What happens in the middle of nowhere (Closed)

[Horny_Aussie_72]

My life changed as soon as the judge banged his gavel. The feeling of dread, and emptiness left me standing in the dock almost riveted to spot. The sentence for my rebelliousness, was I was to go out live out the back of nowhere with my aunty. This was the result of a deal struck between my attorney, the district attorney, and my interfering parents. I was to live outside the city limits for “no less than 12 months.” I wasn’t overly impressed with the passing of the sentence, but it was still better than sharing a 6’ x 8’ cell with someone I didn’t know.

I was allowed to go back to my parents, under the close scrutiny of the corrective officers charged with ensuring that I left the city, in accordance with my sentence. I threw most of my belongings in to a duffle bag, and the rest of them in to a garbage bag, before climbing back in to the corrections van. I was granted a few minutes to say goodbye to my parents, but that was a mere formality more than a family being unwillingly separated.

The drive out to my aunt’s farm took a couple of hours. It wasn’t the most comfortable ride. I was cramped, and not overly comfortable. Even the guards were complaining about the remoteness of my rural destination. It came to the point where I was fighting the boredom, and trying not to nod off, as I knew that if I feel asleep chances were that I would end up with sore neck or a pain in some other part of my body.

The van started slowing and turned off the narrow winding road we had been travelling on. Just before my view out the back turned to dust, I managed to catch sight of familiar milk can, which had been converted in to a letterbox. All these things told me we were on the final stretch of our journey. I knew that I would be out of the van in about 5 minutes.

The van came to a stop, and the guards hopped out. One of the guards stretched, and walked around for a bit before heading to the back of the van, while the other went and knocked on my aunt’s front door. As I stepped out of the van, I could feel the stare of my aunt’s icy blue eyes bore in to me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at my Aunt Jessica. The drive out here, had given me lots of time to think, realised what an idiot I’d been.

Being a rebel at 18, thumbing my nose at authorities on all levels, wasn’t all I imagined it would be. I had pushed the boundaries too far, and now was sentenced to at least the next the 12 months out in this godforsaken place. I turned my back to my aunty, and looked around. There were paddocks, as far as the eyes could see, some of them had some dams, but overall there was nothing. I kept my head down as I turned and walked through the gate of my aunt’s yard, and along the path. I stopped when I reached the threshold of my aunt’s house, and heard the corrections officer say “Thank you Miss Moore. That will be all.” I saw him move, and stepped out of his way, as he walked away. I stood there, with my head down, and didn’t say anything till I heard the gate bang shut. With my head still down, I said “Hello Aunt Jessica. I guess I really fucked up big this time, huh?”

 

[Mary_Minx]

I suppose I've always been too kind for my own good. Of course, plenty of people would disagree with you. The students I've forced to run laps or the soccer moms I've pushed through grueling workouts would call me a cold-hearted bitch, but that wasn't true. I just expected the best of people. Sadly, people tended to disappoint.

My ex-husband, for one. And my nephew James, for another. For such a bright boy, he was always making the dumbest mistake. He'd finally gone a step too far and, now that he was legally an adult, nothing could protect him.

At least, not until I came along.

I didn't want to take him in. My own children had flown the nest - Annie to her loft in the city, Max to his first year of college. James should have been going to college, but instead he was a high school burn out that drove my sister crazy. Prison would probably have been the best place for him, but I couldn't do that to family.

My home sits on a few acres of pristine farmland - none of which I farm myself, but I rent to neighbours. The one good thing about the divorce, as messy as it was, was that I finally got my little place in the country. Well, maybe not so little and the commute could be a pain in the ass, but I loved it. It was also perfectly situated to help straighten James out. Nice and isolated, he'd either go crazy with boredom or finally turn himself around.

I step out onto the front porch as the van trundles up the drive. I saw no need to dress up - just a pair of flats, tight jeans, an old blouse, my bob freshly cut. I always felt it gave me an air of menace, that I was not someone to be fucked with. I only hoped James would understand that.

And then there he was, the big lug trying hard not to look me in the eye. I crossed my arms and stepped down to meet him, my face stony and my tone quiet.

"I think that's an understatement," I said. "I've got a room ready for you. Pick up your stuff and we'll talk inside." I turned on my heels and headed back up the porch, holding the front door open.

 

[Horny_Aussie_72]

The chilly tone of Aunt Jessica’s voice as she said, "I think that's an understatement, I've got a room ready for you. Pick up your stuff and we'll talk inside." Almost made me feel like it was winter, to the point where I shuddered as I bent down to pick up my bags, and stepped in to her quaint country abode. The lounge room was pristine in its presentation, everything so neat; the shelves were dust free, the pictures hung straight, and not a thing to be seen out of place.

I knew that sooner or later I would have to face my aunty, so I stood in the middle of the lounge room, and looked at my aunty. “Where is my room please, Aunty? I’d really like to try and get settled.” I said trying to avoid the talk I knew was inevitable.

Aunt Jessica said, in the same cold chilly tone as she had me with, “Down the hall second one the right. It’s right across from my room.” I grabbed my backs, and headed to my room. The room was sparsely furnished, with a single bed, a chest of drawers, a cupboard to hang clothes in, and a desk. I dropped my bags in the middle of the room, sat on the bed, and thought ‘Home sweet home, not.’

I took my time unpacking. I was trying to avoid the inevitable talk that I knew was going to happen sooner or later, and although I wasn’t scared to face my aunty, the thought didn’t thrill me. I knew that she was going to give me a serve, and granted it was deserved, but I’d rather go to the dentist than have this talk. I was going to be here for the next 12 months, and I knew that no matter what, I had to keep my head about me.

As I put the last of my things away, a photo of my aunty when she was younger caught my eye. I looked at it, and realised that she hadn’t changed in all those years. Her eyes still had that same sparkle, her hair had the same shine, and that smile was still seductive. ‘What the fuck am I thinking? That’s my aunty.’ I chastised myself. With that done, I walked out of my room, and back in to the lounge room, where I expected to find my aunty.

The lounge room was empty, so I walked out the front door, and pulled a cigarette out and lit it. I sat in one of the chairs on the front veranda, and smoked my cigarette. I walked back in after I finished my cigarette, and there was my aunty, sitting on the lounge. I felt her gaze on me as soon as I walked in, and very consciously I walked in, and sat on the lounge opposite my aunty. I gulped, as silence became deafening, and started to close in on me. All the time, I could feel my aunt’s gaze on me. I knew Aunt Jessica was waiting for me to say something. “The countryside is beautiful out there Aunty.” I said in an attempt to try and put my aunty in a good mood.

 

[Mary_Minx]

I watched James trudge down the hall to his room and sighed. I hoped I was making the right decision here. The judge had agreed to let him stay with me because of my record as a teacher and my own guarantees that I would keep him on the straight and narrow. But I could tell it wasn't going to be easy.

I slipped into the kitchen and got a glass of water. He had certainly grown up right. I could see a lot of James' father in his build and his eyes. My brother-in-law had been quite the ladies' man before my sister settled him down. He had also been a rebel, but nowhere near as disruptive or dangerous as James.

That had been something my sister had found attractive when they first started dating and I could certainly see the appeal. But they and I knew you had to eventually learn a little discipline and self-control. I only hoped my nephew would do the same.

I returned to the lounge area and I could smell cigarette smoke from outside. I frowned - that would have to change. I sat on an armchair, legs crossed, and waited for him to come back inside.

He tried making small talk, but I decided it was best to get this talk over and done with.

"You don't have to tell me how nice the countryside is, James," I said. "But there's another reason you're here: the house is just far enough away from anything to keep you out of trouble. However, don't expect this to be an extended holiday." I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward, appraising him as he sat before me.

"There are rules," I continued. "You're not to enter city limits for twelve months, but you're not going to sit around and do nothing. I have neighbours who could do with a strong man to help them out. If you want to study for your high school diploma, you can do that, too. Just remember, if you use your time well, you'll be rewarded. But if you disrespect me or abuse my trust, I'll drive you to prison myself. Understood?"

I stand up and step towards you with a few long strides, my hands on my hips.

"And there's no smoking in this house," I say, holding out one hand. "Give 'em here." I kept my face and my voice neutral, but I was a bit concerned. This was a chance for him to test my authority and I wasn't sure I would pass. But if I didn't, my nephew was inevitably heading for a prison cell.

 

[Horny_Aussie_72]

I sat there and let Aunt Jessica get that speech over and done with. I didn’t object to anything she said, I let her rant. I simply nodded when she asked if I understood. ‘For someone as sexy as she is, she certainly speaks her mind. She knows what she wants. That just adds to her sex appeal.’ I thought to myself. Then as if all of a sudden I grew some form of self-respect, or conscience another voice chimed in, ‘Dude, she is your aunty. You can’t be thinking like that.’

Then, Aunt Jessica did something that drowned that voice in an instant, and I knew I had to have her, at least once, hopefully more, but once would satisfy the burning inside, at least for the interim. She marched over like she was on a mission, a mission she couldn’t fail. She demanded my cigarettes, I went to object, but there was a look in her eyes that dared me to object. A look that screamed if you object I’m going to kick shit out of you. Begrudgingly I handed over the pack of cigarettes. There was a loud smack when the packet hit her hand.

I stood up, and made for my room, I needed to think, needed to unwind, needed to scream. “Aunt Jessica,” I began, “can you explain more about these rewards you spoke of, please?” I ventured, being certain not to disrespect her, which was hard, because deep down all I wanted to say was ‘Give me back my smokes, I’ll do what the fuck I want, when I want, how I want.’ As I said this, I figured my room wouldn’t be the best place for me right now, so I crossed to the front door.

As I waited for Aunt Jessica to answer me, my eyes roamed over her body, and noticed the curves of maturity that her body had developed. Her breasts although covered looked ample. Her legs were shaped nicely, and the curves of her hips were perfect to hang on to. This view combined with the events that just transpired, had awoken a sexual desire in me, I had never felt before, and my cock was starting to rise to the occasion. Conscious of the fact that my cock was growing, I turned away from my aunty, in an effort to conceal the growing in my pants.

After Aunt Jessica explained the reward system, I said “Thanks for clarifying that Aunty. I’m going for a walk around. I’ll be back in an hour or so. Don’t worry, I don’t think I could even make the walk to the front gate.” I laughed as I walked out the door, and closed it gently behind me.

 

[Mary_Minx]

He had handed over the cigarettes, much to my relief. I tried not to show it, though, just like I tried not to show that I'd noticed the way he was looking at me. I wasn't unfamiliar with the looks; when your job involves spending most of your time in shorts and tank tops, you just got used to it.

But coming from my nephew was a different matter entirely. He was barely trying to hide what he was doing. Was this just a way to unnerve me? If so, it was working to a degree. I put the pack of cigarettes in my back pocket for the time being and cleared my throat.

"Well, I suppose the rewards will depend on you," I finally managed to say. "It's been a while, I don't know what your interests are. But if you let me know, I can probably let you indulge from time to time. Within reason, of course," I added. After all, if he was interested in getting stoned on my couch, that was hardly going to work.

I was glad when he turned away, at least until I made the mistake of glancing down and seeing how firm his ass looked under his jeans. I started to feel a little flushed. So much for the ice queen, I thought.

"When you get back, we'll have dinner," I said as he left. I strode to my bedroom and shut the door. I sighed, tossing the cigarettes on top of my bedside locker, and sat down.

What was happening? I couldn't understand why I was so on edge. OK, James looked very good. He was a handsome young man. Maybe it was the resemblance to his dad; I remembered having some very bad thoughts about him back in the day. But that was different! This was my sister's son!

I took off my clothes, ignoring the unwanted heat between my legs. I jumped into the ensuite bathroom for a cold shower, hoping it would bring me back to my senses. I didn't stay in there long; I dried off and, not figuring I might as well get comfortable for this evening, quickly pulled on a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt. I ventured back out towards the lounge and made my way to the kitchen, making a start on dinner. Anything to keep my mind focused.