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by Justin Luxure
Published by Lot’s Cave
My Hard Bodied Aunt: Cabin Fever, © 2018, by Justin Luxure
Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Lot’s Cave Novel
My family is close; we go on many outings together throughout the year. Now that winter has come my Father, Mother, younger Brother, Aunt, Uncle, two Cousins and I took a trip into the mountains to hit the ski slopes for a week. Where you might ask? Well I think I will keep those details to myself, just so that I can keep with the anonymity of the story.
Our family owns a log cabin that we rent out when not in use. Some of the rooms can be a bit small so we share beds (I said we were a close family). It has been fun though; we have two beautiful fireplaces, one in the sitting area and another in the master bedroom – which I was able to talk my way into. I may have had a bit too much fun out in the brisk mountains though because by the final day, I had a terrible head cold.
That morning I walked out into our quaint kitchen where the rush of breakfast had begun. I must have looked how I felt because my Brother was the first one to take notice.
“You don’t look too good,” said my Brother.
“Yeah,” said my Uncle Eric. “You look rough kid.”
“I’m not feeling that great,” I said. “I think I’m going to hang around the warm cabin today.”
My Mother came over and felt my face, but didn’t say anything. I could have a broken foot and she would still make her way over and place her hand on my forehead.
“I think that would be best,” said my Mother. “One of us will stay behind with you.”
“I will,” said my Aunt Veronica. “I’m all ski’d out anyway. It will be nice to have a relaxing day and just lounge around the cabin.”
“Alright, fine by me,” I said before heading back into my room.
I laid down on the soft, cozy bed and closed my eyes. My Aunt Veronica is my Mother’s younger sister. She is a yoga instructor back in the city with her own studio and it shows. Her stomach is flat with her abs slightly showing through and her ass is the perfect round shape thanks to the many squats she does weekly. Most days she wears her hair in a pony tail and today was no exception; with her average sized breasts always being flaunted around it was hard not to stare.
Yes, she may be my Aunt, but that doesn’t seem to register with me. Mix in my infatuation with older women and you’ve got yourself a forbidden crush. I’ve never told anyone of these though and would never act on them; it is just something taboo I like to fantasize about from time to time.
Like I said, older women are the bulk of my sexual fantasies. It is hard to explain, but I always look at girls my age as just that, “girls,” I like real women. Experienced, sexy, intelligent, mature and aren’t afraid to voice exactly what they want.
I felt a tap on my foot and I woke up from my fantasy. Standing at the end of the bed was my Aunt Veronica with a bowl of soup in her hand, dressed head to toe in her yoga outfit – she wasn’t one to miss a workout. Even though she was showing off no cleavage, her top was wrapped tightly around her breasts; not leaving much to the imagination.
“You dosed off for a couple hours hun,” she said. “I brought you some soup. You really should eat something.”
Aunt Veronica made her way around to the side of the bed and placed the bowl on the nightstand next to me.
“You know I know a lot about health and fitness,” she said. “I’m going to help you get back on your feet, okay?”
“Thank you,” I sniffled. “It smells delicious.”
I did my best to keep eye contact, but from time to time my eyes dipped down to her yoga pants that were hugging her gorgeous hips.
“Give me a call when you’re finished,” she said. “I’ll run you a hot bath.”
“Oh, okay,” I said.
As I picked up the soup and rested it on my chest, I watched her hips sway with each step out of the room. Aunt Veronica’s ass was a work of art, being able to see every muscle work in a fluid motion as she walked away.
I’ve overheard my Mother and Father discussing my Aunt Veronica and Uncle Eric in the past. Apparently their marriage is on the rocks, it makes me feel for my cousins. They must hear a lot when they’re constantly fighting. My Uncle Eric never seemed like a great match for her to begin with.
My Uncle has a dry personality and my Aunt Veronica is bubbly and seems to always have a smile on her face; whether she is putting that on for show, I don’t know.
The hot soup helped a lot and gave me a bit of my energy back. I placed the bowl back on the night stand and considered just rolling over and going back to sleep. Almost immediately after I rolled over; my Aunt Veronica entered the room.
“You’re done and you didn’t call me?” she said. “You’re never going to get better if you don’t listen to me.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I just figured I’d get some more rest.”
“Yes, rest is good, but you have to do more than just sleep to get better. I’m going to run you a hot bath. You better be in that bathroom in five minutes or I’ll come back and drag you out of bed.”
My Aunt giggled before picking up my bowl and walking back out. After a few moments, I heard the faucet turn on and the water flowing into the tub. I lifted myself up and place my feet on the hard wood floor. I quickly stretched my arms out and then groggily brought myself up to my feet.
I walked out and past the window where the snow was still falling. The bathroom door was cracked open as the light and steam seeped out. I opened the door to see my Aunt Veronica sitting on the side of the tub with her hand in the water to feel the temperature.