“Aunt Emmy, you’re crushing me,” Charlie mumbled from the vicinity of my ribcage. “I can’t breathe.”
I loosened my grip. “I’m glad to see you, pal!”
“We can tell,” Luke said, kissing my cheek. “You all right?” I put my arms around his waist and clutched him.
“She’s been like a cat on a hot tin roof all day,” Martha volunteered.
“I’m great. Tell me what you did! Did Frankie like it?” I forced myself to release Luke from my grip. Charlie launched into the story of their day and I pulled him to me again. Justone more hug.
“Maybe we can take a break from flying until you’re ready to come too. What do you think?” Luke asked me when Charlie took a breath.
I rested my head on his arm, and he wrapped it around me. “I think that’s a good idea.”
Luke offered babysitting services for Charlie for that night, so we followed his car back to his house. “Are we sleeping over at Luke’s?” Charlie asked.
“Well, he offered it, if you want to. I can run home before work and throw some clothes together for us.”
I glanced in the rearview mirror. He was frowning.
“You don’t want to sleep at Luke’s? We don’t have to.”
“No, I want to sleep at Luke’s,” Charlie said angrily, “but I don’t want you to go work at that place!”
“Are you still getting a hard time about that at school?” He didn’t answer, and focused on the scenery outside his window. I sighed. “Well, let me take a look at our money situation, pal. Maybe I can swing it so that I don’t have to work at Roy’s anymore.”
I glanced back again, and he was beaming. “Really? I don’t like it when you’re gone at night, Emmy.”
“If we need the money, I have to, sweet pea. Do you understand that?”
Charlie was quiet. Then he said, “What if I eat less? Then you wouldn’t spend as much money for groceries.”
My heart broke a little. “No, you don’t have to eat less. I’ll figure it out, ok?” I bit my lip. “We can stay at Luke’s tonight. I’ll bring over your toothbrush, which I’m sure you will use.”
“And Danny Bob,” he reminded me. “I forgot him.”
“Of course, Danny Bob. Do you mind sleeping on the air mattress?”
“No, but Luke and I are going to get a real bed for me.”
I felt a little shock run through me. They were making furniture plans together? Before I could get more information from Charlie, we were turning into the driveway and arriving at Luke’s.
Luke and I were both fairly useless in the kitchen, unless we all wanted to live on pasta, grilled cheese, French toast, and hamburgers. Which would have been fine with Charlie, but the adults in the house preferred a bit more variety. “I’m going to look up some recipes while you’re gone,” Luke said, as he gingerly bit into my version of chicken parmesan. It was a little rubbery. Well, maybe more than a little. After dinner, he and Charlie got involved in a board game, which seemed so boring I wanted to poke out my eyes, but Charlie loved it immediately and Luke was completely engrossed. I kissed them both on the heads and snuck out.
Nana’s house was dark and lonely. I grabbed our things as quickly as I could, telling myself that the noises I was hearing were just the house settling in the wind. That there wasn’t really anyone there, watching me. Hating me. I ran out and slammed the car door, then drove to Roy’s for another evening of beer and lewdness.
Luke was awake when I pulled back in after my shift, watchingsports replays on the coach. “I need to clean off,” I told him, bending to kiss him. “I reek of beer.”
“I can help you with that,” he volunteered, grabbing my hand and leaping up, and before I knew it our clothes were shucked off and we were in the shower together.
“First thing I’m going to do when I remodel this bathroom is put in a big shower,” he said. “Built for two.”
“I’m not minding this,” I told him, and pressed back against him, letting the water run down me. He took his time rubbing the soap across my back, massaging my shoulders until I groaned with the pleasure of it. Up and down my arms, then he whispered, “I need to do your front.” I watched his soapy hands rub my breasts, rolling them between his fingers, pinching and pulling my nipples gently, then harder until I was gasping, leaning my hands against the tile wall to support myself. I turned and took the soap bottle, pouring some out into my palms, and started the same treatment on him, sweeping up and down his fascinating chest, across his broad back, rubbing and kneading his ass with both my hands. Then I took his length into my hand and rolled his balls in my other palm. He tilted my head up to kiss me, then reached between us and cupped my pussy, pushing me back up against the wall. His fingers went to my clit, rubbing in circles and then pinching, and I lost all conscious thought when he put two fingers deep inside me. I continued to stroke him, up and down, losing my rhythm as I got closer and closer to climax. He kissed me, rubbing against my clit with his thumb and moving his long fingers in and out, pinching my nipple until I came, hard, clenching on his fingers, and he came too, spurting across my stomach and thighs. We panted, resting against each other, under the warm water.
The actual getting clean part after that was less successful.The house had been designed for shorter people, and Luke had to do a backbend to get his head under the water. Every time he did it, it made me laugh, until he kissed me to make me be quiet. We maneuvered each other out of the way for time under the water, shoving and wiggling, and he tried to shampoo my hair, making knots in it as big as my fist. We kept laughing, then reminding each other that Charlie was sleeping in the master bedroom, then getting hysterical again. Finally we decided we were clean enough and went back to his temporary room. I settled on the air mattress to comb out my hair. I decided to leave my brush at his house so I would have one there for next time.
“I’ll put in a big shower. With two shower heads.” Luke said. He studied me. I sat cross-legged in the middle of the mattress, my hair making wet patches on my t-shirt over my breasts, my nipples prominent. His eyes fixed on them. “The other thing I’m going to do when I remodel is soundproof the bedroom,” he remarked. “I like it when you scream.”
I flushed. “I don’t think I scream!”
