I had no idea who Aunt Cordelia was. My mom, her sister, had never mentioned her. So, it was very surprising when Mom announced one day when me and my sisters were at the dinner table – that her sister was coming to live with us for the better part of six months. Apparently, her mansion had experienced some sort of plumbing disaster, and she needed a place to live while it was renovated.
“Why haven’t we met her before?” my sister Connie asked.
Connie is 20, and my twin. Blonde, petite but with good-sized breasts. She is cute, and feisty – always saying just what’s on her mind.
“Well,” Mom said, patiently. “Cordelia and I have never been close. She has some, let’s say strange ways and I just never wanted any part of it. But she is my blood and no one else could take her.”
“I’m excited to meet her,” Julia said.
Julia is 19 – and the youngest. Also blonde, also cute, but a little more reserved than Connie.
“Is she older or younger than you?” I asked.
Mom set down her fork and thought. “You know, Kurt – she’s a couple of years younger than me – so early forties maybe?”
That would make her at least twenty years my senior. I figured she was probably old and not very pretty. I mean, my mom is pretty good looking for mid-forties, but she takes really good care of herself. My friends have called her a MILF, and I guess I see it. She has honey-blonde hair past her shoulders, large breasts, a slender waist and athletic legs.
“You guys are just going to have to welcome her,” Mom said. “We’ve got plenty of room and I for one am looking forward to reconnecting.”
Aunt Cordelia would stay in one of the guest rooms downstairs – near my room. We live in a big house, with six bedrooms plus the master.
A knock on the door announced her arrival. I peered from the top of the stairs as Mom opened and greeted Aunt Cordelia. She was wearing a furry hooded coat, and I couldn’t really see her face or her physical form at all. Mom ushered her down the hall to her room.
“Did you get a look at her?” Connie asked, joining me at the top of the stairs.
“Nope,” I said. “How about you, Julia?”
“Me either,” Julia said, standing next to Connie.
I shrugged my shoulders and down to the den. The call to dinner came about an hour later. I met Connie and Julia at the foot of the stairs. It was winter so the sky was getting dark early. I saw the glow of candles coming from down the hall.
The three of us walked cautiously into our spacious dining room. Mom was in an animated conversation with Aunt Cordelia, who had her back to us. I could see long, wavy brown hair that cascaded over the back of her chair – and that was it.
“Oh, kids,” Mom said. “Come on in and join us!”
I saw our places set with streaming plates of salmon, rice, and a veggie of some sort. As I walked around the high-backed chair that held Aunt Cordelia, I saw a slender arm reach for a tall glass of red wine. As I rounded the corner of the table I nearly fell over.
There sat Aunt Cordelia. She was not old or ugly. In fact, she was among the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Her lovely brown hair framed a friendly face with soft features. Her blue eyes danced in the candlelight. And her dress – black, clingy and low-cut. I could see plenty of cleavage of two big globes pushing out of her dress.
“Come meet Delia,” Mom said.
I exchanged glances with Julie and Connie. They were thinking the same thing I was. This was not the aunt we were expecting.
Aunt Cordelia stood and pushed her chair back. She reached out a petite hand towards me.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Kurt,” she said.
Her voice was clear and deep, her stomach flat. The dress was so tight that I could see the outline of a thong covering her pussy.
It took all my effort not to stare at her breasts, so I got lost in her eyes instead.
“Kurt!” Mom said, breaking me from her spell.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, taking her hand. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Oh, Kurt,” Aunt Cordelia said, “we’re family. Give me a hug!”
She reached around me and pulled me in. She smelled of something floral. She was warm and her breasts pressed into my chest. I felt my dick spasm just a bit and hoped she hadn’t noticed.
“Why haven’t we met you before?” Connie asked, moving to my side and going in for a hug.
“Oh,” Aunt Cordelia said, “your mother and I haven’t been as close as we could be. But I’m here now!”
Julie hugged her as well, and we all sat in our places.
“So, what do you do, Aunt Cordelia?” Connie asked, always the curious one.
Aunt Cordelia laughed lightly. “That’s a great question. I guess you could say I’m a therapist of sorts. I help people discover more about themselves than they ever thought possible.”
I thought I saw a look from Mom – was it disapproval?
“Sounds intriguing,” Julia said. “Do you like have an office and stuff?”
“No,” Aunt Cordelia said. “I work out of my home. At least I did until …”
“So, you’re not working now?” I said.
“Probably not until my house is ready again,” she said. “But hey, let’s not talk about that. In fact, I want you to do me a favor – call me Delia. Okay?”
“Okay, um, Delia,” I said, trying to avert my eyes from her luscious boobs, without much luck.
I looked up and thought I saw Delia wink at me. Was I wrong? Probably.
“Your mom tells me you’re going to school next term, Kurt?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “UPEN, um, the University of Pennsylvania.”
“And you’re 20 now, yes?”
“Um, right,” I said.
“Good that you waited a bit. I did too,” Delia said with that incredible smile.
“I start in January,” I said.
“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of great experiences waiting for you – in and out of the classroom,” Delia said.