it was.
Mom paused in her washing. "I'm glad that you're going to try to get along with my sister. I'm glad you two have so quickly begun setting your rules and boundaries, like she's not going to feel like she has to be an authority figure just because she's your aunt. But you'll need to get used to the fact that Alexa is sometimes... different in how she reacts to things and interacts."
"Like what?"
"Well, Europeans are much more... oh, tactile than North Americans tend to be," she explained. "Remember how she kept touching us all through dinner when she was talking with us? That's what they're like, it's part of the way they express themselves and has been for a long time. For continental Europeans it's very much a part of their culture. Not just touching but they also hug much more freely than we do. Your dad and I already resolved that we'll embrace this trait in her, so to speak, but I just want you to be aware of it and not be weirded out by it.""So it's just her being her if she touches my arm or shoulder while she's talking to me or hugging me when we greet one another?" I asked, knowing the answer and very pleased with it, but determined to play dumb and maybe a little reticent about the practice.
"Yes," mom confirmed. "If it gets uncomfortable for some reason, Alex, just tell me and I'll have a little talk with her. I doubt it'll upset her, she's a reasonable girl. I just know you can be territorial about your personal space and want you to at least try and adapt for her, okay?"
"Uh, well, I'll try," I said hesitantly, scratching my head for effect. "No promises but I'll try."
"That's all I ask..." mom said as she nodded in satisfaction and continued with the dishes.
***
I was sitting on my bed later that night, propped up on pillows and working on my laptop. Most guys my age would have been surfing porn, but I was cross-referencing websites about early Iron Age migration patterns and when different language groups came in contact with one another. Dorky, I know, but there's all the time in the world for porn.
Then my computer bipped at me and an icon appeared in the top left corner, indicating I had a Facebook message. It was from Alexa and it indicated that she wanted to be friends on our social media. I clicked 'accept', of course, and she messaged me seconds later, saying she was thrilled that I'd be friends with her here.
'It's so nice to be able to do this!' she typed, punctuating her messages with little thumbs up and heart emojis. 'My mother and I didn't dare have any of you on Facebook or even email in case you were found out, but now we can talk on here all we like!'
'I'm happy about that too,' I replied, smiling as I typed. 'It's a part of my family I didn't even know I was missing, so this is a great chance to make up for lost time.'
'Ikr? I cannot believe how sweet you are all being to me! Thank you so much for everything!'
We conversed back and forth for a while about small things before she seemed to have an idea.
'Alex, do you have Skype? If you do, let's use it! Seems silly to just type when we could talk, even if we are only two floors away from one another!'
I responded that I did have Skype on my laptop and gave her my information. Less than three minutes later, she was calling me and I opened a chat window. I was greeted by her gorgeous face, beaming at me in the low light of my former bedroom.
"Hi, Alex!" she giggled, waving. "This is a great idea, so much more personal than just a messenger system!"
"You'll get no argument from me there," I replied, grinning. "The room meeting your needs?"
"Oh, definitely," she said, nodding. "I'll try to not take over it too much over the summer and rob it of your identity, I promise."
"Hey, do what you need to do," I said shrugging. "I'm not some ten year-old boy worried about cooties and girl-stink."
She laughed and I could make out her shoulders. She seemed to be wearing a sports bra.
"You exercising?" I asked, hoping for a better view.
She looked at me for a moment. "How could you tell?"
"I saw your sports bra for just a moment while you were laughing," I replied.
"Oh," she remarked, looking at one of her shoulders for a second. "I thought you could only see my face and neck. Thought I'd leave a little mystery as to what else I was wearing. Don't want to be a complete open book the very first day I arrive, right?"
"I guess not," I said agreeably. "Well, as you can see, I'm wearing a plain ol' white t-shirt."
She nodded. "I was doing my yoga exercises just before I messaged you. Sports bra's kind of a necessity, because a regular bra just doesn't offer the support for, um..."
"Your indomitable turgor pressure?" I quipped, smirking.
She giggled and nodded. "Yes, my cups runneth over, I admit it. Nice of you to find a funny and intelligent way to say it rather than something more ribald."
"I imagine you must expect that from most of us colonials, right?"
"It was hard to know what to expect, to be honest," she admitted. "I mean, even though I'm actually from here, growing up all over Europe and meeting various tourists from North America gave me a lot of different impressions."
"It's weird to think you've never been back here," I suggested, trying hard to not focus on her neckline now that she'd relaxed the laptop. I could just make out the upper part of the swell of her breasts. "Mom said you've been all over the world with my grandmother but she never dared bring you back here."
Alexa nodded again. "I've been to Israel, Egypt, India, Japan, China, Thailand and Australia, all over Europe, of course, and even to Brazil. But she never took me home, in case my father found out somehow."
I shook my head. "Gonna take me time to adjust to all this, it seems surreal, like a story I'm just reading. You're lucky, though, getting to see all those places. I'd love to do stuff like that."
She smiled warmly. "You will, Alex. I know your mom and dad both want to do some traveling after their next big papers are done, so you'll get the chance to then. Maybe I'll go with you guys, act as a guide."
"That'd be great," I said, grinning. "You'll know all the best everything first-hand."
She nodded and then thought for a moment. "So what were you doing before I messaged you?"
"Oh, nothing important," I said dismissively. "Just looking and cross-referencing some maps about Indo-European language migration through the Balkans. Just idle speculation on my part. Trust me, talking to you is more fun."
"Well, that's good to hear," she replied, winking. "Hey, want to watch me finish up my yoga? I don't have a partner any more, so maybe just someone to keep me company?"
"So just sit here and watch and talk to you?" I asked. "Sure."
She nodded happily and put her laptop on the dresser, with the camera facing out into the room. She made sure I could see her and then went to her yoga mat, which was laid out on the floor. She stepped back and I had to keep my eyes from bugging out of my head- Alexa was wearing just the sports bra and some silk, boy-cut boxers. She kept her hair back in a long braid and took a wide stance on the mat, facing me.
I watched her intently, captivated by her incredible body. As I'd suspected, her waist was tiny and her hips were not as big as her bust but she was still blessed with curves. Her legs were long and supple, very athletic. Everything about her was an erotic fantasy and even though I knew she was raised European and had different ideas of modesty, I couldn't help but fantasize that she was showing off her body to me, trying to turn me on.
And it was working.
I could feel my cock stirring in my pants but I couldn't touch myself as long as my computer was sitting on my lap. She spread her legs farther apart as she went into a lower stance and then pulled her torso to one side, stretching. Her incredible breasts, barely contained by her sports bra, squashed against her taut thigh.
I watched in wonder as she took half an hour to make it through several poses, my favourite of which was where she was lying on her stomach and arching her back before grabbing her heels. Her huge tits kept her from rocking forward and she really had to arch her back almost into a semicircle to make the pose effective. If only she'd been facing me, but I was getting the side view. My cock was throbbing and hard inside my boxers but I didn't touch it, for fear she'd figure out what I was doing.
She finally relaxed and then knelt, taking deep breaths. Her skin was glistening with a thin sheen of cleansing sweat. She approached her laptop and smiled prettily.
"Thanks for staying with me," she said gently. "I'm going to go take a shower now. Talk to you when I get back!" She then waved and wiggled out of the room.
I laid back on my bed and took a deep breath. I still had a huge hard-on and desperately wanted to rub one out, but refrained. One issue with staying in the basement was that the water pipes from all the plumbing were just on the other side of a door into a small room at the back. I could hear water draining through them as she took her shower.
This gave me an idea.
Since I would hear the water turning off, I'd know when she was done with her shower. I jumped off my bed and retrieved my second laptop. While it wasn't quite as powerful as the first one, it did have one distinct advantage in that had a detachable webcam. I placed the laptop I was Skyping with on my bed, facing the big mound of pillows I was propping myself up on.
I then inserted the webcam deep inside the mass of pillows, making sure that it could not be seen but that the lens was clearly focused on my computer screen. I then hurried over to the second laptop and activated the camera, taking a few minutes to make sure it was in perfect focus. I now had a crystal-clear view of my old room.
I was sitting off to the side of the room at the old desk we kept down there, watching the screen intently, making sure everything was on the correct settings. Then I heard the water stop and maybe two minutes later, Alexa walked back into the bedroom, clad only in a towel, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. She stepped up close to the webcam and smiled, clearly expecting to see me.
"Alex?"
She looked confused for a moment. "You there?"
All she could see was my pillows. She made a face for a moment and then shuffled off to the back of the room, near the side of my old bed. Facing away from me, she dropped the towel and I gaped in amazement as her incredible behind came into view. It was perfect, small and taut, muscular from playing some type of sport, obviously. Her tiny waist led into her graceful back, which her wet hair clung to. She bent over slightly, not enough to show me anything except how perfectly-shaped her butt was. She found another pair of silky boy-cut boxers and put them on, one leg at a time.
She then took out a small white tank-top and wiggled it down over her head and shoulders, just turning to the side for the briefest of moments as she pulled it over her breasts- I saw them for a split second, huge and magnificent, with tiny aereolas and nipples. They were very perky in spite of their size, which was unusual but not unheard of for really fit women with strong backs. I looked at the corner of my secondary computer screen, making sure it was recording everything it saw.
She then came back to her laptop and knelt in front of it, pursing her lips and looking either confused or distressed. Clearly she was waiting on me and didn't know where I was. I paused the recording and hurried back to my spot on the bed, crawling on and pulling my laptop back onto my lap, careful not to crush the hidden webcam behind me in the pillows.
"There you are," she said, brightening up when she saw me. "Welcome back."
"Sorry, went to the bathroom," I lied, hoping I had no facial tics or tells that might give me away. "Have a nice shower?"
"Very," she said, nodding. "North American water pressure is quite a bit stronger, generally, so it was very cleansing. I'm not used to a detachable shower head, either."
"Yeah, that'd be mom's idea," I replied, making a wry face. "You probably don't want to know why. God knows I don't."
She giggled at my ribald statement and then propped her chin on her hands, staring at me. Then there was a knock at her door.
"Alexa? How are you, darling?" called my mom from the other side of the door.
Alexa thought for a split second and them put a finger over her lips to shush me. She tapped away on her keyboard for a moment before going over to answer the door. She welcomed my mom into the room, giving her a hug as she did so.
"I was just talking to some friends back in Berlin, updating them on what's happened since my arrival." Alexa said, pointing at her computer screen. It may have sounded initially like a lie, but there was no guarantee she wasn't also Skyping with friends back in Europe while talking to me, was there? It was, perhaps, mere obfuscation, in case my mother thought it was not right for her sister to be Skyping with her son.
My mom looked at the computer screen and smiled. "I'm glad you're able to keep up with your friends and life beck there while you're adjusting here. We'll do everything we can to make sure you feel comfortable."
"Thanks, Karen," Alexa said, smiling warmly and clasping her hands as they sat on the edge of the bed. "That means a lot to me."
Mom nodded. "And really, don't worry about Alex if he seems a little distant or difficult. He'll warm up to you, I promise. It's probably just hard for him to accept that there's an entire aspect to his family life now that he was never aware of of."
Alexa smiled. "I hope so, he seems so nice, I really want to get to know him."
Mom put her hands on Alexa's upper arms and gave them a squeeze. "Be his friend instead of trying to be his aunt and he'll be fine. Michael has no siblings so Alex has no cousins aunts or uncles from that side of the family, just his looney grandparents."
Alexa giggled. "Mom told me what she knew about them. I look forward to meeting them some day."
"We'll see what we can do. Anyways, Michael and I will see you in the morning. You make sure you get a good night sleep, okay?"
"I promise." Alexa said, leaning in and giving her sister a hug and a kiss before my mom left, closing the door behind her. Alexa sat still for a moment before coming back to the computer and pressing some buttons. Then she grinned at me.
"Sorry about that," she said. "Didn't know how my sister would react to me Skyping her son while he was in her basement."
"I get that." I replied, shrugging. "So, the thing about your friends. Was that a lie or a partial truth?"
"Partial truth," she admitted. "I was conversing with them right before you and their webcam is still open, even though they've gone to bed. So it was simply an omission of all facts."
"Clever," I chuckled. "You don't strike me as the lying type."
"I'm glad," she said. Then her voice took on a note of concern. "But what your mom said, about you needing time to warm up to me and come around? Alex, I'm not bothering you, am I?"
"Not at all," I said, shaking my head. "To be honest, I'm amazed at how well I'm getting along with you and I like you already. I guess it really helps that you're my age, not at all what I expected. We're cool, Alexa, no lie."
"Thank God," she said, seeming genuinely relieved. "She had me worried there for a minute."
"I do like trolling my mother and messing with her head, though, so I'll probably continue to pretend this is difficult for me as long as she's around."
Alexa giggled at the thought. "That's so sassy of you! You're a brat, I love it! Well, I'd hate to give it away, so I'll play along when she's around or your father. So what about when they're not?"
"Like I said," I grinned. "We're cool in every way. Be your normal, huggy self."
"I can do that," she agreed. "I suppose I'd better turn in. But I do have a weird question for you."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Well, my friends and I, we often leave our Skype or webcams on overnight, sort of a 'watch over one another' thing. Do you... do you want me to include you in that?"
I thought about what she was suggesting. "That all there is to it? We just keep our webcams trained on each other's beds all night and if one of us wakes up, it's easy to see the other person's not raped or murdered or anything?"
She snickered at the imagery. "It sounds pretty dumb when you put it that way, since you're in the basement of the house I'm staying in. But yes, that's the gist of it. Only difference is, normally I sleep naked."
"Yeah, I do too." I said.
"Well, obviously if we're going to keep our webcams on, we'll have to have some clothes involved," she pointed out. "Does my current attire work for you?"
"Yup," I said, standing and showing her how I was dressed, just my t-shirt and boxers. "Can you live with this?"
She smirked. "You're a guy, you can lose the shirt if you need to. This isn't the 1600's."
"Thank God for that." I muttered, stripping off my shirt and exposing my chest and waist to her. She giggled and made a fanning motion.
"Ooh la-la," she cooed, winking. "Quite a swimmer's build you've got there, nephew-mine."
"So I've been told," I remarked, pleased by her reaction. "My dad keep telling me that one day my body will grown into my brain."
She put her hand over her mouth and giggled. "Well, if Gigantor says you will, then you probably will. That man is ungodly huge. I really hope your mom's a cowgirl."
"Oh, ew," I replied, wrinkling my nose in distaste at the image of my parents fucking. "There's an image I didn't need."
"It's not so bad if you're not their kid," she lilted, smirking at my discomfiture. "Your parents are pretty awesome, Alex. I owe them a lot."
"Well, just try not to pay them back by making my eyes bleed with that sort of imagery, okay?" I insisted.
"I promise," she said, smiling and winking. "Alright, my computer's set up where it will be staying for the night, I'll give you a moment to place yours."
I nodded and looked around the room, deciding on a TV tray, which I set up close to the bed, enough to let her see the length of my body. I also subtly removed the webcam from between my pillows and put it with the other one. I then clambered onto the bed and smiled at her.
"It gets really dark down here, Alexa, so I'm gonna switch the camera's mode to starlight so you can see me through a creepy green and black filter, okay?"
She nodded, already back on her own bed and pulling up the sheets. "Sounds great Alex. See you in the morning."
She blew me a kiss and laid down, probably falling into a deep sleep by the time her head hot the pillow. I watched her for a few moments before turning off my own lights and then drifting off to sleep, making sure I had my sheets secured around my waist, in case she woke up and looked my way. If I was going to have the dreams I expected to have, I didn't want to be sporting a massive boner the first time she saw me.I was waking the following morning because someone was caressing my hair. Gentle fingers stroked through it as a soft voice gently lifted me out of slumber.
"Hey, sleepyhead," said a newly familiar voice. "Ready to join the living?"
I rolled onto my back and groaned my way through a big stretch while Alexa, my nineteen year-old aunt, sat next to me. I was vaguely aware of a soft source of light not far away and assumed that she must have turned on a lamp when she came down so she could see when she woke my up.
I blinked my eyes awake and saw her sitting next to me on the edge of my bed. Her hand was still in my hair but she wasn't looking at my face. She was, in fact, looking down my body and wearing a rather amused smirk.
I looked down and went pale- beneath the sheet that was covering me, I was sporting ahugeerection.
"Oh, shit!" I said hastily as I sat up, almost bringing my knees to my chest in attempt to hide my shame. "I'm... oh, God, I'm so sorry, Alexa!"
She gave me a wry grin. "Why? Because you're a functional male who gets morning wood? What's to be offended about? Were you raping kittens in your sleep?"
I shook my head. "No, of course not."
"So, then you either have to go to the bathroom or were having perfectly normal dreams, what's the big deal pardon the expression."
"I... I'm just sorry you saw me like this." I said, no doubt still crimson with embarrassment.
"Oh, please," she said, rolling her eyes and smiling. "There's co-ed changerooms all over Europe. If I had a nickel for every uncircumcised johnson that I saw in the shower or tenting a blanket during a camping trip..."
She smiled at me. "Trust me, it's not a problem, Alex. Would you expect me to be embarrassed if my nipples started involuntarily poking out of my shirt if I got cold?"
"No, I guess not." I said.
"It's not like you showed up in my room, waving that thing in my face, you were asleep." Alexa reasoned. "Anyway, I didn't come down here to freak you out. It's six am and I meant to ask if your parents went running or something, because they're not here."
"Oh, uh, yeah," I said, trying to distract myself from my hard-on, which seemed determined to not go away. "Yeah, they run in the morning every day before they go to work."
"Hm, I should probably go with them, if they wouldn't mind," she mused, staring off at the wall and mercifully no longer at my erection. "What do you think?"
"Well, if you're a runner it's not a bad idea, they're pretty dedicated. I've thought about going with them, but never really did."
"Just something to consider, then," she said, smiling and now giving my knee a squeeze. "Well, I'll go back upstairs and leave you to your, um, business. Your mom bought some European-style coffee for me and I'm going to make some, if you want any."
She then turned and wiggled her way up the stairs. This was the first time I noticed she was wearing her tank top and boxers from the night before. And it still looked completely amazing on her.
Once she was gone, I sank bank onto my bed, my hands over my voice and groaning in despair. Why thehelldid she have to come down at that moment? I couldn't even remember what I was dreaming about now! All I could picture was my boner and her looking on in bemusement, wondering what sort of pervert I was.
I slung my feet out of bed and trudged my way toward the bathroom. Taking a leak didn't help, so I began running my hands under ice-cold water from the faucet and stared at the toilet brush. Soon enough, my third leg was gone and I could safely go upstairs. I put on a robe and shuffled up to the kitchen, where Alexa was making the strong-smelling coffee. She beamed a lovely smile at me and came over to give me a hug.
"Good to see you, Alex," she whispered in my ear. "Thanks for coming up."
"No problem," I replied, hugging her back. "Sorry about earlier."
"I told you, silly, no worries." Alexa said, smiling at me now and releasing me to continue making coffee. I was glad to see she'd also put on a robe, which was probably a good idea for when my folks got home. She was wearing it somewhat loosely and the swell of her bosom pulled the top apart and definitely created some cleavage.
She finished the coffee and poured us each a large cup. I was amused when she added sweetened condensed milk to hers, but apparently it was something she'd learned in Thailand, so I just ran with it. Me, I took my coffee black. We leaned against the kitchen island and conversed for a few minutes, perfectly comfortable with our proximity to one another, no more than two feet apart.
"Hey, may I asked you something?" Alexa interjected. I nodded my assent. "Well, I'm crazy about taking pictures in my life and I have absolutely none of you or the two of us. May I take our very first picture together?"
I nodded again and she seemed very pleased. She fished a small cellphone out of her robe pocket and then came over to me and snuggled into my side. She held the camera up over us and snapped a few pictures. On the last one she turned her head and kissed my cheek, causing my eyes to go wide and her to giggle.
But then we heard the front door opening and I immediately retreated to the far side of the island, where I sat on a stool and continued drinking my coffee. Alexa winked at me right before my parents came in.
"Hey, you!" my mom said brightly as she saw her sister. She and dad were both wearing their jogging sweats and judging by the look of them, they'd run to the moon and back, they were both soaked. Regardless, Alexa hugged them both and offered to make them coffee. They said maybe after they showered and changed, since they were both sweating messes. But then my mom saw me sitting on the far side of the island, as far away as I could be while still technically inhabiting the kitchen with them.
"Alex!" mom scolded, giving me a look. "Act like a higher primate and get over here and be sociable! Have you even said one word to your aunt yet?"
"Yeah," I said plainly. "She was telling me all about Thai coffee right before you got home."
"All the same, quit being such a grump and join the rest of us!" mom said firmly. I sighed and pulled up a seat closer to them, now part of the group. Mom nodded, finally satisfied with my efforts to be sociable.
"Okay, Mike and I are going to go get cleaned up and then we'll be back. Alex, be a gracious host for a change and talk to your aunt."
With that, the two of them went upstairs and we waited until we heard the door to their bedroom close. Once it did, Alexa exhaled and giggled.
"Nice acting there, Olivier," she quipped reaching over and tousling my hair. "I think you've got them completely fooled."
"Thanks," I replied, pleased for whatever reason with her reaction. "As long asyouknow it's just an act."
"I wouldn't if I weren't in on the the gag," she said, grinning. "I guess my part is to just pretend to be patient, right?"
"I have no idea, to be honest," I admitted. "I've never pretended to not like a girl before."
"So youdolike me," she almost purred, grinning again. "Well that's good to know, because I'd hate to think you were just putting up with me or humouring me."
"No, I genuinely like you," I replied. "You're a lot cooler and more fun than I thought you would be."
"How do you know I'm cool or fun?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "We haven't even left the house since I got here yesterday."
I shrugged. "No one who's traveled Europe and sleeps with a webcam trained on them can be boring. I was expecting more of a scholarly dork like my mother, not to mention someone close to her age."
"Well, thank you, that means a lot to me," she said, smiling prettily and giving my hand a squeeze. "And I'm finding you quite fun to be around as well. It's good to already have a friend."
"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" I mused, smiling.
"So what do you think we'll be doing today?" she asked, her hand still on mine.
"I dunno," I replied, thinking about it. "Do you wanna go with mom and dad to the university and check it out?"
She thought about that. "Well, maybe. Will you come along to show me around?"
I nodded. "Sure, I'd be happy to. My courses finished early last week but there'll still be lots of people around and it'll be lively."
"Perfect!" she exclaimed, clearly delighted to have me along so she didn't have to meander alone.
We waited for my parents to come downstairs and Alexa gave them coffee. Then she sprang her question.
"So I was wondering if I might accompany you two today to the campus?" she suggested in a tentative voice. "Thought I would give it the once-over, maybe start getting a feel for if it's where I want to be."
Mom and dad looked at one another and then back at her. "That's not a bad idea, Alexa, but we'll both be busy all day," my mother said. "We won't exactly be around to give you a tour."
"Oh, okay." Alexa said. "I can still go and walk around on my own, then just meet you when it's time to come back."
"Nonsense," my dad snorted, pausing in drinking his coffee and looking at me. "Alex, you go with her, show her around."
I raised an eyebrow. "Me."
"Yes, you," dad said, staring at me levelly. "It's not like you have anything better to do. I heard you talking to one of your friends the other day, saying that your plans for today included playing video games and stuffing your face."
I sighed, clearly resigned to my task.
"Oh, cheer up, peanut," she mom said cheerfully. "Be polite and show your aunt around and we'll all go out to that Mongolian grill for dinner after your dad and I are done. Playing tour guide for one day won't kill you."
Alexa looked at me with her eyebrow raised. "Peanut?"
I went scarlet as I sat there and she began giggling. My dad chuckled and needlessly explained. "Used to be one of his childhood nicknames, that and 'Thunky'."
"Thunky..." Alexa choked out, trying not to burst out laughing.
"Yeah, your sister called him 'Peanut' because he was so cute," dad continued. "I called him 'Thunky' because his head was gigantic on a tiny body. Like an orange on a toothpick. His head made a 'thunk' noise on the floor whenever he got unbalanced and tipped over, hence 'Thunky'."
It was too much. Rather than burst, Alexa chose to let it out and began laughing hysterically. Her cup trembled on the table from her hand shaking so hard. Even my mom was snickering at my father's rather blunt explanation of how I acquired my nicknames. I just sat there sullenly, taking my licks and knowing better than to try and respond.
"Alright, alright," I groused. "Anything to make this stop."
"Thank you, baby," my mom said before getting up and walking away. "Be ready in about forty-five minutes." My dad stood up and joined her, heading upstairs. Alexa was still snickering when I looked at her. She stopped and cleared her throat, composing herself.
"So," she said quietly. "Thank you for doing this, Alex. It means a lot to me."
"Well, in spite of all that nonsense, I'm still happy to do it," I sighed. "Just promise me that'll you'll try to find out embarrassing crap about me directly from me so that I don't have to go through that again."
"Oh, that all depends," Alexa said, tracing a finger around the edge of her coffee cup. "If you tell the stories as humorously as your dad does, then I'll agree. Otherwise, I'm going to him for the dirt on you."
"Yeah, my dad's a regular bard, isn't he?" I muttered. "For the record, I'm pretty damn funny when I choose to be. At least let me attempt to tell you before you go running back to him. After all, saving some shred of my dignity is all I'm gonna come away with from this."
"Oh, not true," she said as she finished her coffee and came around the table to hug me from behind, her arms around my chest and her breasts squashed into my back. "You're making your new friend Alexa feel very welcome and at home. And she appreciates it."
And then she gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed me before heading upstairs. As she was ascending she slipped off her robe, revealing her tank-top and boxers from last night. She looked back at me and winked before disappearing.
I sighed and went downstairs, still feeling her arms around my and her lips on my cheek.
And yet another damn boner.
***
"So are you two going to ride with us?" mom asked as we were all getting ready to head out the door.
"I think it makes more sense for me to take her in my car," I replied, checking my jeans for my keys. "That way if she finishes touring or gets bored we're not reliant on you for mobility."
"That sounds good," she said before looking at Alexa. "Make sure he actually talks in the car and tries to be engaging, okay?"
I rolled my eyes as Alexa giggled and nodded. Out we went and clambered into our vehicles. We had three, since mom and dad each had one and I had my car. As we were pulling out of the driveway, Alexa was looking at the property. I couldn't help but notice how remarkably pretty she looked, wearing her golden hair in a long braid, a form-fitting printed t-shirt with a v-neckline and another pair of the European jeans that looked like they were painted on her. She was wonderful to look at.
"You guys have a nice backyard," she remarked. "Is that a hot tub on the veranda?"
"Yup," I replied, nodding. "I like it, use it a lot after a good workout."
"Ooh, gotta try that," she said, grinning. She pulled out her phone and began recording herself, speaking to the camera in what sounded to me like Danish. She pointed the camera at me and mentioned my name but I was driving and didn't turn my face toward it. After about a minute she put it away and smiled happily. "So what'll we do when we get to campus?"
"Depends, I guess. Am I right in assuming you're more interested in the arts like me, rather than the applied sciences like my mom and dad?"
She nodded. "I can do cold, hard math and chem, but they're not my passion. I'm more into history and other humanities, anthropology and so on."
"Then you'll need to check out the same part of campus I attend," Alex concluded. "There's a cluster of buildings where the liberal arts and humanities are all taught, it's pretty convenient. Some student housing nearby and a nice commons building where we can grab something to eat when you get hungry."
We talked some more about the campus and what we were both thinking of studying. We eventually entered the university grounds and we pulled off from following my dad's vehicle. He waved out the window as we went our own way. Alexa spent a lot of time looking at the campus and the buildings, along with the grounds. She remarked about it being pretty.
"I'm sure a lot of the buildings look really new to you." I mentioned as I drove. "I know some of the universities in Europe are nearly a thousand years old and some of the buildings must be a few centuries. Oldest buildings here are maybe a hundred."
"It's still very pretty to look at," she said, still staring. "Oh, are there always deer walking around randomly on campus?"
"Yeah, it happens quite a bit," I replied. "It's one of the attractive features of coming here, so students know better to mess with them. The faculty and the student council have come down like the Hammer of Thor on morons who harass the fauna."
"That's encouraging to hear. So you'll just be my tour guide around the place while I check things out? I don't plan to register today or anything."
I nodded. "Sounds good. We'll wander around and I'll tell you about all the buildings and some of our profs."
We eventually found a parking lot near the building I took most of my courses in and parked. I got out of the car and started to show her around. Predictably by now, Alexa had her cellphone out and was taking pictures of everything that caught her attention. She put her arm through mine casually as we walked and I made no demur. It felt nice to have a pretty girl on my arm, even if she was my aunt.
Not that anyone around us knew that.
I was indeed getting subtle looks from people as we walked around, with me pointing things out to her and laughing as I told her stories about some of the insane things that had happened on campus. I waved to quite a few people who called out to me as we walked by.
"Well, you seem popular," Alexa said lightly as we strolled around. "Especially for a freshman. Your girlfriend here on campus with you?"
I looked down at her. "What girlfriend?"
She now looked back up at me. "Am I to understand you don't have a girl? How the hell is that possible?"
"I dunno," I replied, shrugging. "I've mostly been focusing on my studies, to be honest. Yeah, there's a few girls I've gone out with, but nothing long-term or serious."
"That's hard to believe, you're so handsome," she said, as if it was common knowledge. "Are girls really this frigid around here?"
"It's probably not that," I said, blushing. "And it's not that I'm playing hard to get, either. It's just that, well, none of the girls around are worth spending my time on when I could be acing my studies and other activities."
"So you don't even have a casual partner, a fuck-buddy?" she almost exclaimed loudly, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
She stopped our walk and looked up at me, her eyes serious. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
I almost laughed. "No, I'm not a virgin," I said as I made us resume our walk. "I'm not the most experienced guy out there, but I've been with a my share of girls and they never complained. It was just never serious for me."
"Well, that's good to hear," she said. "At least you're not some big, slobbering virgin."
"I take it your life in Europe was not without its hedonistic trysts?" I inquired.
She smiled. "It's safe to say I've been active, not to mention I'm bisexual," she stated, taking another picture of us as we walked. "So I've always had it easy when it came to finding playmates."
"I'd imagine so, looking the way you do." I added, smiling and giving her arm I was holding a squeeze.
"Oh, that's sweet of you," she said, beaming a smile at me and returning the squeeze. "But seriously, you should at least find a girl who can be a friend with benefits for you, Alex. You're going to explode if you don't."
"Sounds great, but most of the girls I would consider for that role wouldn't go for it and the ones who would I am worried have more diseases than a biological weapons lab. People don't really carry around sexual resumes here."
She giggled and put her cheek to my shoulder for a moment, snuggling me as we walked. The she saw a sign and her eyes lit up. "You have a hedge maze here on campus? Show me, I love hedge mazes!"
Our university did indeed have a hedge maze, thanks to our established and renowned botanical sciences department. We also had a small but decent Japanese garden as well as a Victorian one. I told her we'd see those later but for now, the hedge maze.
The university was proud of it, and rightly so. It was very well-maintained and the walls were thick and lustrous. It was also quite high, the best part of ten feet. Overhead lights were spaced around the maze and turned on after dark to prevent excessive abuse of the dark and remote locale. During the weekdays during class hours, though, traffic was minimal.
In we went and she seemed genuinely thrilled to be walking around. Her camera saw plenty of use as we wandered about. The walkways were carpeted with lush green grass and just wide enough for Alexa and I to walk side-by-side if she pressed a little closer to me. Eventually I just put my arm around her.
"That feels nice," she said softly. "It's nice to have someone you can be comfortable with physically."
"Yeah, it is." I agreed, smiling down at her. We walked around for a bit, determined to get lost. Finally we found the center of the maze, a small open area with a small sculpture at the center, a bronze sphere sitting on top of a tapering stone plinth. It was maybe five feet tall and had a plaque with a Latin inscription. She took a picture of us in front of it, wearing cheesy grins.
***