Aunt Sierra
Marley Quinn
Aunt Sierra
by Marley Quinn
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by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Bucket List
Friday Night Lights
Hard at Play
Tasty Treats
Hands On
First Lesson
Our Little Secret
The Morning After
The Need for Speed
Taking the Wheel
Midnight Rendezvous
Prospects for a Bright Future
Slip n’ Slide
The Sweeter Things in Life
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Bucket List
"You boys be on your best behavior!"
Those words would change my life forever, although I didn't know it at the time.
"I mean it," continued Brayden's mom. "We'll be back Sunday evening, and I want this house looking exactly like it does now. That means no parties, no girls, and no drinking."
"Jeez, Ma, come on," said Brayden.
I could understand why he was frustrated. There are three key milestones in a young man's life - when he goes on his first hunt, when he loses his virginity, and when he has the house to himself for the first time with no adults around.
I'd never done any of those things, but now the prospect of my best friend's parents leaving for the weekend had me quite excited.
"I'm sure they'll be fine, dear," said Brayden's dad to his wife before turning to look at the three of us. "Won't you boys?"
"Yes, sir," said Nate, always the ass kisser of the group.
"Don't worry, Mr. Singleton," I said. "We won't let Brayden do anything stupid."
What can I say? Brayden's dad was pretty cool, and I knew that he liked me partly because I was a good influence on his son. Not that I'm badmouthing Brayden, mind you. It's just he wasn't always the sharpest knife in the drawer, if you catch my meaning.
"Oh, I don't know, Carl. Maybe I should just stay home," said Brayden's mother.
"Mom, I'm 16!" said Brayden. "I can take care of myself."
"They'll be fine," said Brayden's father. "As long as we leave 'em a few bucks for pizza so they don't starve to death, am I right?"
I dutifully chuckled at that remark, and so did Nate after I elbowed him in the chest. With the chance for us to have a wild weekend, couldn't the guys see that we needed to convince Brayden's parents that everything was under control?
Just then, Brayden's mother got a phone call. She ducked into the other room, but I heard her mention something about leaving for the weekend to go with her husband to a conference in Las Vegas.
"Listen, boys, you got to cut her some slack, okay?" said Brayden's father, giving us a conspiratorial wink. "I know you are fully capable of taking care of yourselves, but it's a mother's job to worry."
"Especially for a boy like Brayden, isn't that right, Bray?" said Nate with a laugh before tousling Brayden's hair.
"Hey, stop it!" said Brayden.
"We fully understand, sir," I said, attempting to get Project Party Weekend back on track.
Unfortunately, Brayden's mother returned to the kitchen with a big smile on her face, and that's when I knew that the project was going to have to be put on hold.
"Well, that was Sierra on the phone," said Brayden's mother.
"Let me guess. Her car's in the shop and she wants to borrow 50 bucks," said Brayden's father with a wry grin.
"Hey! That's not funny," said Brayden's mother, scowling.
"All right, fine, I'm sorry," said Brayden's father, conceding the argument before it could metastasize into something bigger and possibly ruin his upcoming trip.
"Anyway, she's in town," said Brayden's mother. "And she's agreed to look after the boys."
"Oh, come on!" said Brayden, throwing up his hands.
"Nice," muttered Nate.
I had to control my own reaction too, which was one of elation. I'd seen her a few times over the years, and she was easily one of the most attractive women I'd ever seen.
Most of the time, she only came to town for Christmas, but one summer, she'd showed up out of the blue at a family picnic, and I'd kind of had a crush on her ever since.
"Are we sure this is such a good idea?" said Brayden's dad.
"Well, I trust her," said Brayden's mother. "Anyway, she's family, and that's what counts."
Brayden stuck out his tongue at that remark, but Nate and I both exchanged a secret glance. As much as I was looking forward to hanging out with Brayden and Nate with no parents around, I was possibly even more excited to get to spend some more time with Brayden's aunt, especially if she was still as hot as I remembered.
"All right, then. You heard her, boys," said Brayden's dad. "Looks like you're going to be spending the weekend with my little sister. God bless you all."
That all happened on a Tuesday, and the next three days passed in an agonizing blur. Nate kept pushing for Brayden to throw a party, aunt or no aunt, but he was on the fence about the whole thing, saying she'd never let it happen.
Personally, I didn't give a crap as long as I got to spend time with sweet Sierra, but I went along with Nate just to show solidarity.
Ever since that picnic, I'd pumped Brayden for information about his aunt, but he was always frustratingly evasive. All I knew for sure was that she was in her late 20s or early 30s, wasn't married, and was constantly flying around the world, and most of that I knew from Instagram.
I had to follow her from my secret account so Brayden wouldn't know I was perving on his aunt. But my god, she really was a stunner. She might've been close to twice my age, but she looked and dressed like a teenage girl. She had a flat, toned stomach, and she was always wearing outfits that showed it off.
Apparently, she was the "black sheep" of the family, although Brayden never specified why. That whole side of his family, including his dad, were kind of conservative, so I think the fact she was partying in Ibiza and hiking mountain trails in Nepal freaked them out a little bit. Either way, I didn't care. She was hot, she was funny, and I was gonna have a whole 48 hours to hang out with her.
By the time Friday finally rolled around, I was buzzing pretty good. My mom knew I was sleeping over at Brayden's house, but I think Nate told his parents he was going to visit his older sister up at Crestwell University.
Honestly, I blame those old movies because every parent seems to have it fixed in their mind that kids go buck wild the moment they have the house to themselves, when in reality, all we probably would've done is stay up late and play video games.
When I got to Brayden's house, I was looking everywhere for signs of Sierra, but she apparently hadn't shown up yet, and Brayden's mom was in an absolute frenzy. His dad had to straight up slip her a pill before she calmed down and focused on packing her suitcase.
Then, just when Brayden's mom was about to throw another fit and declare she wasn't going, the doorbell rang.
Friday Night Lights
Since I had strategically kept myself posted closest to the door, I sprang to answer it.
“Well hey,” I said, grinning as I saw it was, indeed, Sierra.
“Whew, sorry I’m late!” said Sierra, breezing past me as she pushed her sunglasses up on her head. “Three-car pileup over on Henderson Avenue.”
“Ah,” said Brayden’s father with a knowing nod.
“Oh, you’re here. Thank goodness!” said Brayden’s mom, grabbing Sierra by the arm and whisking her off to the kitchen, chattering a mile a minute about emergency contact numbers and other boring stuff.
All I cared about was that she was looking even finer than in her Instagram pictures. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off her tanned, athletic legs and a crop top. I had half a boner already.
“Come on, Pamela. We really need to go,” said Brayden’s father.
There was an enormous hustle and bustle as Brayden got his wife out to the car, all the things stowed away in the vehicle, some tearful goodbyes, and last-minute admonitions to all of us to be on our best behavior.
When they finally left and were out of sight, I breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly, when Brayden’s mom was in one of her states, she was exhausting.
“All right, looks like it’s just us chickens now,” said Sierra with a big grin. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Huh?” said Brayden.
“Come on, you’re teenage boys,” said Sierra. “It’s Friday night. Surely, you’ve got some plans. What’s it gonna be? Bonfire in a farmer’s field? Raging kegger? What?”
“Actually, I think we were just gonna play some video games,” said Nate.
“Come on, are you serious?” said Sierra, turning to look at us one at a time. “You’re strapping young lads. Come on, where’s the party, guys?”
“Well, we were thinking of having a party here,” I suggested, a bit frustrated that Nate didn’t seem to be on board.
“All right, that’s the spirit!” said Sierra, clapping her hands together.
“I don’t think Mom and Dad would approve,” said Brayden.
“Come on, seriously?” said Sierra. “That’s so lame. So, who are you gonna call? We need to get this party jumping, and that means girls. Surely, there’s gotta be some cute girls you want to invite over.”
The three of us just hung our heads. The sad truth was that we didn’t really have anyone to invite, other than a couple of other guys who were as socially inept as we were. As I said, those old movies really paint a misleading picture.
“Sorry,” I said, feeling incredibly sheepish.
Brayden, nonplussed, walked past his aunt into the living room and picked up a controller. Nate then sat down beside him, settling the issue. Despite all that tough talk during the week, they were abandoning even an attempt to have a party.
“No way,” said Sierra, marching into the living room, and snatching the controller out of her nephew’s hand. “I’m not gonna sit here and watch you stare at a screen all evening.”
“Come on, give it back,” said Brayden, sounding a bit whiny in my opinion.
“All right, look,” said Sierra. “It’s clear you guys need some help. Let’s go for a drive.”
There was some moaning and grumbling, especially from Brayden, but then we were out of the house, which I was thrilled about. I got even more excited when I saw Sierra was driving one of those old Jeeps, the kind with no doors and no top. I ran over as quickly as I could so I could ride shotgun, and Sierra noticed my enthusiasm, giving me a wink that got my heart racing.
Once Brayden and Nate were settled in the back, we took off, the music blasting as Sierra raced down the street. With her driving, it gave me another chance to get a good look at her and admire those legs of hers. Girls my age never wore shorts that short, and I couldn’t understand why.
Of course, girls my age rarely wore crop tops either, and for a good reason since most of them were a bit on the chubby side. Sierra’s stomach was so tight and taut that I started imagining what it would feel like to touch it. Like, would it be all hard and muscly? Or was it soft underneath?
It was crazy how she looked better than anyone in my grade. Between her trim figure and all that skin on display, she was radiantly confident. All the girls I knew either tended to be super shy or else boisterous chatterboxes who spent all their time talking to their female friends.
I was so engrossed in sneaking looks over at Sierra, especially when she’d switch gears, causing her thigh muscles to tense up for a moment, that I scarcely realized she had taken us to a playground.
“All right, everybody out!” said Sierra with a big grin.
Hard at Play
There was some grumbling from the back, and even I was a little surprised. I probably hadn’t been on a playground in ten years, and this one was deserted.
“Sitting around all day is no way to go through life,” said Sierra, clapping her hands together. “Let’s get your blood moving!”
If my blood wasn’t moving before, it certainly started when I saw her race over to the bars and begin swinging her way across using only her hands. It was amazing to see how athletic she was, and the fact that her top was riding up a little bit with the effort certainly garnered my full attention.
Once she’d finished crossing to the other side, she ordered us to do the same. Brayden managed to do two bars before losing his grasp. Nate did a little better, getting in three, so that left me to show her that we weren’t a bunch of pathetic weaklings.
The painted metal of the bars was warm, but it wasn’t long at all before my fingers started to get a painful cramp. As I swung myself across, I realized just how bad a shape I was in as I got winded very quickly. But I hung on for dear life, and although the last bar nearly slipped out of my sweaty grasp, I made it to the other side.
“Wow, good job, Luke!” said Sierra, giving me a quick hug that made it all completely worthwhile. Her body was so warm, and she smelled so good that I wanted it to go on forever.
After that, I was fired up, and Nate started getting into the act as well. Only Brayden remained sulky as the four of us put the playground through its paces, sliding down the slides, walking over rope bridges, and climbing through the obstacle course.
Pretty soon, we were all laughing and having a ball. Sierra ran over to one of the swings, pointing at Brayden to take the other. She then exhorted me to push her higher and higher into the sky, which I enthusiastically did, relishing every time I got to put my hands on her tight torso.
An hour or so later, we were all winded, even Sierra. Brayden still looked a bit out of sorts, but I was feeling better than I had in a long time, and Nate looked happy too. It was kind of crazy that we were at a playground for little kids, but at the same time, it was more fun than I’d had in ages.
“Whew, that’s better!” said Sierra, clapping her hands together. “Got the blood moving, didn’t it? All right, what’s next?”
“I’m hungry,” said Brayden.
“Hmm, who else is hungry?” said Sierra.
Nate and I both raised our hands, which caused everyone to laugh.
“All right, let’s go get some banh mi,” said Sierra. “I know just the place!”
“What’s that?” said Nate. I shrugged my shoulders, just as mystified as he was.
“Seriously? You guys have never tried Vietnamese food?” said Sierra. “Oh, you don’t know what you’re missing.”
Probably the most exotic thing I’d eaten at that point in my life was sushi, so I was definitely down to try something new. We all got into Sierra’s jeep, and she took us across town to a little side street where there was a food truck along with a few tables and benches in front.
“Wow, that smells good,” I said as I got out of the vehicle.
“I know, right?” said Sierra, flashing me a big smile that got my pulse racing again.
Since none of us knew what to order, Sierra did all the talking. It turned out that banh mi was a kind of soup, which was not the kind of thing I was into. But hey, it was an adventure, and sitting there at the table with Sierra next to me made it all worthwhile. Oh, and the soup was pretty tasty, too, even if Brayden only picked at it.
“Yummy, right?” said Sierra, lifting up her bowl and drinking down every drop.
I think Nate was just playing along when he said yes, but I actually thought it was good.
“Woah, check it out,” said Sierra, lowering her voice and using her eyes to gesture over in the direction of the food truck.
I looked over and saw two girls in line that I didn’t recognize.
“They’re cute, eh?” said Sierra. “Maybe you can invite them to your party.”
“What?” said Nate, his eyes wide.
“Come on. You like girls, don’tcha?” said Sierra. “Go over and talk to them.”
“I can’t do that,” said Nate, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“Why not?” said Sierra.
“I... I wouldn’t know what to say,” said Nate, looking positively terrified, which I completely understood.
“Brayden? What about you, little man?” said Sierra. “You gonna go get you some or what?”
“Not my type,” said Brayden.
“Luke? What about you?” said Sierra, turning those flashing eyes my direction. “They’re cute, right?”
“Um, yes, I guess so,” I said, although the truth was that they were drab and boring compared to Sierra.
“Well, go over and talk to them,” said Sierra, giving me a conspiratorial wink.