First Day: Unwanted Guests
1002 Words
"Ah, what a surprise visit, Aunt Victoria!" I exclaimed, quickly relieving her of her bag and ushering her inside.
"My paternal aunt, my father's little sister, was a complex figure - while she had a tendency to be a bit of a killjoy, I couldn't deny the unsettling attraction I felt towards her. Despite her age, she exuded a captivating sensuality that left me torn between fascination and guilt."
Most times, I would be tempted to jerk off to her picture, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Look at you, Jake, you're all grown up!" she cooed, ruffling my hair as she followed me into the sitting room. Her familiar, yet slightly annoying, tone was already starting to grate on my nerves.
"I couldn't help but notice that you still look as stunning as ever," I said, embracing her warmly. As we hugged, I was aware of the curves of her body, including her full breasts, which pressed against me.
"Victoria, it's so great to see you! It feels like ages since your last visit," Celina exclaimed, emerging from the kitchen with a warm smile. She enveloped her sister-in-law in a tight hug, asking, "How's the family? And where's Ken?”
Victoria's face clouded over at the mention of Ken, and she let out a deep sigh before sinking into the chair. "Ken and I... we're divorced," she said, her voice tinged with bitterness. "He was a cheat and a liar, and I'm better off without him. I'm finally free, and I have to say, I'm loving the peace and quiet. No more drama, no more stress. Just me, myself, and I." She concluded, a hint of liberation in her voice.
I quickly headed to the kitchen to prepare a soothing cup of tea for Victoria, hoping it would help calm her nerves as she shared her story with Celina.
Just as they were getting into the conversation, the doorbell rang again. I swiftly got up to answer it, and my eyes widened as I opened the door to find two more unexpected visitors standing on our porch, bringing with them a whole new set of problems.
It was Dave, my father's elder brother, and his stunning young wife, Betty, standing at the door. I was surprised to see them, especially since Dave had been a widower for so long.
His first wife had passed away during childbirth, and he had remained single until he met Betty. From what I knew, Betty was a kind and genuine person who had truly fallen in love with Dave, not just his wealth or social status, at least that's what the old man believed.
I entertained the guests, trying to make them feel welcome, while Celina was busy in the kitchen cooking breakfast and preparing Christmas dishes for the family and our unexpected visitors.
Just as we were starting to settle in, another group of uninvited guests arrived. It was Aunt Linda, one of my father's distant cousins, and her husband, Uncle Jeremy. I put on a cheerful face and greeted them warmly. "Welcome, Aunt Linda and Uncle Jeremy!" I exclaimed, hugging them both tightly.
But despite my outward display of joy, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration inside. Why did they have to come visiting at the worst possible time? I thought to myself, trying to push aside my growing annoyance.
We spent the day enjoying breakfast together and catching up on each other's lives, but Sharon remained noticeably absent. She hadn't come out of her room all day, and I was starting to get worried.
Luckily, the stream of unexpected guests had stopped, and our home was finally quiet. I excused myself from the gathering and sneaked into Sharon's room, concerned about her well-being.
I had expected to find her either studying or still recovering from last night's hangover, but what I saw took me aback. Instead of being asleep or engrossed in her books, Sharon was curled up on her bed, tears streaming down her face. My heart sank as I realized that something was seriously wrong.
I swiftly went near her and asked, "Sharon, what's the matter?" I was concerned about her sudden change in behavior. "You weren't like this yesterday, what came over you?" I inquired, trying to understand what was troubling her.
She took a deep breath before answering, her voice trembling. "It was my boyfriend," she said, her words barely above a whisper. "I caught him cheating with someone else, and when I confronted him, he threatened to break up with me..." Her voice cracked as she struggled to hold back tears.
But then her expression changed, and a hint of determination crept into her voice. "...so I broke up with him instead," she said, a sense of resolve in her words. "That was why I came home late last night, totally drunk," Sharon explained, tears streaming down her face as she relived the painful memory.
"It's okay, Sharon, I'm here to console you," I said, trying to offer her some comfort. "The bastard doesn't deserve your love," I added, feeling a surge of anger towards her ex-boyfriend. I gently moved her head closer to my shoulder, trying to be supportive.
As I held her, I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my body. I tried my best to ignore it, focusing on cheering her up and making her laugh. But just as I thought I was succeeding, her eyes darted downwards, and she suddenly burst into laughter. I followed her gaze, and my face flushed with embarrassment as I realized what had caught her attention.
“It's a natural reaction.” I Said, trying to hide the little monster from view.
“I know, he was also trying to console me.” She burst into laughter as she held it firmly in her hands.
She quickly peeled off my boxers, unleashing the monster from its dungeon. “Let me help you cool off, she Said, packing her hair into a ponytail.
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