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Aunt Julia

By: HarryOrwell



"Mom fell again."

For the third time in six months, my mother had fallen. They had attendants watching her at the Nursing Home, but she'd manage to do it each time, due to her dementia, and we'd have to race down to see her.

So it was, Jill and I drove the 3 hours, seeing her mom, bruised and incoherent. Since we hadn't gotten rid of her apartment because it was so cheap, the wife would stay with Mom while I would go check on the place and stay there.

The apartment was musty, so I aired it out while I went shopping for staples like beer and pretzels, ready for a boring night, not really minding the alone-time. It's good to sit back and reflect.

After visiting again to make sure the wife was okay, I was about to return to the apartment for some Football and Beer, when my wife's Aunt Julia came rushing in, having heard about Flo's latest fall. She was out of breath from rushing, no spring chicken herself. 

Julia was the sister of Jill's Dad, who had passed away. Not to make it too confusing, she was someone we rarely saw, and I knew little about. And she lived in the same town where the apartment and nursing home were.

She and Jill shared a hug, sobbing together. She nodded to me, remembering my name, but I couldn't place her until my wife's introduction, "You remember Aunt Julia..."

"Yes, of course, how are you?"

Julia, though older, was 10 years younger than Mom, still lived alone, widowed for 20 years. She tried to visit Mom once a week but it was tough. Jill thanked her for whatever time she could spend, and she nodded in appreciation.

I remembered seeing pictures from her parents' wedding and Julia had been a bride's maid. She looked like an old time movie star, even then, like Ann Blythe, dark hair against ivory skin, she shone through even back then.

None of us grows old as we wish, or we'd never age at all, but seeing Julia now, I could still see the lines of her face, the smile, the smooth white skin. Probably 65 now, she was still a striking woman.

The attendants came to end the visit since only my wife could stay overnight. Julia and I walked out together. She was 5'5, in heels, the hair still black, (with help, I'm sure) and still current with eye shadow and modest false lashes. We stopped at her car.

"So, you're staying at Flo's place tonight?"

"Yes, probably tomorrow, too. Until Jill feels comfortable about leaving Mom." 

"Well, I'm sure you weren't looking for the company of an old lady, but if you'd like to stop off, I have snacks, and cocktails. After all, it's only 8 PM. Lord knows, I could use a drink!" 

I hesitated, and she jumped in. "But I'm sure you are tired from your trip, so maybe some other time. Here's my cell number. If Flo or Jill needs anything, just call, okay Honey?" She reached up and pulled me down to her, and kissed my cheek. "Nice to see you again, Honey, you take care now."

She climbed in her car, smiled again, and drove off. On the way back to the apartment, I felt lousy. Here, this nice old lady has been visiting my mother, knowing Flo barely knows who anybody is. And all she asked was for me to stop by and have a drink. Who visits her? This is the thanks she gets?

I paused outside the apartment and thought some more. I dialed her number. "Hello?" I heard.

"Hi, Aunt Julia, it's Harry, Jill's husband."

Excitedly she asked, "Is everything alright? What happened?"

"Oh, nothing, sorry to scare you, I was just wondering if that offer still stood?"

She seemed happy to give me her address. I stopped at a liquor store, bought a bottle of wine, the least I could do, and showed up 15 minutes later.

She opened the door with a big smile. "Hi, Honey I'm glad you could make it. Please, come in!"

I handed her the bottle, she seemed pleased, offered to open it. I chose a Scotch instead, and she poured one for herself, talking amiably as she moved around the kitchen/dining area in her neat little place, putting out snacks. We sat at the counter when she finished and she raised a glass. "To Flo, the best big sister I never had."

She was a bundle of energy, at any age, and she kept calling me Honey, and Sweetie, and Doll, and I knew she would have had me wrapped around her finger back in the day. Thirty years older than me, and I loved her company. For some reason she kept me smiling.

A few times, she said, "What? Why are you smiling, Baby?" and I replied, "I don't know, I just like you, you make me smile." Then she would seem shy for a minute, then be off on another story, or risque joke, or an idea about life.

It was midnight in a flash, and two-thirds of the Scotch was gone, mostly consumed by me, but she was showing the affects, too.

"Oh, My, it's getting late! Will you be okay to drive, honey?"

"Oh, sure," I heard my voice slur. "It's not far."

I could see the concern on her face. "I don't know, maybe you rest up here for a while. You can stay the night, if you like. I'd hate for something to happen, I'd feel so responsible!"

I don't know what made me say it, but it came out, "Will you tuck me in, Mommy?"

She looked at me, curiously. I was immediately sorry, but before I could apologize she smiled, and said, "Will you stay if I say yes?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Then Mommy will tuck you in and make sure there's no monsters under the bed. Sorry you don't have fresh Jammies?"

"Oh, Mommy, I sleep Au Natural now!"

She laughed as she looked me over. "Well, thank God you'll be on the couch! I've been sleeping nude for 15 years, those damned hot flashes!"

"Well, I'll be careful sleep-walking."

"Please do, I wouldn't want to have to explain that to Jill." Julia seemed to realize what we said, and looked at me seriously. "Honey, anyone hearing this would get the wrong idea."

I smiled lecherously. "I know, I'm getting some ideas myself!"

"Be careful, Sweetie, it's been a while for me."

The Scotch was really in charge now. "Well, I'd be happy to do something about that!"

My mind popped when it realized what my mouth had said, but Julia seemed unfazed. If anything, she seemed more interested.

"Be careful, Baby, I may take you seriously."

Sitting on the counter stool beside me, I could see her profile and she had a healthy pair of tits waiting to be sucked, no matter how old they were. I had read about a senior community in Florida where unmarried sex was rampant, so they still enjoy it, and I was feeling my oats.

I turned the stool to face her, and she did the same. I touched her hand and she stood, moving between my spread legs. Our eyes were locked and she said, "God, forgive me, what am I doing?"

My hands were on her hips and I pulled her closer to me. Her standing and me sitting were the same height. I saw her lips as they came closer, and felt them softly brush mine, still unsure. But I held her and she looked at me again. 

"Are you sure you want this?" she asked. I just nodded, and she kissed me again, giving herself up to it.

Through the blur of the Scotch, I had a hand on her rump, kneading it while the other came around front and felt her breast. She tensed for a moment, then wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing deeply and I felt her tongue flick and move.

I reached around back and unhooked her bra under the blouse. Her hand caught mine as it went inside the bra and found her nipple. She gasped, "Not here, please!"

She led me to her bedroom, pulled down the comforter exposing the sheets, then turned and flicked off the lights, leaving us in shadows. Maybe she was self-conscious about her body, but my eyes adjusted and as we progressed, I could see just fine.

When she turned back to me, she raised the blouse over her head, and the dark colored bra tumbled to the floor.

Following suit, I slid my shirt over my head, as she unzipped her slacks and lowered them, still clad in panties, and her 3 inch heels. I hurried to catch up, dropping my jeans, stepping out of my shoes and socks.

She stood with her chest out, proudly, and waited. I knew it was my move and our bodies met, and the heat was astounding. I could hear her breathing heavily as my hands sought her nipples, and she pulled my head down to kiss while I tweaked them. From the kiss, she pulled me lower, and slid her boob into my face. I sat on the bed and sucked them, one by one as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Oh, baby, that feels so nice! Yes! Um! Oooh! Yes, Baby, like that!"

My fingers slid into her waist band and the panties fell, and my front hand dropped to her slot, feeling the heavily bushed area. Her legs were slightly parted, and I let a finger slide up and in, and she stirred in my hand, moving around, growling.

My 6 inches were pressed against my boxers and needed release. I reached and let it pop out the piss hole. Julia seemed to sense what I'd done, and reached to me, finding my cock head in her small hand, palming my knob as I moaned.

I sucked her tit as she whispered in my ear, "Oh, honey, I really want that cock inside me!" 

The gruff language excited me. When was the last time she said that? I'd better give it to her. I stood and she gasped as I released her nipple. I turned her back to the bed, and she scrambled up on it, breathing heavily.

I could see the whites of her eyes looking at me, as I climbed on. She lifted her feet and spread for me, the flesh seeming so white in the shadows.

I knelt before her, looking down, holding my cock as it throbbed. I moved up, over her, perched on one hand, and held my shaft, sliding it through her hair, finding the wet slit.

I dipped the tip, and she shuddered. She was ready. I arched my back and slowly pressed in, further, feeling her flesh slide up my cock, taking me in. The groans were from both of us, groans of pleasure. I was amazed at her tightness.

I withdrew to the head, then slid back in, and she groaned with each push. The thought that I was hurting her didn't last. She was talking again, saying how good it felt, and how long it had been, and that Mommy loved her Baby, louder, and sharper, each comment.

My hips were smacking into her, and she was answering each thrust. The old bed was creaking and the head board banged against the walls. This old room hadn't heard such sounds in too long.

My hopes of holding on didn't last. Her comments and the tightness had me ready to ring the bell, and I gave into it just as she cried out, "OH, GODDDDD!"

My sperm shot out in spurts, and she seemed to feel each shot. She was practically crying as I slumped over her, exhausted.

We lay there for a while, and I rolled off, falling into a deep sleep.

The sunlight shone between the slats of the blinds. I was alone, with Scotch mouth and a headache.

"Oh, you're up! How are you, Honey?"

I looked over. There was Julia at the door, Advil and Orange Juice in hand, dressed all in white, like an old angel. Her black hair was pulled back. It was a white nightgown, a robe over it. not your every day sleeping gown for sure. Full make-up like last night, always looking her best. I was flattered. Also, I was embarrassed, thinking back, but she seemed fine with it.

"Here, take these, there's fresh towels in the shower. I washed and dried your undies, hope you don't mind. There's coffee, when you're ready."

She walked out and I downed the Advil, washed up and got dressed. She was at the counter, reading the paper, sipping coffee. I poured a cup.

"About last night..." I began.

"Shhh! It happened. We didn't plan it. I for one, had a great time, thank you. We'll just make like it never happened, okay? It was our little secret."

I drank the black liquid, it was too hot, but I relished the punishment.

"You're really something special, Julia. Where were you 20 years ago when I was single?"

"I was too old for you then, too!"

"You weren't too old horizontally, for sure!"

She smiled, gave me a wink. "I just followed your lead, baby."

I took her shoulders and she stood, a questioning look on her face. I bent and kissed her, tasting her cherry lip gloss.

I said, "I think we should come down and visit Flo more often. This way, Jill gets to see her Mom."

"Oh? Do you think you could find the time to say hello to an old friend?"

"As long as the friend has Scotch and Advil!" I led her back to the squeaky bed.

Aunt Julia's Bad Day



Beginning With Nick

The day, that horrible day, began with her nephew Nick. He and his Mom, Shawna, Julia Williams' younger sister, were living with Julia, and Julia was providing the bulk of the money for Nick's university education. 

It was an uneasy mix at best but Julia was determined to try to make it work. She hated to admit it but she didn't trust Nick. He seemed to be always there, no matter what was happening. 

The thing, of course that Julia didn't know was that Nick was going to try to pull off what he was thinking of as his major coup that very morning. 

Shawna had married early, the only one of the three girls to do so, and had her Nicholas. She divorced and ended up being a single mother, and Julia helped her along with that difficult task, especially financially, since the marriage 'crashed and burned' about a year ago. It was then that Shawna and Nick came to live with Julia, in her fairly small house. And it was since that time that things had been tense, at least for Julia, where Nick was concerned. 

Julia had entered the business world early and was struggling to make her mark. She had done well; indeed, she did well enough to help Shawna out.

She began working for Dryfuss Inc pretty much as a laborer but she worked continually on her education and the effect of her various promotions through the years was to make her aware of almost every part of their process. At this point in her work life, Julia was assistant/associate to John Linn Dryfuss, the CEO and COO, and the owner. 

The three girls had grown up in a fairly middle class Afro-American family. They were popular at school and easy to become friends with people. Of the three girls, Julia was the tall one; that is, she was tall and well built, whereas Angelia was rather thin, and tended to be intense --- especially now that she was honing in on her doctor's degree. Shawna was smaller and cute, the cuddly one. 

Of course, growing up, for a while, Julia had tended to be the fat sister. No one knew why she'd turned out that way. She favored, in that respect, more her maternal grandmother than either her Mom or Dad, neither of whom were heavy. But Julia was, for years, the fat sister. (Of course, in this respect, she was 'fat' only in comparison to her sisters, who were not.) 

It was only, when she finally went to college that Julia had her growth spurts. It was as though it was all waiting to happen at one time. She took up athletics and the spirit of the teams that she joined, especially the volley ball team, seemed to also spur on her new found growth. 

By the middle of her college years, Julia was fairly tall, 5'11", and certainly well built. She sported, since those college days, her hair in curls that were close to her skull. She liked the short hair effect. But it was as though her heavy weight simply, over those few years, was re-distributed. She was the busty one of the crowd --- again taking after her maternal grandmother, and her sisters were certainly, at least periodically, jealous of Julia's 38c breasts —- (Julia called them 'her girls'!). She was, like Shawna especially, a lovely looking woman. She also had soft full lips that alone were 'to die for'. At her present age of 33, Julia Williams was a treat!

Her participation in college athletics left her with strong legs and a lovely rounded butt --- which also caused envy, at least with Shawna, who was more petite and had, as she would put it, 'less equipment' than statuesque Julia.

It was just at the time that Shawna's marriage failed and she needed a place to stay, to 'get away from that beast', as she put it at the time, that Julia had gotten her new position with Mr Dryfuss. She was still in the process of learning about that position and getting 'into it'.

The bad day began with Nick's final decision to put his major plan into operation. He lived with constant, or at least a frequent day dream about his Aunt Julia. He was certainly 'in lust' with her and she figured in every thought that led him, especially at night to play with himself.

Today the daydream was strong, and it was today that he was determined to make some progress. He smiled as he rolled it one more time in his mind:

NICK'S DAYDREAM:

Aunt Julia would ask him to help with a project in the garage. For his part, Nick was super pleased about the request to help his Aunt. He had been in lust with her for as long as he could remember. He had spent, he thought, a remarkable amount of his lifetime ogling his Aunt Julia. He secretly called her 'Julia the Body'. 

This was going to be his day with Aunt Julia and that was super fine with Nick! He was looking forward to it.

As he was growing up, he would allow himself the treat of trying to decide which of his Aunt Julia's features were the best: those luscious lips, or her big tits or that wonderfully rounded ass. 

It was just such thoughts that would almost invariably lead Nick to reach for his usually growing erection and play with himself thinking of Julia and what her lips would do to him, while he was idly playing with a large, hard nippled tit or bouncing a coveted ass cheek. 

His Aunt Julia fairly filled Nick's world. 

Nick also knew that one of the very best parts of the day working with Aunt Julia would be the hug that she gave him, when they worked together. They were a hugging family; he'd grown up knowing that and getting regular hugs from his Aunts, Angelia and Julia. 

It's just that today he figured that this would be his best chance to get himself close enough to rub up against Aunt Julia. 

He tried, of course, to put brakes on that kind of thinking, after a bit, since he didn't want to be poking her with his erection, during the hug. But that very thought caused him to chuckle.

Julia was already in the garage, when he entered."There he is! Mr Gorgeous! The world's most handsome nephew!" Julia proclaimed as she went down the steps and hastened over to the driveway to grab hold of her nephew.

"Look world," he proclaimed, "It's Aunt Julia the body!"

She giggled and struck a pose for him.

"Aren't you ashamed, you brash young man," she declared, "Treating your old Aunt that way?"

"I call them the way that they are!" he said with flair and she squealed and grabbed him into hug that he had been anticipating.

The hug was quick. Nick had to move away quicker than he wanted because his erection was being, on this occasion, instantaneous. But Aunt Julia felt wonderful; she smelled wonderful! She looked wonderful!

He felt at least free enough to tell her those things. It made her preen and grin at him, leaning in and planting a large kiss on him with her world class lips. 

"Aren't you the silver tongued one!" she crooned to him, still holding on to him. 

"Looks like you're ready to work, Aunt Julia," he said.

"Yep, that's me today!" she said, spinning around and showing herself off, still being the enthusiastic Aunt for him.

Julia was indeed dressed to work. She sported a tee shirt, proclaiming her favorite professional football team, across her large breasts, and she also wore running shorts. They were a bit baggy, which didn't please Nick all that much, since he was looking forward to ogling at her ass. (One of today's projects for him!)

"All ready, sport?" she asked.

"Well," he replied with a grin, "I was intending to ogle just a little bit longer!"

It set her giggling. "Ogling will have to take place, during the job!" she declared.

"So, ogling is allowed!" he asked.

"You mean from my not so secret admirer?" she asked with a grin.

"Got me, Auntie!" he said, "But show me what we're going to be doing, and let's get to it."

"Yes," she said, "Ogling will come later!"

("Not really!" Nick said to himself, knowing that working with his Aunt was going to be that much of a treat for him!)

They went into the garage, after Julia moved her car out, an older Mazda convertible, called Rosinante, and which she coddled and kept on the road, at times by will alone.

"Aunt Julia," Nick said, "This is a beater!"

"Yes, honey," she admitted, "One of these days I'll get rid of it."

"Sell it to me, when you do," he said.

"Might just do that!" was her reply.

She explained to him what it was that she needed to have done, and they began to do it with a will. They worked side by side for a good long time and then she indicated that she needed to get into a pile of things, that were left over from dealing with her Momma and Daddy's house, to see about them. 

THE DREAM INCIDENT

That's when it happened. 

Nick was busy, half the time, staring at Julia's round and firm butt. He was getting, in the process, more and more excited. He constantly had to surreptitiously shift his erection around, to try to not make it too obvious. 

It was almost as if she were tempting him with her movements, especially now that she was bending over this new pile of items. It showed him her 'vpl', making him grin, as he stared at the lines that her panties were making, as they pushed against the fabric of her shorts.

Nick was getting hotter and hotter, as he watched his Aunt Julia in her bent over position.

Then, heaven help him, he did the stupidest thing that he'd ever done in his life. He allowed his constantly growing and in-dwelling fantasies get the best of him. He'd been kind of preparing for what was about to happen, as stupid as it actually was, for most of his teenaged life. He just never until that moment thought or believed that it would happen, that he'd do such a thing. 

As she bent over there, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her tee shirt and her butt in the air, her panty line showing, Nick, before he realized what he was doing, reached out and, grabbing the shorts at the waist, pulled them down. They were big enough that they moved easily and were soon around her ankles. Leaving Julia there showing a pair of beige panties and her, not really hidden at all, fabulous ass.

His immediate reaction was: "Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, Aunt Julia!"

Her immediate reaction as nothing that he would ever have guessed at all. She made a squealing noise, when her pulled her shorts down, and sprang upright. She gave him a piercing look all the while he apologized. The only, at that moment, good part of what was happening was that now she was turned around and he could see plainly her pussy hair, not hidden by the fabric of her panties at all. 

And then, the entire world stopped. Nick's world stopped and shifted its axes and he was momentarily left only looking and trying to take in what was occurring, because Aunt Julia, shuffling along with her shorts around her ankles, grabbed her nephew and kissed him!

The daydream was a grand one. It was so frequently on his mind that it kind of drove him to do something about his 'lust' for his Aunt, half believing in the outcome of the daydream, that she'd end up in his arms. 

He considered himself a 'cool operator' but was not pleased that he'd failed thus far to get his heart's desire, namely at least a photo of his gorgeous Aunt Julia naked. But today he'd do it. He'd talked himself into doing it and was ready for the risk. He thought that she'd be so busy with her shower that he could sneak into the bathroom and take the photo and get out again.

(Of course he was 'thinking with his dick', as the phrase indicates but there was no one around to try to talk him out of his hair brained idea, and so, he was determined.)

There were two things that occurred at about the same time. First of all, Nick forgot to silence the phone's 'click' noise that accompanied his taking a picture. He was so intent on the picture, and the wonder of seeing Aunt Julia, finally —- finally, totally naked, 'all tits and ass', as he said to himself at the time, that he never noticed the 'click' noise of the camera.

Julia, however, noticed it right away. That was because of the second thing that occurred at that precise moment. She had just then finished and turned off the shower. As soon as the shower was turned off, Julia heard the click and recognized what it was immediately, spotting Nick and his phone immediately.

Nick grinned, despite himself, when his Aunt Julia looked at him wide eyed and really, really angry. But he wasn't ready for the storm that was coming, not by any measure. 

Julia emerged from the shower stall like the wrath of God, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Nicholas, I will kill you!"

He was rooted to the spot for that moment, and didn't get away. He was frozen there by the combination of Julia's total, naked beauty and the absolute fury of her anger. 

Then, to make things even worse, Shawna appeared at the door, wondering what the shouting was about. She got to the bathroom at the same time that Julia got to where Nick was standing, rooted, it seemed, to the spot. 

Julia was now clutching a towel in one hand by then, with her arm holding it right above her breasts and with the other hand, she simply snatched the camera from him and with a deft toss, threw it into the toilet.

Nick bellowed, when then phone went into the water but he had other problems right then.

"You little pervert!" Julia yelled, as soon as she'd disposed of the phone, she slapped his face. She slapped him with her hand one way and then back handed him the other way with the same hand. 

He turned only to meet his Momma coming into the bathroom. And Shawna, seeing what had happened, since she arrived just as Julia emerged from the shower and after Julia's first shout, recognized what had happened. When Nick turned her way, she slapped his face also, back and forth, as Julia had.

"Leave!" Shawna shouted, "Right this instance! Go on! Go to school but get out! How dare you?!"

Nick, totally done in by then, stomped down the stairs, with his Momma following him and berating him all the way. She stayed with him until he was gone, and then she went back upstairs. By the time she got to the bathroom, where Julia now had at least her panties and bra on, she was crying.

Julia met her with open arms.

"I'm so sorry!" Shawna said, "So sorry!"

"I've been afraid that something like this was coming," Julia said.

"Ohhhhhh!" Shawna moaned. 

"I've totally destroyed the phone," Julia said. "And will cancel it today."

(In an ironic twist, Julia was the one that was paying for Nick's phone!)

"He's gone!" Shawna said, still sobbing.

"It'll be okay, honey! We'll work this out." Julia said.

"I'm going to send him to his Dad's," Shawna said.

"It might be best for a while," Julia admitted, her own feelings being cooled a bit by Shawna's obvious grief over what happened. 

"I'll go and make some coffee," Shawna said, and Julia nodded.

She had other things that she decided had better be done. She quickly dressed; much more quickly that she normally would but she needed to get to work and did want to look over Nick's computer in the meantime, which she'd bought for him also.

It was as she'd thought and feared. She found photos on the computer. They were photos taken of her in various stages of undress, and, worst of all, there were photos of Nick holding his erection against his Momma's lips, as Shawna was obviously sleeping. 

Julia didn't want Shawna to see those photos. She quickly took care of it. (She was the computer specialist for the company; it was one of the many jobs that she'd performed there, and this was child's play to her!) She simply erased the material and set it up as it had been, when it was new. The material was all gone.

There was also a back up drive, which she formatted and she found a thumb drive, which she cleared also. Nick's surveillance had been almost entirely electronic and Julia made sure that she took care of those things.

She left a note for Nick on the computer screen, telling him what she'd done:

"Nicholas, I'm ashamed of you! Treating not only me this way but causing this heart ache for your lovely Momma! You may not stay here anymore. You can take the computer, which I bought for you. I've taken everything off of it and the back up drive, as well as the thumb drive. Don't let anything like this happen again.

Aunt Julia"

When she was done, she went downstairs and had some coffee with Shawna, who was still sobbing. She held her sister for a few moments and told her how she'd cleaned the computer and the backup drive, and thumb drive.

"I'll kill him!" Shawna said.

"You just take some time to calm down, honey, and we'll talk about this tonight," Julia said, trying to calm Shawna a little.

Julia took a huge breath then and said: "But I do want him to be out of here today. I know it sounds harsh but that was creepy for me."

"Harsh! No!" Shawna said, "I'll call Gerald and tell him today that Nick is coming to him. I'll take the time to get his stuff packed up. I'm so shaken by this."

Julia, right then, was glad that she hadn't told Shawna about the pictures of what Nick had done to his Mom during the night. She kept that information to herself.

THE BAD DAY: GETTING WORSE

She was in a hurry now. All that fuss with Nick had put her behind her time. She gave the still sorrowing Shawna a quick kiss and hug and said: "Sweetie, I have to leave."

"I promise, Jules, that I'll get this straightened out. He's going to his father's; that's all there is to it."

"We'll talk," Julia said, "Call me at work, if you get a chance. Maybe we can lunch. When do you work?"

"Afternoon shift today," Shawna said, and Julia was gone.

She got to the garage and said a fairly happy 'good morning' to Rosinante, her Mazda sport convertible. That car was one of the things that was guaranteed to lift her spirits, which were indeed, right then, low.

"Hey, Ros," she said, settling herself in. "How are you today?"

The motor cranked a bit before starting; Rosinante was an old gal of a car.

"I promise, promise," Julia said, speaking to the car, "To get you all checked out soon; new shoes, brakes and everything. Things are gonna change; I think!"

It had been one of the things that she set aside, since her money was going to help Nick's university education. But in her present frame of mind, money going for that kind of need was coming to an abrupt end. She was sure of that. Ros finally fired up and Julia was out and away.

She had a precise route that she always took to work. It was a pleasant one for her, since it went past the Dryfuss estate, called by everyone around 'the Hall', and, since she was a girl, she was in love with the Dryfuss estate, with its majestic surrounding wall and the long rolling lawns, going up to what she supposed was a lovely house.

(She'd never actually been in the house or up to it but her imagination always played games with her about how grand it would be.)

As a matter of fact, it was one of the lovely ironic things of her life that she landed a job, while still pursuing her education, at Dryfuss Inc. It made her trip past the estate that much more a treat for her.

She was hurrying in that direction driving much faster than she usually did. Normally, for her, it was a slow trip past Dryfuss to gape at it a bit and let the whole picture of it invade her mind, kind of. 

But Julia's bad day was about to get even worse!

JOHN:

John Linn Dryfuss' morning preparations were just about complete and he was ready to head to work. The cats, Mindy and Maudie, had been fed and catered to, and seemed to be content to take their places in front of one of the large windows that allowed them to survey the scenery of the grounds. He was a pretty much contented man, but one, who, at 37, longed for more in his life.

Hen said a 'good bye' to Mrs Darling, his housekeeper, and moved to the garage, through the breezeway and decided it was the Range Rover for today. He was a bit of a car buff and, since he lived now alone, and had done so for a while, allowed himself to purchase cars that he had a fancy for. He was always pleased, when he entered the garage and saw them: a lovely tan Mercedes sedan, a sleek Mercedes sports car convertible and his Range Rover.




Aunt Julia's Bad Day



John Linn had come up through the business in much the same was that Julia Williams had, at about exactly the same time. It's when they'd met, and, during the ensuing time period, become close friends. 

Julia always considered it that way: John Linn was her friend. She'd eventually joined him, once he'd become the CEO, as a member of the management team at Dryfuss, Inc. But the easy closeness of their relationship was always a treat for her. 

Of course, it wasn't exactly the same for John Linn. He had been in love with Julia Williams, totally, infatuatedly in love with her for over a year and a half. They had, these feelings, surfaced and ripened after they'd been there and working together for about six months.

John Linn not only found her a true friend but a valuable worker. She was certainly a 'go to' kind of person and never seemed to be out of her depth in working on problems that they faced for the company. 

Apart from that quite major thing, he was simply taken by her beauty. He didn't like to dwell on it. He wasn't going to allow himself to be a drooling adolescent about it. But he never managed to not notice the loveliness of her face and the ample beauty of her body. From the crown of her head, with her close cropped hair, right down to her toes, John Linn Dryfuss was absolutely in love with Julia Williams.

He also made it his constantly pursued plan to not let her know that. He was a kind of old fashioned gentleman. He was very reticent about pushing forward his agenda for her, his feelings for her. In that respect, he was unlike her nephew Nicholas totally!

Nor was he quite sure that a lovely Afro-American woman like Julia Williams would fancy or allow 'attentions' from a white man like John Linn. That was shaky ground, he felt and he simply stayed away from it.

But every day, this day included, was a joy for him because he worked closely with her, and he knew that he'd see her that day. It always made his day bright. He told Mindy and Maudie about going to see Julia today. They made appropriate cat noises during his relating of the tale and it pleased him. 

He was humming to himself, as he made his way down the circular drive from the absolutely huge house, the Hall, that had been his Mom's total concern in her life. He was living there, he felt, as much from inertia as anything else. He had, apart from the business, no real anchor for himself these days. He knew he should think more about that.

The one question that he did allow himself to ask was: "Where would Julia like to live? Would she like this huge house and these grounds or was she a dedicated apartment dweller or what?"

John didn't know much about her personal life. He tried not to pry there, although now and again she did talk to him, as a friend, about issues: such as Shawna and Nicholas coming to live with her, when Shawna's marriage ended.

He was humming to himself, having just gone over that question about where Julia would like to live, when he entered, even if unintentionally, into Julia Williams' bad day!

THE ACCIDENT:

Julia was hurrying, as she neared the front of the Dryfuss estate. She didn't see the pot hole, until it was too late and the pot hole combined with her benign neglect of Rosinante, as of late, caused the accident.

She hit the pot hole with her right front wheel and the tire blew totally. The car suddenly jerked to the side, hopped the curb and slammed into the wall of the Dryfuss estate.

It all happened in a nano-second, and, when the car hit the wall, having been traveling at about 40 mph, Julia received a major hit on the head and everything went black.

It just so happened that John Linn was just at the foot of his long, winding driveway, when the accident occurred, and he saw it all happen. He turned the Rover off and jumped from the car immediately. He ran over to where the car was still shaking and wrenched the door open. He reached in and turned the key off. As he did Julia slumped to the side, into his arms, apparently lifeless.

That was his thought; it was his first and worst thought. He imagined right then and there that all his plans and his waiting and his gentleness and slowness about making anything clear to Julia Williams was suddenly put at a naught. 

In almost desperation, he said to her:

"No, no, Julia, my Julia, don't die! I've never told you! I've never said things! I've never loved you properly! Don't, don't die on me!" He was simply, in that moment, beside himself.

To Julia it was as though someone were speaking to her from a cloud. She was, right then, sinking into unconsciousness but she heard the voice and the words, and recognized the voice, seeing a very hazy picture of John Linn in front of her eyes, that were, even then, closing.

Someone, who'd also seen the accident and came to the scene, but after John Linn had made his desperate declarations, had called 911 and there was already an ambulance on the way.

John stood back to allow the attendants to take care of her.

"Is she . . .?" he asked.

"She's out," the attendant, a woman named 'Wendy' answered.

"Oh," he said, "I thought she was dead!"

"No," Wendy said, "Do you know her? Relative?"

"I'm her boss," he said, "I work with her, she's my . . .friend. May I please ride with her to the hospital?" He said this with great emotion showing on his face.

"Yes," Wendy said, kindly, as they loaded Julia into the ambulance for the short ride to the University Hospital, which was nearby. 

He clattered into the back of the ambulance, after the gurney was loaded, and sat so that he could be out of the way. Wendy was working on Julia, taking vitals and announcing into her mic the results to the ER at the hospital. He was, however, close enough to be able to hold Julia's hand.

He remarked to himself that it was a shame that he'd never gotten to hold her hand before, and he was terribly afraid that it was now too late to begin to show his amazing feelings for her.

"You okay?" Wendy asked pleasantly.

"Sorry," John Linn said, "I love this woman and she doesn't even know it."

"I bet she does now!" Wendy said, putting her hand on his arm.

"That would be lovely!" he said.

"Boy friend?" Wendy asked again.

"No," he said, softly, "I'm her boss, actually. She's my admin associate; she helps me run the place."

"Well, just take good care of her," Wendy said finally, "I bet she's going to be fine, especially with you in her corner."

"Oh, I hope so!" he said.

There was a sense of unreality for him, as they raced through the streets with the sirens blaring. He's witnessed it so many times but never, never from this perspective.

At the hospital, Julia was whisked away to a treatment room, and shortly thereafter John Linn was approached by someone to ask about her. He gave the information that he had, and indicated that the company would be paying for her hospital bills.

Then, once that task was taken care of, he got on his phone to his secretary, telling her of the situation, and asked her to look at Julia's personnel file and call him back. He said that he needed to contact family.

He got the call in a relatively short time and then tracked Shawna down at home, just getting ready for work.

"Hello?" Shawna said, answering the phone. 

"Mr Dryfuss?" she said, after he identified himself to her. 

"Yes," John Linn said, and then explained to Shawna that Julia had had an accident just outside of his home. He mentioned the blown tire and her car smashing against the wall.

"I'm at the hospital with her and they are assessing her now; I'll wait with her," he said.

He could tell from the sound of Shawna's voice that she was just barely holding back her own emotions. She said that she'd be right there.

He was busy with one of the ER aides, when Shawna arrived. They needed permission to perform possible surgery to relieve some of the pressure of blood within her skull. 

(As a matter of fact, tests later showed that the surgery wasn't necessary.)

At that point, Shawna started to fall apart. John Linn simply put his arms around her and put up his hand to hold off the hospital aid and said softly to Shawna.

"Honey, we'll get through this; please sign their paper. It's going to be fine."

"Yes, yes," Shawna said and signed the needed document. 

Then they needed to wait. John Linn went to get some coffee and something at least to snack on for the two of them but they waited pretty much in silence, for a bit, though with Shawna talking a bit, including about 'the trouble'. She was upset or might not have mentioned it to him.

"I appreciate your being here," Shawna said at one point.

"She's such a valuable member of our team!" he said, not giving a hint about his real feelings at that point.

The procedures and tests, they were told, was a complete success and Julia would be taken to a private room.

Shawna wondered about that but John Linn explained that he, the firm would be paying her hospital bills and he insisted on a private room.

This made Shawn cry, and he held her as she did.

"It's going to be a while," he said, "Do you need to go home and arrange anything?"

"Yes, maybe I do," she said, "I'll be back as soon as possible but I never had a chance to take my morning shower and I need to change. Thank you."

He hugged her before she left. 

AWAKENING:

John sat by her bed, and was reading some items on his phone. Julia had lain there silent and, he thought, beautiful for quite a while.

He was finally surprised by her voice. It was soft and tentative but for him it suddenly filled the world:

"I heard what you said," she said softly. "Heard it all, John Linn!"

"Oh!" he breathed and held onto her hand. "I didn't realize that!"

"Shawna?" she said then, as though consciously putting of any discussion of what he'd said to her, as she was fading, after the accident.

"She's at home changing clothes." he said, "Will be back soon, I think. She was really really upset," he went on. "Mentioned the 'trouble' with Nick."

"Oh," she said.

"Are you okay with that? Anything I need to do?" he wanted to know.

"Don't know," she replied, "But just hearing you ask makes me feel better about it; I appreciate it, John Linn!"

She took his hand, as she said it and he bent his head, almost involuntarily and kissed the back of her hand, causing her to smile.

"The business?" she asked.

"Ticking along like a clock!" he replied, "Will do without us for a few days, I think."

"Good!" she said, sighing.

"Did Shawna sign for the hospital costs?" she wanted to know. 

(Julia was at all times fairly practical and made sure that she had details in hand. It was what made her such a valued ally in the business.)

"I've signed," he said, "Company will pay the hospital costs."

"You mean you will, you wonderful man!" she said. She smiled at him and said: "Bend you head here!"

He did and she kissed his cheek.

Privately to himself he whispered: "Closer and closer!"

And, as though she were reading his thoughts, she said: "Keep that thought, John Linn!"

He blushed and she gave a soft laugh. 

It was then that Shawna burst in on them.

"Oh, Julia!" she proclaimed. "Love, love, love!"

Shawna was draped on Julia for a moment and crying for all she was worth. 

"I was so afraid that I'd —- we'd lost you!" Shawna said, wiping her tears away, and taking the handkerchief that John Linn offered. 

"Not hardly, not yet!" Julia said. Then she quipped: "Do you like my new look? The swami look?"

All three of them laughed at that. 

(She was referring to the bandages around her head.)

Then to John Linn, with a twinkle in her eye, she said: "Hope you like bald women!"

Shawna put her hand over her mouth to giggle into her hand and John Linn just blushed.

"Well, I like you!" he admitted. "Bald or any way!"

"Hear that, Shawna?" Julia quipped and then she reached out for John's hand and said: "Okay, I'll quit teasing you!"

"Please don't!" he said.

"Okay," he said then, "I'll go out for something to eat for us. I think that you've snoozed past the dinner time here."

"Oh, goodie!" Julia said, "I am hungry."

"What'll it be?" he wanted to know and both Julia and Shawna considered that and John left to bring back what they wanted.

When he was gone, Shawna said: "Is this sudden?"

"For me it is," Julia said, "Apparently, unless I miss my guess, it's not for him."

"How do you feel about it?" Shawna asked.

"Well, to tell the truth," Julia answered, "In all the blackness of this damn day, it's the one true ray of light and I want to hold onto that and see where it takes me."

"Ohhhhh!" Shawna cooed and hugged her sister.

ARRANGEMENTS:

"I called Nick and told him," Shawna said quietly, after they'd eaten what John Linn had provided for them.

"Good," Julia answered quietly.

She looked at John Linn, who was back by then, and at Shawna, who was obviously nervous and went on: "I don't think that I want to see him yet; not for a while."

"I understand that, love," Shawna said, tears gathering at the edges of her eyes.

"Come here," Julia said, hugging her sister.

"I love you, Jules," Shawna said, "Love you so much!"

"I love you too," Julia said, and as she hugged Shawna, she put her hand out, which John Linn took and kissed.

As Shawna had her head resting on Julia's shoulder, Julia mouthed to John Linn: "Thank you!"

It was shortly after that, when Julia began to feel the full effects of everything and the nurse, coming in, indicated that she'd be given something to make her sleep.

Shawna was obviously torn by not knowing what to do. It was John Linn who spoke up: "Shawna," he said, "Why don't you go home? I'll stay with her for a while!"

"Oh, I am tired," Shawna said, and had an emotional parting from Julia.

Julia was drifting then, and said a brief: "Sorry!" to John Linn.

"No," he said, "None of that. You just get your rest. I'll be here."

"Yes," she sighed, "I know that; it makes it so much better."

(At this point neither of them were any longer willing to hide the great emotions that had flowed between them. They didn't talk about that, not yet; but the emotions were there, nevertheless.)

She settled down and did sleep. Meanwhile, John had some reports and business items to go over, that his secretary, May, had delivered to the hospital for him. He began the process of going over those things and they took him a good long time to digest and act upon.

Only gradually did he actually start to feel tired himself. There was a lounging chair in the room, which he fixed for himself and laid his head back to rest too.

He was awakened by Julia groaning. She was in the midst of some kind of dream involving the former day's events. He simply went to the bed and leaned over her. She woke then and sighed, seeing him there and put her arms up to hug him. She cried a little then, as he held her, and he held onto her until she fell back into a more peaceful sleep.

He was there, when she woke in the morning. He was, at the time, snoozing a bit. She simply lay there and looked at him.

"My John Linn," she said, almost more to herself, to convince herself of the fact, than to him. It caused him to open his eyes, and he smiled at her.

"Hi, John Linn," she said softly. "Romantic way to spend the night together!" She giggled at the end of the phrase.

"Yes," he said, "But it was necessary."

"Yes, thank you," she said, "For being there for me."

"I am, you know!" he said.

"I'm beginning to realize that very clearly," she said. 

After breakfast, they had her off for some tests. The nurse told John Linn, knowing that he'd spent the night, that it would take a few hours, and that he might want the time to go and get himself ready for his day.

He left and went home to shower and clean up. He knew that Maudie and Mindy were being cared for by his house keeper, Mrs Darling. He took time, when he'd gotten home to fill Mrs Darling in on what had happened and bring her up to date.

He also called May, his secretary, and asked her to stop by the hospital later and pick up the documents that he had for her.

Following that, he inquired about Julia's car and found out that it was pretty much a total loss. 

"We'll deal with that, when the time comes," he said. 

It was a busy time, and when he got back to the hospital, he found Julia sitting up and smiling and talking to Shawna.

"Hey, John Linn!" Julia said with pleasure, getting a hug and a cheek kiss from him.

"Hey yourself," he said, "Looking bright and with it today."

"Oh, feeling that way," she said, "So much better; even head aches aren't bothering today."

"Grand!" he said.

It was shortly after that, that the doctor visited. He was quite positive about Julia's condition and told her that.

"We can send you home today but I'd like you to have rest for another few days or so. Just to be on the safe side. If any head pains reoccur, please contact us as soon as possible."

He left then to do the paper work that was needed.

"What shall we do?" Shawna wanted to know. 

(It was normally Julia who made decision in their house hold, and Shawna expected that to be the case now also.)

Julia looked at John Linn at that precise moment, and it was he that spoke up: "This is what I think. I'd like you to come to stay at my house for a few days, just until we're sure that things are going fine and will be okay. Plus, your car is totaled; it's just gone. So, we need to do something about that."

"Oh, dear!" Julia said, tears crowding her eyes at that point.

He reached out for her hand and covered her hand with his: "It's going to be fine," he said. "I promise. Just fine."

"Oh, I think it is," Julia said, and Shawna was smiling.

Julia turned to Shawna then and said: "You don't mind, love?"

Shawna said, "I think it might be the best thing for you. After all, we had that unpleasant stuff and it might effect you just being around. I'd rather have you get totally well first. Why don't I go home and get you some clothes. I'll pack them in a case and I can meet you at John Linn's?"

"Super idea!" John Linn said with enthusiasm.

Then with hugs and kisses, Shawna left to run her errand.

Julia smiled at him then and said: "It's so nice of you to be willing to take care of me!"

"Julia," he said, softly, "You heard what I said; even if you weren't intended to hear it at that time."

"Yes, I heard!" she agreed.

"So, let me take care of you; it's what I want to do," he assured her.

"Thank you so much," she said. Then she got a gleam in her eye and said: "You get to see me bald!"

"Whoopee!" he said, causing her to grin at him. Then she said: "At least bald!"

He just stared and she laughed and said: "I've got John Linn on the run!"

"Afraid you do!" he agreed, and went to her, as she held out her arms to him for an embrace. 

After the hug, he said to her softly: "Now don't you go away; I have to take care of this!"

She smiled and said: "I'll be right here, Johnnie!" she kind of gave a giggle, as she used that name.

He swiveled his head around, at the sound of the name and smiled at her.

"Yes?" she said.

"My Momma's favorite name for me!" he said, and went back to her brushing her lips with his own for a quick kiss, and he left.

He was soon back and had made arrangements for a private ambulance to take her to his house, so that he could get her settled. He stayed with her long enough to oversee her being discharged and loaded into the ambulance. Then he gave a quick call to Shawna to tell her that she should meet them at his house. On the phone, Shawna explained that she had a later shift that day but did need to go to work.

"It's fine, Shawna," John Linn said, "I intend to take care of her."

"Oh, you're such an angel!" Shawna said, "I'm so glad she has you!"




Aunt Julia's Bad Day



"Thank you, honey!" he said back to her.

He went ahead of the ambulance and parked his car with enough time to be at the entrance to wait for her arrival. He was joined there by his housekeeper, Mrs Darling.

The ambulance attendants took Julia into the entrance hall before they discharged her into John Linn's care. He first introduced Julia to Mrs Darling and then took care of paying the ambulance bill, and they were off. 

"Let's take her to the master, Mrs Darling," he said.

"And you, Mr Dryfuss?" she enquired then.

"Guest two will be fine for me," he said. "That'll put me across the hall from her and I can check on her, if needed."

Julia was sitting there smiling, as this conversation went on and then she made a low kind of squealing noise as the entrance way was invaded by Maudie and Mindy, the two cats. They were both beautiful seal point siamese cats, and especially Maudie was very vocal. They took to Julia, winding in and around her legs with their rubbing, right away.

"Oh, I love them!" Julia said to a smiling John Linn.

"Well, they might just invade your room," he replied. "They are used to having the run of the house."

"I'll welcome them," she said with joy in her voice.

"Feel up to walking up?" John Linn asked.

"Alternative?" she said with a giggle.

With no other word at all, he reached down and, grabbing her across the shoulders and under the knees, had her up in his arms.

"Ohhhhh!" she said, "I didn't know you were this strong!"

He just smiled and walked into the house with her.

"I love this house!" she said softly into his ear. "I've been seeing it and loving it from afar almost all of my life"

"Welcome to the Hall," he said, kissing her cheek. 

She sighed, as he got her up the stairs to the bedroom area, turning into the door of the large master suite.

"I hate to be putting you out of your room," she whispered.

"Not a problem," he said, "I'll be right on hand, across the hall in the guest room."

"Yes," she said, echoing his previous words, "Guest 2!"

"Yep," he said, "That's me! Guest 2!"

"But in your own home!" she made a mild protest.

"It's fine!" he said, and she thanked him.

He'd gotten her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. She was wearing a night gown and a robe that Shawna had brought her that first day. When she was seated, she yawned, and apologized right away.

"No, we need to give you a rest," he said to her, and turning to Mrs Darling, who was there too, asked:

"Mrs D, will you take care of her? She needs a rest and I have to go to the office and pick up some reports and items that need me to look them over. They're the kind of things that my associate would take care of but she's on the sidelines just now."

"She's in bed just now!" Julia said with a smile.

"Anything that you need?" he asked.

"Oh, I'd love to have a bath, I think!" she said.

"I can do that, Mr Dryfuss," Mrs Darling said. "I'll help with that and get Ms Julia all settled. It'll be dinner in a couple of hours?"

"Yes, fine," he said and looked at Julia, who nodded too.

Mrs Darling left then, to give them a moment, and he went to her.

"Julia," he said, "Welcome to my home!"

"It's lovely!" she said, almost gushing.

"Much like you!" he said, and she grinned and kissed him. It was a lingering kiss, full of her ripe lips and just a bit, a hint of tongue. It left her panting and John Linn grinning from ear to ear. 

"Look like the cat that ate the cream!" she said with a giggle.

"Hold that thought for later!" he said and she put her hand over her mouth and giggled louder.

"I won't be long," he said, and kissed her briefly again, though, this time without so much intended passion.

"I'll be waiting for you, when you return," she said.

"What a true treat that thought is!" he said, very satisfied.

"Glad you like that thought," she said. Then she sighed and said: "Johnnie, this is turning out so nicely, and it was all, for a while, so bad!"

"Yes," he said, "But we are where we are now. I just want you to rest, and I'll be back to see you a bit later. If you feel up to it, we can have dinner in the dining room. Otherwise, you and I will eat here in your suite."

"Your suite!" she said but he put his finger on her lips to silence her. Her reaction was to merely kiss the finger. Then, with another hug, he left.

JULIA'S EVENING AND NIGHT:

John Linn arrived back in about two hours. He'd gotten some needed tasks underway and made sure that the management of the company was covering his and Julia's time away. He also brought a few things to work on with him.

He was met by Mrs Darling, when he arrived.

"How is she?" he asked.

"She was tired," Mrs Darling said, and is haven a lie down.

"Maybe we should plan on dinner in the suite," he said, "I'll set up the table in the alcove and she and I will eat there. Will that suit?"

"Yes, of course," she said. "That'll be fine, cozy even!"

"Yes," he said, "That will indeed."

"I want to mention," she said, "She's nervous about you coming."

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, she has the bandages off her head now and is concerned about the baldness," Mrs Darling explained.

"Bet it makes her more exotic!" he said, smiling.

"Oh, it does," was her response, "But she needs to hear that from you. I just wanted you to be aware. She is so lovely!"

"Yes, she is," he agreed, "I'll go to her now."

"Yes, dinner in about an hour to an hour and a quarter?" Mrs Darling inquired.

"Yes," he said, and the plans were set. 

He knocked on the door of the master suite and got a soft 'come in' from Julia, who was reclining in bed.

He stopped, dead in his tracks, after only a few steps. He had been prepared to put on a big show about her baldness but was so struck by how she looked that now falsehood was necessary at all.

"My god!" he said.

And she stared, wondering.

"Just when I didn't think that you could get anymore exotic or beautiful, you pull this and I am astounded all over again."

She broke into a smile.

"You don't mind?" she asked, "I mean without the bandage, and how I look and all?"

"Mind?" he almost scoffed, "It is one of the greatest turn ons that I've ever seen!"

She put her hand up to her face and giggled into the hand.

"I mean," he went on, "The very thought of going out with a woman who proclaims her power, her exoticism, and her forcefulness simply in the way that she doesn't wear her hair! It's overwhelming."

"Come here, you wonderful man, and get a hug for being so nice, even if you're fibbing," she said, holding her arms out and wiggling her fingers at him.

"I swear that I'm only telling the truth as it appears to me, right now!" he said, and by then was holding onto her.

"Oh John, John," she cooed into his ear, "You've changed all of this, all of the potential for disaster and have made it a wonderful thing for me —- the house and all, and taking care of me, and what you said, after the accident! It's wonderful!"

They kissed then and he held her for a bit.

"I've even had my bath," she said, "Mrs Darling, whose name fits her to a tee, helped me out and it was great!"

"Hmmm," he said, sniffing, "All clean!"

"Yep!" she said. 

"Dinner up here for us tonight?" he asked.

"That'll be lovely!" she said.

"I just need to get the table out and ready," he responded, and then he went on to set up a small round table in the alcove that was made by the small turnout across the room, and had windows from floor to ceiling. He then set the table to get it ready for their dinner. 

"Want to chance maybe a glass of wine with dinner?" he asked.

"Maybe a small one!" she said. She giggled then and asked: "Interested in getting me drunk and taking advantage of me?"

He laughed and said: "Interested at least in getting my lips on that shiny scalp of yours!

This sent her into the giggles again:

"Oh, John, Johnnie, you're so good for this gal's spirit!"

Then he proceeded to plant kisses all over her shaved head, with her laughing, while he did it.

Then she asked: "How were things at work?"

"There are a few things that we can go into but I don't want you concentrating on those kinds of things right now until you are totally completely recovered," he said.

Then they did have a conversation about the work items. He kept it brief but they worked through issues in the usual manner that they'd established, being such a good team.

Shortly after that, Mrs Darling appeared with a bottle of wine and poured glasses for each of them. The dinner was served then, and they ate at the table, enjoying the view across the property from the bedroom alcove windows.

"This is so lovely, John," she said, and then she went into how much she always enjoyed going past the Dryfuss property, growing up and as a young girl.

"Always wondered what it was like up here," she said.

"Now you know," he replied, "Yes, but it's so much better than I ever imagined."

She shook her head then and said: "That day had so much potentially bad things in it, the possibility of so much hurt, and look how it's turned out!"

"Do you need to talk about your nephew?" he asked.

"Yes, I do, or I will; it's just that I need to think about it some first. Maybe a talk with him; I don't know."

"How about, if that talk, when it takes place be here?" he asked. "I mean have him on our ground."

"Oh, yes," she said, realizing the potential for that way of dealing with it. "That might work out, and I want to have my lovely Shawna at peace with it. I know that she's so upset about it."

"Yes, well, for one thing," he went on, "We need to have her over here soon; dinner and all. I want her to be at home here too."

"You are so nice!" she said, "I hardly understand what I've done to deserve you!"

"I have this thing for bald headed black women!" he said, grinning full faced by the time he was finished saying it.

"It's trouble that John Linn wants?" she asked pleasantly.

He held up his hands and said simply: "No, I surrender but the truth is there about having a thing for at least one bald headed black woman!"

She laughed and lowered her face: "You may kiss my head now!"

With a great show of enthusiasm, he planted a number of kisses on her head again.

Then he hesitated but asked: "I want to know, Julia, do you want me to have my head shaved? We'd be twins!"

She got choked up by that: "John, my Johnnie, you'd do that for me?"

"Yes, tomorrow!" he said with finality.

"Then it's not necessary," she said, "Just saying it and meaning it are enough for me!"

They got up and embraced then. 

It was about that time that Mrs Darling appeared and took the dishes away. While she was still there, John said to her:

"Mrs D, I think that we might watch a movie or something like that and then I think that Julia might be tired by then and need some rest. A good night sleep will do good."

"Yes, you're right," Mrs D agreed. "I'll say 'good night' to you then."

They both bade her 'good night'.

They really didn't watch tv for very long. Julia's head began to nod after just a while.

"Hey, sleepyhead," John said, kissing her brow, "Let's get you tucked in."

"Oh, John," she said, reaching out for him. "I have a request."

"Yes?" he asked kindly.

"Please, please sleep with me here! I'm not sure that I'm up for real hot sex but I want you here next to me, please!"

He smiled and lightly kissed her. "My pleasure!"

"Come back to our suite!" she said.

"Yes, our suite," he agreed.

"You get into bed and I need to go and make sure we're locked up here and all," he said then and, kissing her lightly, went to see to that.

When he came back, Julia was in bed, with the covers tucked up around her chin, and grinning at him.

"What have you done?" he asked in a suspicious voice.

She pointed to the chair against one wall, where he saw her robe, her nightgown and her panties.

"You have no undies on in bed!" he said, and she grinned at him.

"Nope!" she said, "and no undies for you either." 

Just then, as he was complying and removing his pj bottoms and his robe, Mindy and Maudie wandered into the room and took up their places on the bed.

"Goodie!" Julia said with a smile and started petting the cats, while she ogled John, as he undressed.

"Oh, look at that!" she said, "The boss unveiled!"

He grinned at her and said, "Watch out, Missy, here I come."

"No," she said, "My name is Julia; Missy must be some other girlfriend!"

She giggled then, when she'd said that. 

He put the overhead lights off, leaving just a light by the side of the bed and went, pulling the covers down and got into bed. Mindy and Maudie made room for him, adjusting their spot on the bed, as he got in. 

Once he was in bed, Julia rolled to him and pressed herself against him. 

"You have me at a disadvantage," he said.

"Yes?" she whispered, licking his ear.

"You've seen me naked and I haven't seen you naked yet," he said.

"Just keep watching, big guy; your turn is coming!" she said pleasantly and kiss the side of his mouth. 

She reached down under the covers then.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Discovering things!" she said, as she grabbed hold of his erection.

"Ohhhhhh," he sighed, "Discovering that!"

"Yes," she said. "Not sure that I'm up to a whole rumpy-pumpy but I want to play with this! This is the boss' boss!"

"Rumpy-pumpy?" he said, chuckling.

"Yep," she said, "I watch British murder mysteries!"

Then he was silent, because she was playing with him, slowly at first but then with increasing vigor. She was getting all sorts of sighs and moans from him.

"This is fun!" she said, giggling.

"Yes! Yes, it is!" he said, out of breath from her play.

"I'm gonna be fine soon," she said in a soft voice, "And then I want some too!"

"I promise!" he said.

"Good, then I'll continue!"

"Please do!" 

"Here we go again," was her next comment. "Playing with Johnnie Linn!"

She had him cumming soon, spraying all over his stomach. It made her giggle. She reached out and got some tissues and cleaned him off.

"That was nice," she said.

"I agree," he said but then, with concern in his voice, he went on: "I think you should sleep now!"

"Yes, honey, I will!" she remarked, as they kissed.

The kiss was long and lingering. As it eased, she said, into his lips: "John Linn, I love you; this has become more than perfect for me!"

"Oh, I love you too, Julia," he responded, "I have for so many months now!"

"Didn't know that," she said.

"Weren't necessarily supposed to know it now either," he said.

"Why?" she asked, her head on his shoulder. 

"Oh, it was, I guess, the whole not knowing if a lovely black - er - Afro American gal . . ."

She giggled and said: "You can call me black; I'm Johnnie Linn's black gal; that's who I am alright!"

He kissed her lightly and went on: "Well, I wasn't sure that a beautiful, black woman like you would appreciate attentions from . . ."

She giggled and said: "From a white boy like, Johnnie Linn!"

She snuggled up to him and said: "John Linn, my Johnnie, Johnnie, you're a keeper!"

"Mmmm, thank you," he said, "Beautiful Julia!"

"And I love your house!" she said softly. 

"Glad you do; you make is sparkle with your presence here!" he said. "Please sleep now! I'll be right here and Maudie and Mindy aren't going anywhere either."

"How comforting that is!" he said.

She turned then on her side, with her naked back to him, and he snuggled against her naked butt, trapping his renewed erection against her butt cheeks. She giggled at this and then it was silent, as her fatigue overcame her. 

John was the first one awake in the morning. He went out of the bedroom and left Julia sleeping. He attended to Mindy and Maudie's breakfast and got juice, then made coffee and heated some frozen cinnamon rolls, that Mrs Darling had made. He then took them on a tray to the bedroom.

She was smiling at him, when he entered the bedroom. She now had the covers up to her nose and then with a loud 'whoop' she pushed the covers down and off of her.

John Linn was rooted to the spot.

"Oh, my!" he said. "There she is at last!"

"Johnnie Linn likes?" she asked, her arms thrown wide in a theatrical type gesture.

"Johnnie Linn loves!" he said, and put the tray down on the table in the alcove and went to her.

She raised herself up off the bed and hugged him. The hug went into a kiss and then John Linn moved. He kissed her neck and then her breast bone, followed by kisses on each of her swollen nipples. 

Then he ran with kisses down to her navel and out to her hips, biting each hip bone and getting a squeal from her. 

Next it was kisses just above her pubic bone, and Julia had her head back and her eyes closed and was sighing and huffing, as he continued his way, licking into her pubic hair. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned. "This is what I have to expect in this house? In Johnnie Linn's house!"

"Exactly," He said, lifting his head.

"Hey," she gave out a mock complaint, "Back to work!"

"Bossy!" he said, kissing her pubic hair again.

"I am this morning!" she said.

"Good, then this!" he said and, opening his mouth wide, enclosed her pubic hair in his mouth and began to search with his tongue. She became more and more agitated, as he went along, finally inserting his tongue totally into her. 

That was enough for Julia, who, raising her hips and fairly shouting, came, while clutching John's head.

"Ohhhhhhh," she said sinking back into the bed. "Aren't you the wonderful man!"

He was lying down on the bed now and grinning at her.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

"Now that you've had yours?" she said pleasantly.

"Something like that!" was his answer. 

DECISIONS:

They had a slow breakfast, of the cinnamon rolls, juice and coffee that he brought front the kitchen. 

"These are wonderful," she said.

They ate in some silence for a few minutes, when Julia spoke up: "I'm feeling so much better, John. I guess that I soon need to go home."

His answer surprised her and he surprised himself a bit too:

"Noooo!" he said, with no forethought at all. "No," he said then again, more calmly now. "Home? No! You are home! That's what this is! Home! It glows with you here! Even Maudie and Mindy sense it. They haven't left your side, since you came here."

She was wide eyed at his declaration.

Then he calmed himself and said: "No, that's not the way that I want to do this. But this is what I mean: "Julia, please stay here; stay with me, with us. Live with us! Be with us!"

He kind of gulped, and, feeling that he was then on a roll, continued: "I want to buy you an engagement ring; I want you to marry me; I want you to be the lady of the Hall here at Dryfuss. That's what I want. Begin by living here. I won't pressure you about the other things. I promise I won't."

(For Julia, since that horrible day with its earthshaking events, things had not only been settling down but getting better, brighter. There had still been clouds, as she gathered her strength since then but she felt, by now, that she could handle them. But this was the final ray of light, the final revelation that made things not only bearable now but downright wonderful!)

This is what she realized that she was saying to John Linn, after he'd made his protest and offer.

What she was saying simply caused him to smile. As though realizing what was going on, both Mindy and Maudie were active right then, making their noises and rubbing against Julia's legs.

"Even they know," John Linn said.

"Yes, they do," Julia answered, "That we're family."

She grabbed him then into a hug and said, softly, against his chest: "Oh, John Linn, 'yes' to all of it; just 'yes' to all of it."

"Can we begin to bring your things here?" he asked.




Aunt Julia's Bad Day



"Yes, as soon as possible, today even," she answered.

"Yes, if you promise to rest then too," he said.

"I promise but that probably means that you want to have your way with me again," she said, grinning.

He matched her grin and said: "Yes, I do! There are so many things on my agenda!"

"Yes?" she said indulging him.

"You're involved in most of them!" he said next and they kissed. 

They continued their discussion then and she indicated that she would leave the house and its furnishing for Shawna, whom she knew liked the house.

"You get a free hand in decorating here!" he said, "You need a room, your own space. I know that."

"Thank you, John Linn," she said, hugging him again.

Mrs Darling was overjoyed at hearing that Julia was coming to live with them. She herself mentioned that she and Ms Julia would take care of the menus and such things in the future.

"She being the lady of the Hall, and all," Mrs D concluded, getting a hug from Julia who was simply blown away by all of it. 

John Linn and Julia spoke for a while after that too.

"Work?" she said, "Maybe I can go back tomorrow?"

"Half day, do you think?" he said, "We're pretty good right now but there are a few items waiting; nothing is too pressing."

"Oh," she said, "My car! I forgot totally."

He smiled and took her by the hand and said: "Come with me."

They walked through the breezeway into the garage, where he had the Rover, the new, tan Benz and the Benz sport car.

Julia just stood and stared.

"You mean?" she said, stopping her words right there.

"Yes," he said, "These are ours. Just pick what you want. I mainly take the Rover to work."

She walked among them, running her hands over the outsides of them and simply making contented noises. She turned to him then and said:

"You are so kind!"

"I'm in love," he said, "I need to be kind!"

In the end, Julia made the predictable decision in favor of the Benz sport car, and they decided that the tan Benz would be for the two of them.

After that, Julia did have a lie down for a while. Everything was crowding in on her and the final effect, besides her absolute delight, was to make her tired. 

EPILOGUE:

It was the next day, when John Linn told Julia that he wanted to take her out to dinner, to 'show her off'.

She was grinning at him. He said: "I am so proud of you and so taken by your physical lovely perfection. I want everyone to see that and understand that."

She surrounded him with her arms, and commenced kissing him then.

For their night out, Julia opted for a short, white pleated skirt and a red silk overblouse. She wore hoop earrings, and a lovely diamond pendant, which John Linn gave her for the occasion.

He took her to an exclusive steak house and they were greeted there by various of his friends. He was pleased to be introducing her as his fiancé. 

At one point, they stood talking to a group, and during a lull in the conversation, as John Linn and Julia were walking away, he slid his hand down her back and let it rest on her ass.

"I'm going to get your ass tonight, when it's all naked. Maybe, when you're asleep!" he said pleasantly.

"Really, big boy?" she asked, in the same pleasant voice. "Well, invite me to that party. I might just enjoy the ass screwing!" She let out a giggle, when she said it. 

Their dinner was a huge success. When they got home, Julia went for a bath, as John got ready for bed and closed up the house. He settled into bed first, after his own quick shower, and was waiting for her.

She came into the bedroom naked.

He simply gaped and said: "I will never get over the perfection of you!"

"Oh, right thing to say, Johnnie Linn!" she said, kissing him. "Now what was it that you said about ass fucking!"

"Did I say that?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

"Yep!" she said, "And I'm going to hold you to it!" 

She got onto the bed and put a pillow under her hips. It left her lying there, on her stomach with her butt in the air.

"I'm gonna stay here until I get my ass fucked!" she said pleasantly.

He went to the bathroom and returned with some Vaseline. Then, when he was ready, he reached down and began by licking his tongue up and down her butt crack, getting appreciative moans from Julia all the while. 

He moved a bit and used his hands to force her cheeks apart and stuck his tongue down further into her 'narrows'.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Johnnie Linn!" she squealed into the pillow. "How that feels! First the nice and then the spicy! Do me now! I'm yours forever!"

"Yes," he said, moving up to her and rubbing his erection up and down her butt crack, "This is my claim!"

"Yes, yes," She agreed and she made another squealing noise into the pillow as he finally entered her.

He paused to let her get used to it and then she said, her voice raspy: "Do it now! Do it all! But do it!"

She came in the middle of his passion and finally, they both lay there. He went for a cloth then to clean her and himself. When he came back. She rolled to him and rubbed herself against him and said: "Love me forever, Johnnie!"

"At least!" he said, kissing her.

They lay there the very picture of contentment. Now and again, John would run his hand down Julia's back and across her ass cheeks. It made her giggle and each time, she squeezed her cheeks in response to his hand.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, her face next to his, letting her speak into his lips.

"Marry me, Julia! Marry me soon!" he said fervently.

"Yes, yes, that's what I want," she responded, "As soon as you wish!"

"All this, all that I have doesn't mean anything, amount to anything for me, if I can't share it with you!" he declared.

"Oh, John," she said, "That's not ever what I've been after!"

"I know that," he said, "But it's the reality, and I intend to see it taken care of. I mean new credit cards, and a shared life and resources!"

"You are spoiling me terribly!" she said softly.

"With an ass like yours," he said, chuckling, "I guess you should be spoiled."

She laughed and bounced out of bed, going to his side of the bed and turning around, bent to put her booty in his face and wiggle it. He ended by biting her butt, and getting a squeal out of her, as he grabbed her and pulled her into bed again, kissing her.

He made love to her then, and they decided that they'd talk the next day.

"About everything," he said.

"Yes," she agreed, "About everything."

They did have their 'talk' over breakfast, and it did include what John called 'everything'. He spoke to her about finances and holdings. She was surprised by the extent of it. They agreed to plans to contact the bank that day. He was insisting on a credit card on their holdings for her. It left Julia smiling and giggling.

"You are so good to me!" she said.

Julia's return to work was pretty much a triumph. She herself was excited about it, getting back to the routine that she knew, and, to tell the truth, enjoyed. She was ready the next day and, after both of them had talked about it, did indeed go back to work. Both she and John Linn drove, since they had different schedules at work. She drove the silver Benz, loving the sensations of it. Arriving at the office, she was pleased that various workers in the offices and manufacturing floors were happy to see her back at work. She was greeted by many of them, as she entered the building. It made her smile. 

It was a normal day for both of them. About early afternoon, John went into Julia's office.

"Just finishing these forms and requisitions," she said, "But everything looks good to me."

"Do you need to go home for a rest?" he asked solicitously.

She smiled at him and said: "I am tired. You mind?"

"I only mind that I have work here and can't come home and rest with you!" he said, grinning.

"Sure it's resting that you want to do?" she asked.

"Now whatever do you mean?" he asked with fake innocence, going to her and kissing her head.

"I love your head!" he said, kissing her again. She giggled.

"Can we, should we invite Shawna to dinner and talk to her about it?" he asked."Oh, that's right. That'll be such a treat!" she replied.

"Talk to her about it all," he said.

"Yes, that would be best, nice, I think," Julia said.

They contacted Shawna, who worked earlier that day and agreed to come to dinner that evening. Then John Linn talked to Mrs Darling about Shawna coming.

"Plans taken care of?" he asked Julia a little later.

"Yes, Mrs D and I conferred and have it all planned," she said.

He switched topics then and said, earnestly: "Julia, marry me, soon!"

She stood and said her 'yes' through her lips pressed against his. "Soon," she said. "We'll set a date tonight, and talk to Shawna about it! Think about it!"

"Yes," he said, "And shall we plan something really cool for a honeymoon?"

She giggled and said: "Cool is exactly what this girl needs! But you're the cool one, John my Johnnie!"

"Watch out or I'll have you on the desk right here," he said, "Panties down and my hot hands on your butt!"

She giggled again and got up and turned to wiggle at him. He swatted her butt once, getting an appropriate squeal from her and then, after a kiss and embrace, he walked her to her car in the company car park. 

DINNER AND AN INTERVENTION:

"I'll be home in just a bit," he said, as they were at her car.

"Yes, home," she said, and leaned against him. "Oh, John, is always sounds like such a dream that you mean, by 'home', where you and I live!"

"Yes," he said, "Where you and I live, and Maudie and Mindy!"

"And Maudie and Mindy!" she agreed.

"Lie down please, when you get home, and tell Mrs D that I'll be along in plenty of time for our dinner with Shawna."

"Will do," she answered, "I love you!"

"I love too, Julia, my beauty!" he said, kissing her farewell.

Julia was just getting up from a rest, when he did get home. Mrs D told him that she'd given Julia some tea and sent her to rest, and that the dinner was coming along nicely.

"Shawna should be here in about an hour," he said, "Give me time to clean up."

He went to the master suite and found Julia, just getting dressed from an afternoon bath.

"There she is!" he said, "How lovely is the lady of the Hall!"

She grinned at him and went to him, wearing just her panties and bra then. "Here's Johnnie's black gal!"

"Mmmmmm," he said, nuzzling and kissing her. "I need a shower to get ready for when Shawna is here."

"Yes," she said. 

"Will you show her around?" he asked.

"Around our home?" she said, "Gladly, John Linn!"

Then she watched as he took his clothes off, making appreciative comments all the while. When he was ready for a shower, and had gotten a hug and more kisses from her, she went downstairs to wait for her sister. She realized, as she went, that she was fairly tingling with the possibility of showing Shawna around their 'home'. Just the thought made her smile and be thankful for her good fortune in all of this.

Shawna was on time, and greeted at the door by Julia with a greeting hug and cheek kisses. Then she got a hug from John Linn.

"Welcome to the Hall!" he said.

"Oh, thank you," Shawna said, "It's even lovelier than I ever imagined."

"A drink, ladies?" he asked.

They both said 'yes' and he went to fetch glasses of wine for them, while Julia showed Shawna around 'the Hall'.

"This is amazing," Shawna said, "And you actually live here?"

"I do!" Julia said.

"Oh, Jules," Shawna gushed, "Isn't it wonderful!"

"Yes," Julia said, slipping into a hug from her sister.

"Wine?" John Linn said, coming upon them and bearing glasses of a white Moselle wine for them.

The three of them sat in the living room and talked, until Mrs Darling, who was introduced to Shawna, came to tell them that dinner was ready.

They sat and ate quietly for a bit but then Julia opened the subjects that she and John Linn had agreed that they wanted to talk to Shawna about.

"Shawna, honey," Julia said. "I want you to have the house!"

"Ohhh," Shawna said, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes right away. "You always take care of me so well, Jules!" She reached out her hand and put it over Julia's hand then and went into a rift of 'thanks' for the generous offer of the house.

"We want you to know," John Linn put in next, "That at any time that you want, you're welcome to come and live here."

Now Shawna was almost overcome. "That's so nice," she said. "I might take you up on that but I think I might like to try it living in the house for a bit first."

(Shawna lived there for about two years and then accepted the invitation to live at the Hall with Julia and John Linn. She took a job with Dryfuss Inc, and, while on the job, met an engineer. They romanced and were married after a 7 month courtships.)

Then Shawna got quiet until Julia finally asked: "What is it, honey?"

"Um," Shawna tried to begin but then found her voice: "Jules, do you mind if Nicholas comes back to live with me?"

"It's your house," Julia said quietly. "You make those decisions. I'm going to sign it over to you legally."

There was a silence and Julia asked: "How is he?"

"Having a hard time," Shawna said. "He and his Dad don't get along and I think he's really, really sorry for what happened."

"I see," Julia said, as though undecided.

She turned at that point to John Linn, who stepped in and said: "Why don't you two leave this up to me? I'll sit with him and talk to him. Both Julia and Shawna showed concern on their faces. John Linn held up his hand:

"I won't hurt him or threaten him or anything like that. I love, you," —- to Julia —- "Like life has given me you as my greatest gift and possession, and having you," —- indicating Shawna —- "As family is a great gift to me. Let me try to make this right."

"Yes," Julia said, and looked at Shawna, who was also shaking her head 'yes'.

They invited Shawna to spend the night with them, which she was happy to do. After dinner, they settled down to a movie and then all went to bed. Julia told John that she'd be back, she was going to see Shawna.

The two of them spent the next forty-five minutes talking and giggling. It was like the old days for them.

"I'm going to bed now," Julia said finally.

"I hope he succeeds with Nicholas," Shawna said.

"I'm sure that he will," Julia said, and put her arms around her sister.

"Oh, Jules," Shawna said, "You're the greatest sister in the world ever! I'm so glad for your good fortune with John."

"Thank you, honey!" she said, and they shared a hug 'good night'. 

NICHOLAS:

John made arrangements for Nicholas to come and see him at his office. He did it at a time when they made sure that Julia was not there. She was home that afternoon. John went to the precaution of sending a car for him.

John waited for him, and Nicholas was finally shown into his office. John noticed right away how nervous Nicholas was. Here he was facing all of the trappings of success and he knew it involved his Aunt and Mom somehow but wasn't quite sure.

"Nicholas," John said, with a smile and his hand extended for a hand shake.

"Mr. Dryfuss, sir," Nicholas said.

"It's John," John mentioned and Nicholas called him that.

"Thank you for coming; we need to talk," John said, gesturing to the sitting area by the windows, where they both sat.

"Anything to drink?" John asked but Nicholas declined. (At that point it was all that Nicholas could do to keep from peeing himself about all of this.)

"Okay let me get to this, Nick —- you don't mind if I call you Nick?" John said.

"No, sir," Nick answered. 

"Do you know who I am?" John asked softly.

"You're Aunt Julia's boss," Nick said in answer.

"Well, to tell the truth," John went on, looking intently at the young man, "I am going to marry your Aunt Julia."

"Ohhhhhhh!" Nick said, not having even suspected this. "Let me . . ."

But that's as far as John Linn let him go. He held up his hand and Nick was silent. Then John Linn went on:

"Nick, when I was your age and younger I did some things that were so stupid that I still to this day wonder what the fuck I was thinking about at the time!"

Nick shook his head 'yes' at that.

"It still grieves me to dwell on those things," John went on.

Again, Nick shook his head 'yes'.

"But my Mom and Dad gave me a second chance and more. They had faith in me and that made the difference," John then explained."It made all the difference to me," John said.

"Nick, I know about what you did to your Aunt, my fiancé, and I also know about the photos of you and your Mom, that your Mom knows nothing about. These are things that need to be made right," John concluded softly.

Nick was shaking his head again in an agreed 'yes'.

"I still shake my head in amazement at my colossal stupidity," Nick said. (It was obvious to John Linn that Nick really meant it.)

"I think that you owe your women an apology," John Linn said. Then he held up his hand and said: "And mention nothing about the photos with your Mom. That needs to be a dead and buried issue."

"Thank you, sir," Nick said. 

"How are things?" John Linn asked then.

"Rough," Nick said, "Had to leave my Dad's; it wasn't working at all there. He spoke out so much all the time against Mom and Aunt Julia and I'd had enough of that. I need to drop out and work for a while, before going back to school but I can do that. I'm not afraid of that."

"Well, Nick," John interjected, "Let's talk about that some other time. Let's get this done first, to heal the family."

"Yes," Nick agreed.

John stood then and they shook hands. Realizing how shaken Nick was by their conversation and John's wonderful attitude, Nick was obviously emotional. John simply pulled the boy to him and hugged him. For a half minute, Nick simply clung to him. Then John saw him out. They made arrangements that Nick would come that evening to the hall to talk to his Mom and Aunt.

Shawna joined John and Julia for dinner again that night. They spoke a bit about the arrangements being made to make the house hers totally. She was really excited about that.

Then John told the two women that he'd talked to Nick, who was coming to see them that evening.

"I'll be there, if you want but maybe it needs to be done without me in the room," he said.

"Thank you, John," Julia said, getting up and kissing him, followed by a hug from Shawna. 

After dinner they all waited for Nick, who was on time. John went to answer the door, when Nick rang, and showed Nick to the family sitting room, where they watched tv normally, and his Mom and Aunt were waiting. 

"I'll be in my den," John said, "If I'm needed."

He busied himself with house accounts and such for the next hour, when there was a knock on the door.

"Yes," he said, and Julia came in. As she approached him, she had tears in her eyes.

"You are a Magus!" she said, "You wonderful man! You saved me and then you saved my beautiful sister and now you've saved our family!"

By the time she finished, she was holding onto him as though her life depended on it.

"It turned out well?" he asked.

"Splendidly!" she said. "I don't know what you talked to him about but he's a different young man."

"He just needed a second chance; we all need that!" he explained.

"Yes, Johnnie, you'r my second chance; shall we join them?" she said.

"Yes," he said.

"Squeeze my ass once for me?" she said into his ear.

With a chuckle, he put his hands on her magnificent ass and squeezed. "More of that later!" she said.

"Yep!" he agreed.

When they entered the family sitting room, Shawna was there for a hug from him, with the very same emotions as Julia had shown. He also got a hand shake and a hug from Nicholas.

"Shall we celebrate with ice cream in the kitchen?" he asked and they all agreed.




Aunt Julia's Bad Day



Nick was introduced to Mrs Darling, who was just then finishing up with the dinner clean up.

"I'll get your ice cream, Mr D," she said but John insisted that she'd worked enough and he'd take care of them.

"Just leave the dishes for me," she said before excusing herself. 

They sat pleasantly having their treat, with Mindy and Maudie winding around their legs and ankles. John spoke up then:

"So, Nick, school?"

"Have to put it off for a bit," he said.

"Why don't you let your Aunt Julia and me pay for the university?" John said.

Nick was thunder struck. Shawna got weepy and Julia was bursting with pride, at the way that he'd said 'let your Aunt Julia and me' do the paying.

"Gee," Nick said, stuttering, "I don't know what to say, apart from 'thank you'."

"Thank you is fine," John said with a smile. Then he went on: "Living?"

"Don't just know!" Nick said.

"Honey, you can live at home with me," Shawna said, if you want.

"Or do you want to live at school?" John asked.

"That might be a great idea!" Nick said.

"Good," John said, "Julia and I will take care of that too; just let us know what you need; we'll see to it."

Julia gave him a dazzling grin and said: "John Linn, you are so fine!"

"When you get your degree," John said, "We'll have a job for you at Dryfuss."

"That's very kind!" Nick said with great appreciation.

"I'm just trying to keep from getting into trouble with my Associate COO," John said with a grin.

"And what makes you think, big guy that you're not in trouble with me already?" Julia asked with a grin.

They shared a laugh then. Before they broke up for the night, John told Nick to get in touch with either him or Julia about what he needed and they would see to it.

At the door, both Nick and Shawna were again appreciative. Nick left first and then Sawna wanted a hug from Julia and then from John.

"Thank you, John," Shawna said.

"We're family," John said, "And we need to take care of each other."

(In this instance, John and Julia financed the rest of Nick's education. When he'd found a place to live at the university, he contacted Julia, apologizing to her yet again, and John and Julia saw to that and an allowance for him to make sure he had what money he needed.)

That night, Julia waited for John and joined him in his late night shower. In bed she was weepy about how wonderful he was to 'her family'.

"My family too, beautiful Julia!" he said.

She was still weepy.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" he asked.

She grinned up at him and giggled.

"Oh, this is going to be good," he said.

"Play with my ass, Johnnie Linn!" she said, "I'll really like that!"

"Spectacular ass!" he declared, "Spectacular suggestion! Spectacular woman!"

"Ohhh," she said.

"The lady of the Hall!" he finished, and, as she sighed, reached his hands down and took possession of her butt cheeks. She giggled!

AND THEN:

John and Julia were married a month later. They made arrangements for Julia to take over their personal finances. She started to work only part time at Dryfuss, Inc. It worked out well for them.

Mrs D took care of the catering of the wedding, which was held at the Hall, with many friends, and co-workers attending.

John and Julia then took a trip to Vienna for their honeymoon. They both loved it.

Nick did join the company, after he graduated. His gratitude to John and his Aunt Julia never waned. In his senior year, he met a girl, named Janice. They got engaged after he graduated. She was one year behind him. As a wedding gift, John and Julia gave Nick and Janice a long cruise to and around the Mediterranean. 

Always in the back of Julia's mind was the beauty of how her bad day had worked out.

The End.



Aunt Julie



Not just my first submission to Literotica, but the first thing I've written in a long time. My apologies if it's an awkward read.



Eric shifted on the couch, trying to focus on the chatter and flicker of the television. Again though, what had happened earlier in the kitchen went through his mind. Again he saw Julie, Aunt Julie, look at him with that knowing smile. Her eyes had flicked down at his jeans and she had to have seen he was hard. Had to know he had been looking at her as she leaned over the table. She had to know, to, what sort of thoughts were in his head. He shifted again, agitated, and he was glad she'd gone out that evening. 

Julie hadn't shown if she was mad or disgusted, but Eric worried what she must think of him. Maybe she would pass it off to his being nineteen. He wished he could. If he'd only looked at her once, or even twice he could have believed a young, healthy libido had gotten the best of him. But even then, would the desire to – Eric shivered – fuck her have burned in him? Julie was an attractive woman, and aunt or no, he could understand noticing her rich figure. There was no innocent excuse, though, for staring at her ass and wanting to press himself against the round fullness of her, to feel himself sliding deep into her pussy.

Fear and self-loathing shuddered through him, and he realized that since he'd been staying with Julie, Aunt Julie, his thoughts about her had grown more intense. The way he'd felt in the kitchen went beyond just noticing the full weight of her breasts, or the way her buttocks formed an inviting cleft any man would notice. Since the first day he'd found himself looking at her, imagining how the solid weight of a breast or thigh would feel. The other morning her robe had been open just so, and the way her pale breasts came together had given Eric thoughts he'd forced away. 

But now those thoughts whirred in his head and his cock felt heavy in an aching way. Julie was a good looking woman in an anonymous sort of way, but not what Eric would have thought of as his type. She was just taller than short, and her body wasn't fat at all, but solid. Short dark hair and glasses gave her a plain suburban look. Eric didn't usually care about big tits, but Julie's heavy breasts caught his eye. Her ass, though, was a magnet, and the image of her leaning over the table went through his mind again. His cock swelled painfully and blood raced in his head as he imagined what it would be like to fuck her. How she would moan and breathe, how her tits would feel in his hands. He got off the couch and stumbled into the bathroom and into the shower, feverish images of Julie flashing behind his eyes.

Eric woke up, his throat tight and dry. The guestroom that was his for another week was dark and the house quiet. He stared at a moonlight shadow before deciding the dryness in his mouth couldn't be ignored. Quietly he walked into the hall, glancing at Julie's room and wondering what she must think of him. A sick pervert no doubt. Maybe he was. When he'd been in the shower he'd tried to fill his mind with women he'd seen in magazines. Women he'd seen on the street, girls he knew. But the most vivid images, the most powerful, were of Julie. He'd come thinking about fucking her in the shower, her back arched and her ass thrust out to him. Eric felt somewhat guilty, but he hoped indulging his thoughts would exorcise his lust.

The wall clock in the kitchen surprised Eric, sure it was early morning and not half past eleven. He felt like he'd slept longer than a couple of hours. Must have slept hard. After the stress and anxiety earlier he wasn't surprised. The kitchen looked moody with only a light over the stove on, and seeing the table reminded him of what had happened earlier. Would Julie act differently around him now? He leaned back against the sink, holding a glass of water to his lips, thinking again about how she'd looked at him. If she was mad wouldn't she have shown it then and there? Eric sighed, not wanting to think about. 

Eric tilted the glass back to finish the water off and jumped a little when Julie walked into the kitchen like a ghost. She smiled and he thought her eyes went down the length of him. He didn't breath for a second or two, his eyes wide at the nightie she wore. It was pale and slick, nearly glistening in the weak light. He stared at her bare thighs, and his pulse surged, staring at her ass, her nightie revealing more than he could handle.

"Hi. " She said, opening the fridge, and Eric panicked, his cock hard, pushing out against the sweat pants he wore. He slumped against the counter, holding the glass with both hands to hide his arousal. Light from the fridge outlined Julie's body and Eric couldn't help himself. His eyes went up and down her and he thought about how she would feel under his hands.

Julie recapped the bottle of whatever she had been drinking and closed the fridge. She turned and Eric knew he looked ridiculous hunched over. He tried not to, but his eyes fixed on her tits, weak with how the weight of them pushed against her nightie. He forced himself to look up at her face, hot with embarrassment when he saw her pointed gaze. She looked down to his hands, a hint of a wry smile on her lips. Oh my god! Eric thought.

"Are you okay? " Eric looked away, staring at the toaster oven, his heart beating in panic. In the corner of his eye he saw Julie shift on one leg, hand going to her hip. He wished he hadn't woken up, wished he wore more than sweatpants. Wished his hard-on would go away. She'd looked and there was no way she hadn't seen he was hard.

"Eric? " Julie's tone had authority to it, but he couldn't look at her. He couldn't ever look at her again. She sighed.

"Look at me Eric. " He glanced at her, thinking how different she looked without her glasses. His eyes met hers and he tried to relax. At least his cock wasn't rock hard anymore and he felt a little less exposed.

"Is there a problem? " The question made Eric feel sick. Any hope she didn't know he'd gotten hard over her was gone. He tried not to shake and was glad the kitchen was more shadow than light.

"No. " He muttered, and flinched when he heard an annoyed sigh. He looked at her, wondering how her eyes had gotten so big.

"Eric – " Julie took a deep breath. "I know you've been looking at me. And not just tonight either. " Eric felt dizzy. Julie didn't sound mad, or disgusted, and he wondered why. Because she thinks you're pathetic, he told himself. A pathetic pervert.

"Why – what makes you say that? " He asked, an attempted laugh dying in his throat. She looked amused, and Eric braced himself for derision. 

"I'm forty-three Eric, and I know when someone's looking at my ass. And my tits. " 

Eric stared at her wide-eyed, trying to say something, anything, that would prove her wrong. 

"Do you like looking at me? " Her voice was softer, almost teasing. Eric felt his face burn. He looked down at the floor, wanting to disappear. 

"Eric. " Her voice was velvet. Julie took a step towards him, and Eric wondered why he noticed how quiet the house was. Wondered why she wasn't mad.

"I'm sorry Julie, I – " The words froze when he saw the look on her face, confused why her eyes were heavy and direct. She moved closer to him, and Eric grimaced when he felt his cock getting hard. Julie's eyes glanced down at him and he pushed the glass against himself, trying desperately to hide his hard-on. Julie grinned and Eric could have screamed.

"Julie! " She was a foot from him and Eric felt his cock stiffen painfully. He looked past her at one of the table chairs, his head swimming, barely noticing when she took the glass from his fingers. His stomach knotted when he felt fingers on his wrists, and he tried crossing his legs when she pulled his arms out to his sides. 

He looked back to her, wanting to laugh it all off as a joke. He couldn't tell what she thought as she looked down at his cock, afraid that when she lifted her head he would see venom in her eyes.

"What do you want Eric? " Her head lifted, and her eyes and her smile were not what a nephew should see on his aunt's face. He could only stare when she moved closer, her lips rising to his, her hands pulling his to her hips. He felt her tits press into his chest, the lace of her nightie lightly scratching him, her mouth opening and her tongue sliding over his.

What was happening?! Julie kissed him harder, her thigh slipping around his hip and he gasped when he felt her rubbing herself against his cock. He pulled his mouth from hers, wide eyes staring at the ceiling. Her tongue found his ear and Eric moaned, fear and lust raging in him. Julie ground herself harder against him and Eric's cock ached to be inside of her.

"You want to fuck me, don't you? " Her voice was a staccato shudder, and Eric shook hearing her, need and fear tearing through him. She's your aunt! He knew what they were doing was wrong. It had to be. But he wanted her in a way he had never wanted a woman before. His hands squeezed her ass and he pulled her against him hard and Julie gasped, the sound of her maddening. Her hips worked against him faster and his fingers slid down between her thighs to the moist warmth of her pussy. He rubbed her with a finger, the thin material of her nightie wet with arousal.

Julie pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him out of the kitchen. A thin fear swept Eric when they entered Julie's room, and his cock softened. He looked at her bed, floral comforter dark, and the reality of what they were doing hit him. Kissing and rubbing against each other had been breaking a taboo. But what the bed promised felt like

crossing the real threshold.

"Do you still want me? " She looked up at him, moving until their bodies were flush, a near electric pain when the head of his cock pressed against her. Her hands rubbed his hips, fingers sliding along his thighs. Whatever fears or doubts withered and he wanted to be in her. She leaned into him, moving slowly until his cock was stiff. His hands cradled her head and they kissed, wet tongues working against each other with growing intensity.

The feverish lust Eric had felt in the kitchen returned, and he wanted her legs around him, wanted to hear her breathe and moan while he fucked her. 

Julie pulled at his sweats, breaking from Eric and sitting on the bed. His sweats fell around his ankles and he stood before Julie, the hard length of his cock a breath from her mouth. He looked down at her, wanting to be in her, and when she leaned forward, a flash of disbelief. He breathed deep when she took him into her mouth, and for a moment his hand moved to push her away. He looked down, watching her lips slide along the length of him, wanting to feel his cock deeper in the warm gripping wetness of her mouth. He stared, a part of his mind aware that his aunt, his aunt!, was sucking him off.

Her head rocked back and forth, his cock squeezed in her wet mouth. 

"Julie! " he gasped, trembling with the need to slide his cock in a smoother, wetter part of her. Julie pulled her mouth away and reached up to him and they moved onto the bed. She pulled his shoulders, their mouths met and they kissed in a frenzy. Eric tugged at her nightie, almost yanking it off her shoulder. Julie worked her arms until he could pull the nightie down over her tits, exposing the broad weight of them, her nipples large and pale. Julie lifted her tit and Eric bent down, his lips sliding over her nipple, sucking until the softness of it grew hard. He pulled with his mouth, stroking the hard jut of her nipple with his tongue, Julie gasping sharply and writhed when he sucked even harder, his mouth filling with her tit.

Eric lifted his head and Julie offered her other tit to him, breathing fast as his teeth lightly bit, her breathing deeper when his hand slid up her thigh. Her legs opened and her hips lifted, his hand molding against her pussy. Eric squeezed and moved his hand against her, her nightie slick with her desire. A finger slid into the cleft of her and she moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. The wet feel of arousal and the way she trembled drove Eric mad with desire to fuck her. His cock throbbed painfully, but he wouldn't fuck her yet.

He knelt over her body, looking down at her tits rising as she breathed, her lips open and trembling as he rubbed her. Her eyes opened narrowly, and he saw humid lust. He slid her nightie off of her and caressed her thighs. Julie needed little prodding and she spread her legs, a shiver going through Eric when he saw the plump lips of her pussy. He wanted to tease her, but he couldn't. He bent forward, his wet tongue sliding into the cleft of her, licking her with a long firm stroke. Julie moaned long and loud, her body jerking. Eric licked her again, the smell and taste of her nearly sharp. His tongue opened her and he held pushed against soft wetness, moving in short quick sideways strokes. Julie gasped almost painfully and her hands pushed at his head. His tongue worked faster, Julie grunted and gasped in sobbing breaths, her fingers clawing at his hair. Her hips jerked and then she trembled, shuddering cries as she came.

Eric moved up along the length of her, looking down at Julie's face, unable to believe that this was his aunt. Her legs shifted, making room for his hips, and the smooth caress of her thigh against his sent a pleasant jolt through him. Her hands gripped his back, and the moment or two before entering a woman had always been the best part of sex for Eric. He grabbed his cock, breathing fast as he pushed down, gasping when he felt silken warmth of her pussy. He moved his hips, overwhelmed by sensation as his cock opened her. He groaned when he thrust too eagerly, Julie's pussy a pleasant resistance. Her body opened to him and their movements became faster. Julie's legs wrapped around his waist, and Eric groaned, orgasm building. He fucked her faster, pushing into her as deeply as he could. Julie's breaths became shuddering gasps and he stared down at her face, her head pushing back into a pillow. He shifted his body and fucked her with long strokes, moving faster and plunging deep when he came. His head fell into the crook of her neck, and his cock moved slightly in her, orgasm overwhelming him.

They didn't fall asleep in each other's arms or in the same bed. Afterwards they hadn't said much. Eric was surprised there was nothing like guilt between them. They'd said goodnights and Eric had gone to his own room. He'd lain awake in bed for awhile, waiting for the quiet of night to tell him he should feel shame. But he didn't. He wasn't sure how he felt. Would he do it again? He didn't know, and he felt too at ease to think about it. He pulled the blanket up around him and closed his eyes. If Julie wanted to pretend nothing had happened, fine. If Julie wanted him in bed again, he was fine with that, too.