"Stories 18+" Abused Aunt Jean C3

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Stories 18+ Abused Aunt Jean C3
"Do you... um, kinda know how much a makeover at a spa would cost?"

"Mmm... maybe between... oh... $250 at the low end, up to... without getting too extravagant, maybe $600."

Ron's eyes grew large. "That much?"

Betty Thompson grinned. "Beauty isn't cheap, Ron." Her smile stayed in place but her brow pinched. "Why... why do you want to know all this?"

He had this part planned out. "Well... Jean's... my Aunt Jean's birthday is coming up, and I remembered that commercial I'd seen before about the spa, the... the hairstyling, and... some of that other stuff, and the... the commercial said it made a great gift."

"Oh... uh-huh, I recall that commercial. I think... I think there's one of their spas near the Oak Brook Center."

"Do you think it would be a nice birthday gift?"

"Mmm... yes. Most everyone likes to feel pampered once in a while."

"There... there'd probably be... like different plans? Wouldn't there? You know, different things included in various makeovers? Right? So... different prices?"

Betty Thompson smiled again. "Yes, probably."

"If I call and... and then write down what's in each... plan... option, whatever they call it, would... I mean, could you explain what it is, you know, the items on the..."

Mrs. Thompson grinned and interrupted, "Why don't we call right now? We'll put it on speaker phone, you can talk and if I think of any good questions that you don't, then I'll ask."

Ron smiled. "Mrs. T, that'd be great."

"Just tell them you're thinking of giving it as a gift, and have them explain everything that's included with... with each plan."

The traffic was heavy for some reason. He figured there was road repairs up ahead. He looked at the dashboard clock. There was still plenty of time.

"Why won't you tell me where we're going, and... and why did you tell me to wear this... this new dress?"

"Well... you look awesome in that dress." He had probably sounded like an idiot, but he had even asked Mrs. Thompson what a woman would wear to the spa, explaining he wanted it to be a surprise and just take Jean there without her knowing where they were going, so he had to tell her what to wear, so she wouldn't feel weird showing up wearing something that would be dumb to wear to a spa. He now realized he had probably prodded Mrs. T to say a little dress like Jean was wearing would be appropriate. He had wanted to see Jean in it. It was one of the mini dresses he had gotten her. He had really been putting a dent in his college savings but it was all too much fun for him to care and it was for Jean.

"Where are we going?" She saw him smile but he didn't even glance at her. They had already gone clothes shopping three times. "Are we going to the mall again? Ron... I really don't need any more new clothes, and... and we better not be going back to look at bikinis again. I'm never going to wear any thong bikini... ever." 

Ron grinned then chuckled. "Man... you would look so hot in one of those."

"Just... just tell me where we're going."

"All right. We're... we're going to your birthday present."

"My birthday present? My birthday isn't until December."

"I guess that means your early birthday gift."

They were headed to the mall, she guessed that much. She wondered what the surprise was going to be, or if it was just going to be another forced shopping trip. She had gotten everything he wanted. He had spent his money which she was going to reimburse him for, write a check as an additional birthday or Christmas gift, or most likely as an 'off to college' gift. They turned onto the highway along the vast parking lot of the mall. She gazed at the buildings trying to guess if he had one of the large anchor stores in mind, then instead of turning right, he turned left into a shopping and professional building strip across from the mall proper. "What's over here?" She looked at him, again he didn't face her and just smiled.

Ron had made a dry run the previous day. He pulled around to the rear of the high rise office building into an area with more shops. He parked. "We're here." He shut off the engine, removed his seat belt, and opened his door. "Come on."

She glanced at the boutiques. "Ron, I really don't need anymore clothes." She exhaled sharply and got out of the car. Ron wanted to take her hand. "I.... I don't know if we should hold hands in pub..."

He interrupted, "We will now though." He took her hand. He didn't think they'd see anyone who knew them and if they did, holding hands wasn't that big of a deal. He was taking her to her surprise "birthday present." He'd hold her hand for that. 

They stepped onto the sidewalk and Jean wondered what clothes he had in mind. She only saw a couple clothing shops down the walkway. He suddenly pulled her to the side towards the double glass doors of a separate building. He opened one. She stepped into the foyer, not noticing the writing on the door. "What's this place?" She pulled off her sun glasses.

"Your birthday present." He grinned.

He had told Jean to call his cell when she was finished. After Jean had gone through the doors to the spa area Ron had asked the receptionist how long the makeover might take, so when Jean called, he was already sitting in his car outside the building. He told her to just walk outside and he'd magically appear. He grabbed the long stemmed rose he had bought before driving back and jogged to the doors of the spa. He grinned when Jean came around the corner and turned towards him. He opened the door for her. He gazed at her hairstyle and his grin grew. She totally looked like a college babe now. 

Her eyes teared. "Are... are you laughing at it?"

"What?" His grin shrank and his brow pinched as he looked into her eyes.

"Are... are you laughing at my hair? Does... does it look awful? Does... does it... I mean... can you notice... um..." She pulled her sunglasses out of her purse, and opened them.

"Hey... don't put those on yet. Jean... you... you looked awesome before today, and now you look..." He grinned again. "Awesom-er. The haircut.. hairstyle looks great on you." He shook his head. "Jeezuz."

Jean tensed again. "What?"

"No one is going to believe you're my aunt. You... and this is the truth, Jean, you look, like I've said a few times, you look like some college chi... girl."

She started to relax. "So... so my hair is... is all right?"

He gave her the rose and then kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful. Happy birthday, Jean."

Her eyes welled up. Her face scrinched. "Why... why are you... doing all this?"

"You... you told me not to tell you."

"What?" She sniffled, then opened her purse, put her sunglasses in and took out some tissues. She wiped her eyes and nose. "What?"

Ron put his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, let's go to the car." He looked both ways and stepped off the curb.

"You... you really think I look okay with this cut?"

"Jean, when I say you look great, or hot, or beautiful, I mean it every time I say it. So, yeah, the do looks great on you."

"I... I never had any of that done before, I mean not like today. I... I was... was glad you didn't tell me about it, because... I... I would have been so nervous." She started crying softly.

Ron was totally confused. He stopped and put his arms around her. It was the only thing he could think of to do. It seemed she liked the spa from what she was saying but the crying didn't make sense if she liked it. He kissed her temple.

"Ron..." She sniffled. "We can't do this out in the open like this."

"Jean, we're just hugging. So... are you... like upset? I... I meant it as a surprise, as... as a surprise gift... I... I thought you'd like it. I... I even asked Mrs. T... Thompson if it was a good birthday gift for..."

Jean tensed and interrupted, "You... you talked to Mrs. Thompson about it?"

"Yeah, a little."

Jean pushed away. "What... what did you talk to her about?"

"I asked her if it'd be a nice gift for your birthday. I... I asked about what it was, you know, a spa day, a spa..." He didn't want to say 'makeover.' "You know, a haircut, a... a manicure, all that stuff. She helped explain the stuff I didn't know about, like... like the color coordinator, you know the..."

"The fashion color coordinator consultation."

She had stopped crying so he chanced a small smile. "Yeah... yeah, that thing."

Her eyes teared more. "Did... did you do this... thinking... thinking it would make me... feel better about... about the way I look?" A tear ran down her face.

He didn't know what to say. Maybe somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that, but the main reason was that he thought she'd look hotter with a different hairdo. She had very nice hair but it looked like she just put waves in it as an afterthought since she stopped wearing it in that stupid half-assed pony tail after he had asked her to stop doing that. It would have looked better just straight. It looked great, all sexy and mused up when they screwed but she couldn't have it like that all the time. He recalled the word Mrs. T had used. "I... I thought you'd enjoy being pampered for a few hours. I... I thought you'd like it."

"It... it was very nice. I... I did like it." She started crying softly again and let Ron hug her close. "I know I shouldn't... be... crying but... but I can't help it. You've been so sweet. Thank you, Ron... thank you so much. It was a wonderful gift."

"So... so that means you... you liked it?"

She giggled and cried. "Y-y-yes!" She thought about the hairstylist. He had been so gay, yet so up front and frank about her disfigurement, that it hadn't upset her, it was almost like being with one of the numerous doctors and surgeons she had seen over the years. He told her they should ignore it, and go with the shape of her face to determine the cut that would look best on her. He had complimented the quality of her hair and asked what products she used. She had been embarrassed when she told him she used whatever shampoo and conditioner she found on sale. She was glad the somewhat layered style they decided on, could hide her eye socket some and not have it seem odd that it did. It was also nice she wasn't going to have to use a curling iron on it.

Chapter 8

Jean's jaw was clenched. She was standing in her bedroom by her bed strewn with a half dozen garments. She was barefoot, wearing white panties from the half dozen Ron had picked out at Victoria's Secret, and a white cotton, wide strapped tank top. Her arms were folded across her chest. She was glaring at Ron. "I want to wear the beige shorts with this top!"

"No! Why do you always want to dress like an old lady? Those are just like your stupid baggy blue jean shorts!"

"No they aren't like my blue jean shorts!" She pointed at them. "These are pleated cotton shorts! Women wear them to... to barbecues and... and pool parties!"

"Yeah, old ladies wear those! You look like a college girl! College girls wear stuff like that light blue tank dress!"

"I told you, I'm not wearing that! And I'm not a college girl!"

"Well, you're not an old lady either!"

"Those aren't old lady shorts! You even said they looked good on me when we bought them! And... and college girls wear them too!"

He wondered why they were shouting. He lowered his volume, "Okay... wear that top but... but put on the white mini skirt."

"I can't wear a white skirt with a white top, you idiot!"

"Is that your bikini top under your shirt?"

"No, it's a bra!"

"Take that off! You look better without it!"

"NO! I'm not... I'm not not wearing a bra!"

His intense expression started to soften, then he smiled. "What the hell did you just say? You're not-not what?!" He started laughing. "Does that mean you ARE going to wear it, or NOT going to wear one?!" He laughed harder.

"It means... It means..." She exhaled sharply, then a smile started forming on her lips. "It means SHUT UP!" She pushed him onto the bed and then climbed on top of him, straddling him with knees, then lowering her butt onto crotch. She leaned forward, grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed. "Shut up. Quit arguing with me."

"I would if you'd stop being so dumb." He chuckled but stopped quickly. Her eyes welled slightly. His voice softened, "Jean, really. I think... wearing a skirt, you'd... okay, you're not a college girl, but you look like you are, and you're not as old as Mrs. Thompson, or... any of the parents. I'd... I'd really like to see you again in one of the skirts I got you. I... I think even... you know, some of the moms there might have a short skirt on, really, and... and you look good in... I mean the skirt looks good on you."

"Ron... it's... it's not really the clothes I'm... I'm worried about."

His brow pinched. He wondered if she was concerned he was going to act like she was his girlfriend in front of everyone. They had gone over all that. "Is it... is it me you're worried about?"

"Huh? No. I... I'm nervous because... because I haven't... haven't been to a party, at least not a party like this, in a... in a really long time."

"Jean, we've... we've talked some... I mean are you worried, about... ahh... your..."

"My... my eye?"

"Yeah. Jean I really don't think that it's..."

She interrupted, "Yes, I am worried about... about that, but... I'm worried about just... just being at the party."

"I don't know what all the parents are like, but... Mrs. T is cool, and... listen, I'll just stick with you the whole time. I mean, you're the one I want to be with anyway."

Jean was tempted to tell him if that was true then why didn't they just stay home. She owed it to him to go, to act normal. She was scared she'd not be able to. She knew people would stare. "No... you... you can't do that, it... it wouldn't look right. We talked about that."

"Jean?"

"What?"

"You're making my cock get hard and it's difficult for me to think about anything other than being inside you right now."

She wiggled her hips. Her pussy was pressing right against his burgeoning cock. She was so nervous about the party that she surprisingly wasn't feeling any tingling. "Do... why don't we..." Her eyes welled more.

"What?"

"Nothing. I... I was going to say... maybe we should just stay home and... and we could have our own party, but... but you want to go and it'd be rude to... to the Thompson's not to go."

Ron twisted his hands and got them out from her light grip. His palms caressed her hips. 

"I'm... nervous about being around so many people because... because it's a party, and... and I am worried about... about wearing... um..."

"Jean, really, a top like you have on and a... one of those skirts look great on you. I really have seen some of the moms wearing that sort of thing and... and you're young. It fits... I mean your age and the clothes."

"Can... can we compromise?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'll wear the... blue skirt, but... but I... I won't go into the pool. I won't bring my bathing suit."

His jaw clenched. "Why not? You've worn that a half dozen times. You... you were only weird about it the first time. It's not that... that skimpy."

"I've only worn it here with you at our pool. There wasn't... anyone else around."

His brow pinched again. That didn't have anything to do with her head injury. It dawned on him. "You're... Jean, you're not one of those girls who think they're fat when they're not, are you?"

"What?" Her brow pinched.

"You don't look fat in that bikini at all."

"No, it's... it's my scars." Her eyes welled again.

He gazed at her bad eye again, then he blinked and looked at her shoulder scar. "You mean..."

"All the ones on my body... my chest and abdomen."

"Jean, those don't..." He stopped talking. He had almost said 'those don't count' or something equally stupid. What seemed insignificant to him might seem like hideous scars to her. He thought if she had the guts to actually look at people without her old fake glasses on, or with her new sun glasses on, that the scars on her torso were nothing compared to her eye. But, he also realized that the new sort of wrap around sun glasses hid her eye injury even better than the fake glasses. She did well though, talking to people, taking the sun glasses off at first at least, making eye contact then put them back on. She never wore them in restaurants. His dad had told him it was rude to meet and talk to someone with sun glasses on, at least really dark sun glasses. He said it was important to make eye contact.

Jean was trying to control her tears and anxiety. 

He took a slow breath. "Jean, I... I hope this doesn't make me sound like a... a jerk, um..."

"What?"

"You've... you've gotten a light tan, and... you may think those scars are really noticeable, but... they're really not."

"Yes, they are."

"I... I thought since the... you know that night at the Thai place, that... that you were going to stop thinking about what other people thought."

"I'm... I'm trying, but... but I don't want anyone asking... asking me about anything. I... I don't want to talk about it." She started trembling. She quickly wiped her eyes.

Ron realized there was a part of him that wanted Jean to go to the party so he could show her off, as if she was his girlfriend and his sexual conquest, and maybe even his little project, how he had changed her in just a few weeks. He felt like a jerk about that, then again, he really did think he was helping her. She had changed not only with him at home, but she didn't freak going into restaurants or stores anymore. She hadn't run out of the spa when she found out about it. He tried to think fast. "Jean... do... would you ask someone? About how someone got scars?" He realized if he was all scarred up, he'd probably really enjoy talking about it to whoever wanted to listen. Maybe guys were different.

"No, but..."

"What?"

"But someone might. It's... it's happened before. I... I don't want to talk about it. I... I don't want to be stared at."

He almost laughed and tried to stop the smile but it started to show.

Her face scrinched up. "Don't laugh at me!" She couldn't believe he was. She started to back off him, but he quickly sat up and put his arms around her. "Let me go." She tried to twist free.

"I'm not laughing at you, but..." He chuckled softly. The whole situation struck him as being hilarious.

She started crying. Ron was laughing at her. "Let me go!"

He held her tighter. "I'm... I'm not laughing about what you think I am. Listen... listen to me! You don't understand!"

"No! Let me go!"

He had to wrestle her around and down onto the bed. He was now holding her arms pinned to the mattress. "Yes, you're going to get stares, but..."

"You lied to me then! You said... you said people wouldn't! I.. don't want to go! I'm not going!"

"God... how could you be so damn stupid?!"

"You don't understand! You... you don't know what it's like! Restaurants... restaurants and stores are one thing, but... but a party is different! I don't want to go!"

"Would you just shut up and relax?! Jeezuz! Yeah, some people may stare, the... the guys'll probably stare... even if you wear the stupid mom shorts, but it..."

She interrupted, "You said no one would! You lied to me! I don't want..."

"SHUT UP! They're not going to be looking at your scars! They'll... they'll be looking at your body! Your hot body! God... you're so stupid!" He shut his eyes for moment and cooled down. "I'm sorry, I... didn't mean to call you stupid, but... jeezuz, come on, Jean, you... you never really see yourself. You... you look in the mirror and... and you only see... you only see your... your..."

"My ugly eye! My ugly scars!" Her face scrinched up and she started crying harder. She stopped trying to get away. 

Ron took his hands off her arms. He moved off her to get the box of tissues. He had pushed her too much. It was going too fast for her. She rolled onto her side and hugged a pillow to herself and kept crying. He had fucked up again. He shouldn't have bitched about the pleated shorts. He was trying to show her off. He was an asshole. He wanted other guys to see how hot she was even though he'd never be able to tell anyone he had screwed her. He was a huge asshole. He grabbed a bunch of tissues. He lay next to her and reached over her to hand her the tissues. She pulled her body slightly away from him when his chest touch her back. "Here, take these." Her hand pulled the tissues from his. 

He waited until her crying subsided, then spoke softly, "Jean, please listen and don't interrupt me, okay?" He waited for a couple moments then frowned when she didn't respond. "Okay, maybe... maybe some people will... will look at your scars, but... what I meant just now, is that it's more likely, the... well, at the least the guys, the guys my age, and... and hell... actually, the older guys too, in other words, all the guys will..." He exhaled. "They'll... they'll probably, you know, they'll all probably... check you out, you know, elevator eye you. I know I would if I didn't know you and you showed up at a party. Hell... I check you out every day here. You're..." 

He exhaled again. "You're hot, you've... you've got a great bod and... and even in the mom shorts, you... you still look hot. I... I didn't mean to... to be a jerk, but... it... not your feelings, but... it was a little funny to me that you thought, I mean, that you didn't know guys would be looking because... because you know, you're pretty and have a great bod, and... and now that I think about it, I guess... I guess I don't want guys checking you out. Maybe... maybe I... even though no one would know, maybe... maybe I wanted to be with you, you know, as... as sort of my date, even though no one would know, except you and me. I've... I've never been out with... with a smart, nice and... pretty girl at a party. It's... that was stupid of me. I'm sorry. I... I think... I think maybe we should just skip the dumb party."

Jean wiped her nose. "Ron... I'm... I'm not stupid. I... I know you've been trying to... to help me, you're... you're trying to... to get me to ignore what... what other people think, and... and you have helped me, but... but... you don't have to lie to me. I... I know what I look like. I... I guess I pretend with you that I... that I look different because... because..." She started crying softly again and tried to get it under control.

He put his arm around her and spooned her. "I'm not lying. I... I don't know how else to say this, and I... I know it sounds like... like... like I'm not thinking about... about all of you, you know who you are inside, but I do, I really do think about that too, it's part of it for me, it's half the reason I think you're beautiful, but... but if you don't believe what I say when I tell you you're beautiful and... and hot, well... how could I... you know, be getting hard-ons about you if I was lying. You're... you're beautiful, you're sexy. If you weren't I... I wouldn't be getting erections. So... if you don't believe what I say, then... then you should believe my dick. And... okay, maybe I'm trying to... in a way, help you, but... I want to be with you because I like being with you, because... because of... of what you said I shouldn't tell you. I... I don't want to make you cry, get sad or... or get really nervous. I just think that... that you're not seeing things right... clearly, however I should say it. I... I haven't meant to hurt you in any way. I'm sorry. Let's... let's skip the party. I'll call Josh and tell him... tell him something came up." He kissed her shoulder and then slid off the bed. He started towards his room. 

Jean rolled onto her back. "Ron, you go. You should go. Maybe... maybe you'll meet some nice, pretty girl there."

His jaw clenched. He spun around. He didn't know his eyes were glaring. "I don't want to meet any girl. I wanted to go with you. I'll call Josh and tell him we're not coming." He turned around and headed to his room to get his cell. Just as he was stepping into his room he heard Jean come out to the hallway.

She stood outside her door. "Don't call!" Ron turned around, his eyes met hers. "We'll... we'll go."

"Jean, look, you don't wa..."

She interrupted as she walked towards him, "We're going. I... I want to go now." She walked up to him and put her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "You're... you're right. I'm... I'm thinking too much about... about what other people think. I... I said I'd go, and... and I want to, but... but we... you know, we... we can't look like... like we're out on a date, but... I want to go now. I really do." She didn't want to at all, but she didn't want to disappoint him either.

Jean looked at the Thompson house as she kept telling herself it was going to be just like a parent-teacher conference. She had gotten used to doing those, she had to. She could do this too. Ron took her hand and she knew she should tell him to let go but she gripped it. Her other hand checked the hem of her light blue mini skirt and tugged it down a little.

"You're skirt looks fine, Jean."

She should have worn her pleated shorts. She had called Mrs. Thompson, Betty, a few days ago, asking what she should bring, what food item. Betty said to just bring her bathing suit. Jean had gotten a bottle of wine that Ron was holding. She heard about it on the radio, it as supposed to be good. She loosened her hand. She whispered, "You... you shouldn't be holding my hand."

He sighed. "Okay." He gave her hand a squeeze then released it. They started up the couple steps to the entry porch. "Think you should take off your sunglasses?"

"Um... umm... yes... I will." Her heart raced. "In... inside." She saw Ron reach for the door handle. "Shouldn't we ring the bell?"

"Nah. For parties like this, I usually just walk in. Everyone's probably out back."

"Are... are you sure?"

"Yeah. Jean... relax."

"I... I'm trying." She checked the hem of her skirt again.

"Your skirt is fine. You look awesome." He opened the door and let Jean walk in first. They heard music from the patio. A girl in a bikini was walking into the foyer, probably to use the powder room. She gave Jean a long look then her eyes turned to Ron. 

"Hi, Ron." She look at the girl again.

"Hey, Cindy. Everyone out back?"

"Uh-huh." Her eyes went to Ron. "Yeah, everyone." As they passed her, Cindy again checked out the girl he was with. She wondered if she was from south high, or maybe a college girl? Ron was good looking but he was so shy. She bet he wasn't shy with that girl. Her stomach tensed. She had a chance with him herself a month or so ago. She suddenly wondered if she had made a big mistake. She stepped into the bathroom.

Jean whispered, "She... she was cute."

"Yeah... I guess." Ron wondered if he should have introduced Jean to Cindy but at the moment his only real concern was Jean's nervousness regarding meeting the Thompsons. He saw Mr. T in the open kitchen area. He spoke very softly, "Ahh... the glasses, Jean?" He headed towards Mr. Thompson.

Jean tensed, but pulled her sunglasses off, she shook her head so her hair laid a little closer to her ugly eye and curved over her disfigured cheekbone. 

"Hey, Mr. T." Josh's dad was getting a bag of ice from the freezer. He was wearing a yellow golf shirt and tan pleated shorts.

"Hey... Ron, good to see ya." He looked at the girl Ron was with. His smile grew. He wanted to say something like Way to go, man! but he didn't want to embarrass the kid or his date. He put the bag of ice on the island counter then extended his hand to his son's friend. He shook it firmly as did the kid. Bill's eyes were on the girl though. "So... who's this you're with?"

"Yeah, uh... Mr. Thompson, this is Jean Mazur. Jean this is Josh's dad, Mr. Thompson."

Bill grinned as he extended his hand again and she took it. "Hi, Jean. Ron didn't say he'd be bringing a da..." His brow pinched. "Ahh... sorry, did Ron say your last name's Mazur?"

"Yes. I'm Ron's aunt."

His eyes grew wide for a moment. "Oh... I... uh... well..." He smiled again. "Of course you are, and it's Bill, I mean, I'm Bill." He glanced at her right eye for a moment. He remembered now. "I'm glad you're here, it's really good to meet you." He realized he was still holding the young woman's hand. He somewhat reluctantly let it go.

"Ahh... this is from us." Ron handed the bottle of wine to Mr. T.

"Oh... thanks, that's nice." He looked at the label wondering if he shouldn't. It was a decent bottle of wine, that brand that was inexpensive but was supposed to be very good. He had heard about it on NPR. "Thanks, good choice." He looked at the pretty girl... woman. "What can I get you, Jean? We've got wine opened outside already, so... we'll save this if that's all right. There's lemonade, sodas, and beer out there too; and I'm bartending, making cocktails. Just name it, and..." He grinned. "I'll get my bartender's book out if I have to."

"I... I'll just have some... some wine or a soft drink outside."

"All right." He put the bottle of wine on the wall counter, then picked up the ice. "Come on, I'll introduce you to Betty." He walked behind the young woman and Ron. He checked out her ass and legs, then blurted, "I hope you brought your swim suit." He cringed wondering if it sounded a bit too eager. 

"I... I left it in the car. I... I may not swim."

"Oh... you'll... you'll have to. We... we usually get the kids out later so the adults can have it for a while." She really had a hot little body. He wanted a better look.

Ron got along well with both Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. They made him feel at home. "Hey, Mr. T, you said a couple weeks ago, Josh and I weren't kids anymore."

Bill grinned as he stepped to the side of Jean to pull the sliding patio door open. He glanced at her tits, small but nice looking. They fit her petite slender figure. "Yeah... I guess you're right. Okay... you can be in the pool with the adults."

They walked towards the refreshment table. Ron almost laughed. Mrs. Thompson was wearing a multi-color print halter top and a short white wrap around skirt. He wanted to elbow Jean, point at Mrs. T and say, See! See! I was right!

Bill walked up behind his wife as he set the large bag of ice on the table. "Honey? Got someone new for you to meet." 

Betty Thompson turned around. "Ron! Hi." She gave him a little hug and smiled at the girl he was with, then she glanced towards the house. There wasn't any woman following them. She looked at the girl again and noticed the squinting eye and scar, her hair somewhat hiding her cheekbone. She pulled back from Ron. She kept smiling at the girl, woman if it was his aunt. Betty propped her sunglasses on top of her head. "Hi."

"Jean, this is my wife, Betty. Betty this is Jean Mazur, Ron's aunt."

"Hello, Betty. I'm glad to meet you. We spoke on the phone." A million butterflies were alight in her stomach but Jean smiled cordially and extended her hand. She told herself it was just like a parent-teacher conference. Betty shook her hand.

"Jean, it's great to meet you. I'm so glad you came." She looked at the younger woman's hair. It was a nice cut, complimentary to the shape of her face.

Bill broke in, "So... white wine all right?"

"Yes, please... thank you."

"Comin' right up. Let me just get this ice in the chest first."

"I'll do that Mr. T."

"Oh... Ron, thanks."

Betty smiled. "I'm surprised we haven't met sooner. Ron told me you're a teacher?"

"Yes. First grade."

"Oh... that must be fun. I taught for ten years. I loved it but I had an opportunity for a higher paying position in business and took it. I really missed teaching though."

"You... you were a teacher? Really?"

"Uh-huh. Sixth grade." Betty grinned. "The kids are a bit different than first graders, or maybe they're the same, but... with a different frame of mind and set of priorities by then."

"Oh... I know. I took over the sixth grade class for a couple weeks last year. To be honest, I had some problems controlling them." It had been awful, at least with a few of the boys who had made fun of her eye behind her back loud enough for her to hear the comments and titters of laughter. She had almost cried in class, but had luckily gotten herself under control.

Josh saw Ron. "Hey bro! Come over here!"

Ron was stepping to Jean's side. He turned around. He then looked at Jean and Betty smiling and talking non-stop. He gripped Jean's arm lightly. "Jean, Josh is calling me. Ahhh... you okay?"

"Um..." She gave him an embarrassed smile. "Yes, I am." She saw a glass of wine appear in front of her. She took it from Bill's hand.

"Okay... I'll see ya later."

"All right."

Ron headed towards his friends, hearing Jean thank Bill for the wine. He walked up to Josh standing with a couple other friends. "Hey."

"So... who's the chick, dude?"

Bob echoed it, "Yeah, who's the babe?"

Ron wanted to grin but he didn't. "Hey... cool it. That's my aunt."

"What? Who?!" Josh stared. He had seen Ron's aunt a couple dozen times but not really long looks. That wasn't his fucking aunt. "Don't goof on us, who is she?"

"That's my aunt." 

"You're fuckin' kiddin' me, dude."

"No. That's her."

Josh kept staring. The girl was about the right height and hair color from what he remembered. "Holy shit... where the hell has she been all my life?"

Ron suddenly found himself wishing they had stayed home. "Hey, asshole, that's my aunt. Watch what the hell you say, bro."

Josh laughed briefly. "Shit, you bad mouth her all the fuckin' time."

"No, I don't." He had, mainly saying she was incredibly weird.

"Yeah, you have... well, saying she was a dork and freakin' bizarre."

"I... she's not... she's not weird at all. I was an asshole. I was wrong."

Josh laughed. "No shit, dude! Where the hell was she hiding that bod?"

"Hey, Josh... chill. I'm not kiddin'... cool it."

"Yeah, no sweat. Maybe you should chill. Come on. We got a bottle of Bushy in my bedroom. We were just going there."

Ron glanced at Jean. She was talking with Mrs. T and a couple of the other mothers. "Yeah, sure."

Jean was smiling, actually grinning, as they headed down the Thompson's curving front sidewalk. The last of the sunset light had faded an hour ago. She and Ron were one of the last five couples at the party. It was a beautiful night. It had been a wonderful party.

Betty called out, "Jean! Don't forget to call me soon about lunch!"

Jean gripped Ron's muscular arm as she half turned but kept walking. "I won't forget, Betty! Thanks again for the great party!"

Bill grinned as his arm went around his wife's waist. "Stop by anytime! We need to have a volleyball rematch soon!"

"We may need to practice first!" She laughed and waved. The Thompsons waved then went back into the house. Jean turned forward, continued grinning and laced her arm with Ron's. "Thank you, Ron. I... I should just listen to you from now on. It... it was a lot of fun. I'm really glad we came." She tugged her bikini under her tank top. It had been irritating her skin for the past hour or so. She wished she would have changed into her panties and bra after they got out of the pool. She thought they would leave much sooner though, not be one of the last couples at the party, so when her bathing suit dried she just put on her top and skirt over it.

"Yeah... fun." He walked around to the passenger side of the car, unlocked the door then opened it for her. Jean got in and he closed the door. As he walked around she leaned over and opened his door for him. He liked that she always did that, but it wasn't on his mind at the moment. He got in and started the engine.

"Betty is really nice. I really enjoyed talking with her, and hearing some of her, as she called them, her war stories about teaching. I could relate to some of them so much. I liked Allison and Maggy a lot too. And Bill was so funny. The food was really good too, didn't you think so? Those grilled prawns were so yummy." She looked at Ron's profile and her smile shrank, then disappeared.

He looked straight ahead a the road. "Yeah, it was okay."

"Is... is something wrong, Ron?"

"No, not really." His jaw clenched.

"Well... it seems something is. What... what's on your mind?"

"You seemed to have a lot of fun during the pool volleyball game."

She smiled as her brow pinched. "I did. Didn't you? I saw you laughing. We all were. And... you guys won."

"I noticed you seemed to really be enjoying Jack's dad helping you at the net."

"What? Who?"

"Jack's dad, whatever the hell his name is. He was all over you, coppin' feels all the time."

She made a face. "What? He wasn't doing that. If he had... I... I would have punched him out."

"That's bullshit. He was coppin' feels."

"He didn't. He never once touched my breasts or put his hands anywhere inappropriate. That never happened. Why would even th..."

"Not like that! Every time he picked you up, you had your ass right up against his chest! You laughed about it! He did that a dozen times! And you didn't say a word to him!"

"He was kidding around! And it was twice at most! He did that to all the women on the team. It wasn't just me."

"Then he was fucking coppin' feels on every other chick on your team too!"

"He wasn't! I... I would have punched him out if he had been. It was only two or three times and it was for... for a moment. God!"

"I... I didn't like it."

Jean blinked. She had never before experienced what was happening. Her 'boyfriend' was jealous. Her voice calmed, "Ron... I didn't think he was groping me at all. If I thought that, I... I would have screamed at him. I... I would have really punched him out. The... the boys... I mean, you guys on the other side, you started it with the girls on your team, remember? That's why Wayne picked up the women on our side, at our waists, and... and he was probably a little drunk too. He didn't touch me like you're implying, and... and my butt wasn't against his chest very long at all. You... you had that girl, Cindy on your shoulders for... for a few serves, the whole time. Wayne didn't cop any feels." She frowned remembering how jealous she had gotten seeing Cindy on Ron's shoulders, even though she had tried to ignore it.

"I... I don't care about her."

Jean's brow pinched. "So you think I'm attracted to or have a crush on Jack's father, Wayne?"

Ron tried to stop it, but his mouth formed a half smile. Jack's dad was big and had muscular arms and legs, but a huge beer gut too. Sometimes he looked pregnant. That was the usual joke, someone asking what month Jack's dad was in. He was also bald on the top of his head. "Okay... okay, I'm acting like a fucking asshole. Sorry." He had kind of enjoyed Cindy's pussy pressing against the back of his head and her thighs sandwiching his neck.

"I've... I've never had a guy be... be jealous about me before."

He sighed. "Well... well, goodie for you, huh?"

She reached for his arm and stroked it. "Are we having a fight?"

"I... I don't know. No, were not fighting. I... I guess I'm acting like a guy... an asshole immature guy."

"If you're acting immature, then... maybe I am too, because... because I got a little jealous when that cute girl was on your shoulders." She knew she had gotten a lot more than a little jealous.

"Are you bullshitting me?" He glanced at her then watched the road again.

"No, I'm not, and... may I ask you something?"

He wondered if someone had told her that he had wanted to ask Cindy out before. "I guess, what?"

"Why do you seem to be swearing so much more lately?"

"Because... because..." He began to grin. "Because you're making me get goddamn jealous all the time."

"Ron?" Her eyes teared a little.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for asking me out and taking me to the party."

He sighed again. "Thanks for coming with me."

"Hmmm... coming with you. I... I think that's a nice idea. When we get home are we going to... to sweetly make love, or..." She started to smile. "Or are you going to fuck me." Her smile grew as she blushed.

Ron smiled too. "I was thinking a little of both."

"Mmm... just the way I like it."

Jean was breathing quicker again as she looked at the alarm clock. It was nearly 2:00AM. She almost laughed. How could Ron keep going? She knew how she could, not only did he keep giving her orgasms, but she guessed that at least subconsciously she was trying to make up for a dozen years of celibacy. She wondered again how Ron could be such a good lover. She didn't think he had lied about his minimal experience. She had asked him earlier, after he had used his tongue to bring her to her first orgasm of the night. He said if he was any good, it was because of the thing he couldn't say to her. She had almost cried again but forced herself to keep the tears at bay. She had been crying in front of him way too much lately. She winced and shut her eyes.

"Dammit. I'm... I don't wanna hurt you, Jean."

"It felt good before that moment, just... maybe... um..."

He slowly pulled his middle finger from her hot anus. "We don't have to do this, Jean." His cock was throbbing. He really wanted it in her ass again.

"I know you want to and... and I want to too, really. I really do, Ron. Put more gel on and then... then go slower."

"I... I want you to like this... enjoy it too, if you won't or don't, I don't wanna do it."

"God... Ron, I liked it the first time, remember? You always make me feel so good. I want to make you feel good too. You... you don't even let me suck you."

"Yeah, I do."

"Not very long. You always tell me to stop. Is... is that because I do it badly?"

He chuckled as he added more gel to her hot anus. "I tell you to stop because you do it so good it makes me wanna do other stuff."

"Next time, I want you to cum in my mouth again. I... I cum on your mouth."

He swirled two fingertips on and around her hot asshole. "I know. I love that."

"You do? Or is that a joke?"

"Jeezuz, Jean... I've told you that every time you cum on my mouth and tongue. I love the way you... you kiss me with your pussy. I love that. It really is like a kiss, a... a special French kiss. That's the way I think of it, a very hot special French kiss. I want you to cum on my mouth every time."

"Why do you get to say stop when I suck you, but when I've told you to stop licking and... and... and start fucking, you don't." She blushed again. She shook her head. She couldn't believe the way she talked now when she wasn't even drunk.

"Because... because you always say that right before you orgaz, so I keep licking. It makes me want to even more."

She giggled softly. "Ron? 'Orgaz' isn't a word."

He pulled his fingers off her anus and gave her bubble cheek a light swat. Thap! 

Jean flinched. "Ow!" She giggled. "What was that for?"

"For being a smart ass... teacher."

"I think you're the teacher at this point." She shut her eyes. "Mmmmh." She felt Ron's other hand slide under her and his fingers started playing with her clit. She was a tiny bit tender there, but not enough to stop her from tingling instantly. "Mmmmhhhh. That's... that's so nice." She felt his other fingers returned to her anus. It heightened her tingling. "Mmm... I like that too, Ron."

Chapter 9

Ron looked around. He touched his hand to Jean's and then took it in his.

"Ron? Maybe we sh..."

He interrupted, "Oh... jeezuz, Jean. It's a weekday, we're at Lincoln Park in the city. No one we know will see us here. Maybe... maybe in the zoo, even though I'll want to, I won't hold your hand because of the million to one possibility we might see someone who knows us. So... so... so just relax."

Jean pressed her side against his arm. A smile grew on her mouth. "Well... we shouldn't be taking chances being seen holding hands, but okay, we'll hold hands, although... I was going to say, maybe we should have packed a picnic lunch." She giggled softly.

He smiled. "Yeah, maybe next time. I want to try that little Thai restaurant Mrs. T told you about. I have the google map in the car."

"You know, she really liked our Thai restaurant too. She had never been there."

It felt good to hear Jean say 'our' restaurant. "It was you and Mrs. T and who else?"

Jean smiled. "Alison. She's a lot of fun too."

"So, they're like what? At least in their forties, right?"

"Uh-huh. I think Betty looks thirty-something though. Alison looks good too. Younger than her age."

"So them being ten - fifteen years older than you wasn't... you know weird?"

"No. Not at all. I didn't even think about that."

"So then it's not weird or odd being with me for you, since there's only twelve years between us."

Her smiled faded. "Ron... you know that's not our problem, not the real problem at all."

"Listen, Jean, I've been thinking. I don't know why it..."

"Ron, please. We... we both know this... us together like this, can't go on. We know it's not right and... and we know it has to end when Frank comes home. I know we should have stopped... sooner, but... I just can't stop it before we have to this summer. I..." Her eyes teared up. "You're... you're very important to me. I... I don't want this to end but I know it has to. It has to, Ron. We... we can't do this after Frank comes home." Her face scrinched for a moment. She wiped her eyes and tried to relax. 

"Jean... please, don't get upset. Let's... let's sit on that bench for a little while. I want to... Let me tell you what I've thought about."

Jean realized with only nineteen days left before Frank's scheduled return, the end of their illicit yet wonderful relationship was going to be on both their minds. They had been having a marvelous day until a few moments ago. Their age difference was now finally apparent. Ron was trying to figure out every way it didn't have to end. There was no way for it to continue. She knew in her heart it never should have begun. She didn't feel guilty at the moment though, and she wouldn't in the future unless somehow this wonderful yet wrong relationship ended up negatively affecting Ron in some way, whether it was tomorrow or ten years from now. 

Something else had also become apparent to her about their ages, or more accurately, her own lack of maturity in probably more than one aspect of her personality. Her maturing process in terms of her sexual and romantic/emotional experience had halted the day of the accident. Her growth in those parts of herself had stayed dormant until she and Ron made love, maybe it was more making lust that first time. She was thirty and he was eighteen, but he had more experience, he was leading her, teaching her, not the other way around. She had thought and acted like a teenager about it all, because sexually and romantically she still was a teenaged girl. It was one reason she had ignored all thoughts about consequences, just like a teenager would. Ron had been and still was filling in a huge gap in her life, her experiences, and filling her heart which had ached for love for a dozen years.

They sat down, she held his hand as her other rose to wipe her eyes again.

Ron let go of her hand and put his arm on the back of the bench then his hand caressed her shoulder. "I've been thinking. Look... I know this can't go on forever, and I know no one else can ever know about us, but... Jean, I don't feel that anything we've done has been wrong, not in my heart, and... and not in my mind. I know we're related and... and that's supposed to make it wrong, but, like I just said, I don't feel it's wrong. Okay, but... I also know that... that you're going back home at the end of summer, like always, and I'm going to college this fall. And... and I know you may meet some guy in the next nine mo... hell, you may meet some guy a week after you get home, and... and you know, fall in love, and... and all that, and I won't mean anything to y..."

She quickly turned towards him, putting her palm on the back of his neck. "Ron, don't ever think you won't mean the world to me. You will always... always be so very important to me." Her face scrinched up and tears started dropping from her eye lashes.

He put his arms around her and held her close. He kissed her head. Sometimes it seemed all he could do was make her cry. "I... I didn't mean to say that."

"Don't ever think that. You will always... always be important to me. I want you to be happy. We... we can't go on this way. I want you to find a very nice, very pretty, very smart girl. You... you... you deserve that, Ron. You are... are such a good man, a... a guy with... with so much love in him." She cried softly for a full minute, unable to stop the cascading tears.

He kissed her head a few times. His own eyes were brimming with tears. "Jean... I want you to be happy, happy and loved like... like you deserve."

"I... want the same thing for y-y-you."

"Jean, I... I don't think what we're doing is wrong. Do... do you really think it is?"

"It... it doesn't feel like it is, but... Ron, it is... we... we both know it is."

"All I know is that it feels right, right and good. I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks. I... I want you to be happy and loved and... and if you find some guy who... who you have that with, who you fall in love with, I'll... I'll be very happy for you, but... if you don't meet that guy right away, why... I mean, why would it be wrong for us to... to continue? I... I might be able to visit you sometimes, you know, just me, during semester breaks, and... and you usually visit here at Christmastime. And a couple years ago, Dad was out of town during the holidays. And... and then there's next summer. Why can't next sum..."

Jean interrupted again, "I may not be coming here next summer."

It felt as if the ground had disappeared under his feet. "What? Why not?"

"Ron... you'll be in college. You won't need me here. Frank... Frank may tell me this was the last summer he'll want me here."

"He won't say that. And... okay, maybe he'll think I won't need you here, to... to keep an eye on me, but... I'll... I'll tell Dad he should ask you again, to... to give you a... a kind of vacation. Something like that."

"I... I don't know, Ron. This... it... this has to stop. We... we both know that."

"It only has to stop when... when you meet some guy, when you fall in love. And... and when Dad is around, obviously we... we'd have to cool it. And, like I said, I can..."

"Ron, when you fall in love. You... you will find some great girl. You will. We... we have to stop so... so you find the girl you're supposed to find. And... and not be thinking about me, about us, about us being together. You have your whole future to be concerned about."

"I... I don't care about that other imaginary girl. I..."

Jean broke in again, "You have to care about that, about her. You have to, Ron. Your future and... and that girl are who and what you need to be concerned about, not me. You have your whole life ahead of you."

"No, it's you who's going to find the right guy. But... until then..."

"Ron, it's you we need to be concerned about. I... I've missed my chance. I don't want you to miss your chance."

"You haven't missed your chance. I... okay, how about this? When either of us finds a... a person who... who we... who we want to... who we love, then... then we'll stop seeing each other in... in this special way. Jean, I don't feel what we're doing is wrong. You... you probably think I'm not thinking clearly or... or like an adult in this, but... but I think I am, at least about what I feel is right and good and not wrong. And... and speaking of wrong, have I been... have I been wrong about anything so far?"

"You were wrong about..." She sniffled and blinked a few times. "You were wrong about..." She exhaled. "I can't think of anything. That... that doesn't mean..."

Ron interrupted, "I haven't been wrong about anything about us so far, so... so I'm probably right that... that what we have is good and unless you fi... unless either of us find some other person, we should just continue what we have together."

The conversation had Jean feeling emotionally, intellectually and even a little physically exhausted. "I... I don't know, Ron." She pushed back from him and wiped her eyes. "I can't think anymore about it right now. We... we should just enjoy the few weeks we have left this summer."

"Jean... maybe not right at this moment, but... we have to talk about this. It's... at least to me, it's too important not to talk about it more."

"It... you are important to me, Ron. We will... we will talk about it, but... not right now, all right?"

He took a slow deep breath, then exhaled it. He had wanted to talk it out today. "Yeah... okay." They were both silent with their own thoughts for a full minute. He told himself they would talk and he should try not to worry about it. Ron broke the silence, "Have I ruined the day?"

She smiled softly. "No, you haven't ruined the day."

"Then... let's get moving. I'm pretty sure they feed the seals in less than a half hour. And it's kinda cool."

She grinned but her eyes welled up yet again. "Okay. Let's hurry." She quickly stood up, grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Come on, we don't wanna miss that."

He had hoped to get her to agree, but knew it'd take some more talking and working at it. His voice rose an octave, "Hey... are you laughing at me?"

"What? No! I'm just..." She saw him smile. Her jaw tensed for a moment. "You're so mean to me!" She swatted his shoulder. Thap. She watched him grin then chuckle and she realized at that moment they were finally both completely "normal" with each other no matter how abnormal their situation was. They each had grown in their time together, she probably more than him because she had to catch up, and they had also grown together to reach this point. It was also true that Ron had helped her more than the other way round. She wished with all her heart their situation was different and she could tell him just how much she loved him. Once again, her eyes welled up.

Ron put his arm around her. His grin shrank when he saw her eyes tear. "What is it, Jean?"

Her arm moved around his waist as her other hand rose to wipe her eyes. She smiled. "Nothing, and... and everything, Ron." She tilted her head up and raised up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "I'm so happy right now." More tears filled her eyes. She giggled nervously. "Come on. I want to see those seals swim and jump for their lunchtime fishies."

They were both breathing heavily as Ron's cock finally slipped out of Jean's snug, warm pussy. He began planting breathy, moist, meandering kisses, starting at her shoulders, to her neck to her pliant feminine mounds, dallying at her taut pink nipples, then heading lower down her abdomen. 

Jean was still feeling tingling waves radiating from between her legs. She loved his kisses, all his gentle caresses afterwards. She knew just from overhearing conversations in the teachers lounge and reading articles in women's magazines that a lot of guys, men, just rolled over and went to sleep right afterwards. Jean had finally accepted that Ron really couldn't get enough of her. He thrilled her making love, and he thrilled her both before and after too. He was so attentive, so romantic, so intense, and lusty, and gentle, and rough. She grinned. He was a smorgasbord of lovemaking! "Ron... you lay on your back, I wanna kiss you like this. You're spoiling me." She giggled. You... you never let me do anything." 

"Yeah, I do." He looked up smiling. "I let you lay on your back and you let me kiss you. It's even."

"Come up here and hug me." When he did, she rocked back and forth to get momentum to roll him onto his back. She started kissing his neck and shoulders. "Just lay there, this time you can't move." He had told her that a dozen times, teasing her with the most wonderful kisses and caresses, which usually got her so turned on they had to do it again.

"Hey... that's my line." He lay there and enjoyed it as her kisses slowly traveled down his body. She got to his flaccid cock and her tongue lapped around the head. It started growing. "Hey... ahhh... Jean?"

"Uh-huh?" She kept her tongue moving. It was still amazing to her how just her tongue or a little stroke of her finger could get Ron's cock to start growing so soon after he had an orgasm.

"I think I have to go to the bathroom soon."

Her head jerked up. "Oh."

He laughed. "It's not going to start any moment, Jean."

"Shut up. I know that." She blushed.

He laughed again. "Now, you come up here, take a break. I'll get us some wine or soda or something soon. I'm thirsty."

She slid up his side and put her head on his shoulder. "I thought you had to go to the bathroom."

"In a moment. I..." He exhaled. "I wanna ask you something that... well, I should have asked a long time ago."

Jean tensed for a moment, then told herself to relax. She had told him most of everything. "All right, what is it?"

"You're on the pill, right?"

She tensed again. She hadn't expected that question. "I... I'm not, but... but we don't have to worry about it."

"Huh?" His brow pinched. He knew there were contraceptives other than the pill and condoms, but he couldn't think of them at the moment. He thought one was some sort of inserted wire or something, which sounded like he might be making that up. "Why isn't it a worry?"

She wished he hadn't asked. She probably should have told him at the start. "I... I can't get pregnant. It's... it's from my accident. I... I had some internal injuries. My ovary ducts... um... were... it's... let's just say I can't get pregnant."

It felt like the wind got knocked out of him. He knew she could never have his baby, but he had seen her in his mind lately as a mother, holding a baby, being a great mom. He had imagined her with a daughter who looked just like her. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all! She was a beautiful, smart, caring girl. She should be able to have children! "I'm... I'm sorry, Jean."

She heard the sadness in his voice. "The way... the way I look at it, Ron, is that I have twenty-five children every year. In... in less than a month, I'll have twenty-five new kids."

He didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe how crushed he felt. What must she feel like? What must she have felt like for twelve years? He'd do anything if he could just change the past and have Jean never get into the car that day. How could so many shitty things happen to one person? Would he have been as brave as she's been? Would he have been able to deal with everything she's had to deal with? He felt his throat begin to constrict as he eyes teared. He coughed. "I'm... gonna get something to drink, and... go to the john." He pulled his arm from around her. He had to get out of the room before he lost it. He sat up on the edge of the bed, his back to Jean. "What... do you want to drink?"

"Just... just ice water, please." She stared at his back. Her eyes teared a little. She wondered if he now thought of her as less of a woman. No, it had to be something else.

He got up and didn't look at her. "'kay." He walked fairly fast to the hall and headed downstairs. He went to the bathroom on the first floor to piss. He kept telling himself not to lose it. He flushed and washed his hands, then went to the kitchen. The small undercabinet light by the sink was on. He made up her glass of ice water, then opened the refrigerator. He tried to decide if he wanted a Coke or ice water too. His vision blurred. It was so fucking unfair! Dad had told him Mom couldn't have more kids after him, and that she had been very sad about it, so had his dad. That wasn't fair to her and Dad either. His mom had been a terrific mother. Tears started running down his face. He closed the refrigerator and sat on the cool floor, his legs folded up, his feet flat on the floor, his back against the island cabinets. His elbows settled on his knees, and his palms covered his face. It wasn't fair to Jean! He started crying. Nothing had gone right for her!

Jean started to worry. It was taking a long time to get a couple drinks. Was he now thinking she was less of a woman? It couldn't be that. Could it? She slid off the bed and headed downstairs.

He wiped his nose with his arm. He was at least glad he wasn't sobbing, but he couldn't stop the tears. He had to get it together! He told himself not to talk to her about it at all. It would just make her sad. He hated himself for how much he had made her cry over the past couple months. He folded his arms across his knees and lay his forehead on his arms. He let the tears drop to the floor.

Jean walked towards the kitchen but didn't see him. She stopped and looked outside at the moonlit patio. She thought she heard a cough in the kitchen area. She walked to the island countertop, then saw the glass of ice water on the wall counter. She walked around the island. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Ron.... Ron... what's wrong?" She hurried the few steps to him and was instantly on her knees. "What's wrong? Are... are you okay?" She put her arm around him and pressed her cheek to his head.

He cleared his throat again. His voice was strained and raspy, "I... I just need a couple minutes alone, Jean. Okay?"

She sat down naked next to him and wrapped her arms around him. Tears were running down her face. Her voice was squeaky, "Tell me what's wrong. Ron? What's... what's wrong?"

"I... I don't want to make you cry. I... I..." He cleared his throat and wiped his nose on his forearm.

"Ron, just tell me. Is... is it about me not being able to have babies?"

He nodded. "It's... Jean, it's... it's not fucking fair. You... you should be... you should be able to have kids. You'd be... such... a... great... mom. I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry, Jean. And I'm... and I'm sorry I'm crying... I..."

"Oh Ron." More tears ran down her face as she tightened her arms around his shoulders and her head pressed against his. "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry."

"I'm acting like a wimp. I'm sorry, Jean. I just so damn sorry."

"You're not acting like that at all. You're... you're acting like... you're acting like... like the man I love."

"Jean, I love you so damn much."

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I love you just as much."

Chapter 10

Until the phone rang, they had been lying on the cushioned chaises near the pool, reviewing all the restaurants they had gone to over the past couple months. They were now sitting at the umbrella table.

Ron was looking into Jean's pretty blue eyes. Her sun glasses were propped up on the top of her head, the temples were acting like a hair band, gathering it back away from her face, which was lightly tanned as the rest of her. She was always very careful about the sun and used heavy duty sun screen. He always enjoyed putting it on her back and legs and liked fighting her hands away when he did the exposed parts of her luscious ass, and of course when he always "accidentally" slipped a couple fingertips under the edge of her bikini bottoms. 

He held the phone tighter. "Yeah, Dad, I got it. Saturday, 11:00AM. I'll park and then meet you at the baggage claim area." He listened. "Yeah, I think she wrote down the flight..." Jean showed him the small tablet. He smiled. "Yeah, she's showing me the airline and flight number right now. She's very organized. I'd be so confused if she didn't keep things straight around here." He chuckled. He saw her jaw clench then felt the top of her bare foot slapped the side of his calve under the table. He grinned. "Yeah, well, I'm looking forward to seeing you too. You wanna talk to Jean again?" He listened. "Yeah, you take it easy too. I'll be there on time, Dad." He looked at Jean's pretty eyes again and realized they only had three full days left to be alone together. "Yeah, she's right here. Take it easy, see ya Saturday." He handed the phone to Jean. "He wants to say good-bye."

She took the phone. "Frank?" She listened but was looking at Ron's face trying to read his mood. "I'm... we're both looking forward to you getting home." She listened. "Well, you better go then. Have a safe trip. I love you, Frank." She smiled. "Bye." She thumbed the end button. She sadly smiled at Ron.

"So... today's Tuesday, that means we have the rest of today, then Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday morning. Three... three and a half days."

"Let's... let's not get sad, Ron."

"You said you'd have your mind made up by last night but you didn't bring it up. So... do you have your mind made up?"

"I... I... I guess I don't. I mean... I know what I should say and should do, what we should do, but... I... I just can't get myself to say it. Ron... we... we know what we should do. We both know that we ha..."

He interrupted, "Let's not repeat all that again. Okay... you can't make up your mind, so... so I'm making up both our minds. We will stay in contact, by phone or email, maybe letters, and... I will call you, and I want you to call me whenever you feel like it. We will let each other know how our lives are going regarding if we've met anyone we're... we're at least interested in getting to know better, if not really date, just like we talked about the other day." He was using most of her words from that discussion. "We both have to promise the other, that... that we will be open to finding other people, putting ourselves into situations where we'll at least meet people who we might be interested in getting to know better or even date. And if you want to, like you said, we can review this.... this relationship agreement, whatever you want to call it, like once every month, to see if it's still okay, and... and working for each of us. And above all...."

Jean broke in, "I... I think we definitely need to review it at least once a month."

He smiled inside. Jean had just tacitly agreed they'd continue their wonderful and secret relationship. "Yeah, okay, that's part of it. And... and where was I?" He smiled.

"Above all we have to always be honest, totally open and frank with each other about everything, inluding other people we are attracted to, our feelings, and our thoughts about... about our relationship... everything and anything, I think that's what you were going to say."

"Yeah... yeah, that was it. And if neither of us find someone else, the agreement will continue to a year from now, when... when we'll sit down and talk about it all again, I mean, more than just the monthly review and see... see if we want to renew it." He took a breath. "And... we have three more days to add on anything either of us think should be added, and... well... I guess we can add stuff anytime, just... we both have to agree to it." He reached across the table and took her hand in his. "Jean, don't worry about this. I... I think you think I don't realize this... this relationship we have can't go on forever. I know it can't, but... but it still feels right and good to me, and... and I love you. I can't help that."

"We..." She took a slow breath and exhaled just as slowly. "We shouldn't have fallen in love. We... we shouldn't have done that. I... I sometimes think, Ron, that... that we're agreeing to just delay our... our heartbreak, our sadness at parting. I am so afraid that you won't try to find a girl you'll be able to tell people about, who you'll be able to have a real and normal relationship with. I... I don't want to be the reason you don't find her. I would feel so terribly guilty and so awful if that happened. I'd... I'd be so mad at you too if you didn't search for the right girl. You have to promise me you will. Promise me right now."

"Okay... okay... I promise."

"Don't say it like that. Promise me you'll look for the... the right girl, the girl you will fall in love with."

"I'll promise that, if you promise the same about finding the right guy for you."

"I promise to look for and hopefully find the right guy for me who... who I'll love as much as I love you, and who will love me as much as you love me, Ron." Her eyes teared up.

"I promise to look for and hope to find that right girl, and... and all that other stuff you just said." He half smiled. He wondered if he'd ever look for another girl. He couldn't imagine feeling the way he did about Jean towards any other girl than her.

She knew they were making the absolute wrong decision. They were thinking with their hearts, not their brains. They should end it the day before Frank returned. This wasn't going to work. They were trying to convince each other that they could control their emotions, deep intense emotions, and she knew that was impossible. They were just delaying the inevitable heartbreak and sadness, and maybe because of that delay it would be even worse when it finally happened. She knew she was going to fall deeper in love with him. She prayed he'd find a beautiful, intelligent, and nice girl in the fall. 

Yes, she knew they should break it off before Saturday, but she just didn't have the strength to let go of him yet. It was sinful, and wrong, and crazy, but she had fallen so deeply in love with him. The twelve years difference in their ages didn't matter because, as she thought the other week, they were in essence the same age in some important ways, nor did the soon to be imposed physical distance of separation matter, nor did the incestual context. The only things that mattered were what they felt. She loved him, she wanted him, she only felt "right" when she was with him. She felt so elated about all that, yet so sad too, because it would never be "normal" and she knew they were on the path to terrible heartbreak. She was certain of that. 

She was also certain, there was no "Mr. Right" out there looking for her, hoping to meet her, to find her. When Ron hopefully found the girl he deserved who would be his Ms. Right, she would try her best to hold onto the good things, the good changes in her, but she would again be the celibate, sexually frustrated girl... woman again. She just couldn't give him up yet. Maybe it really wouldn't be too selfish to hold onto him for a year. She had to have one more year with him, just one more year, and then she'd have more than enough memories to take her through the rest of her life. And then after they parted, she'd still have him and his love in her heart. She was sure he'd still love her, not the way she wanted, but she was sure there'd be a small part of his heart that still held her close, that would still remember their times together, the way they shared with and in each other so openly, so wonderfully, so lovingly, so passionately.

Tears started dropping from her eyelashes. She quickly wiped her eyes with her free hand and forced a smile to her mouth. "I... I don't think I've cried so much in... in years and years. It's... it's good. You've... you've taught me to feel so much, Ron, and... and you've given me so much more too." She kept the smile on her mouth as her face scrinched a little and tears ran faster down her face.

He kept holding her hand as he rose and moved around the table. He knelt on the concrete then took her into his arms. "Jean, please don't be sad. I... I really think, really believe that love... love can only be good. It... it can never be bad. You've... you've given me so much too. No matter what happens in the future, I will always... always love you, just as much as I do right at this moment."

She hugged him tighter. She knew that wasn't true, there would be a new girl, a new woman in his future, and even though he would still save a little spot in his heart for her, his love would never be this strong. Maybe her own wouldn't be either. She closed her eyes and concentrated on stopping her tears. No, her love would never diminish. It would always be this strong. No new love would ever replace it. Ron was the first and would be the last and only man she would ever love. "I love you, Ron. I love you so very much." 

Chapter 11

On Wednesday evening they went to the small Thai restaurant where they had their first "date." They were both somewhat hoping they'd get the same waitress but she wasn't working. They had a good time, yet they both felt the evening begin to be tinted with a bit of melancholy. When the dishes were cleared and they were brought their ice coffees and doggy bag, it was Ron who bought up the subject.

"We're both a little sad, aren't we?"

Jean nodded and her soft smile was laced with the sadness they were feeling. "It seems that way, a... a little, but... I'm glad we're here and I am having a wonderful time with you, Ron."

"I am with you too. I... I was wondering if..." He half smiled. "If we should like set aside an hour at the end of the week to get really sad so... so we don't have to until then. Wha'd'ya think?" 

Jean's eyes teared a little but she smiled softly. "Okay, maybe we should do that."

"What would you like to do after this?"

"Mmmm.... ice cream?"

His smile turned real. "I guess we're doin' the full replay, huh?"

"Uh-huh." Jean giggled softly.

He glanced around, then leaned towards her over the table. "Which means later, we're going to stay up until the wee hours and screw like two crazy-in-love people." His smile turned into a grin when Jean nodded and grinned too as her face turned a medium shade of red. After nearly three months, she was still blushing. God... he loved her so damn much.

"Mmmnnnhhh," Jean moaned. She was in the 'half doggy' postion, kneeling but her shoulders and head were on the mattress. She was gasping each breath. Ron's wonderful, thick, hard cock was thrusting into her perfectly, his right hand was under her, two fingertips rubbing and playing with her turgid clit exactly the way she loved it. His other hand sensually slid up and down the curve of her back. 

She had been on the brink of orgasm for the past couple minutes. She was sure he knew it too. She was figuratively and even somewhat literally, in the palm of his hand and she knew he realized it. She was entrusting her body and her pleasure to him, and she liked that notion, because it felt like a loving thing to do, but she knew all she had to do was ask him to give her the orgasm she was now desperately in need of and he'd give it to her. Yet, she wanted to hold off a little longer. It truly did feel perfect, everything, all his touches, his cock thrusting deep all the way to her cervix, their mutual slower counterpoint rhythm, her shoving her bottom back to meet his plunging muscle, his groin smacking into her ass - smat... smat... smat... smat... The only thing that slightly concerned her was that she was now breathing so fast and hard she thought she might faint. It all felt so glorious, so hot, and so very loving. "Oh... oh god, Ron," she moaned.

He stared at her seductive apple ass. He loved seeing the little shock waves each time his groin met her firm buns. It was almost like slapping two waterfilled balloons. He loved every curve of her but her ass was to die for. He knew she was very close orgasm, so was he, but he wanted it all to last longer. They only had a couple days left and not many more times to make love. He wished he could keep his cock inside her forever. He sucked a few deeper breaths. "God... Jean... your ass... your ass is so hot... I love looking at it like this, making love... watching you... jeezuz."

She spoke breathlessly, "Quit... quit watching... my butt, just... oh god... Ron, I'm so close, baby. Please... just fuck me... fuck me a little harder and faster now... come on, fuck me harder... a little harder."

The corner of his mouth curled. He couldn't resist. He plunged deep and stay planted as his fingers stopped on her clit. Her ass started grinding crazily against his groin. He started taking a few more deeper breaths.

'Oh... god... baby, don't stop... don't stop. Come on... fuck me... keep fucking me. Ro-on."

"Jean? Could I ask you something?"

"Huh? Wha'... what is it?" Her hips kept squirming. She was so close, so very close. She couldn't wait any longer. She had to cum, had to reach orgasm right now.

"It seems to me you've been swearing more lately, using very foul language. Why is that?" He grinned. 

Jean remembered their conversation in the car after the Thompson party. She started laughing which made her feel even more breathless. "Shut up!" She laughed again. "Don't tease. Come on... Ron... keep fu... making love to me... make love harder... harder... come on." She reached for his hand at her pussy and urged it to restart. She heard him laugh, then his fingers and cock started moving again. They were instantly back in the perfect counterpoint rhythms. They made love perfectly together. He even made her laugh during it! "Oh god, Ron... I love you... I love you so much." 

Within a couple minutes, they both crested, she felt his body tighten, his cock, ripple, expand, and surge spewing gobs of heat deep inside her as her own body began to quake with spasms inside and out. She wished she could stay locked with him inside her forever. It was more than an orgasm, more than making love, it felt like they had just melted together and become one.

Chapter 12

Ron put his other hand on the steering wheel and thought about the day so far.

Jean had wanted to go with him to the airport, but Ron said it would be better if he talked to his dad alone. Ron didn't mention his concern that his dad might get suspicious if Jean was in the car looking all hot and beautiful and not wearing her blue jean shorts and T shirt uniform. Ron knew that his father was smart and didn't miss much that was going on around him. 

Ron had wanted to stay up all night making love with Jean, but they had done that the night before. They got into bed around 10PM, made love, then were going to "relax" for a while before round 2, but they both had fallen asleep spooning within minutes. Jean woke him up at 7:30 this morning. They had overslept. He had wanted to make love and it hadn't taken much to convince Jean.

They had done it slowly and tenderly. The foreplay went on for a long time. He wanted to see, touch, and kiss ever square inch of her, and he took his time. It was as if he was trying to memorized every subtle curve, dimple, line, and color of her landscape. He had licked her pretty pussy for a while, but not to orgasm because she pulled him up, saying she needed him inside her. 

She guided him in, and they held each other close and made love slowly yet passionately, moving into numerous positions they had done and a couple new ones too. When they were running out of time, their bodies moved faster, became more intense, yet didn't lose any of the intimacy and emotional connection. Jean reached orgasm, and when Ron pushed in deep and pumped his seed into her depths, he held her so close it seemed to her that he was trying to tell her without speaking just how much he loved her. It had made her silently cry. It was so beautiful and wondrous, yet so sad too. They held each other for fifteen minutes, until Jean whispered he had to get ready to drive to the airport and pick up Frank. 

They took a shower together, bathing each other and then hugging and kissing once again at the end. Something came over Jean. She realized that even though the past three months had been an emotional roller coaster at times, they had also been the happiest of her adult life. She hugged him tighter. She grinned and told him he was right, that love was always good, that they should be elated, happy that they had found love, even if fate kept them apart in the future, they had love and each other right now. She said she wasn't going to be sad anymore while she was with him, she was going to enjoy her love and being loved, and every moment with him, and Frank too when he got home. She asked him to do the same and he said he would. She had made him promise. He had said it again as a promise, then she had giggled and said she truly was happy and thought life was wonderful and had been most of the summer. 

"And that's due to you, Ron! For the rest of the time I'm here, there's not going to be any room inside me for sadness! And it better be the same for you!" 

She had hugged him again and laughed. He had felt her happiness and it made him laugh too. He said he felt the same way. She then reminded him of the time. Ron had to hurry getting dressed. Jean dressed too and mentioned she was going to check to see if there was any necessary last minute cleaning needed around the houe, then run to the grocery store and pick up a few more things for dinner. She said she was sure she'd be back before him and Frank, but if not, she wouldn't be long. 

She walked him out to his car talking nearly non-stop, "Remember we really do have a lot to be happy about. Drive safely. You may be tired so make sure you pay attention to the traffic. You just better drive safely. If you get tired, pull off the road. Frank would want you to d..."

He had wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. "I'm not tired. I'm going to drive safely. I'm going to be fine." He had wondered if she was seeing some sort of connection to her horrible accident. He spoke softly, "I love you, Jean. I love you with all my heart. You and that make me very happy."

"I love you with all my heart too, Ron."

He smiled at her and then got into the car and drove off.

Ron told himself to stop thinking about what had just happened this morning and do as Jean said, pay attention to his driving. The interstate traffic was moving fast, some of the construction near O'Hare must have been completed, and it was Saturday too. He wouldn't be late. 

For some reason he thought of Josh and Tom. His mouth formed a crooked smile. They probably thought he had dropped off the face of the earth. He hadn't really spent any time with them for a couple weeks. The past few days he had stopped answering his cell. He didn't want to be bothered because time with Jean had been running out.

Jean was leaving on Tuesday, driving back home. She had some things to get prepared for a teachers' meeting at her school on Friday. Her school year started the following Monday. He'd be leaving for college on that Monday. His brow pinched. It really had been more like 2 1/2 months with Jean, not really three. Maybe he had thought of the months, June, July, August, and so it just seemed it was three months of time. He saw the exit for the airport. He put on the turn signal, checked his mirrors then looked over his shoulder before he lane changed.

He was able to get a parking slot in the high rise parking structure. He was early so he took the stairs instead of the elevator. He made his way across the roadway to the terminal and checked the flight status board for his dad's flight. It was just arriving, incredibly fifteen minutes early. He headed down to the baggage claim area, grabbing a baggage cart on the way.

Ten minutes later passengers began coming into the area. Ron looked for his father in the stream. He spotted him carrying a briefcase and a couple blueprint tubes. Ron grinned and waved. His dad finally saw him. They pushed through the flow of passengers and shook hands, then hugged. The hug was a real one, not the "manly version" of one. It had been that way at appropriate times since Ron's mother had died of cancer when he was twelve. They made their way to the correct carousel area. Ron had to wait outside the railing, holding his dad's briefcase and blueprints, making sure no one took their cart while Frank grabbed his three bags as they showed up on the merry-go-round. As Ron was waiting he mentally reviewed what he was going to say to his dad. 

Frank got all his bags, checked them out at the gate, then Ron helped him load the cart. Ron pushed it. As they made their way to the car, Frank asked his son how he had liked his big graduation gift. Ron gave his father a quizzical look. Frank grinned and pointed out he thought telling Ron to actually have a summer vacation and not work full time as he had the past few summers was one of his graduation gifts. Ron gave him a crooked smile and said it was his best graduation present, then he told his dad he was sure it was supposed to be two summers off.

Frank chuckled, "Fat chance, buddy."

Ron grinned, but the momentary thought of having next summer completely free with Jean had been nice.

They chatted more on their way to the car. In the parking structure elevator they both glanced at a very pretty Asian college babe with her slightly older boyfriend. Frank and his dad exchanged a brief smile about her. When the elevator doors opened, the couple let them out first with the cart. Ron transfered the bags to the car. Five minutes later, there were on the interstate. Traffic going south was even lighter and faster than the north bound lanes had been.

Frank took a long slow breath before speaking. "Ron, before we get home, I want to have a heart to heart with you about something that's been bothering me all summer."

Ron's gut tightened. "Ahhh... what, Dad?"

"You know, we had... not an argument really, but let's say a heated discussion about... about you being able to live alone in the house this summer. I... I didn't mean to imply I didn't think you were adult enough to do it, and... and I was wrong to imply you'd make it a party house. I felt really badly about that, like it was me saying you were still a little kid. You're not. I know you're not. It... it wasn't just you I was thinking about though. I was thinking about Jean too, but... maybe I should have just..."

Ron couldn't believe how perfectly it was working out, he quickly interrupted, "I've been thinking too, Dad, and... what you said before you left, makes... well, it makes sense. Aunt Jean here in the summer, it... it does give her a kind of vacation, I mean, we... we do have the pool, which... she does use by the way, I was wrong about that, and... and if she wants to go to the city, it's only twenty miles, and where she lives, isn't exactly like a tiny farm town, but... there's not any museums and stuff like that. 

"Anyway, what you said before you left, I thought about it and it made sense. She... she doesn't really... you know, bug me, and I wouldn't have had any parties anyway... okay, I might have had a few parties, who knows, but... but I think she should still visit every summer. And, there's this thing, she has this deal with this other teacher she used to work with, who moved out of state, who... who has like old parents in town, in Jean's town, and this woman sort of takes care of them, but it's really more of a summer visit, they're not like in wheel chairs or anything, and like this woman would like to have her own place to live while she's there, like she has other friends in the area too, maybe like a boyfriend too, I'm not sure, anyway so Jean rents this other teacher her house for the summer. Did you know that?"

"Yeah, I knew that." Frank smiled at his son. The kid was truly growing up.

"Anyway, I know she's... well, only partially here to check up on me, and... and that doesn't really bother me. In fact, this summer we've gotten along really well, it's... it's like I've gotten to know her a lot better, and... and I like her a lot. We're... we're really pretty good friends now. Plus she's a really great cook, you know? So... I think she should just keep coming every summer, like it has been. You know, if she like wants to." Ron's gut tensed. He hoped he hadn't overdone it.

"I... I'm glad you said that, Ron. I... I think it is good for her to... to have a change of scenery for a few months. And, like I just said, I do trust you. I regret implying that I didn't, which is why I brought this up right away. I thought about talking with you about it over the phone but... ahh hell..." He chuckled. "You're really making me feel old right now."

"What?" He glanced at his dad. "Wha'd'ya' mean?"

"You're not a kid anymore. What you just said about Jean, proves it. So... if you're no longer a kid, then... then that makes me a lot older." He smiled then looked at his son. Ron had an odd smile on his face, as if he was slightly embarrassed. His own smile softened. "Your mom would be very proud of you right now." He saw Ron's smile disappear. Frank took a slow breath. "I still miss her too, every single day, Ron, every single moment."

"Uh... yeah... yeah, me too, Dad." He didn't want to imagine what Mom was thinking about him right now.

Frank cleared his throat. "So... still looking forward to going off to college? Mannn... the house is really going to feel empty with you away at school."

They continued talking about other things as they drove to the western suburbs. They both commented on how surprisingly light the traffic was. As Ron pulled into the driveway and parked, they both agreed they had made it in record time. Ron expected Jean to run out to greet them but when she didn't, he figured she was doing the last minute grocery shopping. He was still worried about his dad seeing the "new Jean." Ron told himself to relax. Dad couldn't read minds.

They entered through the front door, Ron carrying two suitcases, Frank carrying the blueprint tubes and his briefcase. 

Ron said, "I'll put these down and get the other one, Dad."

"No rush. Let's have some juice or a soda in the kitchen first. Flying always makes me so damn thirsty. Where's Jean? Is she out doing something?"

"She said she was going to go to the store to pick up more stuff for dinner. We thought it would be nice to have a barbecue out on the patio, sit at the umbrella table. Steaks for you and me. Sort of a little welcome home party. I'll leave your bags by the stairs. A juice sounds good."

"Okay. I'll just put these things in the den." Frank went to the room he used as a home office, then made his way to the kitchen area, Ron was putting the bottle of cranberry juice back in the refrigerator. "Great. I was hoping there'd be cranberry." He glanced out the sliding door to the pool and abruptly stopped. His brow pinched. "Who's that pretty girl sitting on the edge of the pool?" He looked at the petite, slender girl, her back to him, shoulder length brunette hair, her seductive bubble butt very apparent in the skimpy bikini. Frank grinned. "Did you... did you get a girlfriend while I was away?"

"Huh?" Ron was beginning to lean over the sink to look out the window. His gut was already knotted. He thought Jean was out shopping. "Oh... there's... ahh... that's... that's Aunt Jean." He looked at his dad.

Frank's brow pinched again and his smile disappeared. "Really?"

Ron got more nervous. Maybe he had too enthusiastic regarding what he had said about Jean during the drive. "Yeah, that's... that's her." He leaned back and saw his dad's mouth begin to curve into a smile again.

Frank exhaled. "Finally. That's... that's great... I mean... I mean, she looks fantastic." He stepped to the glass door and pulled it open. "Jean? Is that you?"

Jean twisted around. She saw her brother. A grin instantly bloomed on her face. "Frank! I didn't expect you guys for at least another forty-five minutes!" She raised her legs out of the water and quickly stood up. "I was just going in to change and wait in front!" She trotted towards him as he walked towards her.

Frank's smile burgeoned into a grin. She had gained a tiny bit of weight and her curves were a little more womanly on her still very slender, petite body, but he was struck by how she looked so much like the girl she was a day before the accident. As they came closer she took off her stylish sunglasses, then her fingers her raked her hair away from her face. Her grin was beaming, her eyes sparkled directly into his. She raised her arms and encircled his neck with a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her back.

Jean spoke rapidly and excitedly, "How was the flight? You'll have to tell us all about it, and more about everything you did all summer. We talked on the phone every week but those calls weren't very long. Did you get to do more than work? You didn't mention much about that. Did you have any fun? I want to hear about all of it. Whatever you told Ron on the drive, you'll just have to repeat it for me!"

Frank's eyes welled to the brim as he chuckled and held her tighter. He didn't know how or why, nor did he care, he was just glad that after twelve years his little sister had finally returned.
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