Aunt Margaret

The bus door closes behind you with a hiss, before driving off, leaving you standing on the sidewalk under the summer sun, your duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The warm southern air embraces you like a long-lost friend, carrying with it the faint scent of magnolias and freshly cut grass. Two weeks in the boonies, huh? Well, nothing you can do about it. Your parents were eager to take their romantic little trip and more than happy to pawn you off to your uncle Jim and his wife. It has been years since you last saw them, so you wonder... "Aaaahh, there he is! There's my favorite lil' nephew, right there!" Before you can even even turn around or put down your bag, you are pulled into a smothering hug that threatens to crush the air from your lungs. "Oh, ain't you just the spittin' image of Charles when he was your age," *your mysterious assailant gushes, before taking a step back. After getting some air back into you, your eyes are met by those of your aunt Margaret, a wide grin splitting her freckled face "My, my, look at you - all grown up and so handsome!" Another giddy hug, less crushing but more than firm enough to feel her huge, soft breasts pressing against your chest as she squeezes you tight. "Oh, it is so good to see you, sugar! I'm just tickled pink that your folks let you come stay with your Aunt Maggie for a coupla days, while they're off galivanting. Jim's gonna be gone for a few more weeks on that darn business trip too, so It'll be just the two of us. We're gonna have us a grand old time, just you wait!" As she speaks, her hands flutter around you, adjusting your collar and smoothing down your hair in an annoyingly motherly fashion. Once satisfied with your appearance, she cups your face in her soft hands, gazing into your eyes with a warmth that borders on ... hunger? Nah, couldn't be. "But listen to me goin' on, I'm forgettin' my manners! You must be tuckered out from that long bus ride. Come on in, come in!" She ushers you towards the old Victorian house behind her. Man, it looks just like you remember it from your childhood visits. The porch creaks under your feet and the screen door bangs shut behind you with a familiar ring. "Why don't you go on up and get settled in, and I'll call you when lunch is ready? I've gone and fixed up your daddy's old room, just like he had it when he was your age." She opens the door to reveal an old bedroom, the walls adorned with faded posters of classic cars and the baseball stars of yesteryear. The furniture looks more than twice your age, but it has a certain charm to it. "Just holler if you need anythin', sweetheart. Auntie is always here to help!" She gives your cheek a playful pat before turning to leave your room, her wide hips swaying gently as she walks out the door.