My mother turned to me and gave me a quick hug, and spoke into my ear.
“You be good, and don’t knock anybody up while you’re away.”
“Jesus Christ mom!”
She laughed and pulled away, smiling at me. Her hand moved to my hair, which she ruffled into a mess.
As I was smoothing out the chaos she had imposed upon me, I saw another strange expression when she cast a glance over her shoulder at my aunt.
“Love you kiddo.” And then she was gone.
I was puzzled. Were they estranged? It sure seemed that way. That would explain why I hadn’t seen my Aunt Freya in such a long time.
Speaking of which, I was seeing her right now, and my childhood impression of her was spot on. I don’t want to describe her disrespectfully, but my monkey brain was entirely disrespectful in its assessment of her appearance.
She was slightly overweight, sure, but it suited her well. Her black hair was cut short, only down past her ears, and stunningly intoxicating, intelligent eyes stared out from behind her bangs. Yes, she was busty, and yes, she had wide hips and thick thighs, but those eyes were what held my gaze the most. They were penetrating, and at the thought of that word, something stirred in my pants, which I ferociously crushed with force of will. No way in hell was I going to let myself become enamored with a member of my own family.
I’d like to call back to when I described seeing the same sights with the same eyes but seeing something entirely different in it the second time around. This was not the case here. She was just as beautiful as I remembered, and I felt a slight blush in my cheeks, but not so deep to be noticeable. It was easily written off as exertion from hauling my overstuffed bags from the car and up her porch.
Our gazes locked, and I worried that she was giving me a cold glare. Images of a very tense and unpleasant stay zipped through my imaginative mind, but quickly vanished when her expression softened and she gave me the warm smile I had anticipated upon our initial arrival.
“Hey there cutie. Do ya still got that burning crush for me you had when you were just a little thing?”
I swear her smile was sly now. Was she really going to tease me the second we reconnected?
“Jesus Christ!” I said for the second time, and then she smiled even wider.
I had one hand slightly covering my face in embarrassment, but I did smile at the comment, and she laughed herself.
“I was really hoping that wouldn’t come up, to be completely honest.”
“I know it, but I couldn’t resist teasing you. You’re still adorable when you blush, by the way. Now come with me and we’ll get you all settled into your new room.”
Deeply relieved at the change of topic, I followed her up the stairs to – god dammit I was staring at her ass – my new room.
While I unpacked my bags, we caught up on things. It was the usual ‘How is so-and-so?’ and ‘What are you studying?’ and ‘It’s good to see you.’
It really was good to see her. She was a great conversationalist, causing me to open up and speak freely and comfortably. It was nice, despite my eyes constantly flicking down to her bosom and back up to her eyes. The wall behind her became of great interest to me after a while.