Mom's Twin Sister

*RING*

That was the doorbell.

"Was that the doorbell?" I heard Mom call out from the kitchen.

Yes, it was, Mom. Yes, it was. There's only one thing in the house that sounds like the doorbell, and after living here for well over a decade, you should know that sound.

"Would you get that, dear? I'm still baking."

I'm already on it, Mom, I thought as I headed towards the door.

"It's probably Ella. She should be here about now. Let her in!"

No, Mom, it would be somebody else, out of the blue, out here where we lived in the middle of nowhere, on a Saturday. Even those Jehovah's Witnesses people didn't trek all the way out here. And I was gonna let my aunt stand at the door without letting her in. Yes, that was the plan -notto let Auntie in after she had traveled over four thousand miles to come see us for the first time in God know how many years. Jesus, Mom, could you be any more... ah, words fail me, even.

I opened the door and saw my aunt standing there, suitcase and all.

"Heeeey!" she practically shouted and gave me a beaming smile.

"Hey, Auntie, come on in." I said, smiling back at her and waving her inside.

"Oh, I want a hug first! C'mere, you big boy, you!"

She stepped inside, practically jumped up and wrapped her arms around me, almost making me fall over backwards.

"Mmmm! Heeeey, I haven't seen you in sooooo long!"

"Happy to see you too, Ella."

Her exuberance was infectious. I reached around her and returned the embrace. That left us standing there, in the hall, hugging madly like excited family members do.

She leaned back slightly and looked up at me. We were almost the same height, so I could see right into her beautiful blue eyes as she stood there. She was still smiling.

"Oh my, haven'tyougrown handsome..."

Then she leaned in and kissed me. Right on the mouth. Not just a friendly peck, either. Softly.

"Mmmh..."

I felt her give off a slight moan. Then her tongue started licking across my lips, negotiating its way into my mouth, touching its counterpart for a quick second before returning. It felt... good. Surprising, but not invasive or unpleasant. Her tongue just gently flicked in and said hello to mine, then retreated as quickly as it had entered. When she broke the kiss, it almost felt like an electric shock.

"Mmmwah! Delicious." she said in a dreamy voice, taking a step back.

A tingling sensation spread through my body as she left me standing there, stepping past me into the hallway. Suddenly, my mind wasn't thinking about this as welcoming a family member I hadn't seen in ages. The only thing I could think about now was the feeling of a woman's body rubbing up against mine; her scent; the feeling of her wet lips...

What the fuck just happened? I was left standing in the hall while Ella tiptoed her way inside to find her sister. I heard excited screams coming from the kitchen.

"Heeeeey, Trish!"

"Elliiiiiee!"

"Yaaaay!"

I didn't really take in any more of their reunion; my shell-shocked mind was still stuck in recovery mode. I was still standing in the hallway, unable to move. Seriously...What the fuck just happened?

Was this a thing Aunt Ella did to people? Kissing people hello? Was it a European thing or something? She'd been living over there for many years now, that's why we hadn't seen her in so long... Was this a thing she'd picked up over there? Kissing people on the lips like that? Did she do this a lot or... was it just for me?

No, seriously, snap out of it. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and eventually managed to shake myself free from the shock and shuffle my way in to join them. I decided to try to forget about it. It was probably nothing. Just some kind of overly friendly greeting, reserved for close family members. Or a Europe thing. Yeah.

I entered the kitchen and saw the two of them standing there in enthusiastic conversation. Ella turned her head and looked my way.

"Ah, there he is, your handsome boy. We were just talking about you. Man, you look great - you're in a sports team, right?"

"Yeah, I did track and field."

"That's why you look so fit, no doubt."

"Uh... yeah..."

Aunt Ella gave me a subtle wink and turned back to face her sister.

"I've never been able to work out that often. Obviously, it's been even harder the last couple of years, but..."

"Oh, don't sell yourself short, Ella - you look amazing!"

"You think so? Well, I did buy a treadmill and set it up in my living room. That helps a bit. Organized spin classes and such, though... They've started up again, but since I haven't been to one in so long, it's hard to get back into the old habits."

They kept talking, catching up after years of separation. I was still dumbstruck, unable to get that kiss out of my head. I probably would have been shocked no matter who had done it, but it wasn't just that it had come as a total surprise. It wasn't just that she was my aunt either. She also looked very much like Mom. Exactly like her, in fact. I shouldn't be surprised. After all, they were twins.

Seeing them standing there face to face, I could do a live comparison between them. Sure, there were subtle differences, if one were to look closely: Ella seemed a tiny bit fitter, with a slimmer waist and a slightly leaner figure. Her hair was a bit longer, and her skin tone paler - the effect of spending most of her time indoors, working.

My mom also didn't have such lavish earrings hanging from her earlobes. Ella's outfit spoke of her continental influence; aside from her jewelry and expensive shoes, she was wearing a creamy white sweater dress with a broad brown belt around the waist, perfectly accentuating her hourglass figure. Mom's clothes weren't nearly as fancy; she had on a simple top and jeans, with an apron covering her front because she was baking buns and rolls.

The more primitive parts of my brain stopped looking at their clothes and started taking in the more voluptuous details. Ella's chest rose up and down as she excitedly conversed with her sister, and my mind flashed back to when they had pressed against me in the hallway moments ago. Oh, how firm they had felt, how they had made my heart pound away as they pushed against my chest...

They were substantial in size, but not so large that they didn't fit her frame. Still, they made her dress bulge outwards on her chest before curving back inwards towards her stomach. I tried measuring their size in my head... they were like... oranges? No, bigger than that. Watermelons? No, that's way too big. From baseballs to basketballs, surely there must be something in between... Yes, cantaloupes! Like cantaloupes cut in half and placed on her chest - yes, that's it, like...

"Christopheeer? Hellooo?"

I looked up and saw both women facing me. Ellie waved her hand back and forth to get my attention. I blushed with embarrassment. I'd been staring at her boobs and she'd definitely caught me. What made it even worse was that Mom had probably noticed too.

"Chris, why don't you do your aunt a favor and carry her no doubt enormous suitcase to her room and show her around? I'll just get these buns in..."

"Yeah, show me!" Ella said enthusiastically and practically chased after me as I turned.

I kept ahead of her, eager to hide my reddening face as well as the growing bulge in my pants. We went back out to collect her luggage. It was indeed a pretty big case she had brought, but it was on wheels, so it wasn't too hard to move around. I picked it up by the handle and lifted it off the ground. It was heavy, but I made a point not to groan or strain myself; I only used one hand and didn't let it touch the floor.

"Oooh, you're strong." Ella cooed.

As I carried her case inside and I heard her encouraging voice in my ears, it occurred to me that I had been doing this on purpose. I could have been more clever about this, wheeling it in through the hallway or lifting with my legs, but without thinking consciously about it, I hadn't. Some primal part of me wanted to show off my arm strength, especially while the woman could see it.

The woman. That's what my primitive male brain was thinking. Not 'my aunt' or 'my mother's sister'. Not family at all. Just... woman. She woman, me man. Me hulking stronk man carry heavy case for woman. Arrgh. I became more aware that my brain was thinking this as we went upstairs, eventually coming back from the Stone Age mentality and returning to the present.

I took her up to the guest room that Mom had prepared. Ella darted past me.

"Oooh, nice bed. Big and sturdy. And just the right height too."

She sat down on the queen size continental bed and bounced gently up and down a couple of times. Then she bounced a little harder, as if testing its sturdiness. Then she just sat there and looked up at me without saying anything. My gaze drifted down towards her chest for a second before I forced myself to turn away.

"Uh, yes. Anyway, the bathroom's through here..."

I put down her luggage and quickly left the room to show her the bathroom. As if a grown woman wouldn't have been able to find it herself. Oh, well, anything to avoid her seeing how flustered I got whenever she caught me looking at her breasts.

I flicked the light switch to the bathroom and showed her inside, staying by the door and holding my arm out like a servant showing her the way. Inadvertently (no, really, I promise), I stood partly in the way of the door, so that she had to squeeze past me to get in. With a cheeky smile, she rubbed up against me as she moved through the doorway. My eyes darted down towards her chest as she passed. Man, those breasts... I felt them move as she brushed up against me. Part of me just wanted to reach out and grab them. Squeeze them. The growing bulge in my pants twitched at the thought.

Ella took a look at the tiled walls. Rather than a bathtub with a shower, the upstairs bathroom had a glass partition separating the shower from the rest of the room.

"Nice shower. I like a big shower, so that there's plenty of room to stretch and do other things."

Again, she winked at me as she spoke, making my face flare up with that oh so revealing shade of red. She gave a little giggle and shook her head gently, making her earrings jingle and her hair flow back and forth.

Man, she looked amazing. And yes, I suppose that meant that Mom looked good too; given that they were twins, it would make sense that a thing that was true about one of them would be true about the other as well... I just never thought about that because... well, it was Mom. I just didn't stare at her breasts very often. Ella's... well, that was another matter entirely, right?

Having had a quick look, Ella came back out. I was about to turn and head back downstairs when she stepped up in front of me and smiled. She placed her hands on my arms, moving them upwards while giving my muscles a gentle squeeze.

"Wow, you're a handsome young man. I'm sure the girls must be all over you."

"Uh..."

"Icertainly will be."

She gave me another wink before turning around and walking back downstairs. I could feel the sensation of her hands touching me, even minutes later. And her words... She didn't say "would be" as in the hypothetical "would be if I were a girl your age". No, she had definitely said "will", as in "going to be". What did that mean?

I tried to physically shake the thought out of my head. It was probably nothing. Probably just a slip of the tongue, a figure of speech... or maybe I misheard. Or it could be my hormone-filled teenage brain making too much of something. My aunt making a loving gesture could have been wrongly interpreted as something romantic or erotic. It wouldn't be the first time. A girl saying hi in the hall at school didn't mean she wanted to date me or fuck me, but that's how my brain saw it sometimes.

As soon as Mom was done baking, we all sat down around the kitchen table and munched away. Her baked goods really were something. The sisters kept catching up and I sort of became a fly on the wall, just eating and barely listening.

"I really like this house, Trish, it's lovely."

"Thank you - it's been hard work, but it's coming together. It was planned as our vacation spot, but..."

"Well, at least you gotsomethingout of the divorce. That asshat..."

"Thank you, Ella, but let's not keep dragging up the past, shall we..."

"Fine, let's talk about this guy instead."

She nodded her head towards me with another one of those cheeky grins.

"How'd your son grow up to be such a handsome man, hm? How are you keeping the cheerleaders from jumping him on the way to school?"

"Ellaaa..." Mom objected, sending me a sympathetic smile.

I excused myself and headed to the living room to watch some TV. I recognized girl talk and gossip when I heard it, and these two had been video chatting quite a lot before Ella came to visit, so I realized that they were probably going to go on for a while. If they were going to talk aboutme, I'd rather not suffer the embarrassment of actually being in the room.

The weekend shows on TV provided a useful distraction, but I did notice that my teenager brain would occasionally pop back into the gutter and think about Ella's voluptuous body. My cock would get hard, creating a bulge in my trousers that I would hide under a convenient blanket in case somebody came into the room, and then it would go limp again once I managed to clear the vision of my hot aunt out of my brain.

I was kind of curious about what they were talking about. I could hear them laughing and chatting, but couldn't make out any coherent parts of their conversation. Maybe it was for the best. They were sisters, after all, who hadn't been together in years. They deserved some time to themselves without having a third wheel like me listening at the door.

They were still talking when I went back to the kitchen for a snack an hour later. The conversation seemed to be ending, though; Mom had left the table and started clearing away some things while Ella stood up and had a stretch. My eyes may have lingered on her figure a few seconds as she did that - I couldn't help it. I quickly grabbed a soda can from the fridge and headed back out of the kitchen. Behind me, I could hear Ella's footsteps as she followed me, still talking to Mom.

"I could use a shower. It was a long trip."

"Yeah, you do that." Mom said cheerfully as she kept tidying up.

My aunt followed me for a few feet before heading towards the stairs. For some reason, my head turned as she departed, and I could see her looking back at me with that same flirtatious smile she had given me earlier. She started moving up the steps, looking at me over her shoulder.

"Wanna join me?" she said and gave me a wink before she disappeared up the stairs.

I felt my whole face burning as I turned what must have been a shade of purple at this point. I heard a cheerful laughter from the top of the stairs as I skittered away to hide in the living room.

For the next twenty minutes, all I could think about was what my aunt looked like naked in the shower. I wondered what her body looked like when she took off that dress. Large, voluptuous breasts, round hips... She had felt so soft when she hugged me. I wondered what it would have felt like to be naked with her, standing in the shower, our bodies rubbing up against each other...

Oh man, what was she doing to me? Was she for real or was she just messing around? The more I thought about it, the less likely it seemed she was actually serious. A worldly, sexy bombshell like her, taking an interest in an awkward teenager? Yeah, that happens in porn, not in the real world.

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like this kind of flirtatious behavior was normal for her, and that it was just me who couldn't keep up. I'd seen characters in TV shows go toe to toe like this, acting like romantic foils to one another, but now that I was on the receiving end, I realized I didn't stand a chance. I had no retort. Any playful act or comment from a woman like her just made me blush like the virgin I was. She was clearly just teasing me, taking pleasure in seeing how flustered I got when she said something. That had to be it.Hadto be.

I couldn't let go of those thoughts, though. Once she had put it into my head, it was there to stay. Even the most interesting of TV shows couldn't distract me from the fantasy of being naked in the shower with her. Thinking about it made my cock so hard, I could have used it as a baseball bat.

After watching TV for a while, I lay down the floor and did some push-ups to try to take my mind off it. Ten... twenty... two minute break, then another twenty. As my arms started to ache, I dropped to the floor for a rest. I considered doing some sit-ups and squats too... maybe turn the evening into a proper workout. I hadn't planned that for today, but Coach had taught us we should get some training done most days of the week, so I might as well. Besides, Aunt Ella seemed to like strong arms...

Dammit, there it was again. The idea of her. The idea of my trying to impress her. The vision of her standing in front of me, the scent of her, the feeling of her lips...

"What'cha doin', there, handsome?" I heard Ella's voice above me.

Startled, I looked up and jumped to my feet.

"Uh... just... working out, a bit."

"Well, don't let me stop you."

She smiled and sat down on the couch, picking up a banana from the big wooden bowl on the table. She had changed into a thinner dress, still made from some kind of machine-knitted fabric. I guess it was a look for her. If anything, though, it made her womanly shapes stand out even more.

I started doing squats. Slowly, in a controlled manner, like Coach taught me. I was looking straight forward, out the window, not in Ella's direction. It was, however, beginning to get dark outside, so I could just barely make out her reflection. She just seemed to sit there, not doing or saying anything. Just... watching me. I don't think I've ever done this many squats before. When I was done, I was breathing heavily and droplets of sweat were beading on my forehead. Mom came into the living room just as I finished. She sat down next to Ella and the two of them started up their enthusiastic chatting again, so I quickly made myself absent. I felt like my workout was finished anyway.

For the next couple of hours, I distracted myself by chatting online and watching YouTube. Then I grabbed a super quick shower, changed into slacks and popped back down into the kitchen for a glass of milk before bed. Mom and Ella were still chatting in the living room, but they would probably call it a night soon too. I just finished my drink and put the glass in the dishwasher when I heard footsteps behind me. It was her again.

"Hey, stud. I enjoyed watching you work out."

"Oh, yeah... Thanks..."

She went over to the fridge and took out the milk I had just put back in, and poured herself a glass before sitting down at the table

"I guess you didn't see me eating the banana."

"Uh, no... was I supposed to...?"

"I'm just saying I look really good when I eat bananas."

She wiggled a single eyebrow. I've never been able to do that. Then there was that flirtatious smile again. That look she gave me, and that smile...

She laughed.

"Hehee, I'm sorry. I'm embarrassing you, aren't I... As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm flirting."

"Uh...huh..."

"Sorry if I caught you off guard with my antics today, it's just... I flirt, it's just the way I am."

"Right..."

She gave a really long sigh. She was still smiling, but also had a bit of a wistful expression on her face.

"I'm just... really horny. Because of this whole global shutdown thing, I've been working from home for two years and haven't seen a lot of people..."