She tied the drawstring around her body and headed downstairs to the first floor of her little split level home on the outskirts of Caroline. She turned on the porch light and opened the door. She blinked a couple of times when the door opened. She couldn’t believe she was seeing the beautiful woman in front of her. She was 29 years old and had long, straight black hair with bangs hanging down in her eyes which were large and violet. She had thick full lips which were crimson and she had a tongue stud. Her breasts were large and she had a thin, flat stomach. She had a bit of a bubble butt, but it was in good shape. Her legs were long and shapely. She was around 5’4 and around 100lbs. She was a C-Class Hish with a 3. 5″ girlcock.
“Aynsley?” Eileen asked, sincerely shocked, “Is that you?”
“Hey sis,” Aynsley said, taking a drag from her cigarette, “Can I crash here?” Suddenly Eileen’s hand shot out quickly and strongly slapped Aynsley’s face, knocking the cigarette out of her mouth and into the yard.
“How dare you?”
“Christ Eileen, what the fuck was that for?’ Aynsley said, putting her hand up against her white-hot cheek.
“I haven’t seen you in 10 years Aynsley. I thought you were dead when you didn’t show up for mom’s funeral. Now you show up at my house in the middle of the fucking night, no explanation, and want a place to stay? Fuck you!” Eileen felt her whole body shaking. She knew that if she looked at her sister again she would hit her. However, when Aynsley spoke again, it was with a softer voice.
“Hey Eileen, I am sorry. I didn’t mean it to come out like that,” she said, feeling tears welling in her eyes. All of the sudden, she was Eileen’s little sister again and Eileen felt her heart softening, “I wasn’t demanding anything. I am begging. I need help.”
“What’s wrong Aynsley?” Eileen asked, this time softer. She opened the door and let her sister walk in. They both headed to the kitchen. Eileen began preparing tea and Aynsley sat down at the head of the table. Eileen returned a few minutes later and handed her sister a cup of green tea. She sat next to her for a minute and didn’t speak.
“Okay listen,” Aynsley said, measuring her words and be particularly careful, “You know why I left all those years ago. Mom was not an easy person to live with. You got out and I spent all those years alone with her and I just needed to get away. I spent a lot of time in Camelot, in some of the shady places you hear about in the news. I have not had a very good life, but I couldn’t come home. I didn’t even know mom was dead until you just told me now. But listen sis, I just got myself cleaned up. I haven’t had a drink in a month, nothing harder than that for almost 6.” Aynsley was sobbing now and Eileen put her arm around her little sister. She didn’t even think about her much anymore. She was shocked by how much she missed her.
“Well I am glad to hear that,” Eileen said.
“Listen, I can’t be with those people up in Camelot anymore. I am not strong like you are. If I am around them I am going to use,” she said, baring her soul and being honest.
“Well I am glad you are doing what needs to be done. Finally acting like a grownup,” Eileen said. It was all Aynsley could do to keep from getting angry. She hadn’t said it before, but she hated Eileen’s judgmental attitude and the fact that she thought she was her second mother. It was at least part of the reason she had left in the first place.
“I can get a job,” she said, ignoring Eileen, “I am ready to turn my life around. I just need a place to stay for a while while I get on my feet. I thought maybe I could stay here?” she said.
“You have a 18 year old niece in this house who can’t even remember you,” Eileen said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and taking a sip of her tea. She saw the shock in Aynsley’s eyes.
“Kendal is 18? Well I guess that’s right,” she said, shaking her head, “I want to be her aunt. I think it would be fun. I can help you, it must be hard. I assume Cara is still out of the picture?” Cara was the person who had sired Kendal, what the Hish’s called a Donor. She had disappeared shortly before the girl’s birth. While it was normal for Donor’s not to be involved in their daughters’ day-to-day lives, it was not common for them to disappear forever.
“I am sure she would like to meet you,” Eileen said, finally, “Listen. The guest room is right there to the right. I am going to go upstairs and go to bed. I have work tomorrow. You can stay here for a few weeks if you need to, but if you backslide, you’re gone. I have to think about Kendal.”
“It won’t be a problem,” Aynsley said as Eileen got up from the table, “Honestly sis, I’ve changed.” Eileen nodded and went upstairs.
The next morning a commotion in the kitchen awoke Aynsley. She looked and the clock and remembered where she was and saw that it was 8 a. m. She slipped on some boxers and a wife beater and rubbed her eyes. She opened the door and saw her niece sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. She was shocked by what she saw. This was not the toddler she had left all those years before, it was an actual teenager.
Kendal had long black hair with bangs, just like her aunt. She had big, blue eyes and thick lips. She had a small beauty mark right over her lip on the right side of her face. She had small breasts, and a flat stomach. She was wearing a skirt which showed off her thin, delicate ballerina legs. She was 5’0 and around 95lbs. She was a class-A Hish with a bizarrely large (even for a Hish) 10″ girlcock. The girl looked up from the cereal with an inquisitive look and Aynsley was terrified that this girl thought some random woman had broken into her house.
“Mom is right,” Kendal said in a soft, sweet voice, “I do look a lot like you.” Aynsley laughed a little bit and then opened the fridge.
“I was hoping she told you I was going to be here, I am your Aunt, Aynsley,” she said and grabbed a grapefruit from inside.
“It is nice to meet you Aunt Aynsley,” Kendal said sweetly and finished up her bowl of cereal.
“Oh please just call me Aynsley,” She said, feeling older each second she talked to this strangely polite little girl.
“Mom told me to call you Aunt Aynsley,” the girl said as she drank the remaining milk from her bowl and got up from the table to put it in the dishwasher. Aynsley wanted to ask the girl if she always did everything her mother told her, but decided that it was probably none of her business and decided to change the subject.
“So do you need a ride to school?” she asked. The girl grabbed her back pack and her eyes looked up towards the sky and she pursed her lips. Aynsley was amazed by what a beautiful young woman she had become. She felt a little vain thinking about it. Her niece did look a lot like her.
“Sure,” she said and they walked out to Aynsley’s little car and crammed in.